Jonis Next Job Ch 12

CHAPTER 12: CLUB PROMOTION VIDEO

Sandy and I were just coming out of the restroom where we had shared a quick clean-up shower. My hair was still wet. Terrell had managed to overshoot my face into my hair when he climaxed, the result of sucking him while being fucked by Abe. It wasn't the first time and certainly wouldn't be the last. As time has gone on with the guys in the office, Sandy and I both have noticed that at times they like to cum on us. We leave it alone while we are actively being fucked but shower when the activity stops and our dedication to work resumes.

"Who are they?" Sandy asked me. We were both still naked after the shower. Our clothes were on our desks where they were dropped when the guys stripped us. Our desks were side-by-side in the middle of the seven cubicles that made up the bull-pen. The office consisted of the seven guys occupying the bull-pen cubicles and our boss, Jason. Eight guys, all black, and all with big cocks. Then there is Sandy and me, the Office Services Specialists. That was our fancy title. That meant we were available for free-use sexually within the office. Jason and I were involved in a personal relationship that now had me living with him but that in no way interfered with my role in the office. He understood my needs and, the wonderful man he was, wanted me to be happy.

As we stood naked just outside the customized restroom with shower and lighting for our make-up needs, we saw two black men approaching Jason's office. They both stopped at seeing us exit the restroom naked. They waved and I waved back.

"Their names are Sam Murphy and Keith Dutton," I replied. It was rare to have anyone besides our office staff appear unannounced and confidently approach Jason's office. Sandy gave me a look. You know the look ... so, who the are they? "Sam Murphy is president of Ebony Clubs. Keith Dutton is president of Blackened Entertainment."

"Wait ... what?" Sandy stammered. The sudden appearance of two men in the office while we were naked threw Sandy off a bit. While I continued calmly walking to our desks, Sandy seemed frozen for a moment before rushing to join me. I was already stepping into the skirt I had been wearing before it was removed from me, a micro, pleated skirt that covered almost nothing. Sandy, now mostly recovered was pulling up her own skirt, one that was equally short.

I turned to Sandy while holding the thin tank top that was so tight on me it was like a second skin and showed every feature of my nipples. That was the intent, of course. "Yes, the very Ebony Clubs where I found you trolling for black cock and that Jason has a partnership share in. And, yes, before you ask, Blackened is the porn studio Jason is also a partner in."

"What are they doing here?" Sandy wondered out loud. Or, maybe she really did think I knew. I didn't. But we were soon to find out when Jason appeared at his door a few minutes later and motioned for both of us to come to his office.

By that time we were both fully dressed. As fully as we are in the office. I entered the office with Sandy trailing behind nervous and uncertain. Sandy knew the Ebony Club was a place to find sex if you wanted it. And, well ... Blackened was sex. I, of course, knew both men well enough from earlier times in the office when they had offices here.

As I entered the office, I walked right up to Sam Murphy who was closest and right into his open arms. We kissed ... not a welcoming, nice kiss, but a kiss of desire barely beneath the surface. His hand was soon under my skirt on my bare butt and my body pulled tightly against his. I greeted Keith Dutton similarly.

"Gentlemen," I began while turning to Sandy, "meet Sandy who assists me with various office tasks including Office Services Specialist." Sandy gasped at the disclosure but the way she was dressed left little doubt of her role, too. I pulled her forward and both men greeted her with the same familiarity and intimacy as they did with me.

Sandy was visibly flushed and Jason was chuckling. "Sorry, Sandy. Both Keith and Sam had offices here when Joni started. They are very aware of what happens here."

Keith offered, "Yes, those were interesting days. We understood Jason's thinking about more office space for expansion but it was tough on Sam and I to give up those offices."

"Even if we weren't here that much," Sam added, "when we were it was fun." He then added, "So, when we were here, Joni was without underwear ... true for you, Sandy?"

Sandy had recovered and was beginning to be her usual flirt. She raised her tiny skirt to expose her bare pussy. The men nodded with appreciation.

Jason addressed us, "Girls, I know you just got dressed but why not take those clothes off. Sam and Keith have an interesting idea they are working on and you two might also find it interesting."

