I always wanted to play the part of an adult movie producer, but I never had the guts to try anything of the sort in real life, until recently.
I had rented an office in a small office park to sell my services as I an insurance sales representative. I was slow to hang out my shingle identifying myself and that’s when I decided to try something different, just to see how far I might be able to take things.
I had my office well decorated with a large mahogany desk and some nice high back Victorian-style chairs. I placed a nice lamp on my desk and my computer along with some generic business cards, that I had made at a local printer.
I went on the internet and found a business-to-business social media ground and joined it. I had to be careful to not draw too much attention to myself. I placed an ad saying I was, “seeking an administrative photo assistant for a special project related to movie production project for short films.” I sat back and waited for the calls.
When nothing happened after two days, I decided to tweak the ad. I added the words, “professional adult-oriented,” wording before the final two words, “short films.” It was a risky move that I hoped would not draw the attention of law enforcement.
A day after I updated the ad, a lady called, who said her name was Victoria.
“Are you a porno producer?” she asked right off the bat.
“No,” I said, “I haven’t gravitated that far yet.”
She hung up and I as I was trying to process the call and question, she called right back.
“StaffRod Productions,” I answered.
She stayed quiet for a moment, and then asked, “Are you for real?”
I laughed and said, “Yes ma’am.”
She hung up.
A few minutes later and she called back.
“Ma’am,” I quickly said, recognizing her number on the caller identifier, “Please don’t keep calling me and hanging up.”
She was quiet and then asked if I had any open appointments.
“Yes, I do,” I replied, to which she said,
“Great, when can I come in?”
I told her I had some free time that afternoon and she agreed to come in and see me.
I must admit, I was extremely nervous. Right at the appointed time, there was a light tapping on my office door and a middle-aged woman stepped in.
“Are you Victoria?” I asked.
“Yes,” she replied, standing in front of my desk. I introduced myself as I stood up and she extended her hand in my direction. We shook hands and I asked her to take a seat.
She was decently attired in some blue jeans and a button-down shirt, which had the top three buttons suggestively unfastened, giving me a little glimpse of some nice cleavage, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. If I were to guess, I would say she was in her late thirties. She appeared height and weight proportionate ad congenial.
“So, do you have a resume?” I asked. I should have noticed that all she was carrying was a small clutch purse, but I didn’t.
“No,” she replied, “But I can get you one.”
“Have you ever done film work before?” I pressed.
“When I was much younger,” she replied, “I did some commercials and ad work and some modeling work, but it has been a few years,” she quickly disclosed. She had soft facial features and an engaging smile. She crossed on leg over another, her six-inch stiletto heel, dropping off one leg in front of me, as we chatted, her hands never going into hiding.
“Have you ever done any underwear, bikini or nude stuff?” I pressed.
“Yes,” she replied, not batting an eye, before adding “but it has been a few years.”
“Well,” I said, “I’m looking for someone who doesn’t mind being a little, how show I say it? Risky. Or maybe even, film provocative?”
“Do I have to fuck anyone” she blurted out.
“Not unless you want to,” I bemusingly replied.
“Good,” she replied, waving a lock of her long wavy brown hair back over her shoulder.
“But there is nudity involved,” I said.
“I can handle a little nudity,” she replied. “But the pay has to be there.”
“Don’t worry,” I replied, “We will pay well.”
“What’s well?” she asked.
“A thousand,” I replied.
“Well that sounds reasonable,” she replied.
“You know,” I said, lowering my voice, “I have to ask the obligatory…”
“Sure,” She replied, “Standing up in front of my desk and unbuttoning her button-down shirt before pulling it from her skinny jeans. She slipped out of the short and placed it on the high back chair and then slipped out of her white lace bra, baring her very attractive 36c cup breasts to me, with small areolas and perky little nipples perched on the top of them. She cupped her breasts in her hands and lightly teased her nipples.
“All natural,” I noted.
“Yes, sir,” She replied, cocking her head to the side and smiling.
“Keep going,” I said, sitting back in my swivel chair.
She sat down on the chair and unfastened the ankle straps to her high heels. She then slipped out of her skinny jeans and stood back up.
“Turn around,” I instructed.
She did a quick pirouette, her hands on her hips.
“Slip your heels back on,” I instructed. “They look good on you.”
She sat back down in the chair and I watched as she slipped back into her heels.
“Stand up,” I instructed. She did as I asked, her hands in her hips.
“Turn around and let’s see your cute ass again,” I requested. She turned and pointed her ass in my direction.
“Can you lose the undies?” I asked.
Without saying a word, she stripped out of her pink panties and tossed them on to the chair.
Holy Cow! I couldn’t believe how willing she was to actually strip naked in front of a stranger.
“How old did you say you are?” I asked.
“Thirty-five,” she replied as she sat back down on the chair.
“Wow!” I replied. “You hide your age well.”
“I try,” she replied.
“So are you married?” I asked, taking notice that she wasn’t wearing a wedding band.
“Divorced,” she replied. “Happily, divorced.”
“Kids?” I asked.
“Two,” she replied. “Teenagers.”
“I know that feeling,” I replied.
“So, what do you think?” she asked, her hands folded and resting in her lap.
“I’ll have to be honest with you,” I replied. “You’re probably going to be asked to do somethings you may not want to do.”
