Brittney

As she left, you smirked and thought to yourself that was a good way to start the morning. You looked down at your cock, which was still hard. One of the reasons you loved this job was that it provided you with plenty of young pussy and ass, as you had always had the problem—or the blessing, depending on who you asked—of being able to cum dozens of times in a day. It wasn’t like you had to cum that much, but you had the ability to get hard over and over and over again, which most women seemed to like but which could cause you some problems when you weren’t able to get off as often as you liked. Thankfully, with this job, you were able to.

As you waited for your next appointment to come in, since that one had been quicker than you expected, you sat down with Jane’s file and made a few notations in it about her skills and your ranking of her. Honestly, if you were grading this purely based on who would be the best talent, she would definitely be up there compared to most of the people you had seen so far for this role. But in all likelihood she would not get the main role and would instead be offered a small role within the production—probably someone who appeared in just a handful of filler episodes or something like that. Still, she was definitely someone to keep on your radar. If she could keep this up, she would be someone you wanted to bring back, and you wanted to be the one to have given her the break in the industry. But she had definitely not done enough to earn the top slot in this production. Knowing her, though, she would be grateful to have even gotten that, and you might get some more out of her when you told her that she had at least landed some role that paid decently well.

As you finished up your notes, you closed the folder and walked out to your assistant, handing it to her and saying, “Can you please make these notations in the online computer system? I also included a sticky note with several of my own personal observations for the other file. Please update that as well. Do we know when my next appointment is going to be?”

She looked down at her calendar and said, “She should be in within the next ten minutes. Do you want to look at the folder while you wait? I think you’re going to like her. She has been in the industry for a while, so I’m sure she knows how stuff works, and she seems to be pretty talented.” You nodded, and she handed over the file to you. As you flipped it open, you saw Brittney’s official shot—that was her name.