Yes

Its.. exciting. You cant get the image of fays cock out of your head. You bet it tastes sweet as it stretches your mouth. A quick shake of your head clears your senses.. you couldnt really be going forward with this. You have watched countless hours of porn, hundreds of dicks sucked, and you wonder.. what is it like? A glance down at your phone shocks you, on autopilot while you thought of the consequences of your actions you fingers had already typed out a simple.

Yes.

The rest of the night was a blur, nothing else was on your mind. Just Fay and the building load ready for you. Sleep evades you as the creaking of crystals bed echoes through the house. At least you could decide tomorrow as well.

With a shutter and blink you awake the next day almost certain your attempts to contact Fay was a dream. With a glance at your phone it is confirmed real. Another text from becka, fays assistant. An address.

Later that day you borrow your moms car to head to the address, she is working from home and wouldnt mind. At this point you are sure you arent going through with this. Just a crazy thing you considered, just worth checking out the location. As you pull up yo the address parking lot you are surprised to see a fairly normal office building complex. Signs for insurance, tax and technology startups have signs at the corner. So normal, no one would know inside that a company like Fays exists.

Getting out of the car you count five stories on this complex. The hard pavement under your feet echos in your mind accompanied by the loud beating of your heart. As you reach the large double doors you struggle to steady your hands to open them. Is this really happening? Your first blow job on camera? No, this is silly but you came all this way. As you push the doors refuse to give, locked. You turn to leave. A sigh of a relief courses through your body upon the decision to leave with just the trace of guilt and disappointment. Just as your hand reaches the door of your moms car a voice shakes you back to reality.

"Hey son, you have an appointment inside?" You look upon an old man in a guards uniform. "Come on ill get you a guest pass and help you on your way." He grasps your arm with a tight firm but friendly grip. On autopilot your feet move in sync back towards the building. "Who are you here to see?" He asks as a beep of his badge lets you both into the building.

A rush of cool mint air hits you as you are helped into the main area of the building a small desk is placed at the end of a tight hallway, with elevators on both sides. Between the guard and the smell you calm for a minute.

"Well what floor?" He asks, pinning a guest badge on your shirt.

"I dont know sorry.. im here to see Ms. Fay for a shoot?" You respond timidly.

"Hmm. Ms. Fay for financial advisement or Ms. Fay the oral specialist? Funny we have two in the building.. though alot young folk like you come for oral treatment so id reckon thats the one right?"

You nod politely. He chuckles to himself and hits the elevator button. It chimes open as he welcomes you in. "Fourth floor and son," he trails off as the doors shut, "take a deep breath and always swallow."

The doors shut. The elevator trip feels.like the longest of your life. The comfort of your interaction with the guard fades, replaced again by panic. Its happening so fast you think just as the ding prompts the doors to open. You step out to a voice.