A written proposal

A letter had arrived, containing an unusual proposition: "We would like you to appear in an adult slapstick film, nudity will be required, as will a degree of intimate play with your co-star. You would be paid £300, for one day's work." Enclosed was a telephone number, an outline of what the shoot would involve with a consent to sign and a picture of the co-star to be, a delightful blonde girl named, Emma. 'Intimate play' with her didn't look like work at all. As university was due to start in a few weeks, a few hundred pounds could come in handy, and an adult film! Not a job serving food or answering phone calls, but something exciting and utterly unexpected! How had he been chosen? It seemed he had been spotted and they'd obtained his name from a school friend. But who? Could it be a con trick? Reading the letter, they weren't asking for any money, they'd provide a taxi to the venue and £50 payment on his acceptance so what could he lose? David picked up his mobile and started to dial the number. The sun shone intermittently and the day was warm; David was showered, shaved and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. The money had arrived, as promised, a few days before the shoot and had been spent the same night and now here he was, in the back of a elderly taxi, a clattery, red Peugeot 405, on the way to the industrial estate by the river. Hardly Hollywood, but the taxi was paid for on account and David guessed this production company wasn't very large, or else it wouldn't be using someone like him. He'd seen websites that specialised in 'amateurs' and as the taxi turned off the Chainbridge Road, he wondered for a moment if this might be some kind of setup, like those 'straight guys first time with a guy' sites he'd seen... but, no. They'd told him about his 'co-star' the blonde Emma, he'd seen her photograph and if she wasn't there, he could just walk away. He was nervous but excited, as the taxi arrived at a line of squat, blue industrial units which backed onto the Tyne. The taxi departed and he felt the doubts hit him all at once. All but one of the buildings had the firm's name on a sign above the door and the brand-less building was the one he was heading for. This was not reassuring, what sort of film company operated off the Chainbridge Road, next to an marine engine repair shop? He inhaled deeply, took a few seconds to pluck up the courage and walked towards the door. This was going to be good. Upon entering the almost empty building he found he was right, this wasn't a very large company; the set consisted of a black inflatable chair, with a plastic groundsheet covering the concrete floor. Dust sheets covered something on tables off to the side and the crew was Emma and two cameras on tripods. A one girl outfit, but a very pretty girl in a very fetching outfit. Introductions and pleasantries were exchanged, her voice was soft when she started with 'Hiya' but became louder as she became more excited or laughed. This was going to be fun and he could feel the excitement building inside almanbahis him. Emma was aged about 21, her hair had changed since the photograph was taken and was now dyed-red but still shoulder length, her stomach was flat, while her chest was anything but. The young lady explained she was producing her own site, something a little different, aimed at the female end of the market, where she first tied then gunged attractive young men. "Like you" she added, touching his chest and moving closer to him. "Gunge?" He asked, so this is what the 'slapstick' and 'mess' meant?"Yep, gunge," came the excited reply, "It's something different, that means I'm not competing with all the other adult sites and get my own little niche to play in. Do you want to have a look?" Emma asked and moved towards the off-white sheets. As one was rolled up, he saw a variety of buckets, bowls, jars, squirty-cream cans and opened cartons of custard. David stepped back in some shock. Emma grinned and watched his reaction, before explaining, "This is all sweet stuff, we'll do the first scene then see how you get on before deciding what to do next. There's a toilet and makeshift shower out the back, so we can clean off between shoots." He thought the "we" sounded like it had potential. She moved towards him and took up his hands, before asking him how he felt about this. The money had him interested, but this little blonde had him hooked. Had he seen her out last night he'd have chatted her up like a shot and eagerly done anything she asked, so this would be no different. He looked into her eyes, David didn't want to appear too eager but this sounded like fun and he may get a little more out of this. "Well, I'm here now, so lets give it a go." Her smile grew wider and she gave him a little hug, "Great, lets get started!" Before moving off to fiddle with the cameras. "If you want to get your clothes off and get in the chair, there's a pair of black underpants there for you to put on," came her voice from behind one of the video cameras. It was starting, it was real and as he pulled his shirt over his head, he started to get nervous all over again. As he undid his jeans and removed his underwear, he wondered if she was looking, then hoped she was. The new pants were black, quite tight but elasticated. He noticed a mirror opposite the chair and watched himself dress, before turning to face the cameras, and a smiling Emma, then lowered himself into the seat. He felt Velcro beneath his wrists and straps by his ankles, then remembered she had mentioned "tying up" and his nerves came back. This would be a first. Emma came over, knelt beside him and asked if he was comfortable, before attaching the straps. Now he couldn't move this was starting to seem a little less like a good idea, but as she walked back towards the cameras to set them to record, Emma removed her shirt and dropped her jeans, kicking off her trainers at the same time. "Just act naturally, be yourself and don't force anything. I need your reactions to be real, almanbahis yeni giriş so ask what you like, as real reactions