Job Interview
Job Interview
How the hell did I get here?
Mark had responded to the ad, entering the building after waiting 10 minutes in his car, torn between shame and the need of money. After his empty pockets had prevailed, the young fox had entered the small building. The Hard Work Studios had been established only 2 months before and, by the look of it, Hard Work executives didn't believe it'd be a successful business. The sign on the top of the door was almost new, unlike the rest of the building, which looked almost like a warehouse, a square single-floored building with a flat roof. Being located in the rural area, a few kilometres away from the city, that was probably true until 3 or 4 months before. There was even a shutter for trucks that had been covered with planks, in an effort to hide its past.
The inside of the building had been completely renewed, new walls had been built and painted as there still were a few stains of paint in the corners. Now all the inside showed a glossy light blue, almost as if cellophane had been wrapped on the walls and even on the furniture. It looked like a cheap way to try to look professional, though it was a clearly unsuccessful effort.
As he entered the building, an high pitched voice greeted him. "Welcome to Hard Work Studios, where we make your dreams come true." A young female squirrel was smiling at him, chanting the crappy company's motto in a falsely happy way, from behind a counter. The fox stopped in his tracks, blushing heavily at the sudden reception. The hall was a small square room which had only two doors and a counter for the receptionist with a synthetic plant in a vase. Mark took a deep breath and then approached the counter.
"H-Hello, I'm here for the ad..." he said, handing the piece of newspaper to the squirrel woman and trying to use the fewest words possible. She looked superficially at the paper, then shifted her eyes on him, more interested in scrutinizing the young male.
He felt deeply embarrassed, as if he was naked in front of her.
"Sure, just hand me the examinations and fill this" she said, handing him a form. He quickly filled it, worried that it asked if he was married and/or engaged.
"Thanks, you can take a seat through that door." she said kindly, pointing him towards a door on his left.
He thanked her and then headed through the door, his fluffy tail between his legs in shame. Inside there were leather couches on the left and the front side of the room. On the right side there was a door with an old sign that read "Offices".
Probably it isn't Hard Work's.
He looked around. Three people were sitting on the couches. Mark didn't even glance at them, walking fast to the nearest spot on the left couch.
Mark was frantically tapping a foot on the ground, producing a rhythmic sound that echoed through the waiting room. The young fox looked at the advertisement he had cut off a newspaper.
"Hard Work Studios is looking for healthy people of both sexes to cover various roles inside the filming branch. There are job roles both provisional and permanent. Medical reports required."
Hard Work Studios, a branch of Hard Work Company. The most famous company of adult entertainment in all the continent was looking for people to give them a job. Mark needed the money. Badly. He was studying medicine at the university and his parents weren't able to fully cover his bills, even as they worked as much as they could. That's why he spent a whole month trying to get a part-time job anywhere, before finding the ad.
The young fox was scared, his tail flicking left and right erratically nervous. He took the ad in his hands, almost analysing it in an effort of pushing away his nervousness. This only made things worse.
The ad was for the filming branch, which meant that probably the job roles were for porn actors and actresses. The fact that they were looking for healthy people strengthened this thought.
Maybe they're also looking for warehouse workers or janitors or something like that
He tried to convince himself by repeating "That's entirely possible" in his mind as a sort of anti-porn mantra. Besides, the ad was very vague as it didn't say how much they were going to be paid. The best would have been a part-time job without him getting filmed, like a janitor or truck driver or something like that. Maybe that was too much of a hope. Who would hire a janitor part-time? However, the fox would have taken also a full-time job, as long as it was not film-related.
I'll listen to their offer and if I don't like it I can always go away, he thought, calming himself a bit.
After a long, relaxing breath he started to examine the other applicants. One was a muscled horse, who looked rather relaxed, laying on the couch as if this was a day like any other. He was wearing a tight green T-shirt that stretched around his muscles, also revealing the two little nubs on his chest.
Holy shit!
