"Oh, yeah, gimme that big cock!"

"You like that, baby? You like that big cock, don't you, you dirty little whore?"

The well-built man's unusually large and glistening cock slid effortlessly into the woman's vagina, slowly and methodically. The woman moaned and squeezed her voluptuous breasts while the man leaned back to admire the view. He grabbed one of her shapely legs and pushed it further upward, exposing an even better view as he continued to slide his cock in and out at a steady rhythm.

The slender heels of her crimson-colored heels pointed toward the ceiling as the man picked up his pace and thrust into her harder and faster. The woman responded with a high-pitched yelp, and squeezed her breasts together. She slid a hand down her body, and her slender fingers with matching crimson nail polish made a swirling motion over her clit. She emitted another yelp and thrashed her head back and forth in dramatic fashion. Her long, light-blonde hair, feathered perfectly and meticulously, obscured her pretty face with each movement.

"Cut!" a man suddenly shouted from the darkness of the small room.

The man lying on top of the woman groaned and rolled off of her, his cock throbbing and wet. The woman rested her heels on the bed and propped herself up on her elbows.

"Good work," the director stated. "Now, let's get set up for the anal shot. Amber, are you prepped?"

"Of course, Eugene," the woman responded with a roll of her eyes.

"Okay, then, let's get makeup in here," Gene said. He looked toward the male actor. "Rod, you just sit tight. It'll only take a minute."

Rod sighed, and sat cross-legged on the bed, absent-mindedly stroking his cock. A woman quickly entered the room and touched up the female star's lipstick and facial powder. Amber then flipped over onto all fours, and the woman applied makeup to her buttocks, concealing blemishes and adding a pinkish tone to her anus. She gave Amber's hair a light toss with her fingers, and gave a quick spritz of hairspray before announcing her work was done.

"Okay," Eugene announced, "let's get into position. Camera two, I want you on Amber's face. Camera one, you know what to do. Rod, take your position. Rod?"

Rod smirked and shrugged his shoulders, casting his gaze downward. Eugene followed his line of sight, ending with Rod's hand holding a limp and lifeless dick.

"Dammit, Rod," Eugene said. "You can't keep a fucking hard-on for a couple minutes?"

"Well, shit, Eugene!" Rod protested. "It's three o'clock in the fucking morning! This is my second scene, and I've been up all day!"

"Maybe if you laid off the dope while we're shooting, you'd be more alert," the director responded. Rod responded with a shrug.

Eugene emitted a loud groan, and he checked his watch. "Amber, can you..."

"Fuck no," the actress said, still positioned on all fours. "I just got a touch-up."

Eugene sighed, and turned to the woman holding a light. "Mary, it looks like you're up."

The woman appeared to be in her mid twenties, slightly overweight, with wide hips and small breasts. She was neither ugly nor attractive, and her face was obscured by large-framed glasses. Her long, curly hair sat immobile on her head like a wig.

"Come on, Mary, we're running late," Eugene said impatiently.

Mary removed her glasses and rubbed her eyes. She kneeled in front of Rod and took his cock into her mouth in a casual and professional manner. Rod's eyes closed, and he placed his hands behind his back out of habit. The entire length of his cock disappeared from sight, and Mary's head swiveled from side to side. He responded with a soft moan.

As Mary continued her work, Amber waited patiently on all fours to avoid smudging her makeup. She yawned and buried her head in her hands. Eugene checked the monitors and reviewed the previous scene, while the other members of the crew busied themselves with their mundane tasks.

Mary's head moved back and forth in front of Rod, whose eyes remained closed in intense concentration. His mouth opened, and his breathing grew heavier. Mary reached behind him and grabbed his buttocks with both hands, pulling him toward her as she increased her pace. She began moaning quietly. Her lips slid down his shaft, to the base, and back up to the head, over and over again.

"Okay, Mary," Rod said softly. "That...that's good."