are what this is all about," as she revealed a purple bra and knickers, which were soon joined by some large black heels. These made an almost clip-clop sound on the concrete floor as Emma moved around the 'studio'. David could feel his excitement building, tingles moving through his body and a certain part swelling in anticipation; he smiled at her and she smiled back, then moved behind him towards the table of things. He wanted to turn around but didn't feel he ought to, the cameras were watching him and weren't people supposed to be caught unawares by these things? Clip-clop on the concrete behind him, followed by a movement on the table, and clip-clop, clip-clop towards him, getting nearer. "Are you looking forward to this?" Came her voice from behind him. "Err. I'm not sure looking forward to is quite the right way to say it," replied David. "Are you prepared for the cold?" She asked next, a little nearer behind him. "Cold?" Was all he could say, before he saw the shadow move from behind him and a big, cream covered pie hovered into view, obscuring the camera and then blocking out all light, followed by the air as the cream, custard and pastry made contact with his face. He felt it being moved around his face before finally coming to rest on top of his head while bits dropped own his uncovered chest onto his lap. David tried to move his hands and rocked a little in the seat, before remembering he was firmly Velcroed in. He could taste sweet things on his lips and licked them to discover custard and cream. He could hear giggling behind him, he wanted to clear his eyes but, strapped in, he couldn't. "Pffffft!" He blew cream and flecks of custard and pastry onto his bare knees. There was more movement behind him, not as much as before and he felt a liquid being drizzled onto his left shoulder. His vision as still blurred from the pie, so he wasn't sure what it was but that didn't stop it running down his chest and he felt a weird sensation, as it ran over his left nipple before dripping onto his thigh. He felt the flow move onto the top of his head, covering his left ear with custard in the process, then it began to drip down his forehead, darkening his vision further. The flow then moved to his other shoulder, slightly faster this time, then he could feel it being aimed for the tip of his erection. "Someone seems to be enjoying himself," came her voice from behind him, as the flow stopped and he heard the bucket being put down. "Are you into this, David? Does it feel good?" He tried to reply but was distracted by her hands moving down onto his chest, rubbing custard over his chest and stomach. He raised his head and found her shoulder with it and was just turning his face to where hers must be when the rubbing stopped. She gently twisted his nipples between finger and thumb and said "Well?" before withdrawing. His reply came after a few seconds, almanbahis giriş he still couldn't see and had to breath in a few times before speaking. "I am." More breathing. "I've never done this before and it feels lush." She continued to question him, while moving around behind him "And being tied up, is that something you've done before?" Custard flew from side to side, as he shook his head, "No. Pfffff," as he cleared his lips again. "Never. But I've wanted to try it for a while." With each word, he tasted sweetness, as custard dripped down his face and made his lips feel slightly heavier than usual. "With your girlfriend, do you want to try it with her?" asked Emma, as her hand landed on his left knee. David could hear she had moved he face close to his left ear, perhaps she was kneeling but the custard had blurred his vision so much he couldn't make anything out, even when he turned his head. He wasn't sure where this was going, he didn't want to admit that Anna had left him before the end of sixth form but as she moved her hand along his left thigh and settled on squeezing his inside leg he couldn't think of a sensible answer. "I would, but. But I don't have a girlfriend right now." Her fingers tensed on his thigh and there was a pause, during which her hand was removed and he heard her heels clip-clop behind him. After a few seconds passed, she asked "Hmm. Does that mean there's no one to get jealous about this? And we could do what we like?" The clip-clop sound moved further away as she went back to the tables, but David didn't hear her, as this was such an unexpected line of questioning and there was still custard in his ears. He hesitated, "Well. No. Why?" He felt a shiver run through him, partially because the custard wasn't overly warm but mostly from the though of doing something with Emma that could make a girlfriend jealous. He had never been terribly good at judging chest sizes but her's was considerable and she seemed to have a thing for restraints. Heels on concrete moved again, but he still didn't hear as his mind was concentrating on the though of Emma, sans clothes but possibly with high heels when something began drizzling on his right hand. "I thought you could do with a little chocolate to go with the custard," came her voice from behind him, followed by giggling, as chocolate sauce was poured first down one arm, over his shoulders and down the other arm before he felt the drizzle concentrate atop his head. "Look up for me David" came her voice from above him "I don't want to miss even a little bit." He did as he was bidden and felt the flow of chocolate increase and envelope his face. An intense bitter-sweetness penetrated his lips and the sauce continued to flow. His eyes remained tightly closed and as the chocolate stopped, she told him he could look down again. Face bent down, he tried to open his eyes but attempts to do so produced only darkly-blurred vision and a mild stinging. Noticing what he was trying to do, Emma said, encouragingly, "I know you can't see how good you look now, but I promise you look just scrumptious, good enough to eat," she paused, "Or lick." That made him sit up and pay attention, he still couldn't see but he could imagine the brown and yellow sticky mess he had become.