by John Dylena
The words echoed in Scott’s head as his dick throbbed in his panties. He could feel his climax coming and wondered if Roger was ready to blow his load.
He got his answer when Roger jerked his hips, pulling his wet dick out of Scott’s mouth. The head throbbed, and moments later, Scott’s face was covered with white spunk. At the same time, the tip of his dick burst out of his latex panties and he came all over the ground.
The jizz kept flowing out of Roger’s dick, covering Scott’s face with the warm and salty treat. Scott’s mouth hung open in shock and the last bits of ejaculate landed on his tongue. Roger finished with a heavy sigh and he slouched in his chair, breathing heavily.
“Damn, Sapphire. For a dude, you give one hell of a BJ.”
Scott said nothing. He was covered in another man’s cum, and no matter how many times he told himself otherwise, he enjoyed it.
He swallowed the cum that had landed in his mouth, savoring the taste. Roger got up off the couch and tossed a rag down in front of Scott.
“Here, clean yourself up.” He zipped up his pants and handed Allie his share of the cash. “Worth every cent.”
Allie said nothing, hoping Roger would leave before he noticed her moist panties. Seeing Scott pleasure Roger like that sent her over the edge, and she had to bite her hand to stop herself from screaming as she fingered her pussy.
Scott wiped the cum off of his face and changed out of the stripper clothes. He removed the makeup with a moist towelette and set the wig aside. With all traces of the job gone, he put his man clothes back on and walked up to Allie.
She handed him the money. “If you need a place to sleep, you can stay at my place. I have a two-bedroom apartment all to myself.”
Scott said nothing as he walked out the door into the dark hallway.
That night, he didn’t sleep. He handed his landlord all the money he had on him, which was enough to pay his rent and nothing else. He took a cold shower and sat in his room all day, watching the hours tick by.
His watch beeped, signaling four p.m. Scott held his phone in his hands and scrolled through the contacts, stopping at the one labeled “Bree.”
He stared at the number. His eyes drifted away from the phone to his crappy apartment. The wallpaper was faded and peeling, the carpet was musty. One window looked out to a brick wall, the other to the street. His shower leaked, and every now and then, he had a roach as a roommate.
His eyes returned to the phone and the number on the screen. His thumb hovered over the call button. He pressed it.
The dial tone filled his ear until he heard the other end pick up.
“Hello?” the woman said.
“Bree? This is Scott.”
“Oh, hey! Does this mean we can we expect to have you there tonight?”
“Yes,” he said, feeling his dick harden at the idea. “Sapphire will be there tonight.”
FILLING IN
Mark dropped his head onto his desk after reading the first sentence of the rejection email. He had lost count of how many cut and pasted rejection letters he had received in the past month and a half, but it was enough to put the idea of changing his major into his head.
A film student at a top notch film school, he was required to work as an intern at a film studio. Without this internship, he couldn’t graduate.
When he first heard about it during his freshman orientation, he was so excited by the possibility of working with some big name studio and getting to interact with A-list celebrities and directors whose movies were among the best ever created.
Senior year finally came around and he started sending off his applications. One by one his film school friends were getting accepted, all bragging about which major motion picture company they got into.
But for Mark, every response was a rejection, and with each reply, his heart sank further. He branched out, applying for positions at smaller, more independent studios, figuring they would welcome the help.
Just like the major studios, Mark got denied from them as well.
It had gotten to a point where he typed in “movie studios” into the search bar and applied to every one that popped up in the results. He moved the cursor over the link to the next one and hesitated.
“AltFetish Studios?” he said, reading the link aloud. He looked back over his shoulder and got up from his desk. Poking his head out his bedroom door, there was no sign of either of his roommates in his apartment.
He clicked the link and his jaw dropped.
“Nope!” he said, quickly moving his cursor to the corner to exit out of the tab.
But for some reason, his finger refused to move and exit out of the page. His eyes skimmed over the details, lingering on the hot women and trying to avoid the men dressed in lingerie or the shemales posing alongside them.
At the bottom of the screen he saw the word, “Contact.”
Every other studio I’ve applied to has said no, he thought as he stared at the webpage. The internship has to be at a film studio, and this is a film studio…
“Ah, fuck it!” he mumbled, clicking the link at the bottom.
Mark quickly typed in his information, letting whomever it was that operated the studio know that he was a film student needing an internship.
With the email sent, he decided to call it quits, and instead of exiting the page, he found himself navigating through it, his curiosity building as he browsed through the titles the studio produced.
He clicked on each one and read the short synopses, and even scrolled through the image galleries and short video trailers for female domination videos with gorgeous women dressed in skin-tight leather, with both men and women at their heels.
Mark watched a preview of a man dressed up like a woman by his wife and forced to suck the cocks of her coworkers, followed by one with a guy getting fucked by a shemale.
Hearing the front door close and a knock on his bedroom door, he quickly closed out of the page.
“Mark you in here?” his roommate yelled.
“Yeah, what’s up?” he replied.
