The Trace of Success (closed for AndreaSubbie)

Grace took a sip of her wine. It was nice. The wrong word to use, but then she wasn't a wine expert. But yes, it was nice, and surprisingly didn't seem at all alcoholic.

“Yes, Sir, your 11 o'clock, is having a lovely evening,” she replied, happier now that the pretty waitress had gone and that Grace was again getting all of Mr. R's attention. Though his comment on size hadn't gone unnoticed and made her blush all over again. Thank goodness all thoughts of sex were far from her mind. A big one, as it normally cums, a 12, too much for her to handle. She shook her head to clear the inappropriate thought and drank more wine. It really was very nice. The wine, not the thoughts, the wine.

Such a good thing that it wasn't very alcoholic.
 
Ish smirked when she thought about the 12 ounce steak. Was she thinking about his cock or just the steak itself? The man looked at her and then said. "That's good you're enjoying yourself there, Grace." He said to her as he then took a sip of his wine. Just then, the waitress would come in with their orders.

"Okay, a 16 Oz Kansas City Strip. Medium Rare, with a Fully Loaded Baked Potato and Broccoli with Cheese. And a 12 Oz KC Strip, Medium Rare with the same items too." The waitress said. Just then, Ish spanked her ass again. This time gripping it in his hand. The way he was gripping it was domineering. Ish then looked down her blouse.

The waitress blushed and then smirked at him as he did that. She returned to her area, red in the face.
 
Grace fumed inside. How dare Mr. R flirt so outrageously with that awful pretty waitress! What did the waitress have that Grace didn't? Ok, maybe there was more to see down her blouse, but Grace was in a strapless dress and Mr. R hadn't once tried to look down it. And then there was the ass grabbing. Touching the waitress's ass again! And he hadn't done that at all with Grace.

But she didn't want to spoil the date. No, her job chances, she corrected. Didn't want to spoil her job chances and so covered her sulk by drinking more wine. Half the glass. That's how jealous she was.

Jealous? Was Grace jealous? She was shocked at her self-discovery. She'd never thought of herself as the jealous type, or attention-seeking. And yet.

She drank the rest of her wine. Thank goodness it wasn't alcoholic.
But she needed food in her tummy to ease the light-headedness she was feeling. Obviously, lightheaded from hunger. After all, there was no alcohol to speak of in the wine. Was there?
She got started on her steak and treated herself to a juicy mouthful of meat.
 
Although the anger and jealous towards him wasn't normal, he thought he pushed Grace's buttons. Ish smirked as she sipped the wine. The wine was 14% ABV, which she did not know. He saw her bite down on that piece of steak like a cock.

Sure, he would stare down her dress if he wanted to. But Ish was already stripping her with his brown eyes, seductively. He was definitely staring down her dress a bit now. The way her beauty was entrancing. A bit striking same beauty as Audrey Hepburn was in "Breakfast at Tiffany's".

Ish moved his seat a bit closer to her as he was smirking. "Y'know, there's something you get to do that the waitress doesn't." He said smirking at her, teasing her cause he already had a bulge in his pants.
 
Grace suddenly looked up, and stopped chewing on the delicious meat filling her mouth so nicely.

She looked Mr. R in the eye, then dropped her gaze. Had she been that obvious? She wondered to herself. So obvious that Mr. R was mentioning the pretty waitress specifically? Grace tried to dismiss the thought of turning up for her first day of work wearing an outfit identical to the waitress. That really would be obvious!

She glanced back up and noticed him trying to look down her dress, and not hiding the fact. That was more like it! She said to herself and took another large sip of the non-alcoholic wine. Not that she invited men to look down her top, to look at her small boobs, to ogle her flesh. But if her date was going to ogle anyone, it should be her! Grace! His 11 o'clock!

She started chewing again, the meat in her mouth delicious but not easing the lightness in her head. She drank some more wine.

“So what do I get to do that, who was it? The waitress? That the waitress doesn't? I hardly noticed her.”

Grace was lying. Of course she noticed the waitress, her rival for Mr. R's attention. But she wasn't going to admit it. Not easily. Better to pretend she wasn't actually jealous of the pretty woman.

“So yes, what do I get to do that she doesn't?” Even Grace herself could hear the feeling she put into that word, she.
 
Ish slowly smirked and then whispered in her ear. "You get to play with my bulge under the table." He smirked as he whispered that in her ear. Was he hinting her to give Ish a handjob, perhaps wait til they get done with dinner.

Maybe saying this would've eased up Grace's mind, but for now. He would clear his throat and talk business. "Alright, also. You'd get to be a starlet if you actually got to agree with my deal. Perhaps even a Production Assistant on the side. You'd get paid twice more if you accept." He said while he refilled her wine glass himself.

The way he was sweetening the deal was literally the icing on the erotic cake. Was she going to accept, or would Ish ease her in a bit? He smirked with so many things on his mind for her.
 
Grace was shocked at Mr. R's whispered comment, which went so much further than the casual flirting that had been going on so far. She moved back a little, putting some space between them, and bought herself some time by drinking more of the wine. She was thankful that she'd drunk so little of it; her glass was still nearly full. But since it wasn't really alcoholic, it didn't really matter. She took another long sip.