We had moved to the side of Jason's desk where we could see Jason and the other two. I looked at Sandy and shrugged. She responded the same and both of us were pulling our tops off and letting our skirts drop the our feet. Two tops and micro-skirts were dropped on Jason's desktop. We stood naked again except for our heels. After the shower, we neglected to put the stockings back on.

As if to give us some support, Jason came around his desk and sat on the corner, holding both Sandy and I around our waists. These men were new to Sandy and she appeared a bit intimidated so Jason's effort actually did provide comfort for her.

Sam began by saying he had been interested in updating the club's social media and website profile with photos and short videos. The more he thought about it and discussed it with his staff at both sites, the more he wanted something professional and making a strong hint at the black/white theme and the heavy sexual undertones of the club. He studied me and I wondered if he somehow knew about my encounter with Jamal or that I had used his club to find Sandy who had trolled the club for black cock experiences.

Keith then jumped in. Sam had approached him about assisting with a photo shoot and videos of patrons partying and dancing. Keith agreed it would be easy to accomplish and one of his directors could certainly set the scope of both for the best effect, especially in presenting the atmosphere for sexual tension in the club. He pushed further, though.

Sam picked it up, again. "That's when I thought of you, Joni. You would be perfect for the theme image: a small, very sexy white woman who would be a striking contrast with a group of big, strong, black guys." After his eyes finished gazing over my entire body ... again ... his attention went to Sandy. "When I checked with Jason, he mentioned that you guys now had two hotties servicing the guys here." His eyes were unflinching as he gazed at our pussies. "Sandy, you are just as hot as Joni. You two would be perfect."

"Perfect for what exactly," I asked.

"A photo shoot of people dancing and partying along with some short video of the same," Sam said. "I see you two mixed in with the crowd who will have consented to their pics being used. You two in outfits like what you wear here to be exact. Pussies and tits flashing. We would have to blur the pussy exposures probably."

Keith had ideas, too. "I agreed but why stop there? That setting would be perfect for a porn black/white video," he bluntly stated. I looked at Jason who smiled back. He was stroking Sandy and me over our backs and butts. Sandy looked a bit nervous.

"How ... what ..." Sandy was stammering.

"What she is trying to say," I offered helpfully, "is how do you manage that with the public there?" I pushed sensing there was a reason we were hearing about it.

Keith laughed. "Two separate shoots," he calmly clarified. "We do the publicity shoot with the public and I hope you two. As Sam said, in those outfits you'd be sending exactly the impression he is looking for: adventurous but not quite too explicit. The other shoot, the porn side, would be after hours. We'd have to use close shots and extras to create the illusion of the active club."

I felt Jason's hand slide between my thighs and stroke my pussy. I glanced to the side and found he was doing the same to Sandy. Sandy was comfortable with whatever Jason did but this was in front of two men she didn't really know and who were talking about shooting a porn video. Jason's caressing of us wasn't lost on the two men.

"I've wanted you in one of my videos for a long time, Joni. Now, with Sandy by your side ... it would be perfect. You two know fucking and sucking BBC. You are both petite and that is a visual turn on for guys when pair with big black men. And, maybe most importantly, you are not jaded by the business."

"Jaded?" Sandy asked nervously.

"Yes, jaded. Most actresses are more intent on acting out an orgasm rather than having one."

Jason slipped a finger between my pussy lips and I assumed by Sandy's reaction that he had to her, too. "I assure you," Jason offered freely, "both of them have the most glorious orgasms."

I excused us to talk. We walked across the bullpen to the conference room still naked. Naked around the guys was no big deal for either of us. Naked after it being suggested that we star in a porn video ... we were both quite aware of our nakedness.

"Is he serious?" Sandy exclaimed.

I nodded. "I think he is. Actually, if you look at it from his perspective, it does make some kind of sense."

"But ... I mean ... what about Jason?" She sounded offended but I could also see the tells of her feelings. Her nipples were hard. And talk about an obvious tell.

"What was Jason doing to you as they talked about it?" I asked.

"He ... he was ... oh." Then she realized. "Jason really wouldn't have a problem with you being in a porn video?"

I put my hands on her shoulders. "Sandy, what do I do everyday? What's a few more guys? Besides, I know Jason. He'll be there for us. We won't be on our own." I looked her in the eyes and confessed. "To be honest, I've wondered about being in a video for a while. You don't have to, though. Even if I were to agree, you wouldn't have to unless you really want to."

