'Pay' for it in advance

Doing video editing is too complicated, you believe. And even if it wasn't, you don't have a computer, and even if you did, you wouldn't be able to afford the software. You could probably learn some of that stuff in a class on campus, but you're not ready to wait until August to do this thing. With the money you just spent, you don't think you could pull more money out of an ATM from your budget without getting in trouble, at least not enough to pay someone for what you're asking. Whatsmore, that requires a lot of trust for that person to keep the service discrete and between you and them. This is a lot more than you originally thought about.

You devise a simple solution to fix all of this. Make them a participant, not just a spectator.

The main computer lab on campus, while lacking what you would need for video editing, does have basic office programs. Thankfully, with it being spring break, it's basically deserted when you go in. You devise a simplistic design for fliers to be posted around the campus, being very discrete with what you're advertising, and what you're looking for.

Unusual project manager looking for help on small scale film project. Looking for anonymous candidate in front and behind camera. Will have direct input in the creative process. Must have large body of work to show.

Losing a few dollars on the few dozen pages you print out, you tape them to various bulletin boards and light posts around campus with your email address and phone number. You steady yourself for the possibility that this could all turn out to be a dud; either nobody calling, or not finding anyone specifically interested. Thankfully, you do get a few bites over the phone, and or two through email. Playing the part, now you have to act a manager tomorrow, and spend most of the following day holding interviews. You go to sleep slightly anxious about how you're going to pull this off, but looking forward to the possibilities. Thankfully, despite your parents being notorious skinflints, they did insist that you would leave with a good ladies' suit, for all of those internships and power broking that they foresaw you getting into that you have no interest in. Leaving the top two buttons undone to display your proactive cleavage, you laugh inside thinking about if they only knew what shenanigans you were about to use it for.

Leading up to your mock interviews, you create a suitable cover story to talk up before revealing the real job to your 'ideal candidate'. A modern interpretation of William Shakespeare's King Lear. A more uncommon play by the bard, you could get away with bullshiting your way through most of the discussion. The ploy worked well enough, you only had five people to talk to, and none of them knew anything about Shakespeare. Two were unhygienically unsightly, one was socially obnoxious, and one was another girl; something you hadn't expected, but handled with enough grace to not raise suspicion. It was the last one that showed some real promise. Julius Alexander, a Journalism major in his junior year. Tall and lanky, he also came to talk in a suit, one that looked tailored to fit perfectly, and showing a degree of eccentric style with a French Cuff shirt and cufflinks that matched his outlandish tie. Combined with his handsome face and luscious blonde hair that went past his ears, you were really afraid he would be the worst of all to talk to, but he was actually much the opposite. The mock interview went well enough, you felt he was the right one to present the 'real' job offer.

"Julius, everything sounds great, but I do have one or two final questions before we wrap this up. Being an aspiring journalist, you obviously understand the importance on protecting the anonymity of your sources and their identities. Can I trust you to keep that same secrecy with the people that you'd be working with."

His face scrunches in confusion, mixed with a smile "Ummm, yes. Absolutely....but this is Shakespeare. We're recording this for publication right? What's so secretive about that?"

"That's a fair question." As you pull out your phone, with the video already pulled up and the volume muted. "This is the bulk of the video you're going to be working with and creating more of, working hand in hand with me. If you're okay with that, please go ahead and sign this letter."

Julius took the phone and looked intently. His eyes got wide in shock as the realization hit, his eyes constantly darting back and forth. Your heart practically leapt out in those few seconds, fearing possible judgement, public embarrassment, or brutal rejection. He put the phone down in his lap and picked up the paper to sign.

I'd like to start putting out more videos like these on the internet, and want your help making them look good for public consumption. I have no money to pay you for the act and don't expect to make any. The only thing that I can offer is to be the lead male in these short videos, for as long as we both agree to do them. Should we make any kind of money, we'll split those proceeds 50/50. This is simply a business relationship, not a personal one, and can be terminated by either side with no recourse. The moment this stops being fun for both of us, we stop

Julius has a practiced face of neutrality having read the letter. Pulling a pen from his suit jacket, he asks a question before signing "I take it I'm the only one whose seen this offer?"

