“That’s it, girl-suck it. Just keep sucking. I’m almost there. Oh yeah, that’s good. Okay, I’m ready to go.” The young man pulled his rock-hard cock out of her mouth, leaving a slimy trail dripping down her chin.
“I’m next,” another guy said as he stepped in front of her kneeling form. Before Rachel could think twice, the guy dropped the bell-shaped head of his prick between her gaping lips. She willingly closed her mouth around the semi-hard dick and started sucking, her tongue swirling over the pebbly glans as she bathed it with hot saliva. It quickly stiffened, swelling and extending deeper into her eagerly sucking mouth.
“Oh fuck,” the guy said as he turned to the row of naked men standing behind him. “This one is something special. Her mouth is like liquid velvet. You won’t believe it.”
“Here, let me try,” the blonde-haired guy right behind him said as he pulled his friend back, the first guy’s hard prick rocketing into the air, a shimmering web of saliva bridging the gap between the engorged cockhead and Rachel’s full red lips.
“I’m good to go anyways,” the first guy said. “I can’t believe how fast she got me hard.”
Rachel turned to the new semi-hard cock in front of her, the blonde-haired guy stepping right up to her as he inserted the head of his dick between her ovalled lips. She closed her mouth, pushing a big wad of spit onto the pebbly surface of his glans, her tongue swirling over the surface of the sensitive knob. She brought her hand up to his stiffening dong and started pumping it towards her sucking mouth. The guy let out a low animal-like groan as his cock rapidly stiffened , a trickle of precum sluicing onto the girl’s swirling tongue. She groaned with pleasure as the slimy cock-sap slid warmly down her throat, the masculine flavor making her eagerly suck for more. She was rewarded as another silky morsel pulsed forth into her mouth , her busy lips and tongue drawing hungrily from the seeing tip.
Rachel looked past the young man she was sucking to the line of naked guys behind him. She counted 16 more well-hung young men, all of them leisurely stroking their cocks. There was another line with just as many standing in front of Lisa who was on her knees next to her, that girl’s mouth and hands working just as hard as Rachel’s. As Rachel watched, three guys from the back of that line snuck into Rachel’s line, smiles on their faces as they watched her work, their hands toying with their waiting cocks.
“Oh fuck, she’s amazing,” the blonde-haired guy said as his swelling dick extended and got harder under Rachel’s talented efforts. Rachel smiled to herself, feeling her panties getting wetter by the second as she sucked enthusiastically. She knew she’ be here for most of the afternoon, on her knees, working. It was still just her first week of working as a fluffer, and already they’d asked her to work on a bukkake scene. She knew her lips would be puffy and swollen by the end of the day, but she was loving her new job.
ONE WEEK EARLIER
“I really need to get a job,” Rachel said to herself as she used her fork to carve off a piece of chocolate cake in front of her. She knew she should be watching her weight, but she couldn’t resist. Chocolate was her kryptonite. She was 18 and had always been a little chubby. When most girls hit puberty and started to sprout up, Rachel maintained her layer of baby-fat, making her look cute and touchable all through her high school years. round pretty face and large brown eyes. With her shimmering black hair that glistened like ink, and her full pouty lips, many people thought she looked like Monica Lewinsky, the woman who had once had an affair with a sitting president. Rachel was too young to know who that was, but when she did a Google search on the woman, she could definitely see the resemblance, right down to their weight problem. Although she was slightly overweight like Ms. Lewinski, the one area that was different between the two of them was their bustline-Rachel’s bra weighed in at a full 38DD.
Shoveling the cake into her mouth, she turned back to her computer and scanned the want ads posted on an employment website. She’d been in Los Angeles for a week, spending the time up until now settling into her little apartment not far from UCLA where she was a first-year student in the film program. Her mother’s sister who lived in Los Angeles had found the apartment for her, home for Rachel being Omaha, Nebraska. She’d arrived in California with the apartment sight unseen, but was happy with the cozy little one-bedroom in the three-storey walkup not far from campus. But now that she’d unpacked and gotten her schedule of courses, it was time to look for a job. She’d had that discussion with her parents when they’d agreed to help with the costs of coming to UCLA. She’d have to get a job, or her stay on the west coast was going to be a short one.