Mary interpreted the words as encouragement to continue. She was lost in her own world, fully immersed in the act of pleasuring this man. She could feel her pussy tingling. Her right hand moved down the front of her pants and beneath her panties, and she frantically rubbed her clit as her head bobbed quicker and quicker.

"Mary," Rod said a little more loudly. "That's good. That's enough. You need to stop!"

It took a moment for the words to register in her brain. She suddenly realized where she was, and what she was doing. She withdrew immediately. Rod gripped his penis tightly to stop the flow, but it was too late. A powerful stream of milky-white fluid splashed across her left cheek and into the corner of her mouth. He groaned loudly in frustration as another stream streaked across the bridge of her nose and across her forehead. A third spurt hit her chin, and oozed onto the floor.

Gene suddenly turned to face the actor. "Goddammit!" he shouted. "What the hell, Rod?"

Rod dropped his head, cum leaking from the tip of his cock. "Shit," he muttered. Mary spun around and quickly stood on her feet, her face covered with his spunk.

"I...I'm so sorry!" she said.

"You just cost us an extra half hour, Mary!" Eugene shouted. "How many times have I warned you about this?"

"I...I'm sorry, Mr. Mecklen," she implored, wiping her face with a shirt sleeve. "It won't happen again! I promise!"

"Damn right it won't," he said, "because you're fired."

***

"Good morning!" Sheila said from her seat at the small table. She held a newspaper in front of her with a photo of President Reagan on the front page. "Or, I should say, good afternoon. What time did you get in last night?"

Mary rubbed her eyes beneath her glasses and paused for a moment as the question penetrated her groggy conscience. "About four o'clock, I think," she croaked. She went straight to the coffee maker and poured herself a cup.

"I had a late night myself," Sheila continued. "I was out at the club."

"Sounds like fun," Mary responded half-heartedly.

"How is production going?"

"Not good. I got fired."

"Again?" Sheila said with a wide-eyed smile. "What happened?"

Mary simply raised her eyes and gave Sheila a knowing look. Sheila's mouth gaped open, and she laughed uncontrollably.

"Again?" she squealed. "Mary...how does this keep happening to you?"

Mary shrugged, and took a sip of coffee. "I guess I just have a magic mouth."

"Who has a magic mouth?" an unfamiliar man suddenly said, causing Mary to bolt upright in her seat. He strode confidently into the room, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. The hair on his head and chest was wet, and he smelled of soap.

"Sorry, I forgot to mention we have a guest," Sheila said. "This is Troy. I met him at the club."

"It's Tony," the man corrected, and extended his hand to Mary. "Nice to meet you."

Mary took his hand sheepishly, suddenly self-conscious about her appearance. She wore only a tee-shirt and sweats, and her nipples were fully erect. She folded her arms in front of her to hide them.

"So what's this about a magic mouth?" Tony said, leaning against the wall of their cramped apartment.

"Uh...nothing," Mary muttered. "Just forget it."

"Mary is a Production Assistant," Sheila explained with a sly grin. She had enjoyed making Mary uncomfortable since they met. She was always trying to get her roommate to step out of her comfort zone.

"Oh yeah?" Tony said. "You're in show business? TV? Movies?"

"Porn," Sheila stated before Mary could respond. Mary shot daggers from her eyes at her friend. Tony's jaw dropped, and his knees buckled.

"You're kidding me! You work on porno flicks?" He was grinning from ear to ear. The whiteness of his teeth was blinding.

Mary nodded shyly and sipped her coffee, kicking her friend under the table.

"What's that like? That must be so exciting!" Tony gushed.

"Not as exciting as you think," Mary explained. "It's just a job."

"Yeah, but what an interesting job! What do you do on the set?"

Mary hesitated, and flashed another deathly look at her friend. "A little bit of everything. I work the lighting and mics, help the producer with framing shots, help out with the set and props, supply the actors and production team with whatever they need..."

