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After making plans with Bridgett, the rest of the week went by pretty normally. At least for me anyway. I had another new girl to work with on wednesday, but she wasn't as perky or interesting. Sometimes new talent gets the wrong idea of what it's all about. They just sort of come in, lie down, spread their legs and just let me do all the work. They don't really get that there is a bit of theatrics that go into making a video, it's not just prostituting yourself for the internet. What's even worse is when they legitimately don't say anything or emote at all, and they just keep their eyes open the whole time, staring off at the wall. I've actually stopped shoots before when it's really obvious they're not into it. They get upset at first but then they quiet down when I mention they're still getting paid for the time.

On the flip side, there's also girls who emote too much. Most of the time they're faking it but that isn't always a bad thing. Like I said, there's a little bit of theatrics that goes into the job. But just like any other show, you've got your well rounded actors and your hammy actors. Some shoots take a ridiculous amount of willpower to keep my erection because the talent is just belting out generic 'OH YEAH BABY SO GOOD UH UH' phrases. There's some special, uncut footage for premium members on the site where you can see my face in a perpetual cringe.

Bridgett is one of the good ones though. She's the type who actually has fun with it, speaks up and has more genuine reactions. It helps that she's really cute too. Bunnies always tend to be cute and have the stamina for the work, but she's still stands out as having potential. I actually looked forward to meeting her again to share a little more of my story. I've had my interviews and questions about my history but Bridgett just had a certain something that made me want to open up. Share a little more than just the average cliffnotes version of my life. A few more days and a few more shoots and eventually Friday came around. I threw on my best, probably clean, grey T-shirt and some faded jeans and left my apartment to go see her.

The plan was to meet up at this coffee shop just a block away from my usual shooting location. Last month it was "Progressive Espresso" and the month before that it was a "Caroline's Coffee and Snacks." It was considered a somewhat cursed location because everyone who'd ever taken over had to shut down after a while from money trouble, bad advertising or just rotten luck. The worst one was when it was "Benny's Burgers and Shakes" and there was a bad gas leak. There was no giant fireball of meat and ice cream (which was incredibly disappointing), but there were some pretty mean lawsuits. Unsurprisingly, when I got there I discovered that it had changed again. Now it was a "Mrs. Maggie's Cakes and Bakes." I remember shaking my head and rolling my eyes because I'd really been hoping for it to turn into a chain like Pizza Barn. Not because I like Pizza Barn, I hate it. And I'd always been curious if the curse could spread through a chain and bring down a whole franchise.

Bridgett was sitting on the outside patio. We almost didn't recognize each other but thankfully she made the connection first and waved me down. Probably because I don't look that much different when I'm wearing clothes. Bridgett however, had an entirely different look than when we'd first met. The day of shoot, she'd just looked normal. Shirt. Pants. Shoes. Sexy underwear? You know, normal people clothes along with plain, straight hair. Today she was wearing a yellow sundress with curly hair. Looking at her made me think of pink lemonade. Warm colors, sweet flavor and I wouldn't mind holding in my lap on a hot day.

I took a seat across from her, noting the empty plate and crumbs sitting in front of her. Her fork still had bits of chocolate on it. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." I said, nodding my head towards her plate. Bridgett tilted her head for a second before realizing what I'd meant. She glanced down, then said

"Oh! Oh no, no I haven't been here that long, I was just..." She paused for a moment, tracing a finger along a small line of frosting leftover. "Hungry. Is all." She sucked the frosting off of her finger, but it looked more nervous than cute. She cleared her throat and shifted in her seat, not quite able to decide which leg she wanted to cross over. I raised an eyebrow. "Little bit anxious are we?" I said. Her ears were standing straight and rigid, swiveling slightly like she was listening for someone to tell her what to say next.

"No no, I'm totally fine, really. I don't have anything to be anxious about." Her tone changed pitch once or twice in that one sentence, but she didn't seem to think I'd noticed it. About then, a waitress had come up to the table. A very lean, slender squirrel carrying a dish with a slice of cake on it. "Your cake, miss? Oh and your friend is here, great! Are you ready to order or do you need a little time?" she said, setting the cake down in front of Bridgett. The color in her face seemed to go pale, but she forced a smile to be polite.