She pulled me into her arms and kissed me. Kissed me hard. Kissed me with all the arousal she was feeling from the thought of fucking in a video. Kissed me with all the arousal she had been trying to deny and hide.

We walked back into Jason's office and I was sure they all knew. Nonetheless, we stood in front of the two men after seeing that Jason had taken his chair behind his desk. Sandy stood very close to my side, the backs of our hands touching.

"We'll do it," I answered for both of us. "On the condition," I continued and glancing over my shoulder, "that Jason be with us while it happens. No offense, but Sandy and I would just feel safer." The men smiled. Jason nodded. Hell, I thought, now his girlfriend wouldn't only be an office slut but a porn star, too.

Then, there was an awkward silence in the office. The men sat gazing at our nakedness and Sandy and I stood wondering what else there was. The men didn't move, though, or speak. I nudged Sandy's hand and lean closer to her ear.

"Let's just give them what they want," I suggested. "It's been a while since we had a different cock." Sandy glanced at me and looked back at them. She nodded with a smile.

We moved as if in lock-step. First I glanced back at Jason who simply nodded. Then, Sandy and I stepped forward and leaned into the men to give them desirous kisses which gave them the perfect opportunity for the first time to fondle our hanging breasts. We stayed that way kissing them so they had ample time to fondle us before we moved to our knees before them. Belts and zipper were opened. They raised their hips to allow us to pull their slacks and shorts down to their ankles.

"Ooooo ... okay," I heard Sandy softly exclaim at finding the big cock I already knew would be found.

I began kissing and licking Keith's cock as Sandy did the same to Sam. Sandy turned her head to me while licking the head of the cock at her mouth. I gave her a smile and nod without losing contact with my own cock. She smiled back and we opened our mouths and gulped the cock heads deep into our mouths. After a few movements, I had Keith's cock in the top of my throat. From the similar sounds from Sam, I knew Sandy was giving him a similar effort.

With hard cocks in our throats, I again nudged Sandy and we rose nearly in unison. I backed to the edge of Jason's desk and hopped up onto it. Sandy was next to me, our hips touching. I held my upper body up by my elbows and spread my legs but bumped against Sandy. Instead, I pulled my legs toward my chest. Sandy's knees seemed to follow mine.

As Keith maneuvered his cock head to my pussy, I craned my head back as I laid back onto the desktop. Jason was leaning over my head. He gave me a kiss on the lips (upside down) and whisper, "Thank you." I heard Sandy gasp as she was penetrated by Sam. I turned my head toward her to see Jason giving her a kiss, too. She smiled up at him, then at me, then wrapped her legs around Sam with an urgent, "Fuck me". I smiled and mused, an extra cock in our day.

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Since many bars and clubs in the entertainment district of Miami don't close until 5:00 AM, it was just past 3:00 AM when Jason brought Sandy and I to the front entrance of the Miami Ebony Club on Friday night ... well, Saturday morning. I had insisted that Sandy spend the short night with us and also spend the weekend with us after our gangbang video.

We put Sandy between Jason and me but I didn't think her sleep had been much better than mine evidenced by the amount of tossing and turning we both did. Jason promised not to touch either one of us which took a herculean effort according to him. Sandy and I shared the same thought: despite all the cock we enjoy on a daily basis, this seemed quite different. We still didn't know how many men would be involved; this was going to be in front of other people just viewing and recording and positioning mics; and, a big part, the video would be capturing it all and (for a fee) be available to anyone on the internet. Definitely nerves. Definitely nervous excitement.

Sandy looked at me surprised when we approached the main entrance. The street in front was quiet. Anyone wanting to be inside was already in there. But, as we approached the door, she heard a deep, booming voice, "Morning Mr. Tatum. Morning Joni". I stopped and raised myself onto my tiptoes and reached up to hug and kiss Jamal. He was a mountain of black manhood and easily picked me up. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and smothered his mouth with a kiss of passionate memory of our last time together. I introduced Sandy to him and he merely transferred me to his left arm so he could shake her hand. He gave me another quick kiss, "Are you ever going to come to see me, again?" he asked boldly as he put me back on earth.

