Dressed for Pleasure

by D. L. Savage

  With a muffled whimper, I felt my whole body tense and clench as I toppled right over the edge, clamping my lips tight around his cock and screwing my eyes closed as I began to cum, hard – way harder than I ever had before, my little prick pulsing and throbbing between my legs, yet still kept tight and snug.

  Before I’d even finished, I felt the stranger’s body tense too, his already huge cock swelling even larger my mouth. He let out a cry as his dick flooded my mouth and throat with hot creamy cum, and I kept my lips clamped tight around his shaft, sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing, loving the feeling of it throbbing with each fresh blast of cum, gulping it all back until every last drop was gone.

  Then, without even a pause, I pushed myself back to my feet, dusting off my hands before gathering up my things.

  “Woah, wait a second!” he laughed, pushing himself up once more onto his elbows and staring at me in surprise, shielding his eyes from the glare. “You’re going? Just like that?”

  “Uh huh,” I replied, a naughty smile tugging at the corners of my gooey lips. “But don’t worry,” I added. “I have a feeling we’ll see each other again ...”

  Easy Money

  1

  “I give up,” Shawna said, slamming the lid of her laptop closed, a scowl of frustration flashing across her pretty features. “There’s nothing, Aiden. How the hell are we gonna make rent?”

  “Beats me,” I sighed, dejectedly carrying my bowl of noodles over to the couch to join her. This whole month, it felt like we’d been living in a gloomy fog of disappointment, and it quite didn’t feel like the best time to break it to her that it was the last packet of ramen in the cupboard, so instead I just offered out the bowl to her and said, “You wanna share?”

  “I’ve lost my appetite,” she sighed. “You’d think that in a city as big as this, there’d be something we could do for work, right?”

  I totally shared her frustration. It was so fucking depressing. We’d spent almost all the money we’d carefully saved on the deposit and two month’s rent on this shit hole of an apartment. And now our time was running out. The only positive thing about our whole damn experience in the city so far was that we’d been able to hop onto our neighbor’s Wi-Fi for free, but I knew that if we didn’t find jobs soon, then we’d both have to go back home to our folks with our tails between our legs.

  It was even worse for Shawna than me. After all the crap that had gone down when she’d come out as lesbian to them just before she left, I knew they weren’t exactly on the best speaking terms right now.

  I let out another sigh.

  It was supposed to be an adventure. When we graduated from high school – just a few months ago, but it felt like an eternity now – we were both so excited to get away from the stupid, judgmental small town we’d grown up in. Shawna and I had been best friends for years, always doing everything together. Some people had suspected we were an item, and truth was, I didn’t really mind them thinking that. After all, Shawna was super hot - slim and blonde, with curves in all the right places and a cute pixie face; basically everything I ever wanted in a girl - and on some level I guess I’d always had a crush on her. But the whole time I’d known her, she’d only been into girls, and I knew there was no point in even trying to make a move on her, so our friendship had stayed platonic this whole time. We were just BFFs.

  “”C’mon, you’d better eat something,” I urged, handing her the last half of the noodles, then reaching out and grabbing her laptop from where it lay next on the couch, next to her.

  “Seriously, don’t waste your time,” she groaned, nodding to the screen as it opened up on the page job vacancies site she’d been scouring. “There’s fucking nothing ... At least nothing that either of us idiots are qualified for.”

  And even though I knew she was probably right – after all, I’d been searching hard too, and not just online either, both of us trawling the city day after day handing in our resumes in every damn café and store under the sun – I still wanted to give it another shot. After all, what else could I do?

  After scanning the listings for a while, I opened a new tab, and this time, on a whim, I typed in Craigslist. I knew deep down that the kinds of jobs I’d find on there weren’t exactly the classiest or even the most legal, and some of them would be downright skeezy and disgusting, but still. Desperate times called for desperate measures, right?

  So as Shawna began slurping up the rest of the noodles, I began scanning down the long list of job subcategories: accounting, admin, education, engineering ... feeling my hopes diminish by the second. Because truth was, neither of us were particularly well qualified. Sure, Shawna was smart, but with all her troubles at home, she hadn’t put much time into her schoolwork that whole last year of high school, while I had even less of an excuse. I’d just hated the place and always felt like exams and essays weren’t the fairest way to assess a person’s skills and intelligence.

  And so here I was, scraping the barrel. As I scanned right to the bottom of the Jobs column, I saw the term ‘temp jobs’ and the categories there looked a little more inviting. There was even one called Creative.

  Now that was more my style! The only subjects I’d ever had any fun in at school were always on the creative end of the spectrum – acting, art, even music – and I felt my hopes rising just a little as the page of vacancies opened up on the screen.

  But of course, the truth slowly dawned on me. Because it turned out that what ‘creative’ really meant was porn. Student girls wanted for adult shoots ... Will buy sexy pictures of Females! ($400!) ... Large breasted amateurs needed ...

  Once again, I felt my hopes come crashing down around me, and I was about to close the browser, when a slightly more ambiguous title caught my eye.

  Easy Money.