"The first and the last." You reply with a smile. He signs it with great flourish, and a smile and hands it back to you. "That was largely academic, I take it?"

"Ya" You both start laughing, recognizing the oddness of the ploy you just went through. Julius starts "Well, that's probably the most unusual interview I've ever had, or will have."

"You and me both. Now that we've had the interview, do you want to move to the audition period?" You ask, still with a straight face, but leaning forward to provide Julius a better look. "I'd love that opportunity. Mind if we have the audition at my place?"

"Not at all." You follow Julius to his car, as he drives you to his house. It's a large, extravagant home on top of a hill, in a gated area. Your mouth gapes as you get out and look around "Julius, how is it you live here?"

Julius has a nervous laugh "It's my dad's home. Still live with him, but hard to beat that when you live here. Don't worry though, he tends to come home late. We've got the place to ourselves." He leads you inside, and gives you the grand tour. The house is beautiful, well appointed, and has a good distance between the neighbors to allow for privacy. The last stop is his bedroom, larger than your dorm by far.

"This one being recorded?" He asks as he pulls you close

"Nope, this is just between us." You start kissing each other, softly at first to get a sense of each other, growing with passion as you go. There's a chemistry between the two of you, you're sure of that, but how and why is a mystery for another day. Your clothes slowly come off in a shared pile in the center, until you get down to your underwear, the black lingerie you just bought

"Do you like it? It's new" You ask nervously

"I think it makes you look even more hot, you should keep it on." You oblige him as you get into Julius' bed, legs spread wide. He wastes no time, as he pulls your black thong to the side, and begins eating your pussy with practiced precision. You moan loudly at the touch; with your past boyfriends, it took an act of god to get them to do this. You comb your hand through his long hair and coax him along, bucking your hips rhythmically and massaging your bulbous boobs with the other. Despite Julius' words, you are inherently afraid of getting caught, and try to keep your moaning minimalized. The sweet working of his tongue inside turns you on, making you want more.

"Fuck Julius, I want your cock so bad." He stops on a beat, pulling away, but rather than getting on top of you stands up in bed. Getting a sense of what he has in mind, you sit up on your knees, giving you the first real intimate sight of his cock. It's gorgeous by your eyes; long, thick, without being overly veiny, and all of his hair shaved away. You start by trying to give him the same loving, doleful affection that he gave to your pussy, but Julius has other plans. He shoves his cock deep down your throat and thrusts violently, holding your head in place as he relentlessly face-fucks you until you start to gag. This lights the carnal desires in you even more, recognizing the understanding between you. You're not dating, and not lovers, in the traditional sense. You're here to fuck, in any and all ways that get each other off. As he lets go, you try to suck in all the breath you can as you regain yourself. As you do, you get on your hands and knees. His slobbery cock slides easily into your eager pussy. Julius grabs on at your hips, holding on by the thong still pulled over to the side of your plump ass. The motion is hard and fast. It's been too long since you've had the real thing inside you, and you can't wait to cum all over his cock. Just as you start to approach orgasm, Julius pulls out, and you can't help but whimper.

"I'm sorry. were you about to cum?" He asks toyingly, knowing full well the answer

"Yes! Put it back in" You plead with him

"You mean this?" As he strokes the tip of his cock outside your folds, making you quiver

"Fuuuck. Yes! Make me cum with your cock" you beg

"Fine." He puts his legs outside yours and pushes yours together, than slowly pushes in. He leans forward, pushing you flat on the bed. Grasping your hands to put himself in total control, he fucks you without mercy. Your legs closed this way, his sizeable cock feels even bigger, and you cum almost instantly. Julius for his part has a slower buildup; he starts grunting about a minute before he climaxes, keeping his pace and ferocity up until the very last second, pulling out and cumming on your ass.

"Wow" You reply simply, as you both lay in his bed panting "That was incredible. We need to do more of that again."

"I was going to say the same thing. When?"

"Well it's spring break, so how about tomorrow?"

"I can work with that, and we'll record it this time..."