The Missing Fluffer

"And, action!"

Tina held her breath as they came together on the bed, her pulse quickening. His cock was long and hard as it speared the young woman who writhed, calling out as he filled her. Pulling back, she saw how his cock glistened, making her wet as she watched.

From behind the production crew moving around, Tina watched them doing their jobs with practiced efficiency as the exaggerated sex sounds rolled across the studio.

She admired the smooth movements of the two camera people as they captured the various angles and action taking place in front of them. The young woman standing behind them, wearing large headphones and carrying a long boom microphone, kept her eyes open to prevent any collisions.

The director leaned forward on his obligatory folding canvas chair. It even had his name stenciled on the back canvas strap. She smiled to herself, shaking her head.

She imagined one day sitting in a chair like that, directing a movie. From a young age, that had always been her life's dream, and she was working as hard as possible to bring that dream to reality. That's why she was there, in this room, watching two people who barely knew each other fuck while others filmed them.

"Okay guys, doing great. Let's switch that up to cowgirl. Maria, go wild as you ride him. I want to see those babies bouncing. Steven, you need to be sideways... no, not that way! Shit! Do I have to get up there and do it myself?"

After a few more acerbic instructions from the director, Maria was once again impaled on the oversized young man below her. She sat on him, waiting for instructions. Tina couldn't help being impressed by Maria's effortless mounting of the long, thick cock.

"And, action!"

Maria bounced lewdly, her prodigious tits bouncing wildly as she rode the man. One camera moved around, focusing on where they joined, as the other panned back, taking in the two of them.

Occasional comments from the director guided the actors to move differently or to change positions, as well as suggestions about their expressions and noises they made. Tina noted the professionalism in the room. Everyone there had their tasks and worked hard to do the best they could. They knew what was at stake.

It took little to lose a job around here. There was a long line of people who were waiting to snatch up an open position in the adult film industry, which was a stepping stone to mainstream movies. She hoped that's where all this led.

A few days before, she'd almost experienced that reality firsthand. If it hadn't been for the director, Paul, surprising everyone for sticking up for Tina, she would have been out on her ass, and out of a job.

Who knew that stupid bed was falling apart? She wondered if the camera caught the looks on the actors' faces as they tumbled when the headboard fell backward. That should make the blooper reel!

If it hadn't been so serious, it would have been hilarious. What wasn't funny was Brandon's red face, inches from hers, screaming about how incompetent she was. Without Paul stepping in and calming him down, it would have been all over for Tina.

Complaining about the money lost by not finishing on time, Brandon yelled she had one more chance before storming out of the room.

True, Tina's job entailed ensuring that all preparations were in order for seamless shoots. That was her domain. But seriously, who checks if a bed is wobbly?

From now on, she would, she told herself. That, and a hundred other details she wouldn't let herself forget. She vowed to be the best production assistant Brandon had ever seen.

Because if she didn't, then he would fire her, and that might mean the end of her fledgling career in the movie business. Not yet a year out of university, she and her husband were keenly aware of how lucky they were to land jobs here.

As one aspect of her mind ticked off her mental checklist of details that needed attention, another, deeper part watched the two actors.

A twinge between her legs as the man thrust against the woman's backside stirred up memories. Memories best forgotten, but would never go away.

The actor's hair was just like that one guy she had known. The way his muscles strained on his arms and chest, the cords of his neck standing out as he slammed into Maria sent shivers through her, igniting memories of laying on her back, seeing him over her, pounding away as she writhed against him.

It was one of so many nights that she'd hung out with that crowd. The exclusive group you heard about, but never could be part of. Managing to get an invitation by giving that guy the best blowjob she could, Tina had brought her boyfriend into it with her. The sex was outrageous, satisfying her every perverted, wicked and just plain nasty urge and impulse.

Gus had taken part, but remained hesitant. Oh, but Tina dove in headfirst, as if into a sea of flesh. All those dicks, taking her, filling her in both ends. There were plenty of soft, juicy girls to keep him happy while she got plowed over and over. Being surrounded by the small crowd of onlookers brought on the most intense orgasms of her life.

