Stay Focused

At tempting as it was, Sam decided to get in his own shower stall. He wasn't even sure that was Amy in the other shower. And, besides, he was still building up his rep during his first gig as a porn star. Just the thought made him giddy. He put his towel on the rung outside the first stall and jumped in. He washed himself as quickly as he could. (He didn't want to linger. Caressing himself in warm water would only lead to him unnecessarily jerking off.) After rinsing the sex off, he hopped out of the shower refreshed and ready for round two.

He struggled to wrap the towel around his waist. His foot-long dong kept jutting out the front. He did his best to keep it hidden -- which wasn't very well -- but he managed to make it to wardrobe without incident. At the fitting, they handed him some baggy khakis and a sweater was too big for him. They said the original actor had a bulkier build, but they didn't have time to source new clothes for him. He shrugged and put the clothes on. They didn't fit well, but they wouldn't fall off. He told himself that his character was supposed to be goofy, anyways, so this would only help sell the bit.

He walked back to the set and found it completely transformed. The classroom had become a school's office. It was the same room: Same blue wall and tiled floor. The blackboard and student desks were gone, replace with two plastic chairs. There was a large desk -- he wasn't sure if it was the same as the teacher's desk from before, but it was turned a different way. File cabinets and office equipment, including a waist-high copier, were positioned along the walls. A couple of generic paintings and a diploma made it looks a little more lived in.

The crew was still fidgeting, but it looked they were almost done. Sam got startled by a pat on the back. "There he is!" The director moved next to him. "Right on time. I like it." He gave Sam a once-over. "Not great, but it'll do," he said. "They won't be looking at you much, anyways."

As if on cue, a buxom middle-aged woman walked onto the set and sat at the large chair behind the desk. She was wearing a sky blue cardigan that must have three sizes too tight. Her orangey tanned, orb-like breasts were on the verge of popping up out of her camisole and bursting every single button. She put on a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, drawing his gaze up to her sumptuous lips and beautiful hazel eyes.

"That's your scene partner, Misty LaTouche," the director said. "She's up to speed on everything with you, and she's a pro so there's no need to worry. When we call action, you knock on the door and let yourself in, then follow her lead through the conversation. Remember: She's called the meeting and she's seducing you, not the other way around. Same goes for positions: When you're fucking, just do whatever she asks you to do.

You ready to go, kid?"

Sam nodded, then walked over to his starting position outside the office door.