“I can handle it,” she replied.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “I mean this might include some porno.”
“I kind of figured that,” she replied.
“How so?” I asked.
“Professional adult films,” she replied, “that usually means porno.”
“So, you came here knowing you might be asked to do porno?” I pressed. “Why?”
“I need the money and I have always wondered if I had what it takes to do porno,” she replied.
“Well,” I replied, “We might have to try and find out.”
She sat in silence as I silently mulled over my next step.
“If I told you,” I started, “that you’d have to perform oral sex on a producer, would you?”
She shifted nervously in her seat, straightening her back.
“Sure,” she replied. “I’d have no problem with that.”
“What if he said he wanted you to have sex?” I asked.
“Well,” she replied, “That is the whole idea behind porno, no?”
“Yes,” I happily replied.
“But of course, he’d have to wear a condom,” she quickly added. I told her that condom wear was standard in the industry. Then I suddenly, my hopes for a quickie, quickly started to fade. I sat in silence, trying to think of what to say next.
She shifted in her seat.
“So, what do you think?” she asked.
“I think I’d love to see you show me what you’ve got,” I replied. “There is some acting involved, you know.”
She silently leaned back and spread her legs, showing me everything she had, and then some. She licked a lone finger and then inserted it into her vagina, working it back and forth, as she let out a soft moan. Then she looked at me and winked.
“Baby,” she breathlessly declared, “I need some… some dick.. in my hot little pussy.”
Jesus!
I took my cell phone out from my pocket.
“Do you mind if I get some shots?” I asked, holding the camera up.
“Go for it,” she replied, her finger plunged deep into her vagina, her legs spread.
I snapped several photos and then repositioned myself in front of my desk, to snap some close-ups.
“Why am I the only one naked here?” she asked, as she squeezed her bare breast with her free hand.
“You don’t want to see me naked,” I replied.
“I might,” she quickly shot back, her eyes locking on the bulge that had formed in my trousers. ‘I’m thinking you’ve got something pretty special.”
I laughed.
“Maybe so,” I replied, “But I don’t have a condom.”
“You’re married,” she replied., nodding her head at my left hand and ringed finger. “You don’t need a condom.”
“It’s not like you probably screw around a lot on your wife,” she added. She was right. This was a completely different thing that I had embarked upon.
“I haven’t been with a guy in ages,” she declared, as she continued her self-massage. “You look like you might be in need of some relief.”
Suddenly she stood up and stepped towards where I was stationed in front of my desk, her eyes locked on to mine.
“Don’t tell me you’re not attracted to me,” she said as she placed her hand straight on to the bulge of my crotch and felt my stiffy.
Well, crap. That was all it would take.
In an instant, she was kneeling in front of me and suddenly she had my eight-inch steel rod out of my pants and was studying it intensely.
“This… “ she said in a sexy voice, holding on to my cock, “This looks absolutely fantastic!”
She slipped my tool into her open mouth and then looked up at me to gauge my reaction.
Oh – My – God!
My pants were now around my ankles. I struggled to slip out of my shoes. She stopped and helped me out of my predicament and then stood up and absolved me of my shirt, planting light kisses on my chest and she gently fondled my man parts.
She pressed herself up against me, throwing her arms around my neck and pulling me into a deeply passionate and deep throated kiss that went on for the longest time.
There was no turning back at this point.
I spun her around. She leaned forward across my desk giving me unimpeded access to her sweet little ass and her pussy. I slipped my tool up to her ass. She silently guided the tip end of my tool into the folds of her vagina.
Oh – My – God!
I could see her knuckles turning white as she held on to the edge of the desk, with my tool buried deep inside of her. There was no acting. She was out of control, matching my hip thrusts with the movement of her own hips, our bodies blending into one another, and synchronized. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, as she let out a guttural moan of sheer pleasure.
I couldn’t hold back and jettisoned my load deep inside of her as she shook and trembled. I pulled out and a long rope-like stream of cum splashed across her buttocks and lower back.
I apologized and then I grabbed my shirt to clean up my mess. She spun around and we stood there, simply kissing for the longest time.
“Do I get the part?” she asked between kisses.
I told her I would send the snaps and recommendation off the producer and that I’d get back in touch with her.
“Well,” she replied, “If I need to try and impress anyone else, just let me know.”
I was floored. I hadn’t expected the outcome that I got on my very first try. I quickly got redressed and reclaimed my seat behind the desk as she redressed.
“I think you’ve got what it takes,” I replied. “Now all I have to do is find a few more like you.”
She smiled and replied,
“I can probably recommend a few friends, but you’ll have to promise to be discreet about things.”
“Discretion is a hallmark of what we do,” I said. “I may end up having to pay you a ‘finders-fee.’”
“That would be cool,” she replied, checking herself in a mirror she had taken out of her clutch purse. ‘I have two very close friends you might like.”
I had to smile.
“They’re pretty special,” she said, “So be sure to treat them as such.”
My mind was spinning.
“So how special are they?” I asked.
“Very special,” she replied. “They’re both single, like myself and looking for work. I think you will like them.”
She tapped on her cell phone and then slid it across the desk, face up.
Sweet Jesus!
Sophia comes to see me on Monday and Bethany comes to see me on Tuesday…
