Hi Guys,
Here's a little story I dreamed up one day. It's nothing like my other submissions - more sex less talk!
I'll probably post three or four part's to this story as inspiration strikes me. I do sense that there will be more character (and relationship) developing later on.
This story contains gay male sex so if that isn't your thing don't say you haven't been warned.
As always, feedback and comments are welcome.
-Leora
Kat Micheals walked through the wide double doors with a sense of purpose, her high- heeled boots clicking loudly on the tiled floor. It was her first day at a new temp posting and she was excited. She knew that this time she wouldn't be surrounded by boring corporate types. Nope. More like hot, hard-bodied men.
She'd been posted to the job of admin assistant at a gay porn production house called "Rough and Randy Studios." She'd been told that the name was inspired by the two founders, ex-performers themselves, whose porn names had been 'Rough Trade' and 'Randy Saddle.' She'd checked out the website before setting out today—for research of course. She hadn't been able to see any of the films, you needed a membership to do that but she'd seen enough to know that the guys that worked with them were hot. Really hot.
So, yeah, she felt confident the job would be anything but boring which was more than she could say for most of her postings.
She'd been surprised to get the call at first but, upon reflection, she supposed that even porn websites needed someone to answer the phone and file tax forms. She knew some of the other temps at her firm would have balked at the job but she was actually excited. She'd never been one to turn down an adventure and her life wasn't exactly mainstream as it was. The reason she worked temp jobs was so she had the time and flexibility to pursue her real love—writing erotica.
In fact, she considered this posting to be ideal, she was pretty sure she'd find plenty of inspiration for her writing at "Rough and Randy." She'd never really written any male-male erotica but that was mostly because she was afraid she'd fuck it up. She prided herself on her stories being raw, gritty and real and so she usually stuck to scenarios that she herself had indulged in or at least seen someone else indulge in first hand. Given her voracious sexual appetite and lack of inhibition that hadn't limited her much thus far.
She had a feeling this job would open up a whole new world...
When she arrived at Suite 304 she buzzed the intercom.
"Yes," a male voice said.
"Hi, I'm Kat, I'm the new admin assistant," she said.
"Right, c'mon in."
The doors buzzed and she swung them open.
The main room was large and modern looking, with white walls, an abstract print rug on the floor and a small waiting area with two oversized black armchairs and a small coffee table stacked with—you guessed it—porn. The desk at which she presumed she'd be working sat towards the back of the room and was mainly occupied by two large flat screen monitors.
A rake thin man with bleach blond hair, several diamond studs in his ears and a skin-tight aqua T-shirt walked towards her, hand outstretched, "Kat! So nice to meet you. Welcome to 'Rough and Randy', I'm Randy," he said.
"Hi Randy, I'm excited to be here! So, I assume this is where all the magic happens," she said, gesturing to the desk.
"Well, technically, all the real magic happens in there," Randy laughed, pointing to a set of doors off to the left side of the room.
"Right!" Kat laughed easily.
"Gloria, who you'll be replacing while she's on her mat leave, should be here in a minute, she'll run through all the details of the system for you, it's mostly routine stuff that I'm sure you're pretty familiar with though we do have a new security monitoring system and we'll be asking you to keep a tab on that while you're here."
At Kat's look of consternation, Randy squeezed her arm, "Oh, don't worry honey, we have actual security guards downstairs, you need to these days, it's just that we like to have a few sets of eyes on the monitors. If you see anything that concerns you we have a call button."
"Okay, cool, cause I'm not really dressed for the whole crime fighting thing," she said, gesturing to her tight pencil skirt and low cut polka dot blouse.
Kat spent the next hour with Gloria, who'd rushed in out of breath and extremely pregnant a few minutes after she'd finished speaking with Randy, going over the ropes.
"This monitor here is just for the security cameras, you don't really need to keep too much of an eye on it, I never did. Rough's just really security conscious. I should warn you though it covers the whole system, like everything," Gloria said motioning to the next room. "I do hope you aren't bothered by that. I just tried not to look too close, y'know, the stuff those guys get up to..." she said with an uncomfortable laugh.
Kat nodded her head. She was trying to figure out how Gloria, who seemed, well, pretty conservative had landed this gig.
After Gloria left Kat sat down at her new desk. It was just past 10 am. She stretched out her legs, logged onto the system and started going through some of the paperwork that had built up in the last few days as Gloria prepared to leave.
About an hour later, the door buzzed.
Gloria had also informed her that part of her job was to buzz people in. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to tell who had a right to be here and who didn't being so new to the company.
Maybe she could get them to drop their pants for the camera? Kat mused. Only those with 8 inches or more get in?
She laughed to herself as she pushed the intercom button.
"Hello?," she said, looking at the monitor, which had zoomed in on the tiny picture of the doorway when she'd pressed the button—ah technology!
An extremely well groomed, lightly tanned, muscled man with a silver bar through one ear and a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm stared back at her. He was the very picture of a porn star—in a hot way.
Well, hello! Kat thought excitedly.
"Hey, It's Jordan," he said, clearly expecting her to recognize him by first name alone.
Well, sure, sounds good Jordan, judging by the fit of those jeans you'd pass my test anyway, Kat thought, already enjoying her first day at work.
"C'mon in," she said, pushing the buzzer.
The door opened and he walked in. He looked slightly taken aback when he spotted her behind the desk. "Oh hey, I guess you're the new girl. I forgot Gloria was leaving us today," he said absently.
"Hi, I'm Kat, you must be Jordan," she said playfully, leaning against the desk. He ignored her seductive pose completely.
Right, she reminded herself *gay* porn, Kat. Gay being the key word.
She felt a bit foolish.
"Nice to meet you," he said, shaking her hand. "Is Randy in the production room?"
She nodded her head then admired the rear view as he walked away.
Kat sighed.
She only had a moment to collect herself before the door buzzed again.
Oh goodie, another one! She grinned.
"Hello?," she said, eyeing the screen. This time it was a dark skinned man in a tight blue tank top and low-slung jeans. His hair was cut short all over and his skin glowed. Faint stubble darkened his jaw line. He was deliciously manly.
Thank god for HD video.