She remembered one night, when out of the corner of her eye, she'd seen Gus on the couch nearby. That cute redhead rode him as he watched Tina getting fucked. He had that look in his eyes she didn't understand then, but learned the meaning of later, and all the problems that came with it.

She shook her head, fearing she'd made a noise. She looked around, but no one had noticed her. Knowing the danger she faced if she let those desires resurface, she focused on the job at hand.

On the bed, the two actors changed positions. Maria was standing, her hands pressed against the wall, her cute ass thrust back. He was behind her, fucking her so hard she squeaked each thrust.

From where Tina stood, she could see his wet cock sliding inside the busty woman. Wetness flooded her, and she worried her slacks would have a stain. She loved getting fucked from behind, pressed to the wall.

How many times had men taken her this way? She'd never looked back, loving the anonymity of closing her eyes as someone, anyone, screwed her. Feeling some stranger's cum shooting deep inside her always drove her over the top.

For a moment, and not for the first time, she wondered if she should be up there, being filmed screwing whoever was scheduled that day. She wouldn't care who he was.

But no, she did care. She'd been through this before. Paid the price. Tina vowed to not screw up again. Not like the times before. Gus would never allow it, and he was everything to her.

Thankfully, the shoot was almost done, only the big money shot left to do. They would wrap it up, then make the room ready for the afternoon filming.

Several minutes later, the handsome man who was still making Tina wet came all over the Latina's face and bouncing tits. She made a big show of loving it, even scooping up a glob of cum and licking it off her finger.

"Cut! Okay, excellent job. Let's get this out to editing. Thanks, everyone." The director stood and looked around, smiling. With professional ease, the people moved about the room, performing their tasks with the alacrity of experienced professionals who had done this countless times before.

The male actor took a towel and handed it to the woman, then got one and wiped his face. He bent over and kissed the girl on her cheek, smiling at her. They exchanged a few words, then parted. As she left to clean up, he walked by Tina, still naked and sporting a semi that drew her eyes as it swung with each step.

He nodded to her as he passed. "Thanks, Tina. Everything went perfect!"

Surprised, she struggled to find her words for a moment. "Uh... you're welcome," was the best she could do as he strode out through the door.

She shook her head, knowing she couldn't let herself go there. That led to things she didn't want to face.

Not again.

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"Come on, we're gonna be late!"

Tina hurried to gather her things as her husband swept his coat from the chair, causing his briefcase to fall to the floor. Muttering, he bent and grabbed it, then threw open the front door.

Gray sunlight streamed into the drab apartment, filtered by the ubiquitous leaden smog that covered the city.

"I'm coming!" she danced on one foot, pulling her sandal onto the other. Her short skirt swayed around her shapely legs as she moved, getting in her way.

"We can't be late again. Brandon will shit, and we'll be out of a job!" She watched her husband walk out the door, loving the way his wide shoulders tapered to his slim waist, and how his pants hugged his ass. The time they both spent in the gym after work was paying off.

"I know, I know," she said as she blew a stray strand of brown hair from her face. She located her backpack and jacket, grabbed them and followed her husband out onto the rickety landing.

She prayed the door would close this time as she yanked it behind her. It bounced off the warped frame, causing the knob to scratch her hand. She grunted and looked at where a small drop of blood welled up on the side of her finger.

Gus was halfway down the stairs, fishing the keys out of his pocket. Tina felt the old landing shake with each step he took.

"Dammit! I swear, one day this place is going to collapse into a pile of termite-infested splinters." She leaned in and pulled the door shut, lifting the handle so it would actually close, and was relieved when the latch clicked.

"Not like there's much to steal in there, anyway." She turned and headed down the stairs, sucking on her wounded finger.

Gus was in the car, and it coughed to life as she climbed into the passenger seat, shutting the door before the cloud of exhaust could get in. "I can't stand this shithole of an apartment," she said as she fastened her seat belt before he backed out.

He sighed, nodding as he looked over his shoulder. "At least the car started this time."

"Will wonders never cease?" she asked, her eyes rolling. She turned to her husband, noting how his recent haircut gave him a rakish look. That, coupled with his green eyes and handsome face, made him an attractive young man.

