The other guy she’s got him to come in with is small, much smaller than he is. It’s kind of dumb, really, because there’s no way she’s going to pick someone like that. Why would she want a short, skinny, little guy, when she could have someone big, and strapping, and awesome?
Like he is. He knows he’s got the big leading man shoulders, the way most women like. And his hair is looking great today – really smooth and casually falling over his forehead. He smiles at her, to make sure she sees that he’s got the wide, white, even teeth, and she smiles back in this great approving way.
His manager was right. Smiling is best. Smiling and good manly posture, you know, with your chest out and your shoulders straight – to show off all the pilates and weight work you’ve been doing.
And he has been doing it. He’s been doing it so hard that he feels kind of lightheaded, walking into her big, chilly office. But the tight black jeans with the fancy label and the tight black sweater with the even fancier label fit good, and that’s what matters, really.
Or so his manager says.
‘Benjamin,’ he says. ‘Make sure you always present a clean image to the general public. A clean, heteronormative image, at all times.’
And Ben is pretty sure he does. He has no idea what heteronormative means, but it sure sounds like him. Totally sounds like him. The little guy is looking at him funny, and it’s making him sweat inside the clothes he kind of doesn’t like.
‘Hello, boys,’ the lady says. Her name’s something like Miss Miliver or Miss Mystifier or whatever, but he can’t quite recall because she’s staring right at him with these frosty blue eyes. They’re so frosty he wants to stick his tongue to them.
Little guy is wiggling all over the place, next to him. Like he’s too dumb to hide his excitement, when everyone knows that you’re supposed to play it cool.
‘So nice that you could come at such short notice. You both know that we’re looking for a certain type of man, correct?’
His manager has said something like that to him. It’s hard to recollect the details, however, what with all the nerves in his tummy and the need to throw up, again. He’s not sure that Power Muscle stuff is really doing him any good.
‘Uh, yeah,’ the little guy says. He has this mean mouth and these mean tiny eyes, like a piglet – Ben isn’t sure he cares for him, even before he’s let out that funny sounding uh, yeah.
‘Good. So could you both start by removing your tops?’
The little guy – who she calls Joe – starts doing it right away. But he’s an idiot, because he takes his pants off too – right down to the underwear – and she never said to do that! Doesn’t he know that you’re only supposed to do what you’re told?
And sure enough, she looks at him with narrowed eyes. Ben catches it, because he finds it best to really look out for what the other person is wanting, all the time. You’ve got to know, so that you can give your best to them and then they’ll be happy.
When she says: ‘Very good, Benjamin,’ he feels a little zing of pleasure shoot straight to the base of his spine. See? He did good and now she’s pleased. Piglet just doesn’t understand.
‘But you’re a little ahead of the game, aren’t you, Joe?’
At which, Joe just shrugs! Oh, he doesn’t care at all. Anyone could see that.
She taps her clipboard, and after a moment of staring at both of them – him with his golden, shapely torso, and Joe with his little reedy thing – she notes something down. He really, really hopes that it’s “Ben has excellent muscle tone”, because, you know, that’s totally true.
‘Lovely abs you’ve got there, Benjamin,’ she says, but this time it’s not the compliment that gives him the little zing of pleasure. It’s the way she says his name, like she’s already got a relationship with him. She is the person who calls him Benjamin – not Benny or Ben or doofus.
It makes him feel funny, behind his knees.
‘But you can take the pants off now too.’
He does so slowly, awkwardly. For some reason it makes him blush, even though he’s taken his clothes off lots of times before, for photoshoots and stuff. Maybe it’s because Piglet is watching him, and kind of smirking – like anything’s going to be funny! He knows he’s got strong thighs and long legs, and he never needs the sock his manager tells him to stuff down the front of his underpants.
From the look of Piglet, though, he sure needs a sock.
‘Very nice,’ Miss M says anyway, and then she makes a little gesture – a little twirl of her finger – that has him flummoxed, for a second. But fortunately Piglet gets it quick, and turns around for her only a second before he catches on and does it too.
Not that the time difference matters, because Piglet isn’t half the showman he is. He doesn’t even clench his butt cheeks, or flex those muscles around the shoulderblades like you’re supposed to. And he’s kind of scrawny everywhere too, as though he can’t even be bothered to work out.
Though his skin does look really soft. Ben wants to give him that much. Sometimes, with all the tanning, his own skin doesn’t keep quite as smooth as he’d like it. But Piglet is sort of silky looking, especially around his inner thighs and the curve of his shoulders – and he’s got plump little cheeks too, which is nice.
‘Well, you both have plus points, I must say,’ Miss M tells them, and Ben is pleased because isn’t that just what he was thinking? He’s very fair, like that. ‘But I think in order to decide if either of you are right for the parts we have available, I’m going to have to see full frontal.’
