Arlene was in trouble. She had walked into the wrong locker room and stumbled upon three naked, African-American men. They interrupted their light banter to glare at the intruder. Arlene tugged at her skirt, suddenly conscious of how short it was, and she felt vulnerable.
The men walked over to her, and she remained frozen in fear, unable to move. She saw their gigantic penises flop and sway from side to side as they strode, and she thought of her parents' grandfather clock with the swinging pendulum. Something bad was about to occur, but these were the biggest cocks she had ever seen. They were the size of her arm! Her cunt tingled, a mix of fear and arousal. One man picked her up and gently placed her on the bench. He removed her panties and began to lick her cunt. The other two men stood over her and rubbed their cocks against her face, smearing it with their sweat. How did she get herself into this predicament?
A big black cock was ramming her cunt, and it felt good. How can something this bad feel so good? It was reaching places that no previous penis had ever penetrated. That big fucking, black cock, stretching her tight pussy; it snapped back like a rubber band each time, hugging the stiff shaft. She writhed both in agony and in pleasure. A black man had penetrated her vagina, trying to satisfy his primal sexual urges in animal-lust frenzy. No time to think about it, for two aroused penises were hovering over her face, and she flinched as the enormous specimens of male appenditure unloaded rivers of cum over her, drenching every pore.
Arlene woke in a start, drenched in sweat. She looked over at the sleeping figure of Jane and remembered where she was. The dream seemed so real, she thought.
****
After Arlene the next interview seemed anticlimactic. It was Ellie who had the encounter with Arlene in the outer office, but by the time she came out it had been forgotten. Her biggest selling points were that she was British and that she had appeared in several CFNM videos shot over there. She was what was known in England as a glamour model, and had come to Los Angeles to take a crack at the American market; she had some work lined up but could use more, so when someone showed her the ad, so she applied.
Ellie was twenty-six but looked older, partly because she had a very conservative look about her. Her blonde hair did not look natural, and Herman was determined to find out. She was five foot three, but looked shorter, because her legs didn't stand out. And they should have, because she wore an extremely short, black skirt. The problem, as Herman saw it, was that the skirt was styled and cut in a way that limited the upskirt potential. The skirt didn't look sexy on her either - it was designed for a woman with legs, and besides, it was the kind of skirt a teenager would wear. Herman found it inappropriate, even more so after she sat down, crossed her legs...and nothing; no upskirt.
Jane had fewer reservations. She saw a bleached blonde with a good rack and a reasonably attractive face. She looked cheap, but she might be the skank they were looking for.
"What do you like most about CFNM," Jane asked?
"The cum," she replied. "I love it when they cum."
Right then Dan entered the room. "Sorry I'm late," he said. "Traffic."
"Well, take off your clothes, dumbass. Let's go. A rule around here," she said to Ellie, "all men have to be naked at all times."
"I was wondering about that." Ellie smiled as she eyeballed Dan. "Wow, okay, you got a big one." It was the way that she said it, more so than the actual words, that put her in good stead; expressed so nonchalantly and, yet, so erotically, with a British accent to boot.
Dan took the compliment in stride, as he was used to it. "Here, Danny boy, sit next to me," said Jane. She was about to say something to Ellie when Herman finally verbalized what had been bothering him.
"Your dress is all wrong for you." He went over to where she sat and played with her hem.
"Fancy a good wank, do ya," she asked? "And such a little knob too, pity."
Herman didn't miss a beat. "No, this is my job. You should wear something tight and clingy, since you're so shapely. Ditch the little girl digs."
"I have a request," said Dan. "Can we have her strip down to her underwear?"
"Oh yeah; there's a scene where you'll be in your undies. Dan's not a perv, like you're thinking, although if you're thinking like I'm thinking, you're probably wondering if this donkey dick is gonna jerk off for us before it's all said and done."
Ellie laughed, and that broke the ice. Still, Herman was even more frustrated when he saw her matching bra and panty combo that were a light shade of blue with white trim, but he decided to hold his tongue. Jane and Dan saw only the body, but the stylist side of him saw bad fashion choices.
"Do you have pubic hair," Herman asked?
"Herman!" Jane turned to Ellie. "It's his subtle way of finding out if you're a real blonde."
Ellie smiled and lowered her panties for a brief second. "I'm bald."
"I love it," said Jane. "The uncertainty will keep him up at night."
Jane had another question. "What will or won't you do?"
"I'll suck, but I won't fuck. And I got no problem with nudity. How's that?"
"That's fine by me," Jane said. "Herman, are you taking notes? Stop staring and start working!"
Herman had a question. "What type of CFNM did you do in England?"