People had complimented them before on their looks. Gus' tall, trim build went well with Tina's brown eyes, modest curves and natural beauty. This combination had helped them in their fledgling career in the movie industry, and also in their past.

They drove down the street, then took the entrance onto the Hollywood freeway, merging into the sluggish traffic. "I think I saw the landlord as we left."

"How did he look?"

Gus grimaced. "He flipped me off."

"Wonderful." She shook her head and looked at the dreary landscape slowly sliding by her side window.

"What's the shoot today?" She tried to remember if she'd gotten everything coordinated for the day's work. She reached down and pulled her backpack onto her lap, then started rummaging through it, looking for her notes.

"If I remember, it's one of the simple ones. You're out in the Shed, just a bedroom scene with Buster, Amber and Maria. I think they only need about twenty minutes of footage. It's a filler for the website."

"Wait, Buster is in it?" She looked at him, her brows raised high on her forehead.

Sensing the quick change in her mood, Gus glanced at her as he drove down the crowded freeway. "Yeah, didn't you know that?"

"No! Crap!"

"What's wrong?"

She sighed and fell back into her seat. Just how the hell was she going to figure this out? "Buster is really particular. I wasn't planning for him. Wasn't it supposed to be Doug?"

"I think it was. Before we left yesterday, I heard something about him not being available. They got hold of Buster, and he's gonna fill in."

"Well, shit, I wish I knew. Buster's a good guy, but he has... certain requirements that only a couple of fluffers do for him."

"Damn, I forgot about that. Who do you have scheduled to fluff?"

Tina paused, then took out her notes. Finding the page she wanted, her finger drifted down as she read. "I've got Crystal." She sat and thought. "Yeah, I think that'll work. She should be able to help him."

Sighing as she looked out the window. "I'm on probation. One more fuck up, and I'm out."

"We can't afford that."

"Don't you think I know that?" She scowled at her husband. "I didn't know that bed was gonna collapse." She turned to look outside. "And now Brandon is crawling all over my ass, looking for a reason to throw me out."

Gus reached over and patted her knee, noting how her skirt rode up, exposing several inches of creamy thigh. His fingers traced along the familiar skin as his eyes flicked over her tight blouse. Her modest breasts swayed as the car bounced over a rough patch in the road.

"You can do this," he said, squeezing her thigh and glancing at what he thought was the most beautiful face he'd ever seen.

"I have to."

He nodded as they drove. "Yeah."

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After a few miles, they got off the freeway and pulled into a large parking lot, passing under the sign proclaiming the name 'Lively Entertainment'. They parked, gathered their things, and headed into the building.

Lively Entertainment focused on rapidly producing a wide variety of adult videos for their website. Their successful business model of selling subscriptions to viewers to watch full-length videos, enticing them with free, short versions.

It also forced the makers of said videos to produce them quickly and on a tight budget. Time was of the essence, and there was no tolerance for delays in production. The stress level could be unbearable, but Tina and Gus were rapidly learning the film business, and hoped to make the leap into mainstream movies after a few years.

Occasionally greeting people they knew, they passed through the sea of cubicles in the main building, then exited out the back. Across the small rear parking lot was an old, dilapidated warehouse with the company name and logo painted on the side in bright red and white paint.

The long warehouse, also known affectionately as the Shed, had several sectioned-off and sound-proofed filming studios. Each studio featured a bed or couch, resembling different rooms in high-end houses. To prevent the frequently published videos from looking like they had been filmed in the same locations, which they were, they rearranged the drapes and furnishings to add variety.

"Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence!" Brandon's gruff voice said as Tina followed Gus inside.

"Hi, Brandon," she said as she walked over to his desk, off to the side. On the wall were several clipboards hanging from nails, with the names of the various rooms in the Shed above them. She looked for the one for her shoot and plucked it.

Gus waved, then headed off. As the logistics coordinator, his job was to ensure that everything that was needed by the actors and crew was available and ready. It meant that he was always moving around, checking in on the shoots and ensuring that all went well, and helping in any way he could.

"Are you aware of the cast change for today?" Brandon asked with an edge to his voice.