  That was all it said.

  I shot a glance at Shawna, who was still finishing up the last of the noodles, slurping the final strands between her naturally plump lips, then clicked on the ad and began to read:

  Best friends wanted for part time job. Easy money guaranteed for the right candidates. Get in touch for more information.

  “Hey, Shawna,” I said tentatively. “I think I might have found something ...”

  I passed her the laptop, watching as her big blue eyes flicked across the text, then her mouth curled into a sarcastic smile.

  “You know this is porn, right?” she said, arching an eyebrow at me.

  “It doesn’t say that,” I replied. “All it says is ...”

  “It’s obvious,” she interrupted. “Best friends wanted? What else would they want them for? It’s probably some gross dude somewhere who likes to watch pretty girls make out with each other!”

  “C’mon, it could be anything,” I said, but deep down knowing it was a pretty weak argument. She was probably right. But something stopped me from clicking off the page. And again I read the ad back through, desperately trying to glean more information from the sparse paragraph of text.

  “Don’t tell me you’re actually gonna reply!” Shawna laughed.

  “I might,” I ventured tentatively. “I mean, I can send a message at least and find out for sure?”

  “Whatever,” she shrugged, rolling her eyes. “But you’re totally wasting your time.”

  And even though I knew she was probably right, I decided to give it a shot anyway. After all, we were broke as shit, we were best friends, and easy money was exactly what we needed right now ...

  2

  I woke late the next morning. Shawna and I had stayed up, binge watching stupid videos on YouTube late into the night, and from the bright sunlight that was streaming through the tiny windows of my room, I guessed it must already be about midday.

  My stomach let out a loud gurgle, and I was reminded all over again that we had literally nothing left in the cupboards. I lay in bed for a little while, trying to mentally calculate how much we had left of the dwindling savings that we’d pooled together when we first got here, and guessed that we w
ere probably down to our last fifty dollars.

  Then I pushed myself out of bed, threw on yesterday’s t-shirt and boxer shorts, before padding through to the main room of the apartment, which doubled as both the kitchen and living room.

  To my surprise, Shawna was already up wearing a smart black dress instead of her usual yoga pants and baggy sweatshirt. What’s more it looked like she’d been out to that fancy bakery on our block, the one we always passed but never went in, because there on the counter was a plate piled high with gleaming, delicious looking pastries.

  “I was about to go wake you,” she said, flashing me a grin, the first I’d seen from her in God knows how long. “Grab something to eat and then take a shower, buddy. Because we need to be leaving in like forty minutes. And dress smart!”

  “Uh, have I missed something?” I said, totally puzzled, as I reached out and took one of the pastries. “Where are we going?”

  “To our audition, silly,” she replied, her excited smile getting bigger. “Easy money, remember? Well, we got a reply!”

  She nodded at the laptop, which was sitting open on the kitchen counter, and I raced over to see. Sure enough, there was a reply to the message I’d sent through Craigslist:

  Hi Aiden, thank you for your enquiry. We certainly are looking for best friends of all ages and genders to star in a new web based reality show. Why don’t you come down to our studios tomorrow at midday and I can give you a little more information about what we do here? I think it would be better to explain it all in person ...

  I quickly scanned through the rest of the short message, which was signed off by a guy called Michael, trying to find out more information, but the whole thing was still frustratingly vague. But he had included an address – which Shawna had already typed into a separate tab on Google Maps – and I saw that their studio was in an area I wasn’t too familiar with, kinda near the old factory district.

  “So you think it’s legit?” I said, as I took a bite of my Danish. “It could still be porn ...”

  “Well, why don’t we go along and find out?” she shot back. “It’s better than nothing!”

  To be honest, I was glad she’d changed her tune from last night; it was definitely way better to have the old, upbeat Shawna back again than the gloomy girl I’d spent the last couple of months whit. And I just hoped that it was something legit.

  I quickly gobbled down the rest of my pastry, then raced towards the shower, my own excitement rising as I started to daydream about Shawna and I becoming reality TV stars. We’d always joked about what we’d be like if we were famous.

  Had our luck finally changed after all?

  3

  Just over an hour later, we found ourselves on the sunny sidewalk outside the address, staring up at the nondescript white building. It was pretty wide and looked like it had maybe two or three floors, but at the same time, something about it seemed off. I guess when I thought of ‘studios’ I was imagining some bustling lot, full of excitement and activity, while this just looked like a regular office building in a pretty quite part of the city.

  “Do we actually have instructions on where to go when we get in there?” I asked Shawna nervously.

  “Yeah, it was all in the message, dumbass” she shot back, acting so cool and nonchalant, like she went for auditions for shows every damn day of the week. “We just need to go to ring the buzzer and ask for Michael.”

  “And you’re sure we have the right address?” I asked.

  “Chill,” Shawna grinned at me. “This is it, I’m positive. Now come on, otherwise we’ll be late ...”

  And with that, she strode confidently towards the small black doorway and jammed her thumb on the buzzer while I paced nervously behind her. There was a short pause, and then we heard a woman’s voice say, “Hello?”

