Prepping for the big evening

Natalie made a quick stop at the corner coffee shop before entering her office building. To her disappointment, Connor, her favourite cream dispenser, had just been used and could only smile sheepishly at her while he stroked himself operational again. Natalie was already running slightly late, so she made do with Lincoln, the newest hire. Lincoln hadn't gotten his diet quite right yet, so his cream lacked the trademark spicy notes Connor so reliably delivered, but since he was still learning, Natalie tried to enjoy her coffee all the same.

Entering the Summa Cum Laude headquarters -- where she had been working for the past three years -- Natalie saw that management had once again decided to hire an air-brained trainee to "help" Lilly at the reception -- which, in reality, meant that Lilly had to spend half her time showing her how everything worked. Right now, she was leaning over the ditzy girl's shoulder, trying to explain the difference between Minesweeper and a spreadsheet, while the girl -- whose nametag read Taylah -- devoted her entire attention to sticking various pens and erasers up Lilly's ass.

Natalie rushed into the meeting room just as Claudia, her manager, was about to begin her morning briefing. Claudia gave her a curt nod and was about to address the room when a thought seemed to cross her mind. She bent down, pressed a button on her desk, and said "Lilly, can you send in one or two interns for throat duties? Thank you!"

"Sorry lads," she said, turning to Natalie's male coworkers with a disarming smile, "but today's the big day and I really need Mary's and Nat's mouths free for the final briefing."

Seth, Logan, and Andrew nodded sympathetically and glanced towards the door. A few seconds later, it opened, and two slender young interns, straight out of college, walked in and draped themselves across the table in front of the three guys. Natalie tried hard to remember their names, but the office was so flooded with interns all the time that it was hard to keep them apart. They were ostensibly here to get a glimpse into how the business they were studying actually operated, but in reality, they were mainly used to do the boring work interns are always **** to do: Making coffee, sorting files, and offering up their bodies to take the burden off of the more important female employees. In small team meetings, it was not uncommon to have a few interns literally just provide their throats to fuck so that the female higher-ups could talk more easily. Of course, no one actually prevented anyone from fucking any mouth they liked, but sometimes, being practical does have its uses.

Seth and Logan quickly moved to plug the interns' waiting mouths, while Andrew gently bent Natalie over her desk, rested his notebook on the small of her back, and entered her pussy from behind. With everything prepped and everyone in a position to fully participate in the meeting, Claudia began her briefing.

Since this was the day of the big awards show, there was not much planning left to do, as Natalie's team had worked around the clock to make sure everything would run as smoothly as possible. So instead of her usual instructions, Claudia decided to drive home how important this evening was going to be for the Summa Cum Laude image. She had prepared dozens of slides showing various celebrities with cum on their faces and bodies. Some had only a single, elegant streak draped stylishly across their noses or foreheads, while others looked as if they had just dipped their entire heads in a vat of cum. Between those two extremes, there was a whole continuum of styles, each with a varying degree of cum-splatteredness.

The point Claudia was trying to make was that of brand identity. As a provider of personal grooming for several big-name stars, she had made it her mission to communicate a clear, consistent aesthetic across all celebrities represented by SCL. This was the single most important lesson Natalie and her team of stylists were to take into the makeup room.

Thankfully, the briefing wasn't as long as Claudia's usual speeches, and so, after a short, fruitful discussion, everyone was quickly off to the makeup rooms to prepare their various clients for the evening.

Natalie's personal client was Isla O'Neill, a hugely successful actress in her early thirties who had risen to fame after portraying a whip-wielding dominatrix supervillain in a blockbuster superhero franchise. Most of her makeup had already been done, and she was dressed in an outfit that recalled her dominatrix look from the films while doubling as an elegant cocktail dress. All that was left was the finishing touch. Isla had specifically requested Jett D'Arcy to do the honours, and Natalie had happily obliged. Jett was wonderful to work with and only needed to be shown the briefest overview of Claudia's brand identity vision before he went to work spurting an intricate pattern of spunk across Isla's face, neck, and cleavage. Eager to repeat the viral success of her pubic branding stunt last year, Claudia wanted SCL to distinguish itself by dressing its clients in abstract cum patterns that seemed intentional, but not ****. Natalie hoped it would be as successful as Claudia expected it to be, not least because she herself had contributed significantly to developing the unified vision.

In a way, it was ludicrous to think how much time and money had been spent on designing the perfect cum splatter, since all of their clients' faces would be messed up by eager fans within minutes of arriving at the venue anyway. However, for those precious few unspoilt moments in front of the flashing cameras, all of this effort was apparently worth it, just to get SCL's aesthetic as much exposure as possible in next week's glamour magazines.