Cumming of Age - Phil's Pov

I had a ton of shit to do before Mac and the crew got in town. First off was getting Robbie's paperwork put to bed. I grabbed a cup of coffee and went through the changes Sylvia had made. I gritted my teeth at some of the stupid lawyerly things, but the most important one, to Robbie, was the residuals and that one I didn't have a problem with. By midafternoon I'd printed out a new version for her and a copy for Laura to sign. Who the fuck knew if she was going to run it by

her

lawyers, but I was counting on her just going with whatever Robbie said.

Mac and I had been messaging back and forth all week, venue being the biggest thing on his mind. I had assured him we could find a place and had already gotten in touch with several possible locations. After four days, though, I hadn't secured one, so

I

was getting nervous. If the theme was going to be Cum Slut Competition then naturally, we'd need a gym, but weekends were prime time, and I hadn't given anyone enough notice. And then inspiration hit like falling deadweight.

"Monty?" My neighbor. A big muckitymuck in his own company. He had the whack-job house up the street and we'd spent a little time together at various occasions. He was definitely kinked, based on a couple of parties I'd been invited to, but I wasn't sure exactly how to approach him. "It's Phil Torken, your neighbor up the street. You have a couple of minutes? Is this a good time?"

"Hey Phil. No problem. I'm about to go out, but how can I help?"

I reminded him about my industrial film production company and that I was looking for a location for a shoot for the following weekend. I had hoped he might know someone in town with a well-equipped exercise room or gym.

He paused when I finished, and I figured he was going to give me a polite send off. Mentally checking him off the list, I missed his answer.

"Sorry. The connection dropped for a sec. Did I hear you say you might have something at your company?"

"Yeah. We've got a professional fitness center at corporate. I don't know specifics about our policies, but why don't you call the office on Monday and talk to Selena Dreyfuss—she's head of facilities. You need the number? I'll send her a note right now to let her know you'll be calling. Next weekend?"

"Shoot, Monty. That's way more than I was expecting. I'll let you know what comes of it. Thanks a million."

Monday. That was leaving it to the last minute…too many possible ways for that to go bad. But it sounded like a dream. I hung up and went to the corporate website for Montrose Enterprises, Inc. and tooled around their careers section, hoping they made hay about their facilities. I was teased by a postage stamp image of a workout room, but the verbiage told me what I needed to know: a full complement of gym, group exercise, lockers and showers. Plan A, if I could cut the deal with Selena. I spent the rest of the afternoon pursuing Plan B.

It was past dinner by the time I'd exhausted my options. I ordered take-out and fazed out in front of a stupid movie, thinking back to those two cunts from earlier in the day. I kept my notebook close; no telling when ideas for the weekend would pop up.

*-*-*-*

"Hey, Mac. Wassup?" Sunday. I'd been up for a few hours, putting my notes into a set of directions, camera angles and lighting.

"I need to find a place for some of the crew. Can they crash at your place?"

It was a classic Mac move. Trying to save nickels wherever. I wiped my face and thought about it. I had beds for at most four, with the couches and getting creative, eight max. "Maybe for you, buddy. Sorry." Last time he'd done it to me, I had to spend 100s on a cleaning service. And even though I had two willing cleaning girls, Mac didn't need to know that.

"Hmmm." I could tell he was annoyed, but I had too much going on to house his crew. "Sure. Whatever. You have any suggestions? I've got 12 coming in, four found friends and family."

I thought about using Robbie's place and kept my mouth shut. Too much risk as it was. "I'll ask around, but things being what they've been, I haven't been keeping tabs on rooms."

He grunted. "You got the paperwork?"

I told him everything was ready for signatures and mentioned I had leads on several venues, but nothing final there. "We can always do it in the park…"

"I'm not prepared to do exteriors—can't afford it," he interrupted, "so let me know asap if that's going to be a problem. You got a treatment for me?"

"Shit. Didn't I send that over yet? Yeah. I've got three different ideas. Coming your way now. I've been working through the angles on the one I think makes most sense but let me know what you think. I can change any of it at this point." I couldn't really, but if I had to pull an all-nighter, so be it.

More grunts. "Okay. We'll need help on the catering—let me know who to call and I'll take it from there."

