"Rita," said Dan on the intercom.
"Yes, Mr. Carter."
"Ask Lance and Rod to come in, please."
Lance, a tall, blonde, blue-eyed version of Troy Donahue or Tab Hunter and Rod, a muscular man looking much like a shorter version of Arnold Schwarzenegger when he was in his prime, entered his office.
"I have a unique applicant to interview," he said with a laugh. "Do you think that you two can handle her?"
The two men looked up at the closed circuit television screen that showed the waiting room outside Dan's office.
"She's not the big ugly, old one, is she? She looks angry, Dan," said Rod. "I'm going to have to pass on her," said Rod. "My, uhm, back has been hurting lately. I was doing heavy squats when I heard something pop. I'd do her otherwise. You know I would. Give her to Lance."
"No, she's the cute, young blonde sitting in the corner."
"Number 2," asked Lance? "She hot, really hot."
"Nothing gets by you Lance," said Dan. "Yes, number 2 is the next one."
"Definitely, I can handle her," said Rod. "It's a miracle. As soon as I got up to look at the monitor, my back suddenly felt better."
"Yeah, I bet," said Dan. "It's a miracle that I still employ you."
"She's not lesbian is she," asked Lance? "For some reason, lesbians don't like me."
"That's because you're prettier than they are," said Rod.
"Fuck you," said Lance to Rod.
"So," asked Rod, "what's wrong with her?"
"She's a virgin," said Dan with a smug smile.
"She's a virgin," repeated Lance.
"Get the fuck out of here," said Rod. "Do they still make those? I thought they were extinct. No one is a virgin today."
Rod gave Lance a high five.
"Look at her. Take a good look. She looks really young," said Lance, "jailbait young. That explains why she's a virgin. I don't think she's of age, Dan. You need to get her the Hell out of here. You don't want to mess around with that shit, I don't care if she looks like an angel."
"Rita," said Dan.
"Yes, Mr. Carter."
"Send in the next applicant, please.
"Yes, Mr. Carter."
The door opened enough for the cute, young, blonde woman to peek her head inside. She was adorable. Angelic in nature, she looked like she just came to the big city from the farm. With her rosy cheeks, blue eyes, and long blonde hair, butter would melt in her mouth. If you imagine a Swedish woman skiing in the Alps or a Dutch woman sipping coffee in Amsterdam, she is the very vision you'd imagine.
"Come in, don't be shy."
"I'm Dan Carter the Executive Producer and Director," he said standing and walking towards her with his outstretched hand. These handsome gentlemen are two of my actors, Lance Ram and Rod Steel."
"Pleased to meet you," she said holding out her hand and shaking Dan's, Lance's, and Rod's hand. "I'm Robin."
"Such a perfect name for such a beautiful woman," said Lance.
"Thank you," she said with a smile while turning pink with embarrassment.
"If you don't mind me asking you, how old are you?"
"I'm eighteen."
"You look thirteen," said Rod. "I hope to God you really are eighteen. I love the young, innocent look," he said with a bit of drool present on his lip. "The camera will love you."
"May I see some identification, a driver's license?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Today is your eighteenth birthday," said Dan passing off her license for Lance and Rod to examine.
"It looks legitimate to me, Boss," said Lance.
"Yeah, it even has the hologram and the photo doesn't appear to be altered. It's real," said Rod handing the license back to the young, woman.
"Well, Happy Birthday, Robin," said Dan.
"Thank you."
"Happy Birthday," said Lance giving her a peck on the lips.
"Happy Birthday," said Rod French kissing her while reaching his hand around to squeeze her ripe ass and ending his molestation of her by feeling her A cup tit.
"That was totally rude, Dude," whispered Lance to Rod. "What the Hell is wrong with you? I think your steroids have gone to your brain."
"If you think that's rude, wait to you see what I do to her in a few minutes," Rod whispered back to Lance.
"It says here that you're a virgin."
"Yes, Sir."
"You've never had sexual intercourse?"
"Sexual intercourse?"
"Yes," said Dan.
To hear her say those words was like hearing a Sunday School Teacher say something totally appropriate.
"Do you mean allowing a man to stick his erect penis in my wet pussy while he humps me and I hump him back until he ejaculates his load of cum in a condom or in my pussy?" She so very was delightful in her explanation of the sexual act.
"Well, yes, I guess that's what I mean by sexual intercourse. Only the way you say it paints a much better graphic image of the sex act than I did by merely mentioning sexual intercourse and, somehow hearing it drip from your lips, it doesn't sound dirty," he said reaching down to adjust his erection. "So, you didn't answer my question. Have you had sexual intercourse?"
"No, Sir, I've never had sexual intercourse."
"Have you ever given a blowjob?"
"A blowjob?"
"Yes," said Dan.
Again, hearing her repeat the word blowjob sounded so innocent coming from her, yet arousing at the same time.
"Do you mean allowing a man to stick his big, hairy cock in my mouth, tightening my lips around it, and sucking it while stroking him with my little hand? Do you mean giving him a blowjob by swirling my tongue around the head of his cock until he shoots a warm, gooey load of cum in my mouth and down my throat before licking him clean?"
Rod and Lance just looked at her with their tongues hanging out of their mouths and their pants tented.
"Well, yes, I guess that's what I mean by a blowjob. Again you do wonderfully well describing the sexual act of giving a blowjob. So, again, you didn't answer my question. Have you given a blowjob?"
"No, Sir, I've never given one of those."