The Gaffer
Porn sets aren't all fun and games. Except when they are.
Just a little cliché porn story here to tide you over until I can actually finish the sequel for Spotty or Nevada. Fun fact - the main character of this is based on a real gaffer I worked with once. (for reference, a gaffer is one who supervises the lighting on a film set)
James, or Johnson, as he was known on this set, stepped out of the bedroom. He walked down the hallway, turned the corner next to the marble staircase, and headed out to the balcony overlooking the valley. Resting one of his big black paws on the railing, he rummaged through his pocket for a pack of smokes.
"Remind me why I got in this industry, again," he muttered to himself, shoving a cigarette between his lips, and lashing his long feline tail back and forth. "All this work, and somebody's just gonna jack off to this shit."
He heard the crash and the blood-curdling scream of the "barely legal" porn star all the way from the balcony. He tossed his cigarette over the edge, grumbled, and then shuffled his way inside.
The "director" - a sheepish looking dalmatian - was on his hands and knees trying to pick up the light stand that had gotten tipped over. The fox was laying on the bed, spread eagle, and the wolf standing above her still had most of his hardon.
"Prick, what did I tell you earlier?"
The director looked up, an immense amount of fear immediately visible in his eyes. "Uh.. Oh... You told me not to--not to touch your shit."
"And what are you doing?"
"I... I'm sorry." The dog stood up, brushing off his hands, and walked back to his camera, tail between his legs.
"Bro, just don't do it again. When other people touch my shit, it gets fucked up. Okay?" the panther said, bending down to pick up the fallen light. "Bulb's blown and everything. Alright, gimmie a minute, I'll go get some spares."
As he turned to leave the room, he heard an incredibly obvious stage whisper from the wolf - "God, the nerve of some people."
James turned around and stomped back in. "What did you just say?" he said coldly, stepping right up to the wolf.
"I'm just saying, that could have fallen on me. Then you'd be in some big trouble."
"You're telling me that could have fallen on you. That light up there," he pointed up at the spot where the light should be suspended. "Well, Einstein, what were you doing under it?"
"I'm not trying to start an argument here, I'm just trying to work for everyone's safety here," the wolf said, shooting a concerned glance back at the fox on the bed.
She giggled in response, and he looked slightly miffed that she was unimpressed by his gesture.
"Oh, Sandy, right?" Johnson asked to the fox.
"Yeah?" she replied back, tucking her tail between her legs and sitting up in bed.
"What was he doing under my light?"
"He was leaning on it while he took off his pants."
The wolf shot her a dirty look.
Johnson turned back to the wolf. "So, you were standing under my light, and you were leaning on the stand. So you're the one who broke my light. We've got a little rule here in the biz." He turned to the dalmatian, who was pretending to busy himself with his camera. "Isn't that right, Dan?"
The dalmatian looked up, eyes wide, ears flat against his head. "Oh, you don't mean..."
"Yes, yes I do, dog. There's this old tradition that if you break somebody's gear, or you get splooge on a camera, or you do something gross, you owe that person a blowjob. Started out as a way for fucked up old directors to get the scarlets to give 'em a little action. But fuck, man, it stuck."
The wolf looked appalled. "So you're going to ask this beautiful fox who has done nothing wrong to perform a sexual act on you? You're awful."
Johnson just chuckled. "Not exactly," he said, undoing his belt. "She's hot and all, but no, you're the one who fucked up my light."
The wolf backed up a few paces, falling backwards onto the bed. "Oh god... No, I swear, I'm not gay. Really." He held up his paws in protest. "I don't do guys."
The panther's fingers undid the button of his jeans. "I'm not asking you to do anything. Just open that muzzle."
"This is outrageous!" the wolf said, looking over to the director for support. The director, however, had his vision fixed on an invisible spot on his lens he was pretending to clean.
"Open wide, wolfy," Johnson said in a sultry tone of voice, letting his jeans fall open a bit and reaching into his boxer briefs to pull out his cock, already half-hard.
The wolf looked from the fox to the dalmatian, and seeing the lack of empathy from either one (the fox even had a devilish grin on her face), he sighed and opened his muzzle slowly.
Johnson wasted no time in sliding his hardening cock over the wolf's long tongue. Seeing the wolf close his eyes and fold his ears back just made the picture absolutely complete.
He put his hand on the back of the wolf's head, and began to thrust himself back and forth, feeling the wolf's tongue naturally lick at his cock. "Mmm... been a while since I've had this done, wolf."
The wolf opened his eyes and looked up at Johnson, a pitifully submissive look in his eyes. Johnson only responded in quickening his thrusting a little, placing a paw on the back of the wolf's head to pull the muzzle down onto his cock. He purred and swished his tail back and forth.
Sandy was enjoying herself too, having let her tail drop again, and was beginning to rub her clit as she watched the formerly overbearing wolf be taken like the sub he apparently was.
Johnson continued to thrust away, feeling the wolf's soft moans vibrate through his cock. He put a second paw on the back of the wolf's head, stroking his soft-gray ears with big black-furred thumbs. The wolf moaned more.
The dalmatian was looking too. Somehow no longer transfixed by his camera, he was standing, muzzle agape, watching the passionate blowjob (with a little bit of a bulge in his pants).
The wolf wrapped his paws around the big cat's hips, holding on tightly as he began to move his head back and forth with Johnson's thrusts. He felt the thrusts getting quicker, and looked up to see the cat's muzzle turned up towards the ceiling, eyes closed. He felt the big black paws on his head tighten up, and he closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of seed filling his muzzle.
Johnson had to work to keep standing up straight, panting and grunting as he slowly pulled his cock from the wolf's muzzle, which was dripping a bit at the edges.
Sandy dug her toes into the bed, arching her back and yelping out loudly as the sight of the two males brought her to orgasm. The director's hand was firmly entrenched in his pants as well.
Johnson turned, seeing the sight of the rest of the room either in states of post-orgasmic bliss, or incredible sexual frustration, and tucked himself back into his underwear.
"I'll just go get that bulb now. Nobody touch my shit while I'm gone."