"No worries. Standard list of folks. I'll need to get to the rental group by Tuesday, latest, for finals, but the basics are the same for whatever way you want to go. Let me know as soon as you see the outlines."

We made whatever passed for small talk before hanging up. Ten minutes later I got a text confirming the approach I had figured was the one.

And then, for whatever reason, it struck me that we were really doing this thing next weekend and I didn't have nearly enough ready. I brewed a pot and got down to business, putting all of the details together and working through the logistics. Bleary, I took a moment to study Robbie in her room and got hard thinking about how that gorgeous cunt was going to perform in a few days. I fired up a mission and watched her jerk away from whatever she was doing on the computer. "You're paperwork is ready. Need you to get those signed by Tuesday, after work."

I watched her shake her head. She never remembered I could see her, or maybe she'd just stopped caring. I got a response and took stock of where I was at. I couldn't face any more work, even though there was more to do than I had time.

I took a shower, hoping it would clear my head, and when that wasn't enough took a long walk through the preserve. The afternoon was warm, and I finally started feeling human enough to face the mountain of shit still to do.

*-*-*-*

The vehicles started arriving Thursday morning. Trucks with trailers, vans and the odd beat up compact. None of them looked like they belonged in the neighborhood. Not that I cared what the neighbors thought. I was running a legit business and there wasn't a law against having cars parked on the street.

Phyl and Bob waved as they left, the first of Mac's crew arriving. I kept my face straight as they drove away, the week's events distracting me from the non-stop flow of crew and gear.

Both cunts had signed their paperwork. Check. The memory of Robbie kneeling to give me head when she picked up her copies sent a pulse through my dick. Fucking amazing. And Tuesday. When Phyl had come by to give me the details of their trip, Robbie practically getting busted and recovering, barely, before her mother suspected anything. But having her spread her ass wide open in the kitchen, after Phyl had left, and shoving the next plug into her had started an entirely new thread of possibilities for the weekend.

Monty's facilities chief, Selena had come through with a minimal fee for security. We'd negotiated being left completely undisturbed; an industrial film for a non-disclosed client that demanded secrecy. She understood. Not too different from MEI, I figured.

And then the two coming over today for their scripts and first walk-throughs. Mac wasn't scheduled to arrive for a few hours, which was fine by me. I needed time with the crew before he brought his particular brand of management into the room.

But when Robbie showed up before lunch, I was confused.

"What's up?" I stared at her trying to stay out of the way of the guys coming and going, keeping her cleaning supplies close to her feet.

"I, uh," she kept looking around, her eyes getting rounder at all the guys, "couldn't…don't need to be at school. I…took the day off and tomorrow…I…" She licked her lips, and I could see she was starting to get the picture of what was in store.

"Well, you're early, so try to stay out of the way." I was annoyed. She would be a distraction, but as she went upstairs, I reconsidered. Maybe it would help her get over her jitters.

"Guys! Listen up!" I had moved into the kitchen. The crew leads were hanging around the nook. "You've all gotten a copy of the script." Nods and eyes going down to their notebooks. "Mac'll be here in a couple of hours. We've got the location for about 48 hours, starting 1st thing tomorrow. You can see the photographs at the back of your notebooks. Our agreement is broom swept clean, so let's keep this thing professional, yeah?" We actually had it for 60 hours, but if we could get the shoot done on Saturday, and clean up on Sunday, I'd prefer that to doing an all nighter. "We wanted to get you all together today, answer questions, review what we've got and do any last-minute prep or purchases before we head out 1st thing. Any questions so far?"

"Separate entrances or just the front?"

That one from Gill. A great PC. I knew he was already thinking logistics; he'd probably mapped out how the crews were going to park, get in, get out. I smiled. "There's a floor plan of the facility in the back. We have a service entrance, but it's a long haul and security is pretty tight, so the owners are okay with us using the front. If you can figure out how to…" All eyes turned and I stopped to see what they were looking at. "Ahh. Yes. One of the stars of our show. Come on in, Robbie. Meet the crew leads."

She had the trainer on, her pubes barely visible through the fabric panel, the dildo making a bump between her legs. She quickly presented; her breasts pushed forward as the crew went around giving her their names. As if she'd remember any of them. Or maybe she would; who could say?