"...help out the male actors when they need a little encouragement," Sheila teased. She winced as another kick landed at her shins.

"Whoa!" Tony said. "You're a fluffer?"

"I...I'm a Production Assistant," Mary stammered.

"But you help fluff the male actors?" he pressed. "You, like, suck them off to get them ready for their scenes?"

Mary looked from her friend to this stranger standing in her kitchen, searching for an escape route. But Sheila just grinned while Tony stared at her with anticipation. She wanted to crawl under the table, but that might give him the wrong idea.

"I do whatever needs to be done to facilitate the production," she explained in a professional tone.

"Ho-ly shit!" he said with a laugh. "I've always heard about fluffers, but I thought it was all just a myth!"

"Then you're looking at a real life unicorn," Sheila said with a dramatic flourish toward her friend.

"Well, I'll be damned," he said, shaking his head.

Mary concentrated on her coffee, but could feel him staring at her, undoubtedly trying to discern how such an innocent-looking, mild-mannered woman could have made such a scandalous career choice. It wasn't the first time she had seen that look. It bothered her at first, but she had grown used to it. She was a modern woman of the 80's. There was no need to be ashamed of who she was.

"So...you must be really good at what you do," he said, breaking the brief silence.

She knew where this was going. She glanced up at him and noticed the growing bulge under his towel. He moved around to her chair and stood next to her. He traced his fingertips along the back of her neck.

"You think maybe you could show me what you do?"

"Tony!" Sheila shouted. "She's not gonna suck your dick, you perv!"

"Well, why not? I mean, if she has a magic mouth, I wanna know what that feels like! What do you say, honey?"

Mary squirmed in her seat and edged away from him. She was never comfortable with confrontations.

"I'll tell you what," he said, still stroking her back with his fingers. "What do they pay you for a day on the set? I'll match that."

"Hey!" Sheila shouted, standing from her chair and marching toward him. She gave him a hard shove, and he stumbled backward. "She's not a whore! She's in the fucking film industry! She's a professional!"

Tony glared at Sheila, looked toward Mary, and then moved to the couch. He dropped his towel, and his rock-hard penis sprang forth. He grabbed his clothes and quickly dressed.

"Whatever," he scoffed. "I'm outta here. Catch you later."

He slammed the door, startling Mary. As Sheila profusely apologized, Mary was lost in her thoughts. Although she should have been offended by Tony's proposition, the strange fact was that she wanted to suck his dick. She would have done it for free. If Sheila hadn't stopped him, she probably would have finished him off, right there at their table. Why was she like this? How did she become such a cock-craving slut, willing to suck any and every dick put in front of her face?

***

It was the spring of 1978. Mary was the last in her group of friends to turn eighteen, and her best friend, Nancy, was determined to make Mary's birthday party a memorable one. Nancy's parents were out of town, so she invited a group of friends to her house and convinced Mary to tell her parents they were having a sleepover. What she didn't tell Mary was that she had invited several boys to the party as well, including Mike Brown, the captain of the football team and the object of Mary's secret lust since middle school.

Someone brought a case of beer, another brought a few joints, and by the middle of the night, the party was rocking. Ever the instigator, Nancy suggested they play "Seven Minutes in Heaven." Mary vehemently shook her head, and the guys erupted into raucous applause, winning the argument. The six friends sat in a circle and spun an empty bottle set in the middle. The room erupted in laughter and applause when the bottle stopped spinning and pointed to the birthday girl. Mary's face instantly reddened, which only instigated the group further. Another roar of laughter erupted when the next spin landed on Mike Brown.

Nancy ran to her closet door and held it open in dramatic fashion. Mike received a few punches from his friends as he headed toward the door. Mary sat still, petrified on the spot, and had to be pulled to her feet by one of her drunken girlfriends.

Mary pulled Nancy aside to the corner of the room. "I can't go in there," she whispered. She was quivering.

