i stood outside the studios front door, i drove past the place twice, i thought it this place would be a dingy old rut but it was quite the opposite, a large modern building with a glass front and a name engraved in metal

'WAM studios' i thought, bit on the nose i thought

"can i help you with something" said a voice behind me

i turned around to see a middle aged man, he was tall and had a muscular build, he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt

"hi I'm here for the 2pm meeting for the uh.. role" i answered unsure

"ah, your Jamie. im Mathew" he said looking me up and down. He opened the door for me and i followed him into his office, there were two portraits of people, both where covered in slop

we sat down and he asked questions, this lasted for about an hour, it ranged from allergies to what i was into, i was getting worked up by all the things i could be doing here, finally he had one request...strip

''what?'' i said.

"take off your clothes, i want to see what im working on, your gonna been covered in everything under the sun while fucking and being fucked and on top of that your gonna be filmed and photo grafted"

i smiled nervously but tried not to show it "makes sense"

i started with my shirt, pulling it over my head revealing my toned body, next was my jeans, kicking them off along with my shoes, standing in my underwear, i could see the bulge in Mathews pants through the glass table. i decided to get a little bold and gestured to it

"I take it I got the job?" i said smiling

he smiled taking off his shirt as he came to me, his cock pressing on me through his jeans, one hand on his shoulder, the other on my back just above my ass.

"not just yet, one I havent seen EVERYTHING" he said gripping my ass "and two, I need to know what you can do"

my face went warm and red

"so, considering your new and going by your age, I'm guessing you've only fucked once or twice, let along being wet and messy"

I felt his fingers reach into my underwear. i nodded, lost in what he was saying, he pulled down my undies, my cock springing out from them. he grabbed it and squeezed it a little, i gasped and moaned a little, he looked me dead in the eyes

"so eager, why do I get the feeling that deep down, behind the nerves and the "I need the money" justification, your a slut, you WANT to be covered in batter and chocolate and fucked like the little whore you are'' he said to me. he put both hands on my shoulders now

"i was planning to start you off with something small. maybe a photo shoot with you cake sitting, a chocolate bath, but now i think you want to be in the deep end, is that what you want?"

he started running his tongue down my neck, i moaned out a yes, he started playing with my cock, his hand running up and down

"then your gonna the be the extra guy in a filthy threesome with two studs, there gonna coat you in god knows what, then fuck you in ways that only two horny experts can, they'll make you squeal like a bitch in heat. you want that little whore?" he asked his grip on my cock tightening and the licks turning into nibbles

'YES' i blurted out, lost completely in the lust and sensation

'then bend over and show me what you've got'

i step out of my jeans and undies, now wearing nothing but my shoes, i spread my legs and bend over his desk, waiting.. he gripped my ass cheeks spreading them apart, my asshole on full display to him,

''firm cheeks, tight asshole'' i cried out as he spanked me ''mmmm a nice bounce to them, you'll do great in this studio'' he said

"so I got the job" i asked jittery

''that and more, the filming is in the next two hours. you'll be with greg and sally, greg will be giving you a tour of the place as i have other tasks today, stay bent over'' he got up from behind me and went over to a box in the corner of his office grab something rubbery, he placed it front of me, a pair of latex stockings, gloves and a thong,

"your new uniform, when at work your going to be wearing this or something similar at all times and until i say otherwise, you'll be wearing this so everyone knows to be gentle with you"

he held it out in front of me, it was a black collar with the words 'trainee' on it in metal. with a lock 'last chance to back out, once i put this on its not coming off until 5pm tonight, you'll be a messy porn star for the next couple of hours'

this stared at it, i needed the money, but I NEEDED THIS more "i want it" i said almost pleading.

"welcome to Wam studios, kid" he said as he placed it around my neck, locking it in with a click. "now pass me that metal thing on top of your outfit" he said

i reached over and a grabed the metal egg, it had a red gem in it,

''what is it?'' i asked

''its called a butt plug and trust me, Greg's got a big, thick one so you'll need this'' he said before pushing it into me, i felt a rush of cold as it pressed into me, waves of pleasure creeped onto me before it steadied

''that should loosen you up for him'' he said smiling

''thanks i think...'' i said, standing up straight, everytime i moved i felt the cold metal move with me, it was driving me mad,

Mathew smiled, licking his lips, i could tell he wanted more from this "interview" he shook his as if telling the both of us that wasnt gonna happen

''get dressed and ready kid, greg will be here in 10 minutes'' he said before walking to the door, picking up my clothes along the way "these will be placed in your locker, you stick around long enough and you'll get your own private changing area," and with that he left his office.

i stood there, naked in my new bosses office. i looked at the clock on the wall, 10 minutes to get dressed, i was horny, every step i took made that plug move and i knew that the latex would not hide anything