"Well it's my first time here, so I'll just have..." I glanced to Bridgett. She was looking at what I assumed was her second slice of cake with shame in her eyes. Like a kid who just broke a vase. I looked up to the waitress and said "I'll have a pink lemonade to start, if you have it." The waitress jotted it down in a small notepad and gave me a smile. "Certainly! I'll be right back with your drink and an extra menu for you." she said, and then turned away to walk back inside the restaurant. Meanwhile, Bridgett hadn't touched her cake, keeping her hands under the table and trying to look away from it. We were both quiet for a few seconds until she finally heaved a quiet "Dammit." under her breath and started eating.

"Okay, maybe." She started in between bites. "Maybe I'm a little nervous. I get a really mean sweet tooth when I'm nervous." She was eating it pretty quickly, nailing half of it after her first sentence. But she started to slow down and take a deep breath before taking another bite.

"If you don't mind me asking, what exactly has you so wound up?" She looked at me dead on with a bit of cake still stuffed in her cheek. After swallowing, she said "You mean besides the obvious?" Of course I knew what the obvious was, but she seemed to be so confident during her shoot less than a week ago, that it actually caught me off guard to see her flustered.

"Well we can certainly stop right here if you're uncomfortable. I wouldn't blame you if you felt this was a little weird." I offered. To even more surprise, Bridgett actually looked like she was considering it. But there was something else to it. Something I couldn't put my finger on. Considering the situation, it is pretty fuckin' weird to meet up for cake and coffee with a guy you just met, had sex with a week ago for money and who isn't your boyfriend. That sounds way too awkward to walk into willingly. That might have been all it was but I had a suspicion that she was nervous about more than just seeing me.

She set her fork down and took another breath, looking to me with a calm smile. She still seemed a bit stressed but at least she looked comfortable managing it now. "No, that's okay." she said, softly. "I really was looking forward to this, I'm a just a little on edge is all. It's been an interesting week since I last saw you." As soon as she finished, the waitress came by with the menu and my pink lemonade, setting both on the table. "Do you need anything else?" she asked. We both declined and she said she'd be back for my order in a bit, and we went back to our conversation.

"I hope it wasn't the bad kind of interesting." I said. Bridgett smiled inwardly and looked out at the street nearby. There was some average traffic that day, nothing too noisy. People walking up and down the sidewalks and chatting here and there. She brought her attention back to me, saying "No, nothing bad. Just... like I said. Interesting. And speaking of, I'd still like to hear a little more about you. Last time we left off after you'd made your first amateur video." She seemed quick to change the subject towards me, but I wasn't about to complain about it. I'd been thinking about where to pick up the story next. After Jesse, Sherri and myself submitted that video, we started making more amateur shoots between Jesse and me. It took a little convincing to let Sherri be our camera operator but she insisted so she could know exactly how she'd edit the video as she filmed it. Eventually we started getting enough major views and popularity that we got a professional offer to work exclusively with Bewmteub.com. Then we started getting paid, got better equipment, better quality and everything just fell into place from there as far as our amateur career went.

"Well I guess the next big milestone in my career was when Jesse and I split up." I said. Bridgett had a forkful of cake hovering just outside her mouth when she suddenly paused. She lowered it and said "Split up? What happened?" She looked concerned, but I waved it off. "Nah, not like that. It wasn't like we broke up or anything. Well. Actually we did, but it we both knew why it had to happen. Basically, as much as we liked performing together? We knew that if we wanted to go any further with it, we'd have to be willing to perform with other people.

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All three of us were sitting in a corner table at a Pizza Barn in town. Sherri had ordered a large pizza for the table and I was only one not eating it. Mostly because I think it tastes like someone put cheese and sauce on cardboard and put it in an industrial microwave until it all fuzed together. I didn't say no to the breadsticks though.

"So I think I have an idea of how we're gonna do this." Sherri said, tossing aside a pizza crust and setting her elbows on the table. "There's another editing guy I know. He works for a director who might be open for new talent, but there's no guarantee that he'll want you two paired together. At least not all the time. You're gonna have to be willing to take different dance partners." She said, reaching for another slice of pizza. I really can't understate how gross the pizza was, it was like a fly could land in the grease and be perfectly preserved for a few million years.