"Oh, just do it!" Nancy said, slurring her words. "It's our senior year! In a few months, we'll be out of school and you'll never see these boys again. This is Mike Brown! You've wanted seven minutes alone with him for as long as I can remember! Just go for it!"

Mary nervously looked around the room and noticed all eyes on her. She wanted to flee into the closet just to escape from their attention. Nancy shoved her toward the closet door, and she reluctantly went inside. The door closed behind her, leaving her in the darkness. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest, and the only sound she heard inside the closet was her own breathing.

"Good party," Mike said, causing her heart to skip a beat.

"Uhh, y-yeah," she stammered. "It is."

The awkward silence was unbearable. She could hear her friends outside of the closet laughing and shouting over the music. Her arm brushed against something. She couldn't tell what it was, but the fact that it might have been him sent a bolt of electricity through her chest.

"So...what should we do?" he asked, his voice low and soft.

"I...I don't know," she responded, her voice cracking.

She had heard friends tell stories of this game for years, but she never thought she would ever take part in it. She knew the expectations of what everyone assumed about what happened in the closet. Surely, Mike Brown wouldn't want to do anything like that with her. She felt ugly and awkward; her face flecked with pimples, her hair frizzy and untamed, her glasses too thick, and her boobs too small. Mike Brown, on the other hand, was a god.

"I'll let you suck it if you want," he said.

Suck what? What did he mean? Did he mean what she thought he meant? Oh, god. She wasn't naïve. She had heard all the stories from her girlfriends during their lunchtime giggle-fests. She knew that some girls did that sort of thing, and she always found herself excited by the idea. She never considered actually doing it, though.

"S-suck it? Y—you mean...?"

"Yeah, why not?" he said. He sounded so casual, as if it wasn't a big deal to him. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe he'd had his dick sucked a hundred times before.

"I don't know," she said, her voice quivering.

"Well, we can't just stand here," he said. She heard the sound of a zipper and some rustling at the other end of the closet. "Go ahead," he said. "I don't mind." He acted as though he were doing her a favor.

She considered bolting out the door, but was frozen in place. She had to admit, a part of her was intrigued. She had never actually seen a penis before, except in a Playgirl magazine one of her friends stole and an accidental glimpse of her brother changing out of his clothes once. Not that she would be able to actually see Mike's penis, but this was a rare opportunity to touch one, and to put it in her mouth and taste it. Her curiosity overwhelmed her shyness.

She moved hesitantly to the back end of the closet, with her hands held out front, fumbling through the darkness. She came in contact with his chest, and reflexively pulled away. He grabbed her by the hand, sending electric pulses straight through her chest and down along her inner thighs. Slowly, he guided her hand down his body until she felt something warm and soft.

She wrapped her fingers around it, and it expanded in her hand. Mesmerized, her fingers traced the outline of a soft, round bulb at the tip, down along a hardening ridge, to a pair of round and hairy orbs. She could hear the pace of his breathing increase as his penis continued to grow with her gentle touch.

Her pussy tingled and moistened as she became aware of the dirtiness of what she was doing. She lowered herself to her knees before him. His musky scent was intoxicating. She leaned forward and tasted him with a tentative lick along his shaft. He moaned and ran his fingers through her hair. His cock swelled in her grasp.

Oh my god, she thought, I am making Mike Brown sexually excited!

The thought drove her wild, and her pussy throbbed. She wrapped her mouth around the bulbous head of his cock, and he gently pushed himself further into her mouth. She sucked it like a lollipop, and swirled her tongue along the underside of his shaft. He began moving his hips and sliding himself in and out of her mouth. She took the cue and bobbed her head in rhythm with his movements.

For the first time in her life, she felt powerful. She was in control of this boy's pleasure. At that moment, she was the most important person in his life. The noise from outside of the closet no longer mattered. It was just the two of them, alone, connecting in a way she had never experienced before.

