Report to my brother’s office

I look at my watch and see that I’m a little early. With a bit of regret, I realize I could have spared the time for a quickie with Alex, after all.

Jeremy told me to check in with him first thing, so I look for his office. I enter the office suite and find a waiting area. In addition to the sofas and chairs for guests, there is a desk for a receptionist. Behind it is a door leading to Jeremy’s office. There is no one else in the waiting area, but it is about ten minutes before the start of the day.

I take a look around the room and admire the pictures on the walls. They feature the actors and actresses who have been discovered and managed by my brother in his short time working for the company. I notice he is in most of the pictures of the actresses. One picture, in particular, catches my attention. Denise Gualberto is the same age as Jeremy and graduated with him from our high school. He was alway trying to go out with her, and she wouldn’t give him the time of day. Now the world knows her as Twila Twatinator, the biggest name in a new line of movies by the studio that feature cyborg sex machines who try to take over the earth. In Denise’s — I mean, Twila’s — first movie, she played a cyborg who traveled back in time to take the virginity of an awkward teenager and train him in all the ways of sex so he could grow up to create the company that would create the sex cyborgs in the first place.

Jeremy was still living at home at that time, and I found it interesting that all of a sudden Denise was more than willing to spend as much time as it took with Jeremy in order to get the role. In fact, for a period of about three weeks, he must have been rehearsing her every single night. I know, because his bedroom and mine share a wall, and I could hear her over and over, saying in a robotic voice, “Cum on me if you want to live!”

I wonder how many of these actresses got their start at the studios in a similar way. Now that Jeremy has his own place, he could be having an orgy every night and I wouldn’t know anything about it. Given what I know about my horndog brother, nothing would surprise me.

I look at my watch again and see that it’s about time for the office to be open, but there’s still no sign of Jeremy or his receptionist. I look at the closed door to his office, and I wonder if he could be in there. It would be uncharacteristic of him, since he was never early to school, but now that he’s a professional, perhaps things have changed.