Mark slid back from his desk and went to stand up, only to realize that he had a massive erection. What the fuck? I got turned on by that?
“We’re going over next door to the party. Want to come? I heard Anne is going to be there.”
Anne, with fiery red hair and jade-green eyes; Mark had a crush on her since the start of the semester. She sat a couple rows in front of him in his History of Science Fiction class, but he hasn’t built up the nerve to ask her out.
“Yeah, just a sec!” He stood up and willed his boner to go away before opening his door. But try as he might, the images and videos from the fetish site remained.
“Were you watching porn in there?” Steven asked. He has his back to the wall, and standing next to him holding two cases of beer was Zack, his other roommate. “It sounded like porn.”
“Yeah, it was,” Mark replied sheepishly, scratching his head.
“Whatever, let’s get going before all the women get taken,” Zack said, walking toward the front door.
“Dude! You gotta tell us what happened!” Steven said, stumbling through the front door of the apartment. Zack came in right after and the three roommates made their way into the living room.
Mark had been grinning like an idiot ever since he came out of the bedroom of the house next door, holding onto Anne’s hand. Her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were hastily put back on.
“How good was she?” Zack asked, opening up another can of beer.
“The best. And then there was this.” Mark tossed his phone to Steven before lying down on the couch.
“Holy shit, man! No way.”
“Let me see!” Zack said, quickly moving next to Steven. The two men ogled at the picture Mark had on his phone. Before she got dressed, Anne took a selfie of her naked torso. The top half of her face was cut off, showing nothing more than her ruby red lips and her fair skin and rosy nipples.
“She gave me her number, too. I�
��ll be seeing her again tomorrow,” Mark said, swiping his phone away from his horny roommates. “Good night, gentlemen, and sweet dreams.”
“You gotta send us that photo!” Steven said.
“Not on your life,” Mark said as he closed his bedroom door.
He tossed his phone on his bed and shuffled over to his computer. He woke it up from his sleep and opened up his email, groaning as he read through two more rejection letters.
Until he read the reply from AltFetish Studios.
Mark,
Thank you for your interest in our studio. We have been shorthanded recently, which has slowed down our production, and would be more than glad to have you help out around the studio. I’m sure a film student such as yourself would rather work at a major motion picture studio, but over there it’s all work and no fun. We’re a tight-knit production company and everyone is treated with respect and dignity.
Looking forward to your reply,
Ricardo
Owner, AltFetish Studios
He sat back in his chair and reread the email, remembering what a classmate had told him about his workload. At first Mark was jealous of him, as he got a spot at the studio that was Mark’s first choice. It started out fun, his friend said, getting to see all the fancy equipment and stuff, but after a couple of days it became a nightmare.
He worked long days with very few breaks, and everyone treated him like a slave. No one even called him by his name. They called him “intern” and had him go on coffee runs and lug equipment around the set. He was forbidden to speak to the actors, and the director didn’t even acknowledge his existence.
It’s not like I have any other options available to me, Mark thought as he started typing up a reply. It could be fun, and those women are gorgeous.
He sent the message expressing his interest in working with the studio before going to bed, but not before opening up the picture Anne gave him and whipping out his hardening cock.
There was a reply waiting for him in his inbox the following morning, inviting him to stop by the studio. With nothing else to do this weekend but party, Mark took them up on the offer.
The studio was a short drive away, tucked deep inside an industrial complex. All the buildings were identical, some with company names on the sides. AltFetish Studios had no identifiable signs and their windows were darkly tinted with only the address on the glass.
Mark stayed in his car, waiting for someone to come in or out of the building. After twenty minutes of waiting for nothing, he got out of his car and walked up to the door.
“Hello, how may I help you?”
Mark stood in the small lobby, and after a few moments of looking around, he stepped up to the receptionist counter. The woman behind the desk was a petite brunette with her hair tied back in a ponytail.
“Sorry, but I think I got bad directions,” Mark said, looking back at the sparse waiting room.
It consisted of three chairs, a small table with magazines, and a potted plant in the corner. There were two other doors, one in the far corner with a “No Admittance” sign on it, and the other marked “restroom”.
“I’m looking for Ricardo?”
“What’s your name, sir?”
“Mark.”
“One moment. Please have a seat,” the woman said, gesturing to the empty chairs and picking up the phone.
“Ricardo, there is a Mark here to see you… of course.” She hung up and returned to her typing.
A couple minutes later, the “No Admittance” door and a Hispanic man came out.
“Mark? I’m Ricardo, and this is AltFetish Studios,” he said with a firm handshake.
“Oh good, I thought I was in the wrong place.” Mark smiled.
“Nah, we just like to keep our business incognito. Keeps the crazies away,” he laughed. “Let me give you a tour!” He walked over and opened the door and waved him in.
“That was Tina, our receptionist,” he said, closing the door behind him. The door led to a wide hallway with doors on either side. “She’s also the graphic designer. She made all the posters on the walls.”
Mark looked at each one as they walked down the hallway. They were large prints of the covers for the movies, with the models and actors all posing together.