Suddenly, Mike moaned loudly, and he gripped the back of her head more forcefully. His penis expanded in her mouth, and she felt a flood of hot liquid hit the back of her throat and coat her tongue. She wasn't prepared for it, and nearly choked. She swallowed it, not knowing what else to do with it. His body convulsed, and he continued to fill her mouth with hot, thick fluid.

To that point in her life, the concept of semen was completely alien to her. She had read about it in textbooks, and heard her girlfriends joking about it, but she didn't really know what it was until she felt it filling her mouth. The realization that she had just caused the captain of the football team to ejaculate filled her with a strange sense of pride.

Not knowing what to do next, she simply kept sucking until he gently pushed her away.

"That was fucking incredible!" he whispered. "You're really good at that!"

She felt a surge of prides as he zipped his pants. Moments later, the closet door opened, and Mary stepped back into the room feeling like a new person. Although embarrassed by the attention, she felt more confident, and with a greater sense of belonging to the group, than she had ever felt before.

From that day forward, every time she had a dick in her mouth, she would recall the excitement, pride, and confidence she experienced on that day.

***

Mary was in a familiar position, on her knees in front of a naked man, his hard dick in her mouth. There was a line of men standing behind him, all naked and stroking their cocks. She didn't know how many of them there were, and wasn't sure she wanted to know.

The gangbang scene was about to begin, and the star had yet to arrive on set. More than three weeks had passed since her last job, and money was becoming tight. This opportunity couldn't have come at a better time. Not only did the producer agree to pay her the standard fee, but he threw in a little extra, given the demands of this particular assignment.

In a gangbang scene, the star is usually far too busy, and considers herself far too important, to prep so many men herself. It can be exhausting work, which is why she needs to save her energy as much as possible. Although fluffers are rarely needed on a normal porno shoot, they are an important necessity for gangbang scenes. Every limp dick that approaches the star means extra time, which translates to extra costs. Directors know that in order to keep the actresses happy, they have to get the men in and out as quickly as possible.

"You're good to go," Mary said, removing a fully-engorged cock from her mouth. After her last gig, she was being extra cautious not to go too far.

"Here she comes," the director shouted. "Okay, Robyn is ready on the set. Let's get people into position."

"Robyn?" Mary asked, looking at one of the interns as another man with a limp dick took his place before her. "It's not Robyn Andrews, is it?"

Just as she said the name, Robyn Andrews swept past her onto the stage, wearing a long, red, silk robe. She removed the robe with a flourish, revealing a black leather corset with garter belts and silk stockings, and six-inch high heels. She lay on the bed and waited for direction.

"Hey," said the man standing before Mary. He motioned with his eyes to his flaccid dick, and Mary dutifully put it in her mouth. Less than a minute later, she produced a fully-erect cock from her lips with a slurp, and motioned for him to join the others on stage.

As Mary worked on the next man in line, she tried to hide herself from the stage by placing the man between herself and the actress lying on the mattress. The director signaled to begin rolling film, and the room filled with the grunts, groans and moans of the actors on stage. Mary felt the cock in her mouth twitch, and knew it was time to let go. Another man stepped into his place, and she wrapped her soft lips around his cock head and swirled her tongue.

The procession continued, and she mindlessly sucked on one dick after another, losing her train of thought on the task at hand. Suddenly, she heard a voice to her right.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Mary opened her eyes and looked up to see a young man wearing a sheepish grin and a reddening face.

"He's with the food service, Mary," the man to her right said, and pushed the young man out of the way. "This isn't a fucking free-for-all, you little shit!"

As the technical assistant apologized to Mary for not noticing the young man sooner, she realized that the line had ended, and she was now kneeling in full view of the stage. Just then, she made eye contact with the lead actress. The look of recognition in her expression sent chills down Mary's spine.

"Cut!" Robyn yelled. "I need to take five!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" the director shouted. "First of all, you don't say 'cut!' That's my job. Second of all..."

