Alexander Grant, A Challenger at the Gates

It has been scientifically proven that it is very difficult to turn down an offer in the immediate afterglow of a high-quality blowjob. Some of the worst deals in history were the direct result of truly outstanding fellatio. Babe Ruth to the Yankees? Blowjob. New York for Run Island? Blowjob. Winona Ryder for Sofia Coppola in Godfather Three? Not a blowjob, just misplaced fatherly confidence. The point is, you wouldn't be the first person to jump blindly into a situation for no better reason the fact that there is a Heaven for Penises, and this chick just sent you there.

That being said.

You sheepishly fumble back into your pants as Em hums distractedly to herself, wandering around her living room as she tries to decide what to do with the glass you just filled to the brim with your cum. Is she seriously suggesting that you become a porn star? You're not trying to second guess her expertise or anything; if anyone knows what success in the adult entertainment business takes, it's Embry Goddamn Ambrosia. But you really aren't sure that it's the life for you. "Look, Embry, I--"

The girl snorts at that, giving you an amused look as she opts to simply plop the pint of baby batter down on her counter. "Oh God, you do not have to call me that. It's a stage name; 'Em' isn't even short for 'Embry' it's, like, just the letter."

"Oh. What's it short for then?"

Em gives you a cheeky poke in the chest. "It's short for 'Mobody's Business'. And it sounds like you're about to give me some line about why you can't work for me! That would be a bad choice."

"I mean, I just never saw myself, uh...fucking for money."

The girl waggles her eyebrows at you. "You must have never looked in a mirror then." She snorts again when you turn red, leaning back against her kitchen counter and folding her arms beneath her ample breasts. "Okay look. You're shy! I get it. Maybe you don't want to get in front of the camera..." You could swear you hear mumble 'right now' between breaths. "But you do need a job, right? Well, I could use a production assistant!"

Oh. Really? "Production assistant?"

Em bobbles her head from side to side, pulling a bit of a face as she lines in for a conspiratorial whisper. "Well okay, more like just 'assistant'. Mostly stuff like helping with organization and running errands and hauling equipment. A lot of that last one, honestly. Those muscles are for more than just looking at, right?"

"I...guess so?"

"Solid answer; you're nailing this interview. Pro Tip though, you should either put your shirt on or take the pants back off. Half and half seems indecisive. Something of a red flag."

Uh, good point. You pick your gray Henley up from the floor, squeezing back into the rather snug shirt. You are seriously getting a job offer right now. That is so wild. "Well, I think I could do all that...how much would it pay?"

Em thinks about it for a moment. "Well, assuming no big gaps in pre-production or filming, why don't we say seven fifty a week?"

That is...actually not that far off from what you were making before. You'd have to be crazy to say no. But...um, huh. When that thought started, you were sure that 'But' was going to lead somewhere. Now that you're thinking about it, though, you agree with your original reaction. You'd be crazy to say no. And while you've certainly been shoved into a crazy situation the last few days, you're relatively certain that you're still a little in the black on the Sanity Scale. "Well...fuck it! Why not!"

You thrust your hand out towards Em, who finds the gesture deeply amusing. "Alexander. I just sucked your dick. We're well past handshakes. We do fancy person kisses now."

"Oh? Sorry boss, still getting a handle on things here."

Your new employer nods sagely. "Very good. Now lean in." You do so, the two of you pressing your cheeks together to deliver loud 'mwua's to the sides of each other's faces. She draws back with an approving little noise, giving you another once over. You're gonna have to get used to people doing that. "I've actually got a few people coming in soon to talk about my next project. You should sit in! Get your feet wet, and all that."

Jesus, this is moving fast. You've gone from unemployed to meeting with a film crew in the space of one blowjob. Before you can respond to the suggestion, the door speaker buzzes to life. -Em?-

Em grins at that. "Speak of the devil!" She strolls over to the door, pressing down the button to her intercom. "Hey! Are the others with you?"

-Yeah, they're both here-

"Great; come on up." She buzzes her guests in, taking a moment to tidy up some papers on her counter while you stand awkwardly in the middle of the room. Should you be...doing something right now? Something assistant-y? You've never wished for a clipboard more fiercely; with a clipboard, you could just glance down and pretend to check things. Maybe nod insightfully as you check things. Everyone would be all like 'Oh dang, is this guy the new production assistant? He's so productive! And assisting!'

But it's too late. There's a knock on the door, and Em has moved to answer it, and here you are clipboard-less. Like an animal.

Em cheerily greets the first person through the door, a bearded man in a baseball cap carrying a large bag marked 'Mallory Film'. The two exchange fancy person kisses as Em gestures your way. "Hey Tom! Let me introduce my new production assistant Alexander; he's going to be helping out with the flex work around here."

Tom shifts his bag as you step forward, giving you an amiable smile as you shake hands. "Nice to meet you."

