See if Mom and Dad are available

I decide to go visit the offices and see if Mom and Dad can join me for lunch. I'm also eager to tell them about my morning.

As I get to Dad's office, the door opens, and I see him step out, along with the man I recognize as the director of "Hotel Pheremone," where I just helped them out with a scene.

They see me, and the director says, "There he is right now! Blake, I don't know what I would have done without Jeremy. He really came through for us."

The director slaps me on the back as he leaves, and Dad ushers me into his office.

"Sounds like you're making quite an impression already," he says. "Not only did you save us a bundle by stepping in on that money shot, but I got a report from the Ideas Department that you gave them an idea that could be a real goldmine."

"Beginner's luck," I say, trying to be modest, but inwardly I beam, delighted to hear my dad bragging on me.

The door opens, and Mom enters. "Here's the man of the day," she says. "I've been hearing good things about you."

"Wow... word really gets around quickly here," I say. "How'd you hear about the scene already?"

She responds, "Scene? I don't know what you're talking about. I just meant that I was talking to Lila Bustier. She said she ran into you in the hallway, and she was rather taken by you. She said to tell you to come by whenever you want to get that replacement poster."

Oh yeah... I feel myself blushing, which is really weird, since I have just filmed a sex scene. Somehow, though, hearing my mom tell me that a hot porn star is "taken by me," makes me feel a little self-conscious.

"Lila's a great girl," says Dad. "She's been here about five years, and she's never disappointed me."

Mom raises an eyebrow and cocks a half-smile. "Don't you mean that she's never disappointed the studio?"

My father doesn't respond, but his smile seems to suggest a number of answers.

Changing the subject, I ask, "Say, do either of you know a fluffer here named Sally?"

Dad thinks for a moment, and says, "I might... It's hard to keep track. What does she look like?"

I realize then that my memory of her is a little vague in that respect. The clearest memory I have of her is of the top of her head and her eyes as she knelt in front of me and blew me behind the Christmas tree a couple of years ago. If I saw her again from that angle, I know I would recognize her. It also dawns on me in that moment that I had an experience that most of the stars here don't have -- I have actually been blown to completion by a fluffer! Their job descriptions dictated that they keep the actors hard, but not take them over the edge, otherwise it defeats the whole purpose. I remember what an amazing experience that was, and it renews my interest in finding her.

"Well, she's blond," I say, struggling for a better description. "And she has green eyes... And she was at the Christmas party at our house a couple of years ago...."

Mom and Dad exchange looks. "Yes, I know who you are talking about," says Mom. "Sally Baxter is her name. I was pretty sure she was the reason we couldn't find you during that party." She doesn't look upset, which is a relief. "She asks about you from time to time. Why do you want to know?"

I explain my idea about using the reality show and the hidden cameras to try to cure the "shyness" of Tess and Sally. Dad seems interested, but Mom looks doubtful.

"I don't know," she says. "That seems like a big investment for a couple of girls who may still end up being shy. Do we have a backup plan if that doesn't work?"

"I haven't really thought about it," I admit. "But it totally makes sense, and if I'm right, we could have two new actresses who already know how the industry works. Think of how efficient that will be."

"That sounds like good rationale," admits Mom. ""Or it sounds like a lame excuse from a horny guy who is trying to repay a favor to two girls whom he knows will put out for him."

I blush, wondering which of those is really the most truth.

"But I'm willing to give it a go, provided that we don't turn this over to just anyone. I think one of us needs to take a personal interest in the project."

Dad looks at me and says, "Well, I know the obvious choice. What do you think, son? Do you want to take this on as your project?"

"What does that mean, exactly?" I ask.

"It means you do whatever it takes to make it successful," he says. "Does it mean that you are the producer, the director, a stagehand, or something else? I don't know and won't know until we see what is needed. It means that you jump in and make this thing your own and do whatever it takes for it to shine."

I consider the implications of this. It's a massive responsibility, and I'm still on my first day on the job. Maybe this should wait.