Hidden talent

Tom checked the dashboard clock again. Having been instructed to appear at midday, he had arrived at the offices fifteen minutes in advance of the appointed hour, but spent the past seven parked outside, waiting for his hard on to subside.

Upon completion of the casting shoot, Gina had assumed the mantle of Miller's proxy and awarded temporary contracts to both men. They would subsequently be required to participate in a minimum of six videos each, with an optional extension period redeemable at the company's discretion.

A week had passed since the audition with the resulting footage being uploaded to the website shortly after. Tom had spent a significant portion of every evening since masturbating to the video, recycling the sights and sounds of the encounter to better recall every minutia.

He had brought himself to the edge of orgasm several times each night, but refrained from ejaculation, in adherence to his contractually imposed abstinence.

Consequently, he was now suffering from an almost relentless series of irrepressible erections, the most recent of which was preventing him from leaving his car.

After-all, Gina's mischievous introduction had prevented the positive first impression he had hoped to make on Max, he didn't want his second opportunity to be spoiled by his equally anarchic dick.

He waited several more minutes, employing myriad strategies to distract himself from the imminent reunion, before it eventually diminished and he moved indoors.

Making his way through the perennially abandoned reception area, he headed down the main corridor, passing several closed doors before approaching an open one from which quiet conversation was originating.

"And here he is!" Gina roared, pumping her fist to denote her sarcasm, "Not a minute early!"

Tom remained in the doorway, anticipating another embarrassment courtesy of the impish goth, but Max interjected before she had the chance, "She's messing with you....come in."

She complimented the invitation with a signature smile, as she stood leaning against an examination table on the far side of the room, oblique sunlight permeating the thin curtains behind her.

As a frequent visitor of the website, it was a familiar tableau to the man. Despite Gina, Miller et al expanding the thematic concepts of their 'shoots in recent weeks, the doctor's office motif remained the most prevalent and recognizable.

Tom walked inside, carefully navigating the large, tripod mounted camera as he did. A brief surveyal of his surroundings revealing several details which had eluded him previously, like the desk against one of the adjacent walls which was decorated with a monitor and keyboard but missing the PC and mouse which would render them serviceable.

The set was replete with other inconsistencies, none of them surprising, but he did wonder how he had neglected to notice them until now. The answer became apparent when his attention returned to Max.

She was once again veiled in the satin robe from their previous meeting, but currently accessorized it with a pair of transparent, open-toe, platform stilettos. Her face now absent the post coital radiance from their first encounter, she had instead adorned it with understated make up as worthy compensation.

"Whats the dealio?" she inquired.

Confused by the lexical ambiguity of the question he opted for a simple "Good thanks, you?"

Max began to articulate her response before Gina returned the courtesy of her earlier interruption, "Everyones peachy, now do the pair of you intend to have sex sometime today or shall I just film you exchanging pleasantries for the next half hour?"

Dismounting the examination table, the goth moved to the centre of the room and waited for Tom to occupy the vacated position next to his co-star.

"Okay" the heiress began, "I've already informed Max of the details of today's scene, so I'll give you the abridged version instead. The basic premise is you need to provide a sperm sample and it's Nurse Max's job to help extract it. No more lovey dovey bullshit like last week, the sex needs to be pragmatic.... you can have fun and do make it apparent that you are, but try to remember she's just a hot nurse intent on making you cum. Speaking of which, finish with a facial, it makes the most sense in the context of the scene and it always plays well with the audience....You got all that?"

She had expected a concise affirmation from the man, so was surprised we he replied with something more elaborate, "I can give her more than one if you'd prefer."

His proclamation induced a brief silence as Gina considered the proposal, but concluded when Max offered her own compliance, "Fine by me" she nodded, "If you think you can go again of course...."

Tom felt compelled to offer a justification for his suggestion, "I actually have a condition called hyperspermia."

"It's not transmittable is it?" Gina asked, interrupting the man before he had an opportunity to elucidate.

The question elicited a chuckle from Max before she began to clarify on his behalf, "It's when a man's seminal discharge significantly surpasses conventional parameters in both volume and frequency, with an proportionate correlation between the latter and the individual's subsequent libido."

Her affinity for science had resulted in an unintentional display of intellect. Noting the perplexity of her peers, she quickly fabricated an explanation for her eloquence, "I did some reading for the part....It basically means he can cum a lot and often."

"Oookay then." Gina remarked, still possessing a bemused expression as she once again addressed Tom, "That could be useful, but why prithee tell didn't you mention it during the interview?"

"I wasn't sure it was relevant" he replied.

The goth shook her head in disbelief, "And I thought you were the clever one! Cum as much and as often as you like, just remember what I said before and try to avoid looking at the camera as well....Max, you want to show him what he'll be working with?"

"Sure!" the starlet exclaimed. Approaching the camera on the opposite side of the room, she removed the robe and placed it on a nearby chair, before slowly turning to face the man.

Having already been privy to the girl's attire, Gina opted against observing the reveal, in favour of watching Tom's reaction to it instead, with the man failing to suppress a gasp as he admired the spectacle before him.

He had been mesmerized by her disrobement the week prior, but if anything was capable of surpassing the vision of Max's nudity then this was it.

Panning upwards from her footwear, he rested his gaze on the white v-string thong barely maintaining her modesty. Two inches of sheer fabric hung from the perimeter of the waistband, evoking the sentiment of a skirt but devoid its practical purpose.

Raising his eyes further, he examined the supplementary bra, which more closely resembled a bikini top in its design, red string substituting for more conventional straps, with the insignia of a matching coloured cross on each cup.

"Holy shit" he muttered, his erection stirring once more.