Between his legs, the jeans had a huge bulge, uselessly trying to hide his package. Mark's heart raced as he felt embarrassment tearing his stare away from the well endowed guy.
Another applicant was a female dark furred cat, who was sitting beside the lying horse. She had purple dyed hair which contrasted against the dark grey fur of her body. As his stare went down, he couldn't help but gulp at the sight of the huge two breasts on her chest, barely contained by the skimpy white top.
Those must be at least a D, he thought, a little aroused.
His gaze went down further only to discover another bulge between her legs. Or better hir legs. Not as big as the horse's, still clearly visible through her skirt.
A hermaphrodite
Since until 30 years before, hermaphrodites were being surgically treated immediately after birth to match their parents wishes, but now it was rather common to see new porn flicks starring them, opening a new category of films.
Feeling his gaze over hir, the hermaphrodite snorted at him, crossing hir legs to hide hir bulge. The fox faked a cough and looked away, blushing in shame.
The last applicant looked a lot like him. He was also a fox, but he had black fur while Mark had the more common red. The black furred guy looked almost as nervous as Mark, who was getting more relaxed by the sight of him. He looked like a normal guy, even skinnier than the red fox and probably a few inches smaller. He was wearing a casual T-shirt and a pair of comfy trousers. Mark also had a pair of similar trousers, but since this was a job interview he decided to wear a slightly formal shirt.
And he's not packing big artillery, Mark thought checking the other fox's pants.
Being the other applicant a lot like him, Mark gained self-confidence as he felt no more alone in that scary room.
A tapping sound of heels on linoleum interrupted his thoughts, making him lose the newly gained confidence. After a few seconds, a woman entered the room through the "Offices" door. She was stunningly beautiful. She was a cat like the herm, but completely female from head to toes. Her brown curly hair flowed freely, resting on her shoulders. Mark guessed that she couldn't possibly be older than 25. Her fur was a very light grey that looked almost white. Even if dressed in an office suit, her slender figure displayed enticingly the curves of her breasts and her bottom. Her shoes were common office shoes, not high-heeled ones as Mark had imagined.
"Welcome to Hard Work Studios, I think you're all here for the ad, right?" she asked at the small crowd.
Everyone nodded in reply, varyingly sure of their answer.
"Good. I'm Emily, now if the first follows me, we can start the audition."
The horse stood up and followed her through the door, as Mark's blood froze in his veins. Audition. She had just said it. This job interview was not to become a janitor. Those who crossed the threshold of that door would have been tested on their ability to arouse an audience as they fucked a woman senseless.
Wait... what if it's not a woman?
Mark became scared, the last thought clearly not helping. As he began panting nervously, he planted his hands on his knees to stand up.
I'm going away
He stopped halfway up, noticing how the other two applicants didn't budge. Then, the reason he was there made him fall back on the couch. He needed the money, no matter what. He had to pay the university bills one way or another and the deadline was only a month away. The red fox swore at himself for what he had said to his parents on the phone a week before.
"It's okay, I found an ad for a job. I should be able to get it." Why didn't I check?
Mark didn't know what kind of company Hard Work was. At first, he had thought they were an hardware store company, but after checking the internet, the truth became clear. An adult company. And he had said to his parents he was going to get a job there.
Well, now I'm here. Hell, I even went through the medical exams
He blushed a little at the thought, remembering his embarrassment during the examination and the badly hidden repulsed look the doctor gave him throughout all of it.
He tried to calm down a little. Nervousness had always been a problem since he was at university. He was studying medicine, which took all of his free time away, leaving him with tons of books to study for every exam. Moreover, his anatomical knowledge of genitals made him even more embarrassed.
The red fox was now panting nervously, wheezing loudly and worrying the other applicants.
"Excuse me, are you okay?" the black fox asked him timidly.
Mark looked at him, his face showing a mix of fear and mental pain.
"Y...Yeah,... I just need to cool off a bit." he replied to the kind question.