She raises an eyebrow, but all he can think is: parts! There’s more than one part going, and she’s really considering him! That’s awesome.
‘You are both OK with that, right?’
She’s got a funny look to her – her left eyebrow is kind of cocked. And she’s leaning forward so far he can see all the way down her top, to her big, big boobs. It makes sweat pop out on his forehead – though luckily the hair is there to hide it. He wouldn’t want her to think he’s looking at her boobs, and getting sweaty.
Especially not when he’s going to have to show her his thingy, in a second.
‘I’m OK with it,’ he says, and shrugs one shoulder, because he is, as his manager often says, a very amenable sort of person. At which she looks very pleased, very pleased indeed, and she sort of sits back in her chair – but that’s not really any better than before, because when she sits back her skirt rides up high where her leg is crossed over the other one.
He can almost see right up to her butt, underneath. And then she runs her tongue over the rails of her upper teeth, and that’s even worse than the butt, somehow.
Plus the Piglet is naked. Joe is naked. He can tell, because when he tries not to look out of the corner of his eye, all he can see is pink, pink.
‘Are you sure, Benjamin? Because it seems like maybe you don’t want to.’
That shocks him out of whatever’s messing him up. He can’t possibly let her think that he doesn’t want to do something! That would just be a disaster – especially when Piglet has done it.
So he strips out of his little underpants, and tries to think about things that keep his cock way, way down. All the way down, so there’s not even a hint of weirdness like that time with the girl photographer, when she said and could you bend over now pleaseand his body had gone all hot and cold and he’d thought about saying no, only that had just made it worse.
Her laughing had made it even worse than that. So had her telling him that he was adorable. Though the other stuff had been very nice – the stuff with her mouth on his cock and her getting him into bend into some really, reallyrude positions.
No matter what his manager said about not doing things like that, it had been totally awesome.
It’s not so awesome thinking about it while here, however. It would be, if she were like that – but she’s probably not and all those thoughts are making the blood rush south. And then, oh no then, Joe laughs and says: ‘Oh my God, dummy popped a boner.’
He’s pretty sure that by dummy, Joe means him. Which is absolutely mortifying, because he isn’t dumb at all. He knows he isn’t – his manager sayshe isn’t. He’s just naïve, that’s all, just naïve and that’s why he needs his manager’s help.
Only then she says: ‘Well. I guess you’ve got some catching up to do, don’t you, Joe?’
Which is totally awesome. He can’t stop himself grinning at her, and she grins right back.
‘You’re doing just fine, Benjamin. Rea–ea–eally fine.’
And she stretches the last word right out, because she’s amazing. He wonders if it’s possible to love someone, that quickly. His manager says no, but then Ben is pretty sure he only told him that to get him to focus on securing jobs, rather than all that messy relationship sort of stuff. His manager is always looking out for him like that.
‘Thanks,’ he says, kind of breathless – and doesn’t even care that Joe rolls his eyes as he does something that makes Ben want to look straight forward at the wallpaper.
He wonders if Joe’s really all that smarter than him, if he has to rub himself in order to get a boner. Because he can do it just by thinking about stuff, easily. Remembering the girl, with the rude positions. Remembering her saying that he had the stamina of an ox – yeah, that had been nice.
Thinking about the soft underside of Miss M’s thigh, or, like – maybe she intended to show him her boobs! It could be. She’s making soft eyes at him and she’s got that look ... that look he finds hard to get hold of. Like she wants something, like she really wants something – but doesn’t she know that he’s only too happy to give it?
It makes him go funny behind the knees, to give it.
‘What would you like me to do now?’ he says, and his voice comes out real flat and soft, the way it sometimes does when someone’s telling him what to do and that feeling starts coming over him.
She hesitates, however. She hesitates so much, he can feel himself starting to breathe hard. Joe is making frustrated noises, next to him, and they’re making his skin prickle.
‘I don’t know, Benjamin. What do you think?’
Oh no – a quiz! He’s terrible at quizzes. He usually fumbles the answers even when he knows them – though this time seems kind of different. Maybe because she’s looking at him in that way and there’s other stuff too. Other things that are going on that he can use to work it out.
She has two naked guys in front of her. And one of them’s hard, the way she likes it. But the other one’s not. What should the one who’s succeeded do, to improve this situation?
‘Do you want me to help him?’ he says, and she smiles – a really big one.
‘I think that would be very nice.’
Though for a second, he’s sure he’s got it wrong. Because she looks really, really surprised when he goes over to her and starts unbuttoning her blouse. Surprised – but not exactly mad, or anything. In fact – she laughs and kind of pats the side of his face, and tells him that he’s one of a kind.