There's an annoyed 'tsk' at the door. "Well are you going to invite us in too, Em? Or do we have to stand out here like assholes?"

Your new boss makes a show of considering it. "You don't have to stand like an asshole, but you're doing such a good job of it. Seems like a shame to interrupt. You keep working on it while Gwen comes in, sound good?"

A willowy girl slips past, offering Em a languid 'Tha~anks' over the third guest's affronted sputtering. Wow, she's...yeah, she's goddamn hot. This Gwen girl without question belongs in the rarefied air of Fay and Em when it comes to preternatural beauty, lissome and elegant with wavy auburn hair hanging to the small of her back. She's so distracted with her phone that she doesn't even notice your presence, which would normally be a major turn off? But there's something about it that fucking works; it fills you with an urge to do something, anything to impress this dispassionate princess. She settles down on the couch without ever looking up from her phone, something in her messages prompting the absolute faintest of smiles and the appearance of one single dimple.

You would do anything, maybe even kill, to see that dimple again.

Whoa, now you're all dizzy. Maybe let's...not focus so much on Gwen for a bit. You're beginning to suspect that that might not turn out to be the best choice. Luckily you're given something else to turn your attention towards, because the last guest finally manages to cajole his way into the room. Oh hey, you think you've seen this guy before? You've never quite reached the depths of porn consumption that would allow you to be familiar with the names of male performers, but you're pretty confident that you've seen him in more than a few scenes. He's average sized but very fit in his tight Vineyard Vines tee and bright pink Birddog shorts, and you know you've seen that single arm sleeve of tattoos flashing a shaka to a camera before. His dark hair is cropped short and he is very tan, and unlike Gwen he notices you immediately. "Oh hey, is this the cuck for our scene?"

You blink as you feel the word 'cuck' metaphysically impact your chest and ricochet harmlessly off, Em frowning at the cocky man. "One, I already told you I don't shoot scenes like that, Lance. And two, I'm positive you heard me already say that this is Alexander, and he's my new production assistant."

Lance raises his hands defensively, shooting you an ingratiating look. "Hey, Big Man here knows I'm kidding! Don't you, Big Man?" When you reluctantly nod, he grins at Em and gives her a little pat on the arm. "See? We're buddies."

Em doesn't seem convinced. "Uh-huh."

If Lance is bothered at all by Em's doubt, he doesn't show it. Instead, he struts in and plops down beside Gwen, snaking an arm around her shoulder to familiarly rest a hand over one of her pert boobs. Not that the girl seems to care or notice, still tapping away at her phone. Tom has set his bag down on the table and seems to be setting up his equipment, Em walking over to discuss something with him. Lance glances over her way, then leans in and motions for you to come closer. Okay, let's see what this is all about. You move forward, and the man hisses out a whisper that could probably be heard from three apartments over. "So Big Man. I know the first day can be pretty intimidating? But don't you think you went a bit overboard?"

"Overboard?"

He rolls his eyes, shooting Gwen a look. "Do you believe this guy?" He doesn't get any sort of response, so he turns his attention back to you. "Yeah dude, overboard. Like, with your whole set up."

"What?"

"Your downstairs situation."

"Huh?"

"The thong toupée."

"............?"

He rolls his eyes again, lifting up from the couch with a smirk as he gestures towards your crotch. "Your ridiculous bulge padding, bro. Like I said, I get wanting to measure up and all that, but maybe aim for a little subtlety next time, right? Make it believable." He throws an incredulous look Gwen's way, pointing straight towards your admittedly superhuman bulge for her benefit. "I mean seriously, Gwen: have you ever seen such a crazy stuff job?"

That finally manages to pry Gwen's attention away from her phone, the preoccupied beauty peeling her eyes up from her screen to favor your pants with the smallest of glances. That's more than enough, though, her light blue eyes widening as she takes in the masculine bounty you have on display. Lance watches in disbelief as she actually locks her phone and sets it down on the couch, reaching up to tuck her hair behind an ear as she offers you a little smile and an arch of her back that puts her pleasantly plump breasts on display. "Hey! I'm Gwen. Who're you?"

Oh fuck there's that goddamn dimple. You're fully on autopilot as you extend an arm, the girl practically purring as she puts her petite hand in your much larger one. "I'm Alexander. Hey."

You're so distracted by the look of mingling interest and lust on Gwen's face that you don't notice Lance sidling up beside you until he's given you what is probably not in truth a playful punch in the arm. That you do notice, and it is deeply annoying. The man leans in, and now his whisper is actually meant for only your ears. "Seriously Big Man, you should play the cuck for us. Fuck Em; people don't go for this sex positivity bullshit porn. Huge dude like you, jerking his tiny prick in the corner while I bang his girl? Dudes'll flood their pants over that. We'll make a fucking killing, bro."

He keeps giving you faux-friendly punches, and as they're getting harder your irritation is growing stronger. "Is that a fact."