"Alright cunt. Since you're here, get that thing off you and cleaned up before you do your rounds." So quick, so red! Her face blushed even as she pulled the Climactron™ down her legs, the dildo slick and shiny, her cunt drooling. Quickly pulling it up to her lips she sucked it clean, her eyes closed, keeping her legs spread open. So sweet. So obedient. "When you're finished with that, you can start in here. Guys, let's keep going around the circle. Next question?"

We got through the questions, each of them making notes, keeping their eyes glancing between Robbie and their notebooks. In spite of her distraction, they'd found a lot of places for improvement, or where I hadn't had time to think about the details. For her part, she couldn't keep herself from staring at the table, her tongue darting between her lips, her hunger so obvious. What a fucking cum slut! I didn't know who Mac was bringing for the male leads, but I'd hoped I had made it clear how hungry she would be.

The doorbell rang, interrupting us for a half-second, and I heard someone answer it. Looking up at the kitchen entrance, Laura appeared. I shook my head, raising my eyebrows when Robbie looked over to see who it was. She just shrugged slightly, as if it was my idea Laura was here. Fucking cunts. Whatever. They'd just as soon get into the swing of things.

"Team, this is the second talent for the weekend. Twat," I motioned for her to strip, and didn't she just jump to it like she was built for it. "You can put your clothes upstairs with Cunt's and then help her clean. There's no reason for either of you to be here this early, and you, twat, not at all. Did Cunt tell you to come over?" Laura's face reddened as she scooped up her clothes.

"No Sir. I was too nervous sitting around. I'm sorry Sir! I'll make sure to stay out of the way." She turned to leave, her ass raising a few comments from the crew. At least she'd learned enough to speak loudly. "Whatever. When you've put your clothes away, you and cunt can go clean the living room."

We went over the production for a while longer until there wasn't much more the leads could do. It was time to get everyone together before Mac got here. I love the guy like a brother, but his energy can create chaos just as easily as amping things up, so I wanted as many questions out of the way as I could before he showed up.

"Hey." The two cunts had started up the stairs. "Down here. We need to do formal introductions." They were already covered in sweat, and I could see Robbie's cunt was swollen and red. Well, if she's going to come early, this is what she was going to get.

The living room was pretty crowded. Mac had said he needed room for twelve, but there were twice as many as that. Fucking hell. Whatever. I knew what my contract read. If he was picking up the bill for the extras, who was I to argue? As long as it made things go quicker. I pointed to a corner and had one of the guys setup the camera, confirming the record light was on before I started.

"If you haven't met the stars of our production, meet Twat and Cunt." The two were presenting nicely in front of the TV. "They'll be keeping house, so if you want them to be ready for the weekend, please pick up after yourselves and don't make it any worse for them than it needs to be." Looking at the crew's faces, I could see who was new and who was seasoned. "And, as usual, no fucking around. Mac and I have got specific plans this weekend and we need these sluts in good shape. This one," I looked at Robbie, "is a fucking bona-fide cum-slut. She knows enough to keep her eyes on the floor, so you might not notice, but rest assured she's checked out every one of you sporting a dick and has been hoping she can get a taste of you. Let me assure you that's not going to happen." I stopped and looked at the crew again, seeing nods and averted eyes, a few of the women showing interest. Hmmmm. I had the troublemakers tagged. "Both of these cunts have papers and we're going to keep it that way. Anybody here not have papers?"

As I expected, the veterans were prepared, the newbies, the possible troublemakers, not. I sighed. "So, you, you and you. Who's your lead?" I nodded to Tim, the lighting crew lead, letting him know it was on him. I'd worked with him before; he knew what would happen if he let anyone of his guys fuck up. "No. Fucking. Around."

I turned back to Laura. "And the other one…well, the other one we're still working out the details. The two of them make a pretty fucking good team, cuz they're both athletes. Let me give you a taste of what we've been thinking; you've been reading the script, but they can do a better job demonstrating."

"Camel, cunt." I whispered in Robbie's ear. So nice to see her turn beet red, but she only hesitated for a second before dropping to her knees and spreading herself open.

"Okay, twat," I whispered to Laura, still a little pissed they were both here. "Here's your debut for the show. Get cunt's mouth against you and show them what a little cuntslurper she can be." Damn if she didn't bat her eyelashes at me, and without missing a beat, pressed her thighs around Robbie's ears.