  “Hey!” Shawna replied in her brightest, chattiest voice. “We’re here for the audition? We were told to ask for Michael?”

  “Oh, cool, yeah, I’ll send him right down,” came the reply.

  “See?” Shawna said, turning to me and giving me a told-you-so expression. “Nothing to get your panties all bunched up over. Michael will be right down!”

  I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, wondering why I was quite so worked up in the first place. I guess it was partly because I’d never had an audition for anything before, and also because I knew a lot was riding on this. It simply had to work out, otherwise we’d both be heading home before the week was out.

  Just then, we heard the sound of the door mechanism clicking and whirring and a second later it swung open. I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting Michael to look like, but the muscular, tattooed hipster dude, with thick black beard, torn skinny jeans and chunky black plastic framed glasses certainly wasn’t it.

  “Hey,” he grinned, giving Shawna a friendly smile before turning his attention to me, his big dark eyes quickly taking me in from head to toe. “Let me guess, you’re the BFFs that replied to my ad, right?”

  “Sure are,” Shawna said a little too eagerly, her chill evaporating somewhat, showing that maybe she was actually a little nervous after all, despite her bluster. “I’m Shawna, and this is Aiden.”

  “Well, kids,” he said, “in that case, follow me.”

  As he turned to head back inside, a part of me wondered again how legit this whole thing was, even how safe we were. But as Shawna raced in after him, all I could do was follow, taking a final deep breath then stepping into that strange white building, closing the door gingerly behind me ...

  4

  As we made our way up the stairs, I could feel my heart pounding. I still had no idea what to expect and it seemed like Michael wasn’t in any hurry to explain what our audition would entail. As we reached the first floor, he held open a door for us and we stepped into a large open plan office area, where a few other people seemed to be working at computers.

  For a moment, I thought it might be some kind of tech start up company or something, but when I caught a glimpse of a nearby computer screen – which seemed to be playing porn – I felt my stomach vault.

  There were no noises, as the girl working at the terminal had a pair of headphones on as she stared intently at her computer screen, where a young couple lying on a bed in just their underwear, making out. There were video editing tools open on the screen too, and it looked like she was busy cutting the scene together.

  “My office is just over here,” Michael said, indicating a door at the far side of the room.

  I shot a nervous glance at Shawna, wondering if she’d seen also worked out this was some kind of adult studio, knowing she’d freak out if she did, but to my surprise she still seemed blissfully unaware still, a big enthusiastic smile plastered to her face as we made our way towards Michael’s office, stepping inside, as he closed the door behind us.

  “Take a seat,” he said, gesturing to the leather couch opposite his desk, while he went and sat down there.

  I glanced around the room – it was painted white and there was a pot plant in one corner and a few framed abstract art prints on the walls, in other words, just a pretty standard, modern office.

  “So I suppose I should tell you a little more about what we do here,” he began, once Shawna and I had sat down on the couch. “We’re a company called Private Passions, and I guess you could say we operate a pretty unique business model, making what you might call specialist content, which we share with our subscribers at a premium rate.”

  I felt Shawna bristle next to me, and I didn’t dare look at her, instead keeping my eyes firmly trained on Michael, as he sat confidently behind his desk, hands folded, his dark eyes framed by those big black plastic glasses.

  “So what are you saying?” Shawna blurted out, her voice high and tense. “That you make porn?”

  “Not at all,” he replied calmly, like he’d heard this question many times before. “What we make are very unique web based TV shows that cater to a certain audience. And if that audience happens to get off
on them, then who are we to judge ...”

  At this, Shawna interrupted.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, pushing herself to her feet, “but I’m afraid I’m not interested in making those kinds of movies.”

  “I can understand your concerns,” Michael continued, giving her a reassuring smile. “But I really suggest you hear me out, because I promise, this is nothing like a regular porn studio ... and you’d stand to make a lot of money.”

  I heard Shawna sigh, folding her arms defensively across her chest. She’d always thought porn was disgusting, ever since she’d found her dad’s stash of extreme hardcore German DVDs, back when she’d been thirteen.

  I really thought she would tell him to go to hell and storm out of the office, but to my surprise, she slowly lowered herself down onto the couch again, pushing her hands between her knees as she continued to listen.

  “As I said,” Michael continued, “we offer some pretty unique content, to a very select audience. You see, people are getting bored of the same old movies – things they can see anywhere. And so what we do here at Private Passions is offer them an alternative. Something real. Something unfiltered. Unscripted. Something they couldn’t see anywhere else ...”

  He paused for a moment, his words hanging in the air, as we both waited in silence for him to continue.

  “One of our most popular shows is called BFF Dare. That’s the one I’d like you both to take part in. It’s our most popular export and I guess you could say it works kind of like a game show, where you’d have the chance to win some serious money. Of course how much money you’d take home would depend on what you were willing to do. Now I’m not talking about nudity or anything like that. It would all be psychological. We’d ask you as series of increasingly personal questions, and you’d have to answer honestly, or of course you could take a forfeit ...”