"Bro, you know it! I bet Gwen'll even throw you a pity fuck afterwards. You'd like that, right Big Man? Might want to wait until a few hours after I'm done with her, though. I'm gonna leave her all stretched. Once she tightens back up you could probably slip in though, right? Haha, am I right?" He's left his fist pressed up against your broad shoulder with his last punch, and now he's applying pressure to punctuate his offer. "Am I--?!"

He cuts off with an affronted noise as you reach up and clamp your hand over his fist, pinning his hand to your shoulder. He tries to pull back, only to find himself locked in place by your inexorable grip. Unlike the other men who's bullshit you've confronted, however, he doesn't immediately try to slink away. Instead, he narrows his eyes and raises his other fist, clearly preparing to level a blow at you that lacks even the feeble disguise of horseplay. You have an immediate vision of a battering ram stampeding towards your castle gates, the sense of a true attack against the fortress that is your manly dominance. But then you release Gwen's hand and effortlessly catch Lance's punch, and the battering ram shatters against your impregnable defenses. Lance managed to put up a fight, which is more than you can say for the other two, but it wasn't nearly enough. And now he's going to pay the price.

Lance can only manage a strangled yelp as lemon-scented heat and potential burst off of him in visible, roiling clouds, the porn star transforming before your and a deeply fascinated Gwen's eyes. His muscular form is rapidly fading away to sleek softness, his sculpted pecs vanishing as his nipples fatten up and turn furiously erect. The masculinity practically melts from his features, leaving behind delicate cheekbones and a button nose and full lips that separate with a surprised-sounded 'pop'. When his now flat chest starts to just barely bubble up with what could only be the beginning of some itty-bitty titties, you decide to cut the feminized man some slack and let him loose. He'll still be recognizably him, just a version of him who could easily be mistaken as a girl. Lesson fucking learned, hopefully.

To your surprise, when you start to release his hands he begins to struggle anew, a wild light in his bigger, sparklier eyes. Jesus, he thinks he can still win? You have the impression of someone trying to scoop up the pieces of the destroyed battering ram and throw them at your gates in a truly pathetic act of misplaced confidence. Whelp, you tried. Looks like we're gonna see how far this goes.

You tighten your grip again, and Lance lets out a full-on moan of pleasure as his transformation kicks into high gear. At this point there is no way anyone could ever think he was anything but his own slutty little sister, all traces of manhood having evaporated to leave behind a vision of perky, girlish delight. One of his hands has shrunken enough to slip out of your grip, but rather than fight back Lance jams a two of his fingers between fattening lips, his eyes rolling back into his head as he slurps and sucks with the mania of a zealot discovering their true calling in life. What were once merely feminine bumps have blossomed into full on breasts, plump wobbling handfuls that look quite big on his tiny frame. A ripping sound draws your attention downward, leaving you boggling at the sight of wide hips and a truly breathtaking bubble butt stretching his shorts apart at the seems. Are they actually going to...? Sure enough, Lance's overripe ass surges out in another growth spurt and his overtaxed shorts explode, exposing thick thighs and a baby-carrot sized dick that is merrily shrinking into a nubbin. You watch in rapt attention as what was once a porn star's cock happily twitches, the soft flesh between Lance's legs plumping up in anticipation. Then Lance squeals around his fingers and shudders in pleasure, the mound splitting into a plush little pussy that blissfully gushes down the newly christened girl's thighs in her first female orgasm.

In that exact moment you realize that not only are Gwen, Em and Tom all watching this scene, but Tom has at some point pulled out his camera and began filming. You quickly release Lance's hand, the girl stumbling back dazedly as you try to figure out what the hell you're supposed to say. Are you in trouble now? Are you going to go to jail for this? Is there a jail for this kind of shit? Are you going to Wizard Jail?!

For a moment, the only sound is Lance's heaving breath as she shakily slips her fingers out from between her newly minted dicksucking lips. Then, Em plants her hands to her hips and gives you an askance look. "Alexander. You just turned my talent into a girl."

You blink, considering that. "Um. Yeah."

"That is very inconvenient."

"Oh. Sorry?"

Meanwhile, Lance has wobbled over to the kitchen counter, leaning onto the sturdy surface in an attempt to steady her boneless legs. She swallows dazedly, murmuring in a honeyed voice that wouldn't be out of place giggling an offer for a handjob in the bleachers at a pep rally. "'M thirsty...need, need something to drink..."

You can only watch as Lance notices and takes hold of the glass Em had previously set on the counter, shakily lifting the pint of your jizz to her lips. She takes a little sip, then stiffens, her big eyes going wide as she stares down at the glass. She swallows carefully, then sheepishly flits her eyes your way. Well, what can you really say in this situation? You simply offer the girl a shrug, and she can only respond with a whimper. Then she knocks back the glass and begins to ravenously drain it, Tom shifting into position to capture every moment of her frenzied cumguzzling.

If only you'd had a clipboard, this all could have been avoided.