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We're Fucked Up at the Start
Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: July 21st, 2009


“Hi Fred, how’s it going?” She asked as she reached out for a hug.

“Fine, how are you doing?” I reply, and finish the hug.

It was Brandi, the line producer on this project. She was beautiful, not a knock out beauty queen but she had a ‘girl next door’ thing going and it drove me wild. She was the one that gave the go ahead to hire me. It was said she saw a confidence in me during my interview despite me being told by my friends that I exude a total lack of any. It was odd that she was hugging me on set; I mean we were almost complete strangers.

“I’m doing great, you excited? First day on set as the big and powerful AD?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Well then I have some bad news, all our PA’s quit and since your like third string AD, you’re expendable.” She said, not with a smile on her face, not like she was enjoying it, she just delivered it as a professional.

“Awww. Seriously?” I asked, only half sincere. I really didn’t give a shit about my position, I mean an AD position would have been nice but at least I have my name on this project somewhere.

“Yeah, ‘fraid so.”

“That’s cool, it’s whatever. So you got a task for me right now?”

“As a matter of fact...can you move those bricks from the backyard and set them up here? We need to fake a barbell set up with car jacks but the ones we have don’t do high enough, we need to raise ‘em up.”

“Cool, alright, I’ll get on it.”

“Great, thanks.”

So I moved the bricks from the back into the garage and stacked them up. Showing extra initiative I put the jacks on the bricks.

The next thing I heard was, “We got bigger jacks, can somebody get these bricks outta here?!”

So, without being asked I moved the bricks back to the backyard.

The menial tasks continued like that through to lunch. If I wasn’t breaking my back I was sitting around twiddling my thumbs, I hated both.

At lunch, I sat alone as all the crews were cliquey and having no crew of my own I was the kid eating lunch alone in the school cafeteria.

“Fred, could you take a second and help with something upstairs?”

“Sure,”

I set my plate down and my drink and ran upstairs and stood in as B camera got a shot framed.

I returned to my lunch a few minutes later, shooting was about to start though so I had to finish quickly. I gulped down the last of my soda and went back to work.

A half and hour into the second half of the shoot I started to feel incredibly woozy but it was strange; like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I passed out on the floor of the living room.

 

When I woke up, there was a group of people around me.

“Are you okay?” Brandi asked, she was among the group.

I said yes but by the looks on their faces it was completely incoherent. Perhaps I wasn’t fine.

I babbled on continuously.

“I’m gonna take him home,”

Someone agreed at that being a good idea.

She hoisted my arm around hers and we walked out to her car, I looked at her face once and a sly, wide smile came across it. As soon as I was seated in her car, I passed out again.

 

When I woke up this time, I was on something very comfortable; a bed I thought and it was but it wasn’t in my house...I had never seen this house in my life.

“Feeling better?”

“A little I guess,”

“At least you can talk again, I didn’t expect that to happen.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.”

I let it go because I was still out of it and not processing things correctly.

“So where am I?”

“My house,” Brandi replied.

“Wuh, well what am I doing here?”

“You’re here to do anything I ask.” She was so matter of fact in her delivery. Not happy, not angry, just like it was a business and I was her employee.

“Like what?”

“Um, well, today was a hot day and my pussy is all sweaty and gross, I need you to clean up in there.”

“Okay,”

“Really, no fearfulness of my position of power, no hesitance?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“Because this is something I’ve been dying to do, I’ve been single for a long time, all my life actually, and I’ve been dying to do that to a woman.”

“Well lets find out how much you like it then!” She seemed a little upset.

She ascended the bed and I smiled as I saw her perfect body coming quickly toward me.

Her pussy in my face I began my work, licking inside her perfectly clean clit. She fingered herself as I worked, I was in no state to properly pleasure her like this.

“Okay, pussy licker,” she said between moans, “Lets see if you like this,”

She spun around and sat on my face.

“Keep licking fucker!”

I didn’t need a command to do so.

Then it happened.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

“Ahhh, man; I’ve been holding that one back all day. You still like this kind of ‘work’ my dear boy?”

I continued licking, now with more passion and ferocity. I sniffed her terrible fart with passion and eagerness. It was thick and so potent but I loved every second of it.

Everything happened at once, she farted another big fart and as her fingering intensified she came and I just licked up her juices and sniffed her farts from her greasy, sweaty ass.

She collapsed on to me in ecstasy.

I passed out, feeling woozy again.

 

When I woke up I felt a pleasant pressure on my cock. I stirred and Brandi revealed herself from a position near my pelvis. It was gooey all around me, I guess I had came to her oral work...a feat I did not think possible while asleep but then what did I know.

“Welcome back,”

“Thanks, I guess.” Her face was wet with sweat and God knows what else.

“How does I nice guy like you stay single for so long?”

“Beats me.”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Sure.”

“I like you the most out of any of my marks.”

“I guess that’s a good thing.”

“It is; I’m sorry about farting on you. I wanted you to not like me in a way, I think, I wanted you to hate it and hate me.”

I stayed quiet, didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to admit my fetish although it may had been the best time. I figured it was best left unsaid.

“You do like me, don’t you?”

“I do. I’ve liked you since the moment I saw you at Starbucks for our interview.”

She smiled and lied down next to me, our eyes meeting.

“I like you too,” she said, and flicked my nose.

She snuggled up with me and I put my arm around her.

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