Let him answer for me

I’m not usually the type to get tongue-tied, but I definitely am at the moment. Before I can come up with the words to answer his question, Clint answers for me.

“Let me guess... It’s your first day on the job, and you’re nervous as hell because no one has properly oriented you to where everything is and what you’re supposed to do?”

“Wow,” I respond, with appreciation. “That’s spot on, actually. What are you — a psychic?”

Clint chuckles and says, “Not exactly. I just remember my first day, and I had that same deer-in-the-headlights look when I walked in here.”

“And did you trip over anyone and spill their coffee the way I did?” I ask, with a grin.

“Worse. I saw this drop-dead gorgeous girl on her way to film a scene, and without knowing her name or anything about her, I asked her out on a date.”

I laugh. “That was rather bold of you... Asking out a porn actress on your first day. You must have been very sure of yourself. And what happened? Did she humiliate you in front of everyone by telling you to fuck off?”

“Actually, the answer was, ‘yes,’ and we had dinner that same night,” he replied.

“Wow... Congratulations. So how is that worse than me spilling coffee over both of us?” I ask.

“Well, as it turns out, it wasn’t exactly an ‘actress.’ It was actually Brady Bumspreader, and if you are familiar with the gay side of the studio — which I was not — you would have recognized the name as that of one of the top ‘trap stars’ — young men who specialize in dressing very convincingly as women.”

I bring my hand to my mouth to cover my dropped jaw. “Seriously?”

Clint nods. “And to make things worse, not only did I not know who he was when I asked him out, but I didn’t figure it out until well after dinner. In fact, it wasn’t until we were back at my apartment that I was enlightened to my mistake.”

I cannot stop myself from laughing. “And what did you do when he finally told you that he was a guy?”

Clint actually blushes. “Well, to be brutally honest, he never did get around to telling me — at least not with any words. He sort of left it to me to figure it out myself, and only after some pretty hot and heavy making out on my sofa.”

“Oh my gosh!” I exclaim, feeling much better about my first day as I try to picture the awkwardness of the scene.

“He was quite apologetic,” says Clint. “He just assumed I knew who he was and that I was looking for exactly that kind of experience. Fortunately I didn’t punch him when my hand made contact with something completely unexpected.”

“Well, I’m glad you were both understanding about the matter,” I allow. “That could have ended very badly.”

Clint agrees. “He’s a super nice guy. Once the misunderstanding was all cleared up, he even offered to give me a blowjob, with no expectation of reciprocity. I declined the generous offer, of course.”

I hold up my hands and say, “That’s more than I need to know; how your dates end is entirely your own business.”

Clint chuckles. “I suppose so. Still, it was a very unusual first day for me. I still run into Brady from time to time when he is here for a video shoot. We still laugh about it when we see each other, and he is always quick to remind me that I can consider myself as having a coupon for a ‘blow and go,’ as he calls it.”

Looking at his watch, Clint says, “But I’m keeping you standing here on your first day. That will never do. Come with me. The Wardrobe Department has some clothes that we can both borrow until we can get these cleaned.”

I follow after Clint, admiring his cute buns as he walks. He really is very easy on the eyes, and I wonder what his role is here at the studio. As we walk, it appears that everyone’s name badge identifies either their area of access or their role in the organization by color. I wonder what the blue of Clint’s badge signifies for him.

We get to a door marked “Wardrobe,” and Clint leads the way inside. I look and see row after row of clothing of all styles. Clint reaches for a hanger and holds out an outfit for my consideration. It is a leather dominatrix outfit.

“How about this?” he asks, with a twinkle in his eyes. “It says, ‘I am someone to be reckoned with.’”

“Hmmm....” I respond, pretending to consider it seriously. “Not bad... If I had my gemstone-handled riding crop, I might consider it, but if I can’t accessorize properly, it would just look tacky.”

He laughs and puts it away. I look through the rows of clothing and see everything from casual, everyday clothing, to French maid uniforms, schoolgirl uniforms, attire that could only be worn by cheap hookers, and superhero costumes for cosplay. I hold up a Catwoman outfit of black latex, identical to the one worn in the most recent Batman movie, except for the notable openings around each breast and at the crotch.

“How about this one? It communicates an air of professionalism, doesn’t it?”

Clint nods approvingly. “A wise choice. Unless, of course, you are going to be working in the warehouse. It gets rather cold there, and you might get a bit chilly in those areas that would be exposed to the cold.”

I grin, returning the outfit to the rack and settling on something much closer to what I currently have on. By the time I have selected it, Clint has chosen his attire, as well. He looks at me thoughtfully, and then says, “Well, I was just going to go ahead and change right here, but with this being your first day, you may not be quite accustomed to casual nudity.” He nods over toward a corner of the room. “There are a couple of changing booths over there, if you prefer.”

I look in the direction Clint indicates before making my decision.