I was getting pretty tired of my job here–cameraman for “Coed Cocksuckers.” Danny, the male “talent” and producer was a prick. And so fucking sleazy he felt like *the* paradigmatic porn producer stereotype. He had me come into the “office” at 8 AM today to set up a shoot. Now, it was 10 and he was nowhere to be found. Just as I was packing to walk out–*fuck this place*–there was a knock on the door.
Expecting to find Danny, I opened it with an exasperated look–ah, no, two young, hot girls. A blonde and a brunette. Both nearly a foot shorter than me. The blonde wore a short, tight, tan skirt and a white blouse. It was pulled taut around her obviously very large tits, showing the outline of a bra underneath. The brunette was in a simple, black dress and a denim jacket.
“Danny, right?” The blonde asked. “I’m Jessie! We spoke on the phone about the shoot for me and my friend, Lydia.” She grabbed the brunette’s hand as she introduced her.
I was still groggy–and pissed, about to walk off the job–when they mentioned Danny. I was about to tell them that he was a prick and had stood them up, but, wait. No, he didn’t. He’s right here.