"Yes!" she replied testily, then paused, taking a quick breath. In a calmer voice, she said, "Buster's on this shoot. I got it, don't worry."

"Well, you better! You have four hours to get all the shots finished. We've got the room this afternoon for Tami to do hers. If you're not finished with everything by then, don't bother coming back."

"Jeez, Brandon! I'll get it done!" She smiled, her lightly tapping foot hidden from his view by his desk. She steadied herself, knowing this was the third shoot she was in charge of, and she couldn't afford to mess it up. Tina and Gus would be in serious trouble without both of their meager paychecks.

Brandon leaned forward and stared hard at her, his bushy brows furrowing over his dark eyes. "I know you two graduated from that swanky university across town." He pointed a finger right at her. "I also know you're up to your eyeballs in student debt. Do you know how many punk kids there are like you looking for jobs every day? All trying to be the next big Hollywood director." He sneered at her.

She held his eye, trying desperately not to show her anxiety in front of the imposing man who literally held her and her husband's careers in his large, rough hands.

"So don't fuck this up! There's no more do-overs here." He gazed at her for a moment, then asked, "Got that?"

She nodded and looked right back at him, summoning all her courage. "Yes, Brandon. Don't worry. We'll get it done, and it'll be great. Trust me!" She smiled what she hoped was a confident smile.

Brandon grumbled, then picked up the phone and stabbed at the numbers, moving on to the next tongue-lashing he was so famous for. She clutched the clipboard and hurried away to the area where her shoot was about to happen.

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She took one last look at her notes, then breathed deep. The actors and support personnel stood in a semicircle in front of her.

"Okay, here's what they want," Tina said as she read the script summary. "Amber and Maria," she looked at the two topless girls, noting the large, natural breasts on Maria and remembered her from the previous shoot. Gus had mentioned how her boobs moved when she fucked, and she could understand his attraction. Amber was thinner, with smaller boobs, but had an attractive face. He'd commented on her spectacular ass more than once, and she had to agree.

"It starts with you two on the bed. It'll be standard girl-on-girl stuff. Here's the dialog and general background scenario." She handed out a few sheets to the actors.

"Basically, you're roommates who get it on. Amber, you'll mention that your boyfriend will be over in a bit to do you. Once you get going, we'll have Buster enter and you ask him to join you guys. You can make it up from there. Just be sure to get off nice and loud.

"The director," she glanced at the man talking to someone a few feet away, "Paul, will let you know exactly what he wants. He's a good guy, so listen to him, and it'll turn out great."

She paused and looked at Buster, who stood there smiling. He was clad only in tight shorts, his muscular chest bare. "We need to get the cum shot, so be sure to let them know when you're close." He nodded, always the professional. She knew he was a rock-solid performer with a large and dependable dick.

"You guys got it?" Tina asked, looking around. "Excellent! Let's do this and make some bucks, and remember to have fun doing it, too!" Smiling faces beamed back at her, and they moved away to prepare for the shoot. The girls and other support people entered the studio and closed the door.

She looked down again at her clipboard and made a few notes as Buster turned and tapped her shoulder. She smiled at him. "What's up?"

"Um," he began, almost bashfully. He grinned at her in a way that could only be called 'boyish'. Tina fought a sudden urge to hug him, as if he needed some reassurance.

That grin, so very similar to Gus', stirred a memory from years ago. The night her sorority had admitted her. The night she met Gus. The night she and Gus first made love.

If you could call fucking on a thin mat in the corner of the sorority house living room making love. She had been one of twelve pledges, all hoping to get through their tasks and gain membership.

In what Tina later thought was surprisingly cliche, each pledge had to engage in two sexual acts with a pledge from their brother fraternity. The mistress of her sorority pulled a card from a bowl with the assigned act written on it. They ranged from masturbation to full penetration, with the required position.

Most of the other girls' cards were oral sex or hand jobs. A few drew penetration, and she tingled at the sounds of them fucking in the corner. Tina's first card was sex in the missionary position. They led her and a tall, handsome pledge to a mat in the living room corner. It offered a little privacy, but was visible to those that cared to come closer and look.