The actress glared at him, her face shiny and dripping with cum.

"Okay, fine," he said. "We're taking five, people. But no more than five!"

Mary tried to scurry from the room as quickly as possible, but heard a shout from behind her.

"You! Assistant!"

Mary slowly turned, and Robyn was looking straight in her direction.

"Yeah, you!" Robyn said. "Get over here. I need a towel."

Robyn quickly grabbed the nearest towel and rushed to the stage. She began to gently wipe the actress, but Robyn pushed her hand away.

"Hey, how about using a clean fucking towel?" Robyn snapped. "No telling where that thing has been!"

Robyn reached down and grabbed Mary's shirt, wiping her face with it. She gave her a phony smile, and then picked a curly hair from her teeth and swiped it across Mary's chest. Laughing to herself, she turned and strolled toward the dressing rooms.

"What was that all about?" the makeup artist asked, watching Robyn's ass wriggle from side to side as she disappeared from sight.

"I...I used to work on one of her sets, Linda," Mary explained.

"For a salary like that, you'd be surprised what some people will do."

Mary groaned, and slumped to the floor, sitting cross-legged. "It was too good to be true, anyway. Things like that don't happen to people like me."

"What on earth are you talking about?" Linda said. "Just tell Hampshire that it was you behind that wall. Don't let Robyn take this from you!"

"He would take one look at me and have me escorted off his property."

"Honey, he doesn't care what you look like. There is only one thing he cares about, and Robyn can't hold a candle to you in that department."

"I don't know. Maybe you're right."

"I know I'm right. Now, get up off that floor and go get what you deserve!"

Mary stood and hurried out the door. She jumped behind the wheel of her car and shifted into reverse. The vehicle bounced backward, making a horrible noise. She instantly hit the brakes and shifted to park. Examining the car from the outside, she instantly noticed both of her rear tires were flat.

"Shit! Shit!" she shouted, stomping on the pavement. She contemplated asking Linda to use her car, but remembered that she took the bus to work. She could call a taxi, but then would have to find some way to get back home. As she pondered her options, a car rolled up alongside her.

"Need a lift?" asked a familiar-looking man.

***

"The offer is simple," Russ said, drinking in the vision before him from head to toe. "You will be my personal assistant. You will live here in the guest suite located behind the main house. You will travel with me when I'm on the road, and will be granted separate accommodations. All of your expenses, from room and board to meals, will be paid for by me."

"This is an extraordinarily generous offer, Mr. Hampshire," Robyn purred.

"And you, my dear, have an extraordinary talent," he responded. "And please, call me Russ."

"Russ, what exactly will I be doing in this position?"

"Miss Andrews, I have always had a very high sex drive," he explained. "It has led to more trouble than I care to explain. Let me just say that after three divorces, paying you $100,000 per year to take care of my needs would be an absolute bargain."

"So, that's it, then? That's my only duty."

"That's it," he said. "You'll be on call twenty-four hours a day. You'll perform your magic with that mouth of yours whenever I ask. You may also occasionally be asked to provide that service for some important clients of mine."

"Only my mouth?"

He took another long look at her long and slender legs, and she uncrossed and crossed them for added emphasis. "With all due respect, Miss Andrews—"

"Please, call me Robyn."

"With all due respect, Robyn, pussy gets complicated. I would rather keep things simple. You can use your pussy with your boyfriend or whatever, but as long as you collect my paycheck, that wonderful mouth of yours belongs to me."

"Fair enough," she said.

"Excellent. Then, do we have an agreement?"

She stood to shake his hand when the door to his office opened. The butler held the door open, and Mary hurried into the room.

"Edgar?" Hampshire said to the butler. "What's the meaning of this? You're interrupting my meeting."

"Sir," Edgar said, "this woman claims that she was the one behind the wall during your party."

