He smiled as he nodded at her, telling her that address was just a few stops away. “Don’t worry, Miss. I’ll make sure you’re there on time.” His foot pressed harder on the accelerator. strayed to the front of her suit where her impressive breasts were stretching the front of her jacket tight. She knew she’d gained a few pounds lately, and it seemed as if it had all been up top. As she followed the direction of his gaze, she could see the swells of her breasts against the white fabric of her shirt, easily visible beneath the tightly-fitting suit jacket. She realized she might have to go up another cup size the next time she bought a bra.
“Right in there,” the bus driver said as he pulled to the curb. She noticed where he pulled over was between the usual bus stops-he’d stopped specifically to let her off. She looked out the open door at the building he nodded towards, another single storey structure with about four or five businesses at the front. The end unit had a simple sign over the large windows at the front, simply reading ‘Starlite Films’. The windows reflected the light, and Rachel realized they were covered with a mirror-like film on the inside.
“Thank you,” she said as she smiled at the bus driver and stepped off.
“Good luck,” he replied. “I look forward to seeing you again.”
His words caught her off guard and she instinctively looked back, seeing his eyes focused on her big tits, a smile on his face as he closed the door of the bus and started to drive away. “That’s a funny thing to say,” she thought, shrugging it off and turning back to the building. She checked her watch. She’d wanted to be early, but she was just going to make it on time.
She saw her reflection in the mirrored glass as she approached the front door, hoping her skirt wasn’t too short. It looked a little tight too, the navy fabric pulled tight across her round curvy bum and thighs. Maybe if she got this job and made some extra money, she could buy herself some new clothes as well as some proper-fitting underwear. With a bit of a sigh, she opened the door and strode in. She stopped just inside the door, seeing most of the chairs in. what appeared to be the waiting room occupied by a number of young women. The women looked similar to each other, and yet quite different from her. Most seemed to be bleached blondes, their hair and makeup done up excessively. -fitting mini-dresses or tiny short skirts and tight tops. All seemed to be showing off their breasts, which came in a variety of sizes. All were wearing high heels, some with clear plastic platform soles, which she thought of as ‘stripper shoes’. When she came through the door, all the girls looked her up and down, blatantly sizing her up.
“Oh my,” Rachel said to herself, wondering if these girls were all applying for the same production assistant job that she was.
“Excuse me, are you Rachel?” She turned in the direction of the voice. Her eyes focused on an attractive woman who appeared to be in her mid-40’s sitting behind a desk to one side of the room.
“Yes, I’m Rachel,” she said, smiling as she stepped over in front of the desk. The woman was nicely dressed , and wore fashionable glasses that gave her the look of a librarian-much more like what Rachel had been expecting from a film company than the women in the waiting room.
“That’s good,” the woman said, giving Rachel a comforting smile that eased her anxiety. “Your interview is next. Mr. Smithers should be with you momenta-.”
Both Rachel and the woman turned as the door behind the woman’s desk opened, a young blonde woman stepping through and closing the door behind her. Her face looked flushed as she nodded to the woman behind the desk and walked past Rachel, reaching up to rub her jaw as she made her way out of the building. The phone on the woman’s desk buzzed. She picked up the phone and gave Rachel a little wink.
“Yes, sir, she’s right here. I’ll show her right in.”
The woman stood up, allowing Rachel to get a good look at her. She was tall and slim, but with a shapely hourglass figure. She wore a crisp white blouse and black pencil skirt that fit snugly, emphasizing her curvy rear end and nice legs . Her brunette hair was smartly cut and hung to her shoulders, framing her pretty face attractively. The blouse couldn’t hide the full set of breasts beneath. Rachel guessed her at a D-cup, or at least a full generous C. She was an incredibly attractive older woman, and Rachel was envious, hoping she’d look that good when she got to that age.
“Right this way, Rachel,” the woman said as she opened the door the blonde woman had just come through. Rachel saw the older woman look her up and down as she stood to the side with her hand on the doorknob. It felt like the woman was undressing her with her eyes as her gaze roamed over Rachel’s buxom form. Rachel found herself feeling uncomfortable, and yet excited at the same time. She’d never had a woman look at her like that before.