Jesse and I looked at each other, both of us feeling a little uneasy about the prospects. We had fun making videos and we both liked the attention. But the idea of going into the professional realm and working with someone else? It was a scary concept. Plus, we were in a phase of our lives where we thought we were in a relationship. I say "thought" we were in a relationship because... well I'll explain more later, but it's safe to say that at this point in time we were an item. And I'll admit, I really liked her. I would've been okay with just going out and having a normal life together, maybe even get married in the future and have this kinky hobby. But we both felt like this was something we wanted to do and that we could make it work. We'd be having sex with other people but we'd have the love between each other. Though I got to tell you, if you're going to go into this business? You'd better be single from the start or be incredibly well adjusted. Because no matter how much you think you can make something work, it's almost never going to work. For one reason or another.

But Jesse and I were confident. I remember our hands touching, looking deep into each other's eyes and telling ourselves we could handle it. The sincerity in Jesse's voice when we agreed just made me want to melt. She said "W-We can do it. S-sure, we might have to play with s-someone else here and th-there, but we'll s-still l-love eachother." Sherri rolled her eyes and kept eating the pizza. I think she could see what was coming but didn't want to spoil such a tender moment involving two people, lovingly committed to the idea of sharing their life together while touching other people's genitals for money. She wiped the grease from her fingers on her tanktop and snapped her fingers.

"Hey, lovebirds. Back to business. If you want to get in with this guy, you're gonna have to do an audition. I don't know much more than that, but I do know he's at least legit and a little bit of a hardass. If he tells you to get on top of or underneath somebody, you do it. Do it, and start juggling chainsaws because I hear he's hard to impress."

Jesse folded her hands under the table, leaning forward and tilting her head towards Sherri. "I don't kn-know Sherri, this is starting to sound like it might a l-l-little b-beyond us." She said. I won't lie, I was just as concerned. I mean sure, we'd pulled off some impressive stuff before, but that was just for strangers on the internet. To try and impress somebody in person was another, especially when that person sees it literally every day. But Sherri didn't seem that phased. A broad smile spread on her face and and she took another bite of pizza. "Yeah but think of it like this. If you guys can get through this? Then you're in. And I mean really in. If it doesn't work out, we stick to the amateur circuit and get a little more creative. We're not gonna suddenly decrease in skill or output if you don't get the job, you got nothing to lose." She said, chewing pizza in between words. Jesse's ears twitched, but she seemed genuinely satisfied by the answer.

"D-D-Decent point. Are y-y-you still okay with it Damien?" She asked. I should probably mention by now that most of the time I go by just 'DeeDee.' Mostly because I don't especially like my name. The whole thing is Damien Darian Dylls. My parents had a thing for alliteration. I guess I could go by DDD but that doesn't sound as good. Despite a small cringe in my eye from being referred to by name, I nodded my head. "I'm game if you are." I said. Sherri looked between the both of us, grinning and looking triumphant. She pulled out a flask from her pocket and opened it up. "I think that's grounds for a little celebrating. Who wants to hit up Plucky's with me, eh?" She took a sip from her flask and tried to offer it around. I gently pushed it back towards her. "How about no. How about I don't get blackout drunk again and wake up in a kitchen with a souffle and stumble into another career."

Sherri shrugged. "Well I imagine you'd probably still try to fuck the souffle, so I doubt that'd work out the same." she said. The three of us had a good laugh between us and started eating the rest of the pizza. Which I instantly regretted because I was so hyped about our prospects that I forgot the pizza was terrible. I am completely honest when I say that throughout my career, I have had to swallow things that I really didn't want to. But I'd take snowballing over ever tasting that shit in my mouth again.

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"Boy, you really hate Pizza Barn, don't you?" Bridgett said. She'd finished her cake and I'd ordered a slice of cherry pie, which I was about halfway done with. I gave her a stern glare and said "You don't know the half of it. Though I guess it might been because once, when I was 13? I ate 2 whole large ones by myself and got violently sick. Now I can't even look at it without seeing the pale blue color of my bathroom wall." I laughed to myself, taking another bite of pie when I noticed Bridgett continuously flicking her eyes towards the door. I'd also noticed that she was checking her phone every now and again and putting it away. She seemed distracted.

"I'm not being boring am I? Because I swear, it's gonna get juicy soon, I promise." I said. Bridgett snapped back to attention, giving me her full focus again. "Don't worry, I'm paying attention. Go on, keep going." I figured that maybe I was just reading too much into her at the time. Like maybe her nerves really had calmed down and something shiny was catching her eye here and there. A little voice in my head told me something might've been going on, but I chose to ignore and continue my story.

