Measuring up: part 1 of four - Sex Stories

Measuring up: part 1 of four

... imagine doing it with her ever again.' I spat venom. 'How fucking old are you, Geoff?' 'Forty-eight. What's that got...' At least he was younger than my dad would have been. At least I hadn't blown someone older than my fucking dead dad. 'Then start acting your age!' To help regain my composure, I breathed deeply, spoke again only after a suitably pregnant pause. 'Now listen to me! It's simple. I stripped naked and sucked your cock. That's all I did. It was purely functional, a professional necessity. It meant nothing.' His blubbering response was immediate. 'Maybe not to you, but to me...' 'Geoff! Get a fucking grip!' 'The things you said to me, Sal, and the way you looked into my eyes! Surely...' 'But, Geoff, I didn't. I spoke to the camera, looked into the camera. You were simply holding the camera, filming it through your eyes, so our subjects would see it as though through theirs. As though the cock poking into the bottom of the shot was their cock. As in a...' I tried to lighten the moment, 'a first person shooter? Remember your gaming joke? First person shooter? That was really rather good.' 'I don't believe you! It was real to you! The way you held me; the way your tongue worked on me... You could not have faked that stuff!' I was emphatic, though hopefully without appearing cruel. 'Trust me, I faked it. We were out of budget, remember? We needed specific stimulation for our subjects and our film will provide that. Okay? Now, please, never mention it again!' With his ...

... bottom lip quivering, he nodded reluctantly, tears suddenly dripping from his bloodshot eyes. 'Okay.' * Another Monday morning meeting. Geoff had the decency to treat me as though I'd never sucked him off. Pam had the decency to pretend she didn't know he'd cum in my mouth. For my part, I had the decency to turn up. Though Christ knows I needed the money, I had considered simply throwing in the towel, but showed up because without me, they were both screwed. However, Pam's opening shots assassinated my selflessness, had me screaming and heading for the door. 'No way! No fucking way!' She emptied another clip into me. 'Come on, Sal, you're the only one here who can do it.' I clasped my forehead. 'Listen! I have two degrees. Two fucking degrees. Psychology and Business. No way am I standing on a street corner holding a fucking clipboard.' 'Honey,' as usual, Pam's voice sounded unfortunately patronising, 'a canvasser is a skilled role, one of the most important in the whole process. Someone has to do it and the budget's long gone. Remember?' I proffered a violent V sign. 'No!' While shaking her mousy head, she took my obscene gesture and morphed it into a number, as only a fucking accountant could. 'Look, honey, we all have two degrees here. And Geoff's are both Masters, aren't they Geoff, love?' Ever since they'd sat in as I'd edited the blow-job video, Pam and Geoff had grown somewhat uncomfortably close. My fellow porn star nodded. 'They are, Pam, love. They are. History and ...