The World is Her Oyster, or Pearl's Necklace (take two...one on one)

Her name was Pearl. That was all Jack Miro knew about her when he was hired to be the actress' personal assistant. He was hoping to eventually move into acting himself, but one had to start somewhere. As he drove up to the large, oldfashioned home where he was supposed to meet his new boss, he ran a hand through his dark brown hair, and adjusted the glasses he wore to drive. He had been asked to bring his things as well, so he had packed up his stuff in the back of his big old Chevrolet Silverado Suburban, and driven out from his old place. Not having to pay rent would be a good thing, he felt, but he wondered at the odd request. He drove through the gates, and pulled right up to the front porch. Then he shut off the engine, climbed out of the truck, and looked around. The property was large, he noticed. More importantly, there was a large warehouse-style shed off to one side, with what looked like a powerful heating and cooling system next to it. He did a few mental calculations, figuring out the capability of the unit, and wondered what could be inside the shed that would require that. He turned to look at the door, and walked up to it.

He was about to knock when the door opened, and in it stood a woman with long blonde hair, big tits, tight body and dark, glittering eyes. She was looking at him, appraising him, with a bit of mischief in her eyes. But that wasn't what made him uncomfortable. It was the fact that she was covered from the pads of her feet to the tips of her ears in purple fur. She was a Furry. A bunny, specifically. He suddenly wondered what she'd want him as her personal assistant for.

OOC: looking for a gal to play the lovely Pearl

OOC: for those wondering what Pearl looks like, one of her pictures

http://www.AerisDies.com/img.php?id=187765 (yes, I finally figured out how to get the right image off of AD)

Pearl answer the door to see a dumbfounded man standing in front of her. She laughed at his amazement. Looks like you never seen a bunny before. You must be Jack She held out her hand as she invited him inside. Did you bring your stuff, we'll have my driver park your in the garage and start unpacking it after the tour. First off any questions right off the bat?

Jack blinked a few times at what she said, then slowly took her hand, nodding. He followed her into the house, and nodded again at her second question. "Yeah, it's in my truck and the trailer. Um...questions...uh...you mentioned needing a personal assistant? Might I ask what my duties would be, Miss?" He looked her up and down as he followed her. She was definitely interesting. Though he had to wonder why a woman like her would need a personal assistant. Then again, he hadn't even thought to ask what she did for a living.

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Pearl opened the door and saw a young man standing on her porch. "I assume you're my new assistant? Do you have the papers?" She'd greeted him in a simple pair of cotton shorts and a tight t-shirt. She'd known he was coming but didn't bother getting dolled up for him. Public image or not he was going to have to get used to seeing her in something less than paparrazi worthy attire.

Jack blinked, surprised at the form that greeted him. The purplefurred bunny woman, with her platinum blonde hair and tight, revealing clothing, was not what he was expecting when he'd taken the job. At her question, he looked confused. Then he remembered the paperwork he'd been required to fill out. He quickly produced it from his briefcase, and then cleared his throat.

He shifted from one foot to the other, while waiting for her to finish inspecting the papers. He was trying desparately to figure out what he might have to assist her with.

Pearl flipped through the papers. She wasn't expecting anyone else today but she couldn't be too careful, between reporters, the papparazzi and the real weirdos she'd met more than her fair share of people coming to her front door. Even buying a house out in the country hadn't helped all that much. Everything seemed to be in order though. "Come on in," she said.

She had him follow her in, walking through room after room on her way to her office. The house was a rustic farm house, and she'd filled it with furniture reminiscent of a cabin in the woods. The led him into her office, motioning him to sit across from her at her desk. Aside from a huge saltwater fish tank and a computer on the desk the room looked like something out of the 1800's.

"Well Mr. ... hmm, well Jack, what did the office tell you about your work here?"

Jack followed her quietly, studying the decor she led him through. The culmination was an archaic computer. It almost couldn't even be considered that. At her question, her inquiry, into whether or not the company had told him anything, he shook his head slowly.

"No ma'am. I was told nothing other than to pack up and move. Should I have asked?"

Pearl frowned. "Well yes, I'd prefer my assistant to be at least a bit inquisative." She leaned forward in her seat, her breasts smooshing slightly against the edge of the desk. "I'm a busy woman Jack, movies, tv appearences, a book, working with my agent and such. I need someone to manage all that for me, keep it straight. I have other interests that occupy my time." She made no attempt to hide the way she looked him up and down. "And if you do well, there might be an expansion of your responsibilities."

Jack blinked, confused by the way she said the words expansion of responsibilities. But he nodded slowly, and looked into her eyes. "In other words, you're looking for an organizer, an arranger, as it were. A human datebook."

He bowed his head slightly. "I can do that. That's a cakewalk compared to my last job."

"That is precisely what I'm looking for. Given the nature of your responsibilities and our location you will be required to live here, with me. You will wake at seven and be at my beck and call until five. After that your time is yours but I would expect not to be given a cold shoulder if there's something I need. When we travel you will be on duty at all times. This a twenty four seven job Jack, I don't suppose that will be a problem?"

