Wander around

I thank Amber and tell her that I’ll take her up on her offer to familiarize myself with the place. Aside from brief visits to my parents’ offices, I really haven’t been in the studio at all. It’s not exactly the kind of establishment that can have a “Take Your Kid to Work Day,” after all.

I’m about to exit the offices, when I remember my promise to Steve, my Uber driver. I turn back to Amber and say, “By the way... I promised someone that I would look into the status of his application for employment. Any idea where I would go for that?”

Amber smiles sweetly. It’s really hard for me to imagine that sweet, almost-grandmotherly face as it must have looked when my father covered it with jizz in the movie she just told me about. I try to banish that thought as she tells me that all applications come through the Human Resources Office, just down the hall from where I am. I thank her again and walk out the door.

The hallways are starting to fill up as the workday begins to get into full swing. I notice that everyone is wearing some kind of ID badge. I notice several different colors of badges, and I assume that is some kind of classification system that allows access to various parts of the building. I figure I should have gotten one from Doris the receptionist when I came in.

I walk over to the receptionist area, and Doris is speaking on the phone. Not wanting to interrupt her, I stand at the desk and wait. She has her back to me and is evidently unaware of my presence.

I try not to eavesdrop, but her voice and the nature of her conversation makes it impossible not to pick up on a few key phrases.

“No... That’s the way it is when you date a guy like that.... If he has a shoot any time within the next few hours, he’s not going to cum, because he wants to save up for the money shot..... No, I’m not making that up; I dated an extra from that Jungle Fuck movie last year, and he never spilled a drop in or on me. You just have to be sure to tell him that you have needs, too, and if he’s not going to finish you with his mouth, then you’ll just need to get a vibrator! Listen, I know what I’m talking about, and we sell a nice model of vibrator in the gift shop..... “

The conversation is a bit disconcerting. It’s not like I didn’t know that I’d be exposed to some pretty explicit stuff around here, but I wasn’t exactly thinking I’d be overhearing stuff like this from the receptionist.

I tap my fingers on the counter as my patience begins to wear thin.

“Well, he’s feeding you a load of bullshit, then, because the only time we make them do that is if they’re going to be taking it in the ass on camera, so I’m telling you right now, he’s either bisexual, or he has a thing for strapons. We sell those, too.... No, listen, Mom, I have to take another call. Can you hold?”

I shake my head in wonder as Doris pushes a button and speaks into the phone, “Thank you for calling Cum On Productions, where we put the ‘cum’ in ‘welcome.’ How may I direct your call?”

I glance down at the desk and see a few purple visitor badges attached to lanyards. I’m tempted to just grab one of those so I don’t have to wait around any longer for Doris to finish her x-rated phone call with her mother.