"Oh, it was lovely. In the first one I sucked a dick until he spunked, which was a ten-minute number. In the second one there were four of us, and we wanked a guy until he blasted all over my leg. That was a twenty twenty-minute job."
"That sounds pretty hot," Dan said.
"Speaking of which," said Jane, "the reason I had Dan come is...well, why don't you stand up, Daniel?"
Dan's cock was semi-hard when he first rose from his chair. But as he faced Ellie it began to harden without any provocation; slowly at first, but once he had risen to about ninety-percent firmness, he shot up like a rocket, reaching maximum erectness in the blink of an eye.
Ellie smiled coyly. As far as she was concerned, rightly or wrongly, Dan's boner was her final exam, and she passed.
"We got a couple of choices," said Jane. "He can jerk-off, or you can jerk him off. If you want Herman to suck him, let me know and I shall command it. Butt fucking, bestiality...I'll get a fucking dog in here, I don't care, anything. Ellie, go for it; it's your call."
Ellie didn't know what to make of this. She had been in some strange situations never before, but nothing this odd. Was there a right or wrong decision? But she was a woman, and Dan had a penis that was like a gift from the heavens, so she went with her natural instinct."
"I'd fancy having a go at him," she said.
"You down with that, Danny boy?"
"I am."
Ellie stood up and Dan approached her. "I don't usually get to work on one of these big ones," she said, as she ran her hand along the length of his mighty rod.
"We've got bigger; Dan's a mid-range model."
"A high-end, mid-range model," interjected Herman.
"What?" Ellie looked at Herman. "I never figured you for a nancy-boy, but I'm not sharing it, if that's what you're after."
Jane cracked up. Herman needed to be put in his place.
"Ooh," cooed Ellie, "I can feel his cum working it's way up the tube." Dan spread his legs a little wider to better balance himself. Ellie had a big smile as she fondled and pulled on his dong. She moved her hand quickly, in round circular motions, creating a lot of friction. She genuinely liked giving hand jobs. She liked sucking too, as well as fucking, but she didn't want to do the latter in front of a camera. Bad for the career, she thought.
"I'm getting close," Dan announced, which made Ellie stroke even harder. She switched things up and moved her hand right under his cock-head, lifting upwards in short strokes, in an attempt to coax out the semen.
"Herman, you want a cum bath?" After the earlier incident with the computer monitor he wasn't about to say no, so he scooted over and knelt in front of Dan, whose face reflected the fact that he was in the throes of sublime pleasure.
Ellie placed her other hands under his balls. "Come-on luv, don't disappoint us, splatter the boy's face."
"Uh...uh, I'm getting close," he panted. "So close...keep doing it...oh yeah, oh yeah...AARGH!"
A steady flow of white fluid kept ejecting, causing Ellie to shriek with joy. She imagined a cowgirl riding a bucking bronco by the way she had to use force on the bouncing, unruly, penis to keep it under control and aimed at Herman. Perhaps half of Dan's semen reached its target, while the remainder landed on the floor, and Ellie's hand got a good coating of thick, gooey, love juice.
"What a cummer," she exclaimed!"
"Dan, what did you have for breakfast," asked Jane?
"Yogurt."
"There's your answer. You want a man to squirt, you better feed him yogurt."
"Remember" said Herman, as she was preparing to leave. "Tight and clingy."
"Don't forget to wipe the spunk from your face," she replied, as she headed for the door.
"We're doing good," said Jane. "Two for two; one skank and one slut. All we need now is sexy."
"What's the difference between skank and slut," Dan asked?
"A slut is someone you really want to fuck, a skank is someone you're willing to settle for if you can't find anyone better."
****
"We need to go shopping," Jane said, when they woke that morning. That was after they had showered together. They were still doing the touchy-feely thing, but reality had set in. Arlene liked Jane and looked up to her. She knew she was out of her league, but if it didn't bother Jane then it didn't bother her. Arlene had fantasies that would probably never be realized, but Jane was living hers out in plain sight, and their fantasies were very similar. That was the amazing part about their relationship; that they both subscribed to the 'boner and miniskirt' creed that defined Donkey Productions. But Arlene liked penises more than cunts, and so too did Jane. Although she had conflicting feelings about the younger version of herself - friend or lover - she really cared about Arlene and liked being with her. It wasn't love, but rather an intimate friendship, or friendship-plus, which suited them both. Jane seemed to have lost track of her girlfriends since the formation of Donkey Productions, and she longed once more for female companionship. Arlene saw Jane both as a mentor and as a friend, and maybe even as a casual lover, under the right circumstances.
Their first stop was the bedroom store; then it was off to the retro dress shop in Santa Monica.
