Chapter 6
I was in the shower and almost done, when a woman's voice startled me. I turned to see who it was.
"Hey Todd...Sorry, it's just me Nikki," she said.
I turned to face her butt naked and hard as ever. I saw the look on her face when she saw my cock. It was one of confusion and disbelief.
"What's up Nikki?" I asked, rinsing off the soap and turning off the water.
"What's going on Todd? I don't think I've ever seen you without a hardon," she said, looking up my body to my face. "Care to explain that?" she asked.
"I can't really. I don't know why it does this, but it hasn't been soft for two days," I smiled and grabbed my towel.
She was about to quiz me on' how that's possible' and again with 'what I took' and 'isn't that bad' like others, but I cut her off.
"I'm fine really. It's just hard, that's all. I need to get to my next scene, unless there is anything else I can do for you," I said, wrapping the towel around my waste and pinning my cock up against my body.
"Actually," she said, walking right up to me and putting her hand on my chest, "I talked more with Anna. She can't stop talking about how good you were and how you tasted. She said that your clear stuff was what jolted her out of her fear and the more she ate, the better she felt and the wilder she became." She explained, with both hands on my smooth chest now.
"Yeah, that's probably pretty accurate, can't explain that either," I said.
"Well what 'do' you know Todd?" she asked, sliding her hand down towards my cock.
"I know that I'm needed elsewhere, but if you really want to continue...whatever 'this' is, I'll talk to you after Bree," I said grabbing her hands and quickly moving away from her. My cock throbbed and it wanted her, but shit I didn't have time.
"I'll be waiting," she called after me. I went to find stage 2.
I walked in and Mr. H saw me.
"Great...Bree this is Todd, Todd, Bree," he said, introducing me to the tiny little blonde I had seen in the photo album.
She was wearing a terrycloth robe. Her hair and makeup were perfect. She was really cute, but not as hot as Anna. Her breasts were small and real. She only stood around five feet and barely made it to my chest. We said hello to each other and then Mr. H continued.
"Bree wants the whole kit-and-caboodle this afternoon. She's saving up for a new car. You up for that Todd?" he asked me.
"Umm, remember I'm new here. What does that entail exactly," I asked smiling.
"Oh right, good point. Okay, well it starts with oral, then vaginal in a few positions and then right into anal for a few more. Then she wants a full facial and swallowing," he explained.
I remembered this now from reading about becoming a porn star on the internet. She must get paid for each act she performs. Anal will make her the most, but she'll still get money for the other stuff. 'Anal!! Holy shit!' I thought to myself. I hadn't done anal ever. I was always too worried about the girl and hurting her with my wide cock.
I looked down at Bree and noticed how small she was again. I was really concerned about doing anal. Mr. H seemed to see my conundrum and spoke up.
"Don't worry about Bree, she's a professional. She'll handle anything you can dish out," he said smiling.
"Okay then. Yeah, I'm good with all that," I said smiling at Bree.
She didn't exactly smile back, more like a cocky grin. I knew she had much more experience than I could even fathom. She walked away, Mr. H turned towards some other person to answer a question. I just had my towel around my waist and stood there with my hard cock pinned in the towel. Then I saw her. The same young woman from stage 1 with Anna, the fluffer I figured. She was staring at my cock with an angry face and her arms folded across her chest sitting in a chair. She was pretty hot, hotter if she was actually smiling and not throwing daggers towards me. She had straight brown hair just above her shoulders, slim arms and legs and about a B to a small C cup chest in her braless T-shirt.
She saw me looking at her. She got even angrier. I think I had an idea why, so I went over to ask her while the final arrangements were made.
"Hi, I'm Todd. You okay," I said to her.
"No I'm not okay. Do you know what I do around here?" she asked.
"I have an idea," I said. "Fluffer?" I asked.
"Exactly and I only get paid if I actually 'fluff' something," she said, looking at my crotch.
"I see. So you're pissed off cause I don't exactly need any?" I asked.
"Exactly, I mean shit you're as hard as a rock now for fuck sakes and we haven't even started," she said through tight lips, trying to keep her voice down.
"I'm sorry. What do you suggest?" I asked.
"Fucking think about dead kittens, old grandmas or baseball for hell sakes, you're killing me. Not once did you need help with Anna, and Bree's going to be worse," she said frustrated.
"Look, I'm sorry, but I can't make it go soft, even if I wanted too," I said.
"Huh?" she said, looking up at me confused.
"It won't go down ever!" I said.
"Oh fucking great! I'm out of a job then. Mr. H thinks you are the bomb.com and has you scheduled all week. What the fuck am I going to do?" she asked.
I shrugged, "Can't really fake it can I?"
"Well maybe even if its hard you could ask for me. They will think you just want me to maintain it for you," she said optimistically.
"Oh... okay cool, I'll do that then. What's your name?" I said to her just as Mr. H called for me.
She smiled and said, "Mandy," and looked a lot happier. I was glad I talked to her.
I walked over to Mr. H and he said, "Okay Todd, not much of a plot with this one, just stand here and she'll come in and take over.
"Okay cool," I said.
Lights came alive and the cameras started rolling, there were two this time. I looked around the stage at the props they had set up. I was standing in a fake kitchen, bar stool, counter and fake sink and everything. Mr. H wasn't directing this one, he was just watching. The other guy I hadn't met yelled action.
Bree came around the corner in a black negligee and looked fabulous. She walked right up to me and said, "Did you enjoy your shower?"
"Yes I did actually," I said not kidding.
"Good, but you're going to enjoy this more," she said and pulled my towel off and let it fall to the ground.
"Cut!" the director yelled.
I looked at him and he looked pissed. "What the hell? Why are you hard already?" he asked.
"Huh?" I asked "is that bad?"
"Not bad bad, just not very realistic. You just took a shower and are in you kitchen with a towel on, why would you be hard like that?" he asked.