As soon as he spoke, the horse walked in angrily from the "office" door and went out the other one.
The light furred cat's head appeared through the door. "Sorry you couldn't make it. Next!" she called.
Trying to healing his wounded pride, Mark stood up, simultaneously with the black fox. "E-Excuse me... where is the bathroom?... I-I'm not feeling well." the red fox asked the cat.
A compassionate expression appeared on the girl's face. "First time, huh?" She asked.
Mark nodded, fearing that he would throw up if he spoke another word.
"Follow me." she said, indicating him the "Offices" door.
He walked to her, trembling visibly. He was ashamed, but right now he didn't care. The trembling fox just wanted to get to some water, to cool his body and spirit. He followed her through the door, while she helped sustaining him, his balance impaired. He had felt like that only once before, and he knew and remembered, even with his clouded mind, what he had to do.
As they reached the bathroom, the girl helped him to the sink.
"Are you feeling better?" she asked worriedly.
He turned the knob, making water run out of the faucet and down the drain. Mark then placed his head under the water flow, soaking his head with the cold water.
Then he went out of the stream and nodded at her.
"I'm... better now, thanks." he replied, slowly regaining his wits.
Her worried look relaxed in a relieved one.
"Happy to hear that. Now, I'm sorry I can't tend to you, but the others are waiting, so, if you don't mind..." she said, waiting for his approval.
He nodded smiling. "Of course, please go. I'll be fine, thanks for the help."
She went out of the bathroom, waving goodbye to him.
He replied with a smile, until she was out of sight. Then, his smile turned sad.
I've not even started and I might be already out
His eyes got wet at the thought. He was about to disappoint his parents. He would have asked them for more money, which meant they would probably sell something to get them. He would... He would...
*Splash*
He threw his head under the faucet again, draining his worries once again. No, he wasn't done. Mark Gilroy still had a chance. Moreover, who wouldn't get nervous by trying to get in a porn flick? He couldn't be the first they'd ever seen. Relieved by this thoughts, Mark turned off the knob, then took a few paper napkins to dry his fur. As the cold sensations faded, he noticed an acidic taste in his mouth.
He ran immediately in the only stall, leaning himself over the toilet, sure he was about to throw up. The red fox remained there, knelt down on the clean floor, his muzzle over the clean toilet, panting deeply.
Minutes passed, yet no sign of throwing up showed. When he felt his strength coming back, he lifted himself off of his knees, turned around and sat on the toilet, heavily breathing. Nervousness always had that destructive effect on him. The young student suspected stress to be the cause of it, but never checked it with a medic in fear of the alternative diagnosis.
He sat there, panting deeply, trying to calm his body down from the intense sensation. His muzzle was tingling, an effect of the hyperventilation. He looked around in search of something usable as a bag. Except for napkins, there was nothing like that, and in his current state, he couldn't even think of folding the paper in a sort of a bag, much less do it.
It's ok , I just have to calm down.
It had already happened once, right before an oral exam at the university. But now, there was no one who could help him. The fox tried to slow his breathing, holding his breath shortly between one and the next. In a few minutes, his snout stopped tingling and his breath took on a more normal rhythm.
Rolling his eyes and head upwards, Mark sighed. No way he could do it. Just thinking about the possibility caused a panic attack, what would have the actual audition caused?
A knock on the stall's door startled him.
"Hey, are you ok in there?"
Mark recognized the voice. It was Emily, the cat girl who accompanied him to the bathroom.
"Y-yeah, I just need a minute." he replied, his voice stuttering.
"Can I come in?" she asked.
Why?, he thought, but at the same time his mouth said "Yes".
After a moment, the handle of the stall turned and the door opened. There she was, beautiful as before even if she had taken off the jacket and was now wearing only the blouse that was under it.
She's hot.
The fox hadn't noticed before, focused on remaining conscious, but the cat was probably the sexiest woman he had ever seen. Even though her hair were a little messier than before and she faintly reeked of sweat, she was still the hottest woman ever, in his mind.
