Fluffer in Training Ch. 01

"Well, it's time to find out," Mr. Smithers said as he turned his attention back to Rachel. "Okay, that's why Steve's here. He's going to tell me whether you pass this part of the interview. Now, do you have a hairband in your purse? If not, I have some here. I insist that all fluffers have their hair pulled back." He reached into the drawer of his desk and pulled out a handful of elastic hairbands.

"Uh yes, I do have one," Rachel replied, reaching into her purse and pulling out a black band. She quickly reached up and whipped her hair into a ponytail, noticing the eyes of both men focussed on her tits as her arms came up, the big round orbs thrusting forward against the tight white blouse.

"Good, then go ahead. Let's see how you do." Smithers nodded to Steve, who opened his robe. He let his legs roll open to each side as he tossed a cushion onto the floor in front of him, still holding his cell phone in one hand.

Rachel knew it was now or never, but she couldn't get that dollar figure out of her head. Maybe I'll just give it a try for a little while, she said to herself, just until I save up enough money for next term's tuition. And then she realized she still had to pass this part of the interview. She thought about all those other young women in the waiting room, and knew she'd have to do her best—they all looked like they had more experience than her when hit came to sucking cock. She'd had a couple of boyfriends in high school that she'd given blowjobs to, and they'd loved it. Both of them were lavish in their praise for her oral talents, saying they'd much rather have her suck them off than fuck her.

Heaving an internal sigh, Rachel got up from her chair and stepped over to the young man on the couch, slipping to her knees on the cushion between his legs. His flaccid prick lay against his thigh. It was circumcised, with a pronounced head, a broad coronal ridge separating the mushroom-shaped head from the shaft. It was bigger than either of her two boyfriends back home, and she figured that was why he was working in this industry.

"Come on, Rachel. I've got more interviews to do," Smithers said as he nodded towards Steve's waiting cock.

Rachel bucked up her courage and decided to go for it. She reached forward and slid her fingers around the slab of flesh, lifting it from his thigh as she brought her mouth forwards, ovalling her lips as she got closer to the tip. She flicked her eyes up, expecting to see Steve looking at her, but he was looking at the cell phone in his hand, not paying any attention to her.

His dick was warm and heavy in her hand, and she slid her lips over the pink knob, locking down on the shaft once she'd cleared the rope-like coronal ridge. She pushed a gob of saliva forward and swirled her tongue all around the pebbly tissues, bathing it in her hot spit. She pushed forwards, her lips sliding further down the shaft, her tongue continuing to roll slowly all around the warm glans as she sucked inwards at the same time. She felt the cock twitch in her mouth, and then felt it start to stiffen.

"What the fuck," she heard Steve mutter under his breath. She flicked her eyes up to see him put his cell phone down on the couch beside him and turn his attention to her, a look of surprised delight on his face. She caved in her cheeks as she started to bob up and down, the hot wet tissues inside her mouth pressed tightly against his growing prick in a hot wet sheath.

"Oh fuck, Rex, this girl is incredible."

"Yeah?"

"Man, her mouth is something else," Steve said, speaking as if Rachel wasn't even there. His dick continued to rapidly stiffen, getting thicker and longer as Rachel worked on it, her circling hand pumping back and forth as her head bobbed rhythmically up and down. "I'm almost completely hard already. Listen to me, Rex, you've got to hire this girl." When Rachel heard that, she doubled her efforts, her teasing tongue working overtime as she rolled it luxuriously over the surging cockhead.

"Oh fuck, yes," Steve groaned loudly as he sat back against the couch, laying his head against the back as he surrendered to the delicious sensations flowing through him.

"Okay, okay," Smithers said as he stepped closer, watching in profile as Rachel continued to bob up and down on Steve's thrusting cock. "You can stop now, Rachel. You've got the job."

"But don't you think we should interview her regarding those cleanup duties you mentioned?" Steve said frantically as Rachel lifted her mouth off his rearing prick, a shimmering web of saliva bridging the gap between her full pouty lips and his engorged cockhead. From the corner of her eye, Rachel noticed Steve give Mr. Smithers a knowing look.

