Your office

"Where is my office?" you ask.

In answer to your question, Jess ushers you to two large mahogany doors on the far side of the room. Leaving Lucy in the waiting area, Jess escorts you through them.

Your office is bigger than your living room back home. It has a huge wooden desk, elaborately carved in exotic wood. Matching designer sofas are on opposite walls, and fine art lines the walls and shelves. Smaller doors are on the side walls, apparently leading to other rooms or giving you a way to get in and out of the office without coming through the reception area.

You take it all in, and then walk over to your desk and sit down. As you do, the grandfather clock chimes that it is 9:00. Immediately, one of the smaller doors opens, and a young woman about your age hurries into your office.

You expect some kind of introduction, but Jess seems to pay her no attention. Instead, Jess has pulled out a folder and begins to talk to you about the day's schedule.

The girl comes directly to you, around your desk and approaches you where you sit. She is blonde, nicely-figured, and has sort of a girl-next-door type of face.

As Jess begins to talk to you about which productions are filming today and at what time, the girl kneels next to you, swivels your chair to face her, and begins undoing your pants.

"Hey! What the ---???!!!" you stammer, as she unfastens your belt and gets to work on your zipper.

Jess looks up, momentarily confused about the interruption. Seeing the girl, she says, "I'm sorry, Mr. Doe, but I had to guess about your tastes. If you prefer someone else, I can have them here in a couple of minutes."

"Someone else?" you ask, watching with bewilderment as the girl continues to undo your pants and proceeds to pull your penis out of your boxers as if this were the most ordinary thing in the world.

Jess says, "For your 9:00 blow, of course. Assuming you want to keep the schedule at 9:00, that is." Seeing that you are still confused, she says, "I assumed your parents had told you about the perks of the job. Your father always liked a 9:00, noon, and 3:00 schedule, but of course, you can adjust that however you want. And if you have a particular actress or body type as a preference, just say the word. Your father liked variety, so I assumed you would, too."

You try to take that all in, which is a little difficult, considering you are in the process of getting an amazing blowjob from a totally-hot chick. She is expertly licking and deepthroating you like a pro, which, you realize, she must be, considering where she works.

You try to turn your attention back to Jess, but this girl is doing the most incredible things to you, and it isn't long before you grip the armrests of your chair and shake as you blow a load right down her throat.

Without missing a beat or dribbling a drop, she finishes sucking you off. Then, without having said a word, she helps tuck you back in your pants, zips you up, and heads out the door. You think it rude not to say something to her, so you offer a feeble, "Um... thanks... See you later," as she leaves.

Jess looks up. "Later? Do you want her back?" She begins scribbling something on her notebook.

"I thought you said she'd be back at noon," you say, confused.

"Well, she certainly can be," says Jess. "I had another girl scheduled, but I can change that."

"Uh... Don't bother," you say. "I'll figure things out, eventually."

Jess immediately crosses off her last written item and returns to the day's schedule. You try to get your head back into business, but feel a wonderful rush of endorphins from a world-class orgasm a few seconds ago.

Jess has been explaining that there are several productions being filmed at the studios that day, and you are free to go and check them out. That sounds like a very good idea to you, and ask for more information, but Jess says, "But first, may I inquire about your position on casting?"

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"We have a full waiting room of applicants who want to be hired by the company. Your father generally left the initial interviewing to the personnel department, but insisted on personally trying out every potential actress who passed the initial screening. We haven't processed anyone's application today, because we didn't know whether you would like to continue that practice, or whether you'd like to be involved in the initial screening, as well."

"Try out?" you ask, as this realization hits you. "Are you saying my dad had sex with every woman who showed up in any of Hardon's movies?"

Jess smiles. "Your father had sex with every woman who ever worked here -- whether they were actresses or not." She comes around to your side of the desk and clicks on your computer. As she does, you can't help but notice how hot her ass looks in that short skirt, and you feel like reaching over and grabbing it. Then, with a jolt, you realize you probably can, and there wouldn't be anything wrong with it. You wonder how many times your father did the very same thing with her.

Jess points to the computer screen. "Here is your father's database with his notes."

You look, and you see a collection of names, some of which are familiar to you as major porn stars. You click on Sara Bustier's name, and you see multiple images of her, clothes and unclothed. You read your dad's notes: "Started off pretty shy and seemed reluctant to do anal. Had to try her out several times that way before being convinced she could do it on film. NOTE FOR FUTURE PRODUCTION: She would be hot in a lesbian strap-on gangbang."

You glance again at the database and see nearly 300 names. Again, you look at Jess and say, "My dad had sex with 300 women?"

She smiles again, and changes the settings on the program. "That's just showing the currently-active film starlets. Here's the whole list."

You look and let out a long whistle. There are well over a thousand names -- maybe two thousand names.... You look at entries at random and see many who did not become actresses, but who were hired as secretaries, maids, etc. Many more were "auditioned" by your father and not hired at all for various reasons. You also see Jess's name, but you don't click on it at the moment, because she is looking over your shoulder. You are very curious, however, to learn what your dad's assessment of her abilities was.

Jess asks you again, "So what about auditions? How do you want to handle them?"