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We met with Sherri's friend in the front office of the studio, a Gecko named Sal. He was almost an exact visual opposite to Sherri. He was very thin and hunched over, wearing a black, button down shirt that he tucked into his slacks. Though he still had a very casual way of speaking and carrying himself. "Hey! You two are Sherri's, right? DD and Jesse? I've seen some of your work, good stuff. You might just have a shot with impressing Mr. Ogdren." He reached out to shake our hands, which we we both obliged. "N-Nice to meet you." Jesse said. I followed with a "Same here." Sal grabbed a clipboard off the front desk, flipping through a few pages and jotting down a few things. "You're here a little early, so why don't I show you around? Get an idea of Mr. Ogdren's looking for." He motioned for us to follow and took us through one of the doors marked "TALENT AND TECH ONLY." Jesse and I were holding hands tight, taking a deep breath and stepping through the doors together.

We stepped into what felt like a paradise for the two of us. Not just because there were good looking naked people walking around, but because the equipment was much higher end. They had teams working on cameras and sound, make-up artists, sets and lighting rigs. It was both impressive and daunting. Because while Jesse and I had done dozens of videos together, we were just having fun and banging out some urges. This all looked far more organized and well oiled. The talent looked pretty well oiled too, as far as I could tell. Sal pointed out a shoot that was already in progress. I got excited to see it until I saw that it was gay. Hardcore gay. A large, buff and intimidating black panther was balls deep inside a screaming otter, bent over a mockup of a restaurant kitchen. I started to wince, but the otter wasn't really screaming in pain. It was difficult, but I could hear him just barely saying 'MORE' inbetween his shouts. It's actually funny when I look back on how I reacted at the time. Since then I've done plenty of gay scenes with some really great guys. You get over it feeling weird once you realize sex is sex, whatever the other person's gender happens to be. Though I keep to the lightweight class, because you need to be built like a linebacker for the rough stuff.

While I tried not to look at them directly, Jesse was bewildered. It was almost like she was stoned and she was looking at pretty colors that sparkled in her vision. Except the one color was brutally fucking the other color while it begged the first color to pound it harder in the ass. It actually got me going a little to see her getting so entranced by it.

"I didn't know you were into this." I said. Jesse gave me a slight grin but kept her eyes on the action. "You don't r-read my f-f-fanfiction." She replied. The panther was slamming relentlessly on the otter, who was digging his fingers into the countertop and gritting his teeth like he was getting a limb chopped off. But all the thrusting apparently caused the counter to come loose from the set floor. For a few thrusts, the counter was continually scooting forward and nearly tipping over. There was a sudden "CUT, CUT STOP. THE COUNTER'S LOOSE AGAIN" The black panther paused for a second, looking down at where the counter had come loose from the base. It was about then that I realized Sal wasn't with us. He was up on the set walking up to the panther.

"Damn it all, I thought we had that fixed by now." Sal said. The panther started to slowly and carefully pull himself from the otter, his cock still standing erect once it was free. It was also completely fucking ridiculously huge and could not have been real in any reality where penises existed. It was like the shiny, black obelisk that foretold your doom if you ever saw it at eye level. The otter was catching his breath, easing himself off the counter and back down onto his feet. He looked exhausted, but the panther looked entirely unphased. He looked like he could parkour across the entire city end to end and not wear down.

"I think we should leave that in." The panther said. Sal put his thumb to his forehead, rubbing the space between his eyes. "Yeah, we may have to. I know the set guys damn near superglued that thing to floor. If you're still able to break it, then fuck it. Improvise something." Sal said. The otter was over by a foldout chair off set, drinking from a water bottle and holding what looked like an icepack underneath his tail. After a long chug of water, he gasped and then said "Whoa, before we go again, I need a break. Give me an hour and I'll be ready to go another round." Sal leaned in on the loose countertop, scooting it back and forth. "Y'know what, we've been at this all morning. I'm calling lunch break. Everybody take about a solid 3 hours to eat and recover and we'll take it from here. Leave the broken counter, we'll work it in somewhere." He clapped his hands and everybody around the set started to shuffle off into their own directions. The otter sat down on the ice pack in he chair and eased into it, letting out a audible sigh, while the panther followed Sal off the set. They were both walking towards us, which absolutely terrified me because every step the panther took the bigger he looked. Though Jesse was still practically drunk on the scene she'd been watching and was more than happy to see the panther up close.