"While you're here it will be your responsibility to answer the phones and door. You will check my work e-mail and any calls or e-mails I need to respond to you will let me know. No photographers ever, interviews are a possibility but never here. This is my home, its private, it will be kept that way. As such you may not photograph or video record anything here. I expect your discretion." Pearl pulled a sheaf of papers out and slid it to him along with a blackberry. "This is from my lawyer. The front page is a contract, sign it." She pushed him a pen. "The rest is your handbook. I expect you to read and it and understand it. The blackberry is for you and already set up with both my and your own work e-mail set up on it."

She pushed back from her desk and stood up. "If you'll follow me I'll show you to your room."

OOC: lol @ blackberry

Jack blinked, and nodded slowly. "I understand. I assume I can't take my digital out beyond your property for leisure purposes?" He had a large amount of photography equipment that he usually used outdoors or on vacation. He wanted to find out if he'd have to sell it. At the paper and the phone, he raised an eyebrow. Then he nodded, and signed the aforementioned form for her lawyer.

He started reading through the "handbook" she'd given him, and got fairly absorbed in deciphering some of the terms. He barely noticed when she stood up and asked him to follow. He climbed to his feet and walked along behind her, somehow managing to keep the purple bunny tail in sight even while reading.

"We'll see about that. If you prove yourself trustworthy I won't have a problem with be. Be aware that there are clauses in your contract that allow me to sue you for everything you, your children, and your children's children will ever be worth if you take a picture of me or my home and it ever goes beyond your grasp."

Pearl led him upstairs and down the hall towards one of the east facing bedrooms. Her years of practice as a sex symbol led to her putting far more wiggle in her walk than was really necessary. "This will be your room, if it's not to your liking we can see about another."

Her eyes lingered over him as he walked into his new room. She'd insisted on an attractive, but not exceptionally so assistant. After all she wanted someone who wouldn't be awful to look at all day long but not so good looking as to distract from her.

Jack had just finished the handbook when she'd opened the door to the room. He studied it for a moment, doing some quick mental calculations in his head. He'd have to either store or sell about a third of his stuff, he decided. "I may need to sell some of my stuff to fit the rest in here, Ma'am. Either that or store it somewhere."

He turned to look at her, and found her studying him. He blinked, confused, and cleared his throat. "Is there something wrong, Ma'am?"

"No, nothing at all," she said with a thin smile. "You can store your things in the barn if you'd like, it's no trouble." She didn't wait for a reply, walking out of the house and leading him towards the airconditioned barn.

Jack raised an eyebrow at that, then shrugged. He followed her out to the barn, slipping the blackberry into a shirt pocket. He had the feeling he'd seen her somewhere before, but couldn't figure out where. He just followed her quietly, thinking.

She led through the large doors of the barn. The rustic exterior gave no hint towards the movie studio appearence inside. Racks of clothes, high powered lights, and sets were spread out, filling the large barn. She went to a door and pulled it open to reveal a mostly empty walk in closet. "Will this do?"

When he saw the lights, Jack immediately understood the need for the heavy heating and cooling system. They were studio quality high output lamps. The kind that put out a lot of heat, but had to be kept at a minimum temperature to safely run. The sets were a little odd, as were the costumes, but he knew now that she was an actress of some sort.

At her question, he stepped forward, examining the closet for long moments. Finally, he nodded and spoke. "Yeah, this should do well."

"Excellent." She pulled a key off the wall and handed it to him. "Nothing we'll need in here so consider it yours alone.

Jack nodded, taking the key and slipping it onto his keyring quickly. Then he looked up at her. "That explains why they thought this job could help me get into acting." He nodded his head towards the sets and studio equipment.

Pearl glanced at Jack and immediately burst out laughing. A high chirpy twitter. "Get into acting? This job? Darling I've got this job and I'm still trying to get into acting myself."

Jack raised an eyebrow at that, and looked at her again. "Then this isn't a studio?" He frowned, surveying the camera equipment. "This stuff looks pretty high end. Wide Angle Lenses, Telephoto zooms, digital light meters...."

"No love, it's a studio..." she watched the reaction on his face, nothing. He kept looking about the studio and back at her. "I'm Pearl Alderman," she said. Still, nothing on his face. She sighed, "Pearl Necklace?"

The name sounded familiar, but...nothing. The truth was, he hadn't watched pornos since he was a kid, sneaking looks at his father's stash. He just shrugged, a little confused still. Then he pulled out the blackberry, and consulted it. He probably should have done that in the first place, of course, to make sure she wasn't late for anything.

Pearl rolled her eyes. It was refreshing to meet someone who didn't know her from her body of work but she also hadn't planned to explain how she made her living. She wasn't ashamed of how she made a buck, but she did despise the various looks she got. Loathing, lust, disgust, shock, even pity once in a while. "Porn honey, I get fucked on camera for money. This is where I work."