Jason chuckled, "Joni told me about that, of course. Maybe we can get Sandy to join her next time." Sandy looked confused and nervous all over again.

As we left Jamal at the door, I leaned into Sandy, "You know how big Jason is?" She nodded in a conspiratorial way glancing at Jason. "Jamal is bigger ... and thick." Sandy's mouth opened without a sound. Just like me, Sandy hadn't known BBC could be real before the office and Jason's cock was special for both of us. A cock bigger than his? I imagined what she was thinking.

"Ladies," came the shout that was required in order to be heard over the din of blasting music and nearly a hundred people enjoying themselves. I followed the voice to see Sam Murphy approaching with several other men who did not look as though they had been among those dancing to the heavy bass beat of the music. "You remembered to wear thongs?" he shouted. Any other time that would have caused some embarrassment but given the level of noise I doubted anyone not in our immediate group heard.

I smiled at him and lifted the micro-skirt to display the dark, lace thong. Sandy followed my lead and all the men in the group smiled at our easy display. That was followed by the introduction of five large black men who we were told would be our dance and party partners and later be part of the gangbang. The director explained that he wanted some of the men involved later to be up front in the promotional for continuity. I questioned if the five were all and the director laughed. No, he said, there would be five more arriving later. I looked at Sandy who shrugged and I understood. Ten guys. Our parties at Jason's house were eight guys.

I didn't know if either Sandy or I were great dancers but we had fun doing it. We even did what we thought were erotic dancing for the guys at our parties while they recovered. Once everything was ready for photos and video, it was already pushing 4:00 AM so getting the shots they wanted had to happen soon. Sandy and I enjoyed a drink with the five guys and pics captured everything once we starte flirting. Then, on cue, we were led out onto the dance floor with cameras circling capturing us and others. Soon, the cameras disappeared from my thinking as the dancing heated up. While I was rubbing my body on a guy in front of me, another guy came up behind me and rubbed his crotch into my butt which pressed me more firmly into the one in front. Soon, I felt like an Oreo cookie and I saw Sandy enjoying the same attention.

The guy behind me lifted my nothing skirt and stroked my ass that the thong left exposed. The one in front shifted back a bit and captured my breasts through the thin tank top material. I was being mauled but not penetrated or exposing anything critical.

I was suddenly taken by a third guy and spun around so that I was sure my pleated skirt was waist high. Several variation occurred over the next half hour in the effort to expose my ass and capture my bouncing breasts which was the intention of the video for encouragement of the adventurous customers the club was targeting.

By closing time, Sandy and I were breathing heavily and we felt disheveled. I suggested we brush our hair and reapply makeup but the director killed that idea. He wanted the disheveled look. The next video was the aftermath of the dancing. Actually, we were told, the club setting went beyond what could really happen in this club and the fucking would occur on the dance floor, on tables, and pressed against the bar.

"So, how does this really work," I quizzed the director. Sandy and I had speculated but I felt it would be good to understand. Sandy was pressed up next to me to hear the explanation and Jason was right behind me. He had a reassuring hand on both our shoulders and reassuring it was. "Are you going to be directing the action and us or what?"

"I might be directing the men but off to the side. I want this to be as natural and realistic as possible. My understanding is the two of you, though you've never been in porn, get fucked a lot and that's what I want. I want this to be free flowing, a natural gangbang of people who have just enjoyed themselves partying and ready to take it all to the next level."

"You want us to orgasm, right. I mean you don't want us to resist and prolong," Sandy clarified what we understood.

"Exactly. The more orgasms, the better. The guys behind the cameras will be looking for exactly that and if they get fixed on capturing penetration, someone else will be watching your faces so we make sure to capture your orgasms." He studied us. "Ladies, this is what we refer to a cream-pie and cum-shot video. I want not only orgasms from you but cum from the men. I expect your pussies and asses to be running with cum and to find cum on your bodies. Are you okay with that?"

I looked at Sandy who smiled. I was, too. "Sounds like a good time to us," I responded.

A woman came up to the director and spoke into his ear. He nodded and turned to us. "I was just informed there has been a change. I think I indicated before that the number would be ten guys. I was just informed that casting has four more men coming on top of that. Is that an issue?"