8. Chapter 8
Thrusting up into my hand, something feels off.
The room seems to tilt as I open my eyes, finding myself laying naked in the middle of the conference room floor.
Lifting my hand to rub my eyes and try to piece together my reality, I realize that it is holding a donut that is tightly wrapped around the base of my cock.
The box on the table is open, but thankfully nothing else seems to be out of sorts, and my presentation is ready to go.
There is knocking at the door followed by the sound of the handle jiggling.
“Are you in there, Leo?”
My boss’s voice rings through the door, making my heart rate kick up to a thousand.
“Yes,” I choke on the word, jumping to stand as I grab my pants and toss my clean clothes on as fast as possible. “Yes, just one second.”
Murmurs I can’t quite make out through the door have my nerves skyrocketing. I try not to notice the white substance on my chest as I button my shirt and brush back my hair, trying to not look like I did whatever I did.
Just as I flip the lock on the door, I realize the pink sprinkle donut is still firmly wrapped around the base of my dick.
But it’s too late. They must have heard the lock flip because Stephaine is twisting the knob and pushing in before I can do much more than adjust myself and hope that nothing is too noticeable.
My face turns red, but some of the panic in me subsides when Stephaine grins at me. “You got my favorite!”
She plucks one out of the box, her plump lips wrapping around the sweet goodness that just so happens to be the same flavor as the one wrapped around my dick.
I am so not going to survive this.
More people file into the room, all excited when they see the donuts on the table. The poster that will present my idea for them is covered, leaving everyone in anticipation for what I am about to tell them.
Just when I begin to tell myself I can do this, the sexiest man I have ever seen comes strutting into the room like the French model he is.
Slicked back silver hair, perfectly toned abs under his tight dress shirt, complete with suspenders, arms that bulge in the fitted cotton, and a smile that has my knees nearly give out.
Jean is easily the sexiest man alive; he needs to be on the cover of something because he takes my breath away.
“I hope I’m not too late,” he says with a grin. “We have not formally been introduced.”
“I definitely know who you are. You’re one of my favorite entertainers. I’m Leo. I’m a huge fan of your work.” I hold my hand out in greeting, trying not to second guess myself because this man is actually talking to me.
“Jean, the Fox,” he introduces his stage name, taking my hand in what I thought would be a handshake. But to my surprise, he slightly turns it and kisses the top very tenderly. “But you may call me Jean-Pierre.”
Momentarily stunned, I try to form words that won’t sound stupid. “I was just about to start, if you’d like to take a seat.”
He winks at me and does just that, grabbing one of the chocolate éclairs from the box. I refuse to look at him when he takes a bite because with this donut on my cock, and the sensation that I need to climax building, gods only know what might slip between my lips if I do.
“Now that everyone is here,” I start, my voice shaking.
But with the job you aim for, you need to gain some confidence.
Dulcie’s words echo through my mind, and I stand up a little straighter. She was right. I need to show this team that I believe in the project I’m about to present.
Clearing my throat, I hold onto the same feeling I had after Mistress or Master would praise me.
“Today, I want to talk to you about a series of videos I believe will take Erotic Vidz to the next level.”
Turning, I unveil the poster. “A snippet of shorts to be shot with one or more actors or actresses, all finding pleasure with food.”
A few faces sour, but most look intrigued, so I hold onto that.
“The porn industry is not looking for something tailored for the male gaze anymore. Everyone is coming to porn looking for something unique, something tasteful.”
I point to the donuts on the table, which earns me a few chuckles.
“So today I present to you my idea for a series of six shorts. The first one will focus on a pineapple, giving it a tropical theme. The second will be all about tacos, and maybe it will even teach a few people how to properly eat a taco.”
More laughs, and at this point, everyone seems intrigued.
“The next would be donuts, and not just the ones with holes. Followed by ice cream, bananas, and finally, a hot dog. The series will be called Erotic Eatz, keeping the name close to our branding will help others recognize it. Thus, pulling in our regular audience, but also marketing to a whole new set of people who enjoy a good food fetish.”
I continue by explaining the numbers and how the trend of food porn is actually on the rise, but not so popular that we would be adding to a saturated market. Stephanie watches me carefully, not giving away anything until I come to my concluding remarks.
“And that ends my presentation. I hope you all feel inspired to do something new in the bedroom…or the kitchen. It’s easier to clean up in there.”
An applause rings out around the room along with a few chuckles, Stephaine finally smiling from ear to ear and making my nerves disappear. For once, I am standing tall, believing in myself. And damn, does it feel good.
“Thank you for that enlightening presentation. It is clear the committee is all interested in what you had to say, and some of our prominent actors and actresses have given their nods of approval. You will hear back by the end of the week on how we plan to move forward with your segment.”
I want to scream with happiness, but I reach out my hand and grin wider than I ever have. “Thank you,” I say enthusiastically as Stephanie and I shake hands.
“Thank you for the donuts.”
Bending down, I hand her the full box I got as extras. “I thought you might want to take these with you.”
Her face lights up. “What would you have done with these if I denied your proposal?”
“Cried into them while sitting in my car in the parking lot.”
She laughs like that was a joke, but it wasn’t. “Good thing you saved them then. You did good, Leo. I know we can expect great things from you here.”
When she turns her back, I do a little happy dance because I am so proud of myself right now.
A tap on my shoulder startles me though, the donut on my dick slipping half way down. It causes a groan of pleasure and confusion to ripple through me as I turn to find Jean at my back.
“Hey, um, hello,” I squeak out like a scared little mouse, nothing like a lion. Way to make a good impression.
“Hello, Leo. I just wanted to tell you how much I deeply enjoyed your presentation. Food play does not get enough credit in our industry,” he says with his thick French accent.
“Yes, you’re welcome. I thought it would be unique, but I’ve also found I like to explore new things sometimes, and this might help others.”
I glance down at the box of donuts, his dark brown eyes too intense to look into as I speak. “Do you like to explore new things?”
I don’t know why I asked that, and I’m about to back track when my gaze lands on an éclair dripping with a very different cream than all the others.
Oh fuck a pickle. Is that my cum?
Jean is saying something, but I have no idea what when I see him reach for the elongated pastry. Inspecting it, he winks at me like he knows what’s in the filling.
“I have found that I quite enjoy experimenting with all sorts of things, mon petit lion.”
He lifts the éclair to his lips, his eyes never leave mine as he takes a large bite right in front of me. He groans, the noise almost obscene in the now quiet conference room. It’s just the two of us.
Some of the creamy substance begins to ooze out onto his hand, and I reach for it on instinct. Jean Pierre chews, swallows, and I stand there knowing I’m about to be fired when he realizes what just happened.
But when his hand wraps around my wrist, and he brings my fingers to his mouth to suck off every last remnant of my cum, I no longer know what to think, much less say.
“What about you, Leo? Would you like to try experimenting with me?” There’s a twinkle of amusement in his familiar chocolate brown eyes as he lures me in with his words.
The fever dream I had rushes though my mind at rapid speed, every new kink I explored lighting up my body from the inside out.
There is no real question here because I believe I finally know what I want.
I no longer want to be the quiet intern that overworks himself in the shadows and goes home to a quiet house with no one there.
I want to play.
Lifting Jean’s hand holding that holds the éclair, I pull it towards my mouth and take a bite, moaning at the unique flavor. Jean watches me with an assessing gaze, pupils blowing wider by the second.
“Yes, I would like that very much.”