"How are you?" she asked with a kind smile.
"I'm fine, thank you." he answered, smiling back at her.
"Glad to hear that." she said. "So... do you think you can make it?"
As she said those words, his stomach clenched. Fucking? In front of a camera? No way.
He shook his head left and right, ashamed, then lowered his head to gaze at the ground between his feet. A sad expression came on her muzzle. Then a wicked smile cracked her lips.
"What if I give you a... private audition? You up to it?" she asked seductively.
His ears perked up at the proposal.
"You mean-" he said turning his head upwards to look at her.
He stopped as he saw that the girl had bent forward, so that now her cleavage was plainly visible from his position.
The fox gulped in arousal. Her tits were not very big, but they had a good shape, round and compact.
"-here?" he finished, with a small aroused pant.
She nodded, eyeing at him teasingly.
No. Come on, say it. No
He blushed. "Well... I...I...ok."
Mark couldn't believe he had just said that.
She grinned and then began to unbutton her blouse. She did this slowly, teasing him with the slow movement of her hands. As she noticed the little tenting in his pants, she sat down on his lap, her blouse and her legs now fully open.
"Let's see what you're packing." she said, putting her hands at work with his belt.
No wait stop, I changed my mind. That's what he wanted to say, but the only sound that got out of his lips was an excited moan. As soon as she freed it from the pants and the boxer shorts, his red prick popped out, already a little moist. It was standing out 8 centimetres from the sheath, about half of its full length.
"That better not be all of it." the cat said, sneering at him.
A challenging grin opened on his muzzle, showing her all of his fangs.
Why are you smiling like that?
The rational part of his mind could now only assist, helplessly powerless. His body was moving on its own accord as his left hand moved up and started groping at her breast, trying to arouse her. His effort was greeted with a startled yelp from the cat.
Her mouth opened and gave a consenting and excited whimper as he started to give a tentative lick at one of her breasts. With the growing excitement, both of them began breathing increasingly louder. His rod pushed out another few centimetres from its furry shelter and began spurting a few drops of pre, wetting itself and staining her belly.
She stopped for a moment to stand up and remove her pink damp panties, then sat back on his lap.
The experienced cat grabbed his dick gently with a hand and began caressing it, male moans giving her feedback. The fox stopped licking at her breasts and pushed his muzzle over one nipple, freeing it from the bra, then breathing teasingly on it once before burying it in his hungry mouth. Fluids, both hers and his, began dripping between their groins and in the toilet water.
"I'm so wet. I need you in me, now." she whispered in his ear, arousing him more.
He stopped suckling at her breasts and leaned backwards to give her more room.
This is crazy, said his rational mind, but his body couldn't or didn't want to listen to it.
She lifted herself, aligning her wet pussy with the tip of his throbbing tip, leaning herself onto it. The simple contact with her outer lips made him shudder as his penis shot out another glob of pre that smeared on her love entrance.
"Are you... already close?" she asked, disappointed and panting.
They stood there for a couple of seconds and then he acted. The male grabbed her thighs and began to push her down, taking charge. As her walls parted she couldn't help but hug him as tight as she could. Slowly he buried himself to the hilt, making her shiver as his tip poked at her cervix.
Lost in the pleasure, she began grinding her waist on him, making both nearer to their orgasms.
His body decided this wasn't enough as his hands began to lift her up and down his length, helped by her legs. With each thrust, orgasm approached in waves increasingly stronger. The female moaned loudly as she felt her own orgasm rapidly approaching.
Then, she felt it. As they fucked, his knot started to swell, making it harder for her to take it in. After a few more thrust, he couldn't get it in anymore.
"I...I love canines and their knots." she said smiling and leaning herself with most of her weight on the knot.
Her lips began to stretch wider, trying to swallow the beautiful round piece of red meat.
In a flash of reason, he tried to stop her. "Wait *pant* what if you...?"
