Something professional

I dressed quickly in my best office attire - a fitted blouse and pencil skirt - hoping to salvage some professionalism after my embarrassing encounter earlier. Taking a deep breath, I left my room and headed to the reception area.

The phone rang occasionally but for the most part, it was a slow morning. I busied myself organizing files and familiarizing myself with the studio layout. Around midday, the guys from before emerged from one of the sets, wiping sweat from their brows. They gave me curious looks as they passed by but didn't say anything.

Later, Tiffany showed me how to access the performer database on my computer. "Here are today's talents," she said, pulling up a list of names and headshots. "In case anyone needs reference material."

As soon as she left, I clicked on one of the profiles - Jake, the guy with his shirt unbuttoned. His bio listed stats like height (6'2"), weight (190 lbs), and cock size (8 inches). Below that were links to his filmography...including video clips.

My heart raced as I watched Jake pound away at a petite brunette, her moans echoing through my speakers. In another scene, he jerked off onto a pair of massive tits while two other girls made out beside him. By the time I looked up, an hour had passed and I was dripping wet between my thighs.