This choice: Interview for the Artfilm. • Go Back...Chapter #3Reply to the art-film advert. by: weirdo   John reluctantly decided to pursue the dodgy art film advert. He needed money fast and starring in someone's weird film project sounded a lot less painful than wrestling people. He replied to the Craigslist advert, and almost instantly got a reply back telling him to go to a specified address. Without further ado, he got dressed, grabbed his phone and wallet, and set off towards opportunity.
Thankfully for John the address wasn't too far from his apartment, as he had to walk there (His car was pawned off much like the rest of his belongings). As he approached his destination he started to have second thoughts. A rundown apartment building stood in front of him; The disheveled brick structure was plastered in crude graffiti, and the windows were boarded up with plywood. John swallowed his fear and knocked on the stained wooden front door, silently praying some serial killer didn't answer. John's fears were alleviated when the door opened revealing a petite 5-foot-tall woman. She had short hair dyed a muted blue and a cute, freckled face adorned with thick-rimmed glasses.
"Ah, you're here!" She exclaimed excitedly, "wait, you are the guy that replied to my advert, right?"
"The very same." John replied.
"Good, good. Well, come on in then!" The girl invites him in with an exaggerated arm gesture. "Oh, I should introduce myself. The name's Mia, what's your name?"
"John."
Mia lead him down a dingy hallway and up some stairs, before arriving at a medium sized room where he assumed the film would be shot. The walls and floor were lined with blue tarps, and there was a seedy looking mattress laying on the floor at the far end of the room. A rather expensive looking camera was propped up on a tripod in the corner, pointing towards the center of the room.
"As you may be able to guess, this is where the action will take place. The tarps are to make the cleanup easier if you were wondering."
"So, what exactly are we filming, and what's my role?" John questions, not looking forward to the answer.
"I’m glad you asked!" Mia replies, "I'm a film student, and we've been given an assignment to make a short film that criticizes some aspect of society, big or small. So, I've decided to make a critique on capitalism, or more accurately, what it can drive people to do." Mia gestures at John. "Be it out of greed or necessity, you came here to earn money, right?"
"Uh, right. That still doesn't explain what I’m doing here." John retorts.
"Oh right. What’s the time?" Mia says, checking her watch. “Ah! She should be here any second now.”
Mia then rushes out of the room, leaving John alone. What it can drive people to do. John didn't like the implications of that statement.
Mia returns along with another woman. The first thing that strikes John about this woman is her size. She looks to be about 350 pounds and stood roughly 5 inches taller than him, with thick thighs disguised by loose navy jogging bottoms, along with an enormous belly and hefty breasts, compacted and shaped by a tight-fitting grey tank top. The woman's messy, greasy looking hair was dark brown and came down to her shoulders; Her face was pudgy, but average looking besides that. She was coated in sweat, presumably from the exertion required to get up the stairs.
"This is my friend, Khloe. She'll be your co-star, if you catch my drift." Mia says with a wink.
John's heart immediately sinks. He had been hoping this whole time he would just have to have some fun, kinky sex with Mia. Instead he'd have to do whatever Mia has planned with Khloe, a woman so unhygienic that her pungent body odor had permeated the entire room as soon as she entered.
"Wow, Mia wasn't lying when she said you were cute." Khloe remarks, causing John to blush a little.
"Now, it's Khloe's first time so be patient with her, ok?" Mia says before taking position behind the camera. "No time like the present, so let's begin."
“Wait, you never explained what I’m supposed to do!” John exclaims.
“Just follow Khloe’s lead, there isn’t exactly a script for this.” Khloe admits. “I want organic reactions, so don’t try and act, just be yourself.”
Mia begins recording as Khloe approaches you, her stench becoming more potent to John as the distance between the two 'stars' closes. Khloe now stands inches in front of John, looking down upon him. Her pose was intimidating, with her hands on her hips and her chin(s) lifted high.
"On your knees, bitch" Khloe commands, taking an assertive tone.
The sadistic look that had taken shape on her face told John she wasn't joking. He proceeded to get on his knees, his face now level with Khloe's crotch. The smell was even worse at crotch level, causing John to almost gag.
"Pull down my pants, and do it slowly."
John obeyed and begrudgingly began to shimmy down her sweat-soaked pants. While John was having an awful time struggling to budge the tight waist band of her pants, Khloe was elated. She'd always fantasized about dominating a man, but had never been able to get with anybody due to her poor hygiene driving prospective 'victims' away. But now, she had a cute guy kneeling beneath her ready to do whatever she commanded.
As John finally pulled down Khloe's pants with one last tug, he was met with...
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