I saw a couple of guys take their phones out, capturing BTS shit. "Hey! Nope. None of that. Phones down. Check your contracts. I see that again, you're out. Got it?" A bunch of eyes looking around, and I looked back at Tim. "Keep your crew in line, Tim." I looked at the two cunts; Laura was panting and grunting, and looked back at the little red light on the camera in the back.

"You can't cum, twat. Got it?"

Her eyes shot open, and she looked a little scared, but nodded, eventually tapping Robbie's head and unpeeling herself.

I was about to clear everyone out when Mac pounded on the door. I knew it was Mac, because he always did that. Half the crew and the two cunts almost leapt through the ceiling, probably thinking it was the cops, or who the fuck knows? But I knew it was just Mac. He'd been doing this for years.

"Hey dude! You made it in early!" He wrapped me in his trademark bear hug, something I actually looked forward to.

"Phil, Phil, Phil. You haven't changed a bit." He pulled back and stared over my shoulder to the living room. "Nice to see everyone has shown up on time." I could see he'd landed on the two cunts. "Nice. I didn't know the talent would be here. My guys aren't coming until tomorrow…" He laughed at his own joke, while we walked to the kitchen. I pulled out a cold platter and some drinks as I brought him up to speed.

"What'd you work out for the location?" Mac was building a Dagwood.

"It's a private gym, part of a neighbor's corporate HQ. He's been generous enough to let us have it for the cost of security. It's got everything we need, if a little tight, but we'll manage. We've got it until Sunday, 6PM. I'd like us out of there by noon, if possible."

He nodded, settling heavily into a chair with his lunch. "Sounds fine. Good work. Releases?" He took a bite, staring out the window to the backyard.

We walked through the checklist. There were lots of open details, but the big stuff was locked down: insurance, releases, finances.

"She ready?" Mac took a long draw from a soda.

I nodded. "She knows. She knows what's expected of her. Is she ready? Fuck if I know. This will be her first time, so it's a crap shoot." I made sure he understood. We only had one chance at a first time, and he knew it.

"Okay, okay. I hear ya. We'll break her in slowly. What about the other one? She looks pretty tasty."

I could see the gears turning. "Yeah. Hmm. I've got other plans for her. She's…hmmm." An idea popped into my head. "You want to play?" I waited for him to look at me, his expression waiting. "They're pretty competitive." He nodded. "Which I guess goes without saying…"

"And yet you seemed to need to say it…?"

I laughed. "Yeah. It just occurred to me. You want to get to the cumslut…you go through the other one." I let that hang for a second watching him nod. "But, Mac, I'm representing both of 'em. Standard schedule, with bumps for any hazards, yeah? She's got a lot of potential, so let's not fuck this up."

He raised his eyebrows, as if insulted.

"I'm serious. What you do with the other one is…erm…let's just say I'm less concerned. I think she's into it for other reasons. But Robbie? We start slow and work her into it. I've got her in training to prep her for this summer. This," I waved my hands toward the living room, "is her first…so let's not make it a goat rodeo, yeah?"

He grunted and twisted his lips, his eyes gleaming. "That's fine. She's a little skinny for my taste anyway. But that other one has a bit more meat on the bones." He flashed his teeth, bright white, and I smiled back.

"Alright, let's take a look at the plans before those guys get back in here." I laid out the papers and walked him through the approach: parking lot, entrances, security, working into the site itself. He nodded at the camera positions, asked about the ceiling height, noted the mirrors. "You got screens or somethin'?"

"I do. But I'd prefer not to use them. We'll just be super-careful with the sight lines. I mean, it's a fucking gym, so there's fucking mirrors everywhere. But Jimmie is up for it." I nodded at a packet off to the side. "You should see his redlines." Mac grunted again and turned back to the script.

"We're getting three pieces out of this, right? That still the deal?"

I nodded. "Three one-hours, plus 10 teasers. Your guy good?"

He nodded, his eyes looking out the window. "Yeah. He's good. Depending."

I nodded. "It'll be fucking great, Mac. You saw them. I hope your guys are up to the task. I mean, those cunts are in top shape."

His laugh was loud, his head thrown back. "Oh, yeah. They'll be up for it. They'll keep 'em on their toes."