"Oh yeah, the cleanup duties. I almost forgot," Smithers said as he returned the look Steve was giving him. "Rachel, there are times when things don't go quite as planned on set, and you may have to do some clean up. You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

"Umm, what kind of clean up?"

"If some cum ends up somewhere it's not supposed to be, or if one of the actors or actresses gets some on them and we need them to look their best. You'd be called on to clean that up for us. Is that going to be a problem? If it is, perhaps we should end the interview right now."

"Uh, no sir. It's not a problem," she responded hurriedly, hoping she'd pass this part of the interview too.

"Great. But just to be sure, Steve and I need to test you on that. It's probably best if we don't make a mess of your blouse, so why don't just slip that off for now."

"Okay," Rachel replied, sitting back on her haunches as she undid the buttons on her shirt. She peeled the blouse off, noticing the gaze of both men settling on her breasts, the generous mounds of warm tit-flesh swelling over the top of her lacy white bra. As she looked down, she realized she definitely needed to go up a cup size.

"Beautiful. Now go back to sucking Steve's cock," Smithers said as he undid the fly of his pants and pulled out his own cock. Rachel leaned forward and started sucking the young man's surging prick again, caving in her cheeks as she sucked wantonly, soft purrs emanating from her throat.

Smithers looked down at the young girl, her pretty face clearly visible with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. He liked his fluffers that way—no unwanted interference between their mouth and the cock they were servicing. The girl's full red lips pursed forward as she bobbed up and down on Steve's erection. Her cheeks hollowed in and out like a bellows, her circling hand bumping softly against her lips as she pumped the lower part of the shaft.

"Mmmm..." Smithers heard the girl let out a throaty moan as she sucked, apparently loving the feel of Steve's rigid dick in her mouth. He could tell that it was natural coming from Rachel, not faked like all the girls he'd already interviewed. Knowing her reaction was real turned Smithers on and his cock stiffened in his hand as he stroked it, wanting to catch up with Steve.

"Oh fuck, her mouth is unbelievable," Steve said as Smithers moved closer, pointing his cock at Rachel's face. Steve took Rachel's head in his hands, his fingers sliding gently into her inky black hair as she continued to suck, her head bobbing up and down enthusiastically. The girl was amazing, he'd never had anybody with such a talented mouth work on his cock before. He was surprised to feel the telltale contractions in his stomach, and felt his balls drawing up close to his body already, letting him know he was on the verge of coming. He looked down at those full lips of hers, glistening wetly as they sucked avidly at his thick hard cock. She swirled her tongue magically all around his sensitive cockhead, and the sensations sent him right over the edge.

"Oh fuck...here it comes," Steve warned as the first blast of spunk sped up the shaft of his cock. A thick rope of cum jettisoned from the tip, hitting the tissues at the back of her mouth before pooling on her tongue. Steve immediately lifted her head right of his twitching cock, stopping with her face a couple of inches from his spitting cockhead. Another thick white ribbon of semen rifled forward, plastering itself all over her face. Wanting to make sure she got the job, Rachel pumped his bucking prick, wad after wad of thick hot cum hitting her in the face.

"Here's some more," Smithers said as he stepped closer, pointing his own raging cock at Rachel's face as he started to go off. He reached down with his other hand and cupped Rachel's breast, giving it a squeeze.

From the corner of her eye she saw the yawning red eye at the tip of Mr. Smithers' cock get cloudy for a split second before a long stream of jizz spewed forward, hitting her on the cheek and racing up along her forehead and into her hair. A second rope of thick semen shot forth, hitting her across the nose and dangling from her eyebrow. Steve's rampant erection continued to shoot at the same time, both men basting her face with a glistening coating of milky semen. After what seemed like a full minute, they finally stopped coming, the last dregs of their masculine seed oozing forth.

Rachel had swallowed the initial blast of cum Steve had shot into her mouth, feeling her panties get drenched as his warm semen had slid smoothly down her throat. She remembered sucking off those boys in high school, and how much she had loved the taste of their cum. She'd often ask them to let her suck them off three or four times in a row. She'd loved the taste, and always wanted more. They'd happily agreed, sitting back in their cars while she leaned over their midsections, sucking and swallowing until she'd sucked them dry.