As they walked down the hallway, Ricardo opened up each door and showed Mark what was inside. A couple were storage, others bathrooms with showers. There was a post production room, lounge, and an office.
He knocked twice before opening the door. “This is Marie’s office, my wife and co-owner of the studio. She takes care of the business side and I run the creative side.”
Marie waved to the two of them. “Hello, Mark. Welcome to the family,” she quickly said before returning to her phone call.
“We will be wrapping up our newest movie tonight, if you want to come by again,” he said, closing the door and rounding the corner at the end of the hallway. “Lisa and Amy are the only ones here at the moment. I can introduce you to them.”
“Sure,” Mark said, looking around.
Rounding the corner, the hallway ended with a pair of wide doors. Above them was a red and a green light.
“Red light means we’re filming and not to enter.” Ricardo said, pointing to the lights. “Since it’s green, it’s safe.”
He pushed open the doors, revealing a large sound stage. There were multiple sets and lighting equipment scattered round the large room. Mark recognized all of the sets from the pictures and trailers he saw on the website. In the corner of the sound stage were several couches and chairs, as well as low tables.
“Hair and makeup is that room, and the other one is wardrobe. That room is the kitchen.” Ricardo looked back to see Mark staring off in the direction of the couches where two gorgeous blondes chatted. He smiled as he put his hand on Mark’s back and pushed him in the direction of the women.
“Hey, ladies!” Ricardo said. “This is Mark, the intern.” The two women looked away from each other and smiled at Mark, who remained still. “Everything okay, Mark?” Ricardo asked.
Mark didn’t know how to say it gently. “Yeah, it’s just…” he whispered.
“Oh, I see,” Ricardo laughed. “That’ll take some getting used to.” He turned to the women. “He’s just shy, that’s all. He’s watched some of your videos.”
Mark turned bright red as the three of them laughed. Ricardo sat down on one of the couches.
“Mark, if you’re going to work at a porn studio, you’re going to have to get used to seeing the models,” Lisa said, standing up and walking toward him. She grabbed his hand and led him over to the couches. “Tell us more about yourself.”
It had been a busy week for Mark. Between working at the studio and going out with Anne, he hadn’t had a night to himself.
Ricardo was right; it did take some getting used to. Mark mainly helped move the equipment around the sound stage, but when they were filming he took turns assisting Tyler the cameraman, Tim who did lighting, and Bob who was in charge of sound.
Each day there was a different combination of people, and over the course of the week, Mark had met each one.
AltFetish Studios had a three regular dommes: Lisa, Vivian, and Winona. Lisa and Vivian were both blondes, and Winona was black.
In addition to the dommes, they had two recurring men: Butch and Oscar, both over six feet tall and incredibly muscular. But despite their physical appearance and the roles they played in the films, both men were very nice.
Amy and Jessica were the two female subs that were often paired with one of the dommes. But for Mark, the most awkward night was when he met Layla and Zena, two transwomen who still had their man-parts. They were both very beautiful, but it was proving difficult to get used to seeing them naked and fucking Amy, Jessica, or Oscar.
The one person Mark had yet to meet was Cole, the man who was often dressed up in lingerie with makeup and a wig. Two nights in a row he called in sick, and the third night he was a no-show without even calling in.
He silently watched Ricardo and Marie discuss the matter with Lisa. They had wrapped up the other projects and were about to start a new one where she would come home from work to find her boyfriend wearing her stockings. It would be the first in a series of shorts, and in each one, the boyfriend would become more and more feminized until he ended up sandwiched between Oscar and Butch.
“This isn’t the first time he’s done this,” Lisa sighed. “He pulled this shit during the last movie as well.”
“He has become unreliable recently,” Marie said. “Not to mention he’s been demanding his full paycheck at the start of the project. I guess it’s time we cut him loose and find a replacement.”
“But that’ll take weeks!” Ricardo shouted. “Damn it, Cole, why couldn’t you put in a two weeks’ notice like a normal employee?”
“I think I have a solution to our problem.”
The color from Mark’s face vanished when Lisa pointed at him. All eyes turned toward him and his heart pounded in his chest.
Lisa walked up to him and inspected him. “He is the right build for this: slender with some muscle tone.”
Ricardo stroked his dark beard and turned toward Becca and Beatrice. “What do you think, ladies? Will he work?”
“He’s only a little shorter than Cole, so there will be no problem with the wardrobe,” Becca said.
Beatrice nodded. “And his face isn’t too masculine, so he’ll actually look more feminine than Cole ever did.”
“Well, I’m sold on it.” Ricardo clapped. “Mark?”
“I… I…” His eyes darted about, looking at the rest of the crew.
“Five hundred dollars,” Marie said. “You’ll be paid five hundred at the end of shooting tonight, than you’ll be paid another five hundred when we wrap in a couple days. Plus you’ll get a percentage of sales.”
Mark opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him. Never in his life had he ever worn women’s clothes, and the thought had never occurred to him, nor had the idea of being pegged.