Which is awesome, but really – it just makes sense. If Joe’s having trouble getting stiff, then he should know to look at her boobs. But now that Ben’s over here, looking at him, he can see that it’s going to take more than bare breasts.
Joe’s all angry looking, and he’s pulling on himself way too hard, and he’s not even halfway there at all. His own cock is practically touching his belly, and he’s pretty sure he’s going to have to work on it in a second because his body’s all hot and prickly and his balls feel achy and this is all just a little bit overwhelming.
But apparently, Joe needs something different. Joe says, ‘I’d rather look at you, idiot.’
In this sneery, nasty sort of way. But that’s OK. Because Miss M is running her hand over his back and right down over his ass and he’s pretty sure that she’d like to see Joe, looking at him. She even says, ‘Why don’t you kneel down here, Benjamin?’
And she means, you know. Right in front of her but facing Joe, so that Joe can look at him while she moves him around with her hands. And the heel of her boot, in the small of his back.
Joe says, ‘Oh my God, that’s so hot.’
While he jacks his cock. And Ben is pretty sure that Joe means him. That nasty Piglet means that he, Benjamin, is hot, because he’s kneeling on the floor and someone’s got their hands all over him. And when she pushes him slowly forward until he’s on all fours, and his ass is in the air, and he’s groaning too because her hands are really firm, Joe gasps.
‘Can I come on his face?’ Joe says, and then he gets that weak feeling behind his knees again – especially because she’s touching him in a really private place. Right between the cheeks of his ass, until he has to wonder if she’s going to tell Joe to do something else, instead.
You know, like the thing that girl did with her tongue, only with a cock. Is it bad that the thought makes him want to jerk off? All the thoughts in his head make him want to jerk off, really, really badly. It doesn’t seem fair somehow, that Joe is going to come on his face soon and he hasn’t even gotten to touching himself at all.
Even if she’s touching him, and it feels great. She’s rubbing that strip of skin behind his balls now – after she’s nudged his legs apart with her knee – and it’s almost hurting, it feels so good.
But she still doesn’t answer Joe, on the whole coming on his face thing. He can see Joe’s legs real close to him, trembling around the thigh. The blur of his hand on his dick near enough that he can see it, without really looking.
Any second it’s going to happen anyway, and all he can think is: my manager is going to be really mad. I hope he doesn’t do it in my hair. I wonder if it will taste like mine.
Then Miss M says, ‘Would you like him to come on your face, Benjamin?’
And sensation goes through him so hot and fierce, he’s sure that he’s done it on her carpet. Just like that, without anything touching his cock.
‘You can say, you know. Joe here can wait, and not come, until you decide what you’d like. How does that sound?’
She’s letting himchoose? Not mean Piglet, or her, or his manager? He gets to choose?
‘Uh ... uh ... I’m not good with decisions.’
Which is absolutely true. The ones that are popping into his head are probably not good for his career, at all.
‘Oh, I think you are. I think you’re much better than you think. So what’s it to be?’ she asks, and then oh noshe reaches underneath him, and squeezes the tip of his cock. Heat grips him around the balls, the hips, the waist. Everywhere.
‘I want to make love to you,’ he blurts out, finally – because that’s definitely true – but Joe laughs at him then and he thinks maybe Miss M is laughing at him too.
Only when she pulls at his body and gets him to turn around, her eyes are not frosty at all. They look warm with laughter, not mean. And she’s only smiling a little bit, anyway – not giggling at him like the stupid Piglet.
‘Why don’t you kiss me first?’ she says, and that’s so nice! Yes, he’d like to kiss her while she reaches down and strokes his too-stiff cock – even though the sudden wet feel of her tongue thrusting into his mouth almost makes him go off.
As does the creepy nasty feeling of Joe’s hand, shoving through his hair at the back. Almost pulling, but not quite. However, she then says, ‘You be nice, Joe.’
As she mouths along his jawline and fondles him in lots of places, eventually pushing him down until he’s flat on his back, staring up at her and Joe – who’s almost stopped tugging on his dick. It’s a good job though, really, because the thing is now totally hard and really red, and there’s already liquid leaking out of it.
For a second he closes his eyes, sure that said same stuff is going to drip onto his upturned face. But then he can feel her messing around with his cock, and he has to look at her, instead, as she rolls a condom down the length of him.
She does it like she really, really knows what she’s doing. Not like him, when that little model girl from Russia had said – just jerk off while you eat my pussy, OK? No sex.Because he’d taken too long with all those slippery bits of rubber.
But it was all right in the end though. She had made a lot of noise, when he licked back and forth over her clit, and she’d said lots of nice things like you’re much better at this than you should be.
He’d wanted to tell her that it’s because he always knows what to give people, but then she’d turned mad because of the come he’d gotten all over her sheets.