Hampshire performed the same head-to-toe examination of Mary. "Preposterous," he said. "I booked Miss Andrews here through the production company."

"Sir," Edgar stated, his cheeks flushing, "I really think you should listen to what she has to say."

Hampshire placed his hands on his desk and stared at Edgar. He lowered his stare and noticed that Edgar's fly was open. Edgar instantly zipped it back up and quickly shut the door. Robyn glared at Mary with a look that could melt through steel. Hampshire gave an exasperated sigh and waved Mary into the room.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Mary Swanson," she said. "I work for the production company as a Production Assistant."

"Ha!" Robyn snorted. "She's a professional dick sucker."

"And so are you," Mary retorted.

"Okay, ladies," Hampshire said. "If you don't mind, I'd like to get to the bottom of this. Edgar said you claim that you were the one behind the wall at my party."

"Yes, sir," Mary said, "that's true."

Hampshire gave her a quizzical look, and then turned his head to Robyn. "Is this true?" he asked.

"Of course not," Robyn replied. "She's lying. She probably heard about your generous offer and decided to take advantage. It's really amazing what some people will do when money is involved."

Mary nearly choked herself with laughter. "Sir, I can prove it," she offered.

Hampshire surveyed the two of them. "Excellent idea," he said. He stood and moved to the front of his desk. He unzipped his fly and exposed his cock. "Robyn, you go first."

Robyn flashed Mary another nasty look. She rose from her chair and kneeled in front of Hampshire. She took his cock in her mouth and furiously bobbed her head up and down his shaft. Hampshire closed his eyes and leaned his head back. She began using her hands in combination with her mouth, desperately trying to make him cum as quickly as possible, before Mary even had a chance to demonstrate her abilities.

"That's enough," Hampshire said. Robyn pretended not to hear him, and continued to suck him as if her life depended on it. "I said that's enough."

At last, Robyn moved away from him. She casually wiped her mouth and returned to her seat. Hampshire looked at Mary, and she took her place kneeling in front of him. The moment her lips met his cock, the expression on his face transformed to one of pure ecstasy. He gripped the side of his desk as she worked her mouth over his shaft. His mouth opened, and his body tensed. Mary held his hips in her hands and pulled him toward her in rhythm with the movement of her mouth.

"Ugh! Oh my god!" Hampshire shouted.

Mary didn't break her pace as he spurted into her mouth. She swallowed one wave after another, and continued to massage his cock with her tongue until she was sure that she drained every last drop. She rose to her feet before him, and he looked at her with his eyes swimming in his head.

"It was you," he said.

She nodded and turned to see the reaction on Robyn's face. Instead, she saw only an empty chair. Mary took her place in the chair, and once Hampshire regained his composure, he explained the terms of the job offer. Mary happily accepted.

She left through the front entrance, giving Edgar a knowing wink, and returned to the parking lot, where her roommate's old one-night-stand Tony was waiting for her.

"It's a good thing you happened to be driving by the studio," she said upon entering his car.

"A happy coincidence," he said, putting the car in gear.

"And for that act of kindness, you deserve a reward," she said. He looked at her with a curious expression, and she smiled and placed her head in his lap.

***

Mary remained employed with Hampshire for nearly three years. One day, he asked her to entertain one of his top clients, an up-and-coming filmmaker named Steven. Steven asked for her phone number, and they began dating. Shortly thereafter, he proposed. When she accepted, that officially ended her employment with Hampshire.

The couple had three children, and remain married to this day. For every human skill that exists, logic dictates that someone must be the best in the world at that particular skill. Like all skills, Mary's extraordinary talent diminished over time as she became more focused on motherhood and, later, her career. Now in her mid-50's, she is no longer the greatest in the world at her particular skill. That distinction now belongs to a housewife named Rochelle from the suburbs of Boston. Like every other world champion throughout history, the torch has been passed. Nothing, however, can take away from the fact that for a brief period of time, Mary Swanson was the best in the world.