Wanting to make sure she got the job, Rachel turned to the side, slipping her lips over the head of Mr. Smithers' spent dick and sucking out the last of his silky nectar. She turned and did the same to Steve, nursing at his cockhead to get the final drops.

"Like I was saying Rachel," Smithers said as he tucked his pecker back into his pants and zipped up, "sometimes things don't go quite as planned when we start a scene, and we end up with a mess of cum—just like what's on your face right now. We need to make sure our stars are presentable, so we often ask our fluffers to do cleanup duties as well. We like them to do that by licking up any stray cum that we hadn't planned on. And of course, they have to swallow it as well. It's all part of the professional atmosphere we're promoting here at Starlite. We don't want any job done poorly. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Here, let me feed you," Smithers said as he stepped closer. He reached down and gathered a big gob of cum on his index finger. "Here you go." He slid his finger between her parted lips, her lips closing down on his cummy digit. He felt her tongue swirl all around his fingers as she lapped up the cum, eagerly drawing it deep into her mouth.

"Mmmm..." She purred again and Smithers saw her eyes close in bliss. He flicked a glance over to Steve, who knowingly smiled back. Smithers withdrew his finger from her sucking mouth, the digit coming free with an audible POP! He slid his finger up her cheek, gathering up more pearly semen. When he was done with her face, he reached down to the upper swells of her breasts, gathering up the cum that had splattered there when they'd missed her face. He kept at this until she'd lapped up all the cum they'd both dumped on her. All that was left on her skin was a thin glistening layer that shone wetly.

"That's great, Rachel. You're hired," Mr. Smithers said. He walked around his desk and sat down as Steve drew his robe back over his body. "Be here at 2:00pm tomorrow. It's Friday, so we finish early. You'll have to undergo a medical first with the doctor we have on staff here before I can put you to work. If the doc gives me the go ahead, I'll use you for one scene that I've got in mind. That'll be a good start to show you how we do things here at Starlite."

"Thank you, sir," Rachel said as she got to her feet and put her blouse back on. She pulled her jacket on and picked up her purse while Smithers was busy looking at his computer. Steve was already back on his cell phone, not looking up as she walked across the office. Rachel paused at the office door and looked back. "Mr. Smithers, sir?"

"Yes," the man replied, not even taking his eyes off his computer screen.

"Uh, what should I wear for my job?"

Smithers turned, his eyes resting for a second on Rachel's prominent chest. "You can wear jeans if you want, but I'd like you to wear tight sweaters too. Yeah, sweaters that are nice and tight—that'll help the guys."

"Yes sir. Thank you, sir." Rachel made her way out as Smithers turned back to his computer.

"How'd it go?" the 40-something woman behind the desk asked.

"I got the job," Rachel replied excitedly.

"That's wonderful, dear," the woman said as she got up from her chair and gave Rachel a quick hug. Rachel felt the woman press her breasts against hers as she held the hug a little longer than Rachel expected. The woman finally pulled back, leaving Rachel feeling breathless for some reason. "I'm Carole, by the way." She reached up and touched Rachel's ear. She drew her hand back, showing Rachel a big wad of cum clinging to her fingertips. "I don't think you want go out on the street with that showing." She gave Rachel a conspiratorial wink before bringing her fingers to her mouth, her eyes glued on Rachel's as the young girl watched her slowly lick off the glistening cum.

"Mmm, nice," Carole said as she winked at Rachel again, making the girl feel all squirmy inside. "When do you start?"

"Tomorrow afternoon. Mr. Smithers said he has some work for me on a scene."

"That's great. I'll see you then." The woman's eyes roamed even more blatantly over Rachel's voluptuous young body, making her shiver. Rachel didn't know if she was shivering from fear, or excitement.

"Bye," Rachel said, giving the woman a polite smile. Carole simply nodded as Rachel walked out, feeling the older woman's eyes on her as she walked across the room.

She made her way to the street and waited for her bus. She ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth, savoring the masculine taste left behind by the cum she'd swallowed. She could tell that her panties were soaked and she couldn't wait to get home and take care of that itch between her legs. She smiled, wondering what her first day on her new job was going to be like, and wondering what those looks from that Carole woman were all about.

...to be continued...