She scrolled down through the list of jobs: waitress, waitress, call center, telephone sales, taxidermist. That one made her smile. She kept looking as another piece of cake slid between her lips. : ‘Production Assistant’. She anxiously clicked on the link and read the complete posting:
“Production assistant required for progressive new film company. Must be willing to work afternoons and evenings. Apply with resume and photo by clicking on the link below.”
Rachel beamed with excitement. This was perfect. She checked her schedule, but knew that most of her afternoons were free, the bulk of her classes being in the morning. And being a film student, the idea of working with a film company was better than she could have hoped for.
“Oh gosh, I bet the competition is going to be unbelievable,” she said to herself. “I wonder if I even have a chance.” She quickly pulled up her resume and looked it over. It listed her previous high school waitressing jobs but stressed her involvement in the film club, and she attached a link to a short film she and two of her classmates had made.
She was just about to send in her reply but wanted to read the ad one more time. She’d forgotten that they’d asked for a photo, which she thought was a little strange. “Welcome to Hollywood, I guess,” she thought as she looked at the photos she had of herself and picked out one that showed off her pretty face, the picture cut off at the shoulders. She knew how important looks were in the film industry, and she was definitely self-conscious about her chubby body. She hoped the photograph of her pretty face would be enough-after all, they were just looking for a production assistant-not the next Hollywood starlet.
She happily hit the SEND button, and returned to the list of jobs. There was nothing else that was appealing at all. She literally crossed her fingers that she’d get a reply to the production assistant posting, but she knew that if nothing came at all. of it, it would be a waitressing job for her. She already started dreaming, picturing herself walking down the red carpet on Oscar night, dressed in a lavish gown, a hunky escape on her arm.
“As if,” she said to herself , snapping out of her daydream. She stepped out to the local grocery store to pick up a few things. Once she’d put away the groceries she’d bought, she checked her computer. She was excited to see a reply to her response .
“Thank you for your interest in the production assistant position. Following the review of your resume and photograph, you have been scheduled for an interview tomorrow afternoon, Thursday, at 3:15pm.”
The address followed, and then the sign-off salutation from ‘Rex Smithers, Starlite Films’.
Rachel could barely contain herself. She raced to her closet and surveyed her wardrobe, trying to figure out what to wear. She wanted to look as professional as possible, and she only had one thing in her closet that was even close-a navy skirt suit. The skirt ended at mid-thigh, and she hoped whoever was doing the interviewing wouldn’t be put off by her full thighs. Besides the navy suit, she decided to go with a white blouse, hoping she would look professional and confident.
Wanting to be as prepared as possible, Rachel dig a Google search for ‘Starlite Films’. There were no hits, and then she glanced back at their original posting, noting the words ‘progressive NEW film company’. She figured that if they were new and just getting off the ground, that was likely why she hadn’t been able to find anything about them.
She awoke from a good night’s sleep excited about the interview. She attended her classes in the morning, learning more about Francois Truffaut than she ever wanted to know. She hurried home after her last class and took a shower to freshen up. time doing her makeup, and then dressed. The white blouse fit tighter than she remembered, her large breasts making the taut fabric strain, but it was the nicest thing she had that would go with the navy suit. It was a sunny, warm California day, so she left her chubby legs bare, knowing that was the way most business women looked during daytime hours. She slid her feet into her only pair of high heels, a pair of classic black pumps. The shoes had quite a pointy toe, and slim 4″ heels that made her legs look good. With a final glance in the mirror, she brushed a stray look of shiny black hair behind one ear and smiled at herself, knowing she looked her best.
“Go get ’em, girl,” she said to herself as she slipped her purse over her shoulder and locked the door behind her. She’d looked up on Google maps the address she’d been given. She knew it was almost an hour away on the bus, so she left herself plenty of time. There was no way she wanted to be late for such an important interview.
The bus took longer than she expected. She checked her watch, feeling a bit frantic. onto the street that matched the address she’d been given, she was surprised to find that it mostly consisted of single-storey strip plazas, most of them housing second-rate businesses. She moved up to sit right at the front and asked the The bus driver about the specific address, anxious to get there on time.
“I have an interview with Starlite films at 3:15,” she said. “Do you think we’ll make it in time?”