“Good luck, dear ,” the woman said as Rachel walked past her into the office, her voice just loud enough for Rachel to hear. “I hope you get it. I’d love to see more of you.”
Before Rachel even had a chance to think about what the woman had said, the door closed behind her and she heard a man’s voice from across the room. “Come in. Have a seat.” She looked over at a man in his mid- 40’s sitting behind a desk. His mop of reddish hair was unkempt and went every which way. He wore big owlish glasses which made his soppy eyes look larger than normal. He had his hand out, gesturing to a pair of chairs across from his desk . Rachel looked to the side and stopped up short in surprise. An attractive young man sat on a black leather couch just a few feet away from the desk, clad in a big white bathtub. Even his feet were bare. Briefly, and then turned his attention to the cell phone in his hand.
“What the hell?” Rachel thought to herself as she tentatively made her way across the room, extending her hand to the man behind the desk. He shook it quickly.
“Uh, Rachel, right?” he said, looking at his computer screen on the side of his desk.
“Yes sir,” Rachel replied, taking her place in the offered chair, sitting forward attentively. “Are you Mr. Smithers?”
“Rex. Everybody calls me Rex. Rachel, the picture you sent in was good. From the looks of that picture, and what I see in front of me today, I think you could do very well with us here at Starlite. What can you tell me about your experience as a production assistant?”
Rachel was surprised that he’d mentioned her photograph but hadn’t even mentioned anything she’d listed in her resume. She quickly glanced over to the young man on the couch, but he was busy texting on his phone-not paying any attention to them. “Well, to be honest, I have experience in the film club at my high school in Nebraska. A group of us produced a couple of short films. But I’m studying film at UCLA and my goal is to stay and work in the film industry here in California.”
“Well that’s great, but what I meant was, what is your experience working as a production assistant in the adult film industry?”
“Adult films?” Rachel couldn’t keep the surprise out of her voice, finally realizing what she’d stumbled into.
“Yeah. Starlite films will be producing state-of-the-art adult films, and we’ve recently opened in this location. We’ve already signed some actors and actresses but we need a number of new production assistants in order to get started right away.” He reached down and placed his hand on an index card on his desk. “This is what we pay per scene.”
He turned the card around and pushed it across the desk for Rachel to see. She almost gasped out loud when she looked at the dollar figure-it was more than she made in a whole week at her last waitressing job back home, including tips.
“What do the job duties entail?” she asked, her eyes flicking down to the dollar figure again. The man pulled the index card back and, to Rachel, it felt like he was taking money right out of her purse.
“It’s a standard production assistant job on films of this type. You’d be asked to do some gopher and cleanup duties as required, but basically, you’d be one of our fluffers.”
“Fluffers?”
“Yeah, you know , a fluffer. You’d be sucking cocks of the male stars to get them hard for the next scene being filmed.” Mr. Smithers paused, looking at Rachel questioningly. “Umm, you knew what the job was when you applied, right ?”
Rachel felt her heart start to race, but she couldn’t get her mind off the figure on that index card. She knew money like that would make her life a lot easier, and guarantee she’d have enough to pay for the upcoming term’s tuition and not have to go back home with her tail between her legs. “Of course I did. I was just checking to make sure.”
“Great. Well, then this is when your interview really starts. I like your face, I like it a lot, and I think the guys are going to like it. That’s a great looking mouth you have, and your tits are pretty impressive . How about taking your jacket off?”
“Uh, okay.” Rachel replied as she set her purse down and slowly removed her jacket. From the corner of her eye she noticed the young man on the couch look over. She set her blazer over the arm of the chair and sat up straighter, showing off her 38DDs.
“Nice,” Mr. Smithers said as he blatantly stared at her chest, her massive tits nicely displayed in her tight white blouse. “What do you think, Steve ?”
“Great rack. Pretty face. Good-looking mouth.” Rachel turned as the young man in the bathtub spoke. “But can she use it? That’s the question.”