I tried to keep my attention on Sal, and said "Y'know, the way you handle things, I would've thought you were the director here." Sal grinned and shrugged. "Well I'm actually hoping to be a director eventually and Mr. Ogdren trusts me to handle some of the simpler parts when he's busy." It took every fiber of my being not to look at the panther or his unreasonably enormous dong. But I couldn't keep that up when Sal decided to introduce us. "DD, Jesse, this is Mukanda. He's one of the bigger names in the hardcore genre and a regular in the studio." Mukanda towered over Jesse and me, with my ears only reaching the very base of his thick neck. The way his cock was positioned, he could probably impale me with it. He looked down at the two of us and smirked. "Good luck." He said. I couldn't tell if he was being sincere or mocking us. Mostly because he was like a giant black hole in the shape of absolute male perfection that sucked every ounce of confidence from my body. Jesse on the other hand looked more starstruck than intimidated. While I kept my eyes off Mukanda's pride, she kept her eyes firmly zeroed in. "C-can I touch it?" she blurted. It caught me off guard to hear her say that, but it didn't bother me that much on a personal level. I saw it more like a sideshow attraction where you can pet the world's most unfeasibly gigantic dick. Mukanda suddenly had a broad, fanged smile. It freaked me the hell out of me but I think to anyone else he just looked amused. "Yeah, go ahead." he said, his voice very deep and graveled, but with a hint of a smooth edge. Jesse didn't hesitate to reach out and place her hands on it. There was no chance of her getting her hands around the girth, even if she used both. She started tracing some of the dark veins, her mouth hanging open. "Whoa..." she said, sliding her hands up and down, slowly along the shaft. Mukanda turned his head to me and nodded towards her. "Hope this isn't making your boyfriend here uncomfortable." he said. I didn't even try to contain myself. I'm not ashamed to admit I went right off into a tangent about the size of his dick. "I'm just afraid it's gonna bite her if she touches it wrong. I mean seriously, what planet did you come from where penises grow that large. You could kill a man with that. I don't even know how your co-star over there can take it."

The otter was leaning back in his chair, but without looking over he shouted "YEARS OF INTENSE ANAL TRAINING." I leaned to the side to look around Mukanda, calling back "IS IT WORTH IT?" There was a moment where Jesse was still under Mukanda's monster cock magic and the otter was pondering his response. "MOST OF THE TIME, YES. WITH MUKANDA? IT'S LIKE TAKING A WARHEAD IN MY ASS." Apparently that was enough to get Jesse to laugh and I couldn't help smiling too. "BUT I GET PAID A LOT. SO. IT EVENS OUT." Mukanda chuckled under his breath and looked back to me. "Assuming you two pass the audition, I think you'll be allright here." He said. It still wigged me out slightly to hear him talk but at least I knew he was being reassuring now. And in the years to come, I'd actually be seeing a lot more of him. I wouldn't say we're friends necessarily, but we're both celebrities in our own divisions.

Mukanda pulled away from us, leaving Jesse a little sad, Like someone just took her toy away. "See you in a few hours." Sal said, Mukanda giving us a casual salute as he walked away. Sal turned back to us and said "Allright, your audition with Mr. Ogdren starts in just a few, so I'll take you to his office now." Jesse had snapped back to reality and turned to me. "R-right. I'm ready." Which was easy for her to say, she got to oggle the most impossible phallus in the universe. "Well considering I just watched live, gay porn, I'm about as ready as I'll ever be." I said. As we started following Sal, I couldn't help saying "Jesse, you. Might. Want to wash your hands first."

Sal let us in to Mr. Ogdren's office, which was almost a mini-studio in itself. A decent amount of space, a large casting couch and a few spots for cameras and lights. Although most of them were folded up in the corner. In the far corner of it all was two chairs in front of a desk, and a clydesdale horse that looked just an inch or so taller than Mukanda. The things I'd seen in my first porn studio really were not what I had assumed at this point. He was an incredibly thick built horse, with hands like meat clubs and a chest that could stop a train. "Mr. Ogdren sir, I have Damien Dylls and Jesse Briant here for an audition." Mr. Ogdren was just finishing typing something up on his computer and then turned his attention to us. He gave us both a quick one-over. He didn't look that impressed. "Allright. Both of you take a seat. Sal, you know what do." Sal nodded his head and turned to step out. But after taking another look at us, he stopped him. "Hey Sal, is this a couple I'm looking at?" Jesse and I didn't quite know how to feel about him talking about us like that. "Yes sir. I sent you a link with a few of their top rated videos." Ogdren turned back to his computer muttering something like "That's what that was?" Until he finally addressed Sal again. "Allright. Dismissed." Sal nodded and slipped out the door, leaving us alone with Ogdren. It was awkwardly quiet and neither of us wanted to break the silence. It got worse when Ogdren started watching some of their videos, skipping around, replaying certain segments and occasionally making typing something, then returning to the video.

