Francesca

You've long been fascinated by Rivet Video, mainly because it features some of the most lovely and severely nailable starlets around, but also in part because its executive producer is Francesca Majestic, who herself was quite a porn sensation just a few years back and then with some fanfare abandoned all that to take over the other side of the camera. It struck some people as strange, that such an earnestly devoted starlet could switch off a white hot sexual career overnight and proceed to play it cool for the rest of her life, this when she still had very much the same insanely arousing body and looks as ever, but it was her decision, and her business acumen was proven, and Rivet Video profited by her choice.

You're pleased to have an audience with Francesca Majestic herself in her office, and you marvel at how she's as desirable as ever, even in a conservatively cut business suit.

She sounds cynical, even grouchy. "So you're eighteen, congratulations. Ordinarily I'd like to see a model's portfolio of some kind, but we're not going to messa round with that. You have a good look, I'll admit that, that's a good start. I don't suppose you had any theater in school? ... None, huh? Well, we've turned an uphill battle into a victory before. Take off your shirt."

You obey her, and she's pleased that you're in decent shape. She seems to be suppressing a smirk, perhaps even a laugh, once you're down to your underwear.

"Ah, just so you know, I think I need to tell you -- look, if you're hung, that's fine, girls like that, but just don't expect Rivet to place the same premium on that that other studios do. all right? I mean, we'll photograph you, but we would still appreciate some sort of personality or edge. You seem to be really packing, so I think it's only fair to your ego to warn you how it goes around here. All right now, take them off."

You're amused by how frozen and expressionless Francesca seems at first. At last she finds her voice.

"Oh yeah, girls are going to like that ... ! Can you get that hard?"

"I could use help."

"Really?" Francesca stood up from her seat and unbuttoned her blouse. "Then let's get on with this." She wrestled her jacket and blouse right off, revealing her huge round bosom barely squeezed into a deceptively lacy black bra. "How's that?"

"That's great."

In fact, her shirtless hotness is enough to get you hard with only a few mild strokes. Her face becomes a comical struggle not to blurt something out, but JACKPOT!!! is clearly written in the wideness of her eyes.

"I'm glad you came to us first, because I think we're going to keep you, just to stay competitive ... ! Could you jack that off now?"

"I can try." You slowly stroke yourself for her ... but you make it seem so lonely, so laborious, with no surefire release in sight ...