At least there’s no danger of making a mess here. Miss M has her thighs either side of his body, and she’s got hold of his covered prick, and suddenly she’s sliding down, down until he has to dig his nails into the pile of the carpet, and think of other things.
‘You’re doing reallywell,’ she says to him, but he can tell he is because he’s big and hard, and both of those things are making her look flushed and happy.
He can see through her sheer bra that her nipples have gone all stiff, and though she still seems restrained and calm, she’s moving up and down on him already.
Oh, it feels nice. And her moaning – her moaning feels nice too. Even Joe’s gasping feels nice, as he crouches over him and starts really jerking himself off. So close to his face too, which should be gross and yet somehow isn’t at all.
It’s all fine, when a wet pussy is sliding up and down his cock, and Miss M is telling him that it’s all right, it’s all right, just before she starts fucking him really hard.
Joe looks down at him with eyes that don’t seem quite as mean, and asks, ‘That feel good?’
Which seems friendly. He nods, and Joe grins, which seems even more friendly. So friendly that when Joe kind of tilts his hips and the head of his cock gets very close to Ben’s mouth, it doesn’t seem like much of a hardship to turn a bit, and stick his tongue out.
More than stick his tongue out, really. He licks the shiny tip, just a little bit, just to see what it tastes like, and then Miss M gasps his name and Joe’s thighs tremble helplessly, so he just has to do it again.
This time, when Joe asks, the question isn’t directed at Miss M.
‘Can I come on your face?’ he says, and it seems OK that his hips buck upwards, when Joe does so. That’s OK, right? It’d be nice, if they could all come together – surely?
But although he says yeah, it’s still kind of unexpected when Joe grunts and jerks forward and does it, right over his mouth. Some even gets inside, and it tastes salty and weird and almost exactly the way his own does, only this is much more exciting because it’s someone else’s. Someone else has come all over his face in this really rude way, while another person rides his cock in a lovely office where he’s supposed to be having a professional audition.
He’s not sure such thoughts are supposed to make him have an orgasm. But they do, anyway. His back arches right up off the floor and he has to kind of hold himself really stiff, because it’s so strong it almost hurts. And he knows he makes these really embarrassing noises too, all these grunts and hard sounds that make Joe giggle.
But Miss M doesn’t giggle. He’s pretty sure she’s coming too, because he can feel her pussy tightening around his cock in this great way, and she’s shaking all over and saying oh oh oh.
When he finally works up the courage to open his eyes, she looks very, very pleased with him. She’s all red and her lips are parted and she’s breathing hard, and when she runs her hands over his sweaty body, she does it like she appreciates him a whole lot.
It makes him fill up all over with warmth.
‘You can go now, Joe,’ she says, which makes him feel even warmer. ‘We’ll call you.’
Joe seems kind of mad about that, but he stands up and shoves his clothes on, and soon it’s just the pair of them, in her professional office with the nice blinds.
And then she leans over, and licksall the come up off his face. Actually licks it, all slow and deliberate and with her hand cupping his jaw.
‘Did you like that?’ she says, when he’s all clean again. He can’t remember the last time someone seemed so concerned with him liking things. But she must be sincere, because she helps him to stand up and takes off the condom and then – oh, even better. Then, she cleans his cock too.
Also with her mouth.
Of course he gets hard again – which she seems really pleased about – but she doesn’t seem to want to do anything more. Not yet, at least. Instead, she gives him this awesome fluffy robe and makes him sit down in the nice chair and brings him honey and lemon. Which is much nicer than the other girl and the Russian girl or even his manager, really.
‘Are you comfortable, Benjamin?’ she says, and he nods. Because that seems best. ‘Good.’
Which is nice, but he’s still squirming. He’s squirming now because of all that stuff, and what if ...?
‘Did I get the job?’ he says – probably in a rude way too. Now she’s going to be mad, because he’s not polite. ‘It’s just that – if I didn’t, I think my manager’s going to be angry. I mean, I almost sucked someone’s–’
He’s kind of glad that she cuts him off.
‘Your manager would be angry, that you did things you wanted to do?’
What does she mean? Of course he would be!
‘Well ... yeah.’
‘You did want to do them, didn’t you?’
He flushes red, but it still comes out in a funny breathy rush.
‘Yes.’
‘And you’d like to do more of it, with me?’
‘Uh ... maybe ... can I do it without telling him?’
But she just laughs, and looks away at some pictures she has on her big desk.
‘Don’t be silly, darling,’ she says. ‘Why would you have to not tell him anything? He’s not your manager any more.’
Which seems really odd, it does. Even though he knows exactly what she means, and goes weak behind his knees and thrillingly warm through his chest, before she explains it.
‘I’m your manager now. And I know you’re going to enjoy your career a whole lot more, with me at the helm. Don’t you think?’