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It's not as if I was happy to have spent thousands of dollars on film school only to end up as the assistant of the director of porn movies, but the job market being what it was, I was happy just to have a job. Still, Michael Spunk had proven to be a likeable boss, and, a year out of college, I was in no hurry to go looking for another job.
Part of my fascination with this job is getting to watch people have sex. Growing up in a conservative Japanese family, I was pretty sheltered, and even after I moved to the United States for college, I kept pretty much to myself. That is to say, I'm still a virgin.
It isn't that I don't want to have sex or that I'm afraid of it; really, I've become somewhat obsessed with it since I started working with Michael. But I'm still very shy, and I don't know how to get sex, I suppose you could say.
I have become friends recently with one of Michael's favorite actresses, Sadira Odell (known on-screen as Tiffany Velvet), and it was during pre-production of their latest joint venture (an interesting take on Forster's "A Room With a View") that I confessed my innocence to her.
Somewhat shocked, Sadira immediately took it upon herself to help me find a man with whom I could "explore my sexuality," as she put it. After listing several of her friends and colleagues, she got that inspired gleam about her that seems to accompany all of her brilliant ideas.
"Just leave it to me," she grinned.
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Sadira's costar in her current production was Reed Black (whose real name was Aubrey Covington, but whom everyone called Brey), an excessively attractive Englishman I had developed a crush on as soon as I saw him. He only stood about 5'9", and was slim, fair, and freckled. He wasn't overly well endowed, and yet had somehow found a good deal of success in his chosen field (it must have been the accent).
He had also found success among his coworkers, and his comparatively good manners led the actresses to recommend him to casting directors. He would even take the time to ask how I was, and hardly anyone even notices me. This would be their first time working together, and I knew that Sadira was as excited about working with him as I was.
So when Sadira invited me over to help out with a private rehearsal in her apartment, I was a little nervous. It would just be the three of us, and something told me this was part of her plan to get me laid.
I didn't bother worrying about what to wear, as I knew that she would insist on a wardrobe change as soon as I got there anyway, so I ran out the door in jeans and a tee shirt and, fifteen minutes later, knocked on Sadira's door.
She opened the door in a black lace bustier, a matching thong, black thigh-highs, and 5" black heels.
"Hey, Sadie," I murmured, waiting for her to let me in.
"That's what you're wearing?" she said, rolling her eyes. "Let me get this straight. I set this thing up so that you can get laid, and this is what you wear? No wonder you're a virgin."
"Can I come in?" She stood aside, shutting the door behind me. "I knew you'd make me change, so I didn't worry about it," I told her.
"Well, let's see what I have," she said. "On the other hand, this might be a good thing. You can put your clothes on over what I give you, and he won't know what's going on..." I could see her mind ticking as she pulled open the closet in the guest bedroom. "This is my lingerie closet," she told me, and sure enough, the enormous closet was jammed full of lingerie.
"Wow," I said, gaping.
"Let's see, I'm doing black, so we'll have to pick another color for you." she began sorting through a rack of corsets, pulling out a burgundy, a light pink, a lavender, and a bright red one. "Try these on," she said. "Any will be fine, but I think the red would look best against your skin."
I pulled my shirt off self consciously, knowing she was scrutinizing my body. Following her advice, I pulled the red satin corset on, fastening it as quickly as I could.
"You're hot, Miya, you know that?" Sadira said. "Yes, the red will do. Now for accessories..." She pulled out matching crotchless panties, black thigh highs, tall, black leather boots, and a black leather miniskirt.
"He's going to know something's up when he sees me in this," I warned.
"Never mind that," she grinned. "I can't let that body go to waste. Besides, when he sees you in that, he won't be able to think well enough to ask why the change!"
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