The boss offers you a job.

The man in the suit who you suspect to be the 'boss' of this operation walks up to you, and looks down at your semen covered body with an evil smirk.

"You know what, you're pretty fucking good at this, what was it, Emma?"

That's right, your forgot in the heat of the moment you said your name was Emma, but only because this perfect female body you are inhabiting reminded you of Emma Stone. It certainly isn't her, the face is different, but everything else is just as you'd imagine she would look like. As a man you had masturbated many times to photos of her, it seems ironic now that you would rather have some other man masturbate to you.

All you can do is look up at the man in the suit as you heave with exhaustion. He kneels down closer to you and grabs your chin gently, tilting your cum painted face towards him.

"How would you like to work for me sweety?"

You are delirious with lust, you aren't quit sure what he is asking. He looks at you expectantly.

"You could have all the cum you want."

Those words hit you hard, and you lose all reasoning. You don't know what he wants from you, but you'd do just about anything for cum. Your mind has been broken, possibly a side-effect of this body swap, or perhaps you had a secret craving for semen all along.

You nod in agreement with the man, almost instinctively. You grins and stands back up, then motions to some of the men, who have now gotten dressed. They walk over to you and help you up, and walk you out of the room.

You awake on a comfortable bed in a well adorned room. You are still in a bit of a haze, but you remember being driven to a very nice hotel, and getting cleaned up in a shower. You lift the sheets and see you are wearing some generic pajamas that fit you poorly. You must be in a hotel room, as you get up and observe your surroundings. Just as you are getting reoriented the doors open, and the man in the suit walks in.

"Ah, you're awake. Please have a seat." The man motions to some chairs, you take a seat and he joins you. "I just came from the editing room, and I must say your performance came out fantastically. We're going to have a lucrative relationship I assure you."

Your brain seems to be functioning somewhat properly now, and you ask him a question. "What exactly will I be doing?"