He couldn't say it. So he mimicked it by waving his hands around her belly in a round shape.
She smiled, amused. "Don't be...ahn... silly. I'm on the pill."
Porn actress, remember? Stupid me.
As soon as she said it, her lips reunited embracing his knot and locking them together. As soon as he was inside, his orgasm overwhelmed him. His dick and balls contracted as he shot the first spurt of semen into her, coating her walls in white.
As she felt it, she climaxed too, clenching herself intensely around him, with both her pussy and her arms, and buried her snout into the back of his neck. He also hugged her tightly.
With each shot of semen shot into her pussy and sterile womb, their pleasure renewed, both of them now moaning.
After a few spurts, white drops could clearly be heard falling into the toilet water, staining it with white gooey islands.
They stayed there, locked together and panting, trying to recover from the intense feeling.
"So... how *pant* did I go?" he asked with a mesmerized smile.
"How did it go, Ray?" she said.
Wha... Ray?
A male voice answered his thought. "It was good, I think we can use this." said Ray, the raccoon that was also the only director working for the company.
Confused and scared, Mark looked around himself, his muzzle blushed in a mix of shame and terror. This was no ordinary bathroom stall. With his mind fogged he didn't notice, but there were holes smartly cut in the walls to allow cameras, outside of the stall, to film through them. There was even a camera on the ceiling, pointing straight at him.
How did I not notice that?
Seeing his expression and understanding his thought, Emily tried to reassure him, giving him a tender kiss. "Sorry for deceiving you, but since only four people showed up and one of them wasn't good enough, we had to test you. Hope you don't mind."
His lips moved quietly. His body wanted to speak, but his mind couldn't think of what to say.
"I-It's ok." he said, after a few seconds.
"Ah-hem" Ray interrupted them.
"As soon as you lovebirds are done, we can discuss affairs, ok?" he said, retrieving one of the cameras and walking out of the bathroom.
Mark nodded with a dumb smile, his face still red.
"What did he mean?" she asked, trying to get off of him.
A strong tug however held her in place. His knot was still tying them, even if it was now a bit deflated. She blushed and turned her face away, thinking how dumb she had just looked. Looking at her, he couldn't help but laugh.
"How did I forget that?" she growled, her face now showing a little bit of anger.
Then, she realized. "By the way, what's your name?"
*********
After getting cleaned and dressed, Emily guided Mark to the "usual" place for the job interviews. There, Ray was waiting for them, sitting in his chair.
"Oh, here you are, good. Now, this is what you get if you allow us to use what we filmed. And if you want to star in another film, as the ad says, 'we have job both provisional and permanent'."
Ray handed an envelope to Mark. He opened it eagerly to check its content. 200 euros.
Holy shit!
That was more than enough to cover the gap that divided him from the next year of university.
He looked astonished at the money, making silence fall in the room.
Ray faked a cough to bring him back to Earth.
The call startled Mark, that almost dropped the envelope.
"Wha... yes, you can use that." he replied trying to collect himself, hurriedly bagging the money before they changed their minds. Both Emily and Ray cracked a smile at the inexperienced fox, entertained by its embarrassed attitude.
"Good, what about the other end of the deal?" the raccoon asked.
Mark looked away, trying to think. As he saw a fragment of his "performance" on a distant screen, he replied.
"I'll... can I think about it?"
Chuckling at the indecisive question, Ray reached in his pocket to produce a small business card.
"Sure, call me if and when you have decided." he answered, handing the card to the fox.
*********
Mark was sitting in the driving seat in his car, counting the money he had on his lap. He still couldn't believe it. 200 euros in less than twenty minutes of "work". Sure, he was not rich now, but in to date's economy, 200 euros meant a lot. He was about to call their parents to announce them the good new, but stopped, thinking how he got the money.
What they don't know can't hurt them.
The thought washed away his uncertainty, as he proudly tapped the buttons on his cell phone. He gave a last look at the building, smiling as he waited for the call to connect.