How do I know you are any good?

“I’d love to help you, but I’d have to know for sure that you have the qualities we are looking for,” I say suggestively. “How do I even know how good of a fluffer you are, let alone what kind of an actress?”

Tess gets my meaning right away and grins somewhat shyly. “I think I can convince you on both points pretty easily.” She looks me in the eyes, but her hands wander downward. I feel one hand resting on my belt buckle, and the other rubbing right below it. “Although it doesn’t look like you need much help from a fluffer to keep you hard,” she says, running her hand over my lengthening shaft. “Maybe I’ll just have to go straight to my acting skills, instead.”

As Tess begins unfastening my belt buckle, I look around a bit nervously. It’s not the first time I’ve been with a girl, by any means, but all my experience has been in a bedroom, the backseat of my car, or a quickie in a deserted hallway of the high school. The closest I’ve ever come to screwing in public was during a party at a buddy’s house when I banged a chick while my friend was in the same room ... but he was passed out drunk at the time.

Granted, Tess is trying to prove she can overcome her problem about having sex in front of the camera, but I’m not really sure I want to start my first day on the job by having someone walk in on me with my pants around my ankles.