All the right things

Dirk looked the expectant Syntharra over, and then behind her to Mystee.

He wasn't a mean man, or a cruel man, and he thought the director was cute and attractive in her own way, but he certainly had a type.

He knew if was going to be trapped on a deserted island with only one woman to make love to, and it was heart-breaking to admit this, it wouldn't have been Syntharra.

Still, he thought of the sweet, enthusiastic dark elf as a friend, and he didn't want to hurt her feelings, so he looked to Mystee, who was standing behind her, and sought silent guidance.

"Hot" Mystee mouthed to Dirk.

"Uh, H-hot..." Dirk mumbled as he stared at the muffin-topped drow director. "You look super hot."

"Really?!" Syntharra squealed in delight as her cheeks blushed and she jumped up and down, jiggling her soft body. "Oh, this is going to be such a good film!"

Syntharra rushed off to grab the script as Dirk sighed with relief.

"Yeah, so, um..." Mystee whispered as she moved close to Dirk. "Synthi has never been with a human before. She's made like a hundred movies starring them, but she's only ever slept with other dark elves.

"Seriously?" Dirk asked. "I mean, why not? You see how she is, right?"

He gestured over to the excited director who was busy showing Pammy the goblin girl how to use the old hand-held camcorder they were going to shoot today's film with.

"Look, I've known her since we were kids, and believe it or not, she's actually like, really, really shy," Mystee confessed. "She's been talking about doing something like this for years, Dirk, but she's never worked up the courage to act on it. Years."

Dirk flinched in fear as Mystee desperately grabbed his arm.

"Do you have any idea how many times I've had to hear her talk about this?! And it is the same conversation every time. Every. Single. Time. I can't take it anymore!" The drow confessed.

"Wow, I had no idea..." the man admitted.

Of course not, you sweet, sweet, dumb man... Mystee thought to herself.

"So, you're going to make this extra, super, duper, really special for her, ok?" Mystee said as she pulled Dirk in close and pressed her head against his chest, unintentionally covering half of her face with oil before stepping back to look him in the eyes. "Please?"

Dirk looked back at her as the emotions stirred in his gut and his throat tightened up just a little. Her words, her tone, the look in her eyes, the fact that he he'd skipped lunch and was now getting kind of hungry... He started to mist up. He sniffled. He looked over at Syntharra, her plump rump sticking out of her skirt, shaking like a bowl of jelly with her barely contained excitement (and even less contained ass) as she finished explaining the camera to Pammy.

"I'll do it! Er... I mean her. I'll do her... Wait, does that sound right? I mean..." He stumbled, until Mystee gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Thanks hun," the porn star reassured.

Dirk nodded, his face growing serious. He was going to do this right, er, her right, and it was going to be the greatest performance of his life.