CFNM Randy Summers Office Boy
As usual my finances were a bit anemic. I was wondering if I needed to be more aggressive in my advertising. The problem is that there aren't a lot of outlets that take ads for my special kind of services, especially ones that women patronize.
I hope that when I graduate with my I.T. degree in hand I will find a steady job that will eliminate the need for my extracurricular activities. These "CFNM" activities were becoming more demanding and a bit more disturbing. What was most disturbing was that I was becoming increasing aroused by more dangerous and kinky situations. Scenes involving bondage and a bit of abuse were an unbelievable turn-on. I was starting to question my limits. How far would I go to make some cash?
Just as I was beginning to despair that I would come up with a solution to my present financial situation, a lady film executive that had attended the infamous COCKtail party called. She mentioned that she had gotten my number from the business cards I handed out at the party.
She had been putting in a lot of overtime on a TV show she was involved in producing and needed to let off some steam playing some mind games with an 'employee'. She also mentioned that she worked with a basically all-female staff. Since I didn't really work for the studio, and I was a guy, she could engage in some slightly 'inappropriate behavior' without fear of repercussions from the HR department.
I told her that I had taken a few drama courses and would do my best to 'act the part'.
She was going into her office on a Sunday...she told me that no one else was likely to be around, and wanted me to play out a fantasy for her. With the state of my finances did I really have a choice? Remembering how crazy the COCKtail party had gotten, I resigned myself to 'go with the flow'. I didn't think anything could be too dangerous in an office situation.
She hoped that I could look like a nerd. I found some older slacks and a shirt and tie that didn't fit particularly well and that I didn't care about much. The pants especially fit very badly. The seams looked very worn and weak, and the legs were several inches too short. The area around the fly was loose enough, but the seat was very snug. I hoped the seam along the ass would hold.
Well, she did ask if I could look as "geeky" as possible. I happen to have an old pair of horn-rimmed glasses without lenses. I figured I could use product and slick my hair really flat. With argyle socks and scuffed loafers I looked pretty pathetic. I tried to wear some tightie-whities, but the pants fit so weirdly I just wasn't comfortable so I opted to go commando.
I drove to the address she had given me and was very impressed to find myself on one of the major movie studio lots. My name was on the list so the guard let me through and gave me directions to her office.
I came into her office pretending to be the 'temp' the employment agency had sent to help her for the day as she had requested. She eyed me up and down. I thought I caught the hint of a smile. I looked like a charity case.
"Yes, I've been expecting you. It's Randy, isn't it? I'm Ms. Mayer. Several of my girls have been on vacation and quite a bit of filing and organizing has piled up. During the week when so much is happening it's almost impossible to stay on top of these things. Let's get to work."
For a while, I did just that. Helping sort thru some mail and help with some filing. It all seemed harmless enough. She was obviously taking this scene very seriously.
She was wearing a grey pencil skirt, black hose and pumps and a white silk blouse that was thin enough for me to notice that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her dark hair was tightly pulled back. The sight of her beautiful figure and what looked like luscious breasts had my dick feeling very un-nerd-like. I could feel the blood starting to flow lengthening and thickening my cock.
She gave me a stack of 8x10 glossies to sort thru by age, sex, type etc. I was very surprised to find that many of the photos were nudes, both male and female. Some of the photos were very artistic; others looked as though they had been taken out of porno magazines. While I sorted, she began circling me; leaning over to give a suggestion on sorting...allowing her hands and breasts to brush against me now and again. Feeling her body against me was quite a turn-on. I had to keep reminding myself that I was supposed to be a nerd.
"Randy, you seem a bit nervous. I hope you are not uncomfortable with some of these photos. We often need body doubles for nude long shots and sex scenes. Nowadays we often need to have photos of women's breasts or men's penises so the director can choose. I think it's only fair that sometimes men are required to be nude. Women have been made to do it for years. I'd hate to think that you weren't up to the task."
"No, ma'am I was just a little surprised. I mean this is a real movie studio, not a porn company. Some of these pictures are pretty explicit."
"This is all completely professional. I wouldn't want you to think that I was deliberately showing you pictures of breasts and vaginas and cocks and asses. The legend of the casting couch is just that, a legend. Such things don't happen in my office."
As she spoke she casually opened a button on her blouse, exposing a bit of cleavage.
I felt my cock snaking along my pant leg...and without anything under my slacks; it was pretty obvious that I was getting an erection.
Instinctively I tried to cover myself, and suggested that perhaps it was time for a coffee break. She gave me money and pointed me in the direction of the break room where there was a coffee machine.
I came back with the coffee, but didn't have much time to drink it...she had me moving file boxes and putting them into organized stacks.
I sat down again and started working on photo sorting, and she sat right next to me. I could smell her perfume, and she had unbuttoned another button on her blouse. Her breasts were round and firm. I was really having trouble trying to play my part. I wanted to kiss and lick them. I felt my cock growing to full hardness. I was so distracted by her as I was drinking my coffee that I spilled most of it on my shirt. Luckily it was no longer hot.
"Oh honestly Randy, can't you be more careful? You might have ruined some photos."
She grabbed me by my shirt front and pulled me to my feet.
"Ugh, this is ridiculous. You can't work like that. Give it to me."
I attempted to protest but Ms. Mayer quickly unbuttoned and removed my shirt. She made no effort to remove my necktie though.
"Go rinse it in the restroom there. There is a small shower and you can hang it over the rod until it dries."
I returned and found her standing there, arms akimbo; a stance that pushed breasts together really displaying her cleavage..
"Forgive me for saying this, but for such a bookish looking boy, you have a surprising well built body. I only mention it because, after all, I do work in casting and my job is to notice actor's appearance. I hope that my remarking on your body doesn't make you uncomfortable."
I tried to cover my chest with my arms.
"Umm, I guess I never really thought about it."
"Well, you'll just have to work like that until your shirt is dry."
I went back to filing and sorting. It seemed as though an awful lot of materials required putting away in the very bottom drawers of cabinets. I found myself almost unconsciously doing deep squats when reaching the bottom drawers. Just as I was thinking that kneeling down would be a better idea given the tight seat of my pants I heard and felt the seam at the ass 'r...i...p!
My look of surprise was genuine. I really hadn't expected that to happen. Ms. Mayer was on me like a shot!