Eventually he startled us by swiveling in his chair and getting right to the questions. "Why are you here?" The question was sharp and succinct. As if there was only one right answer and only he knew what it was. Jesse was getting nervous, but I kept my eyes locked with Ogdren's. I was just as nervous but I didn't break eye contact. While that probably helped, he was still waiting for an answer. The first thought that came to me was because it's fun. but I was certain that wouldn't cut it. My second thought was to say that we were good at it. But that sounded too arrogant. My final thought was to simply tell the truth. Ogdren glanced over to his computer and then back to us. "Well?" he asked.

I pulled back from the stare and tried to look as relaxed as possible. Then I said "Because we both get off on the idea of people watching us fuck and we'd like to have it recorded in higher quality while we're still young and get paid to do it." Jesse shot a look at me like she couldn't believe I'd said that, but quickly reeled it back when she processed it and realized that was all pretty much true.

Ogdren didn't have any recognizable feelings in either direction at first. Eventually he leaned back and said "Reasonable answer. Next question. What makes you special?"

That one was going to be trickier. It really started to sink in that there was a business aspect to all this. Getting paid for views and ad space on a free porn site was different than having to sell physical recordings or subscriptions. I tried to think of an answer but Jesse stepped up for this one. "In our amateur work, we a-always played up the couple f-factor. We introduced ourselves, we talked, we had a f-f-friend who did our camerawork and editing and we tried to d-do something different with each new v-v-video." She looked over to me and both of us instinctively smiled at one another. Ogdren had pulled up the list of our videos on his computer, browsing through a few.

"I can see what you mean. And you two do have some chemistry, I'll give you that." He turned to face us, wearing a stern expression. "I have to warn you. Being exclusively a pair can be difficult in this industry. Will you be willing to work with other talent?" Jesse and I had thought about that question plenty. We both answered "Yes" in near unison. Ogdren seemed almost satisfied, but followed it up with "Good, but let me rephrase that. Can you work with with other talent separately?" We thought that we could maybe get away with always being together during shoots, where we'd still be together but playing with other talents or other couples. However we knew we'd sometimes have to split up as individuals. It took a split second longer but we both still said "Yes."

Ogdren nodded and said "Good. I hope you two can keep that attitude. Because for the audition, you're both going to be working with an individual talent that I've picked out for you. That means you're working with them, not each other. Understand? You'll also be separated from eachother. From what I've seen of your work up till now, you do just fine as a pair. I need to see what you can do on your own." Jesse and I had a brief splinter of panic run through us, but we didn't let it show. Ogdren pointed to Jesse. "And you're going first." That splinter of panic became a lightning bolt through Jesse. I could tell she was freaking out internally. Both of us knew this was coming but we didn't think it would happen this soon. There was a knock on the door and Ogdren called for Sal to come in.

Sal stepped in the door, bringing two other people with him. The first was a cheetah. A fairly built guy with a good physique and a well kept golden coat with shiny black spots. He was wearing a white tank with tight bicycle shorts. The way they fit made his package stand out, shaping a slight outline of his shaft. The other was a panda, and a very stacked one at that. Her breasts had to be D's at the least, ready to burst from her form-sitting t-shirt. And her ass was barely contained beneath her way-too-short-shorts. My panic levels were rising too, mostly because I'd never really handled a female with such ample features. Ogdren pointed to the two new talents. "This is Oliver. Oliver, you're working with Jesse here and you'll be going first. And this is Ailee, you'll be working with Damien and you'll be going second."

Jesse and I shared a look of worry. But even though we were both a little uneasy about getting into it with strangers, we were still confident that we could do it. And if it didn't work out, we could always go back to the way we were before. Except by the end of the day, that wasn't going to be option. Because as soon as we started that audition, we were about to see where our relationship really stood, and why we had to end it.