She tried to get to grips with the new offer her Boss was making. Starlet and production assistant. At twice the pay. Things were moving in the right direction. Of course, she'd never agree to be a starlet, to take off all her clothes for the camera, to have sex in front of a camera. No way. Not her. Never. Wouldn't happen. She even shook her head to confirm it even though she hadn't yet said anything to Mr. R.

“Twice the pay, Production Assistant, two-week trial and I keep the job if I save you more in costs than you pay me.” Grace thought that her counter-offer was a good one. It would cost Mr. R hardly anything if she failed, in which case he could fire her. And if she succeeded, which she confidently expected, then it made him money. Pretty much a win for him either way. Grace was still not convinced that anyone would really want to see her nude in front of a camera, but was flattered by Mr. R's persistence. In fact, she thought to herself, she'd be disappointed if he stopped trying to make her a starlet.

She softened her counter-offer by adding, “But it's totally up to me if I agree to be a starlet, in front of the camera,” she said, not ruling the idea out completely, letting Mr. R believe that he still had a chance to persuade her despite the fact that it was never going to happen. Never, no way, not no how.
 
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"Hmmmm how about my terms? Mine are plain as day, mixed with yours. Set in Stone." Ish said to her smiling as he sipped his wine. Was she playing hard to get with his demands? He could also notice that she was also getting a bit drunk for sure. "I promise you, you'll not regret this. Production Assistant and Starlet." He said to her as he was convincing her either way.

Now he would turn her offer away and fire her, but he was a very noble and honest man. He wasn't gonna do that to her. Either way, both played hardball. It was he was gonna cave in and deal with her requests, which he did not believe in someone with less porn experience to be a production anything without having porn experience and knowledge under their belt. It would make him feel defeated.

He waited for her to reply as he then would finally whisper. "I'm out, under the table. Rock hard. Go ahead and stroke it." He smirked as he waited for her.
 
Grace moved even further away, slightly repulsed by the crude suggestion Mr. R had made about stroking him. And up to that point he'd been doing so well; so assured, charming. She'd expected him to negotiate hard. Well, not rock hard as in erect, like he'd just admitted! But not expected him to be so crude, so unsophisticated, so obvious. She'd not expected him to treat her like a prostitute.

And yet, as off-putting as his invitation was, it was also pretty amazing that she, Grace, had got a man rock hard without actually doing anything or showing anything. Not only that, but the man in question was used to porn starlets being naked around him all the time. Grace drank some more wine to try and still the buzzing in her head and the sluggishness in her arms.

So flattered, yes. Tempted, no.

Which brought her back to the negotiations.

“So, um, Sir, which of my terms do you accept?” She was finding it difficult to remember exactly what she'd suggested.

“How about you let me see your film production in action?” As soon as she'd said it Grace knew that this was a brilliant idea. She could see first-hand how he made his films and probably suggest production improvements and cost savings straight away and talk herself into the job she wanted without the starlet bit.

Grace leaned forward again. “What d'ya think?”
 
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Ish zipped his pants up and then said. "You're just like me when I broke into this business. You wanted to go straight into the producing rather than putting yourself on the map as a pornstar. Except writing was eluded by yours truly at an earlier stage of my career." He said to her smiling.

He then apologized for his actions earlier when he was rock hard, it was unsophisticated and churlish. He was still a gentlemen through and through nonetheless. "Sorry, but your beauty actually got me rock hard plus a throbbing heartbeat for sure. I promise you." He said softly.

As for the terms, Ish would agree to do twice the pay. "Twice the pay, and I would actually like to take you on a tour. Maybe let you get a taste of the business itself." He said smiling at her tour idea suggested even more. "And I say, I'll take you on that tour."
 
Mr. R's apology melted all Grace's discomfort at his earlier behaviour, and actually made her soften towards him. He may not have realised it, but his latest admission was possibly the highest compliment she had ever been paid. Not only had she aroused a man to full hardness, but she'd also inspired him to act sexually beyond his normal behaviour. Effectively, she'd driven him wild.

Wow! Was all she could think to that.

Maybe, just maybe, Grace Goody had it. Some kind of sex-appeal. Just maybe she might actually be sexy enough to go in front of a camera? Not that she would, of course. Nope. Never.

“Twice the pay and a tour of the business. Sounds good to me!” Grace finished the wine in her glass and paused to let the gentle fuzziness leave her head. She could do this. So far everything was going her way.
 
Although Ish was really not gonna cave in, he had a soft spot for her. Even when her beauty was so entrancing and bewitching. He would then slowly refilled her wine as the waitress would come and return. "Would anyone like some desert?" She asked them, in her French accent. Ish turned to her and said. "I'll take some tiramisu." He said smiling at her.

He then turned to Grace, "How about some dessert?" He asked her while he was finishing his steak, the sides were already put away by him as he smiled big. "It can be any dessert, you'd like." Ish said to Grace as he smiled even more.

He was very much in the business of making this young lady's night very magical. Although this wasn't a date but a business deal for sure.
 
“I'll have the same as you, Sir, if I may?” Grace replied, looking from her new Boss to the pretty waitress, wanting to provoke more between the two of them though unsure why. Perhaps wanting to challenge her temporary rival, using the word 'Sir' to see if the pretty waitress tried to do better. Grace also looked the waitress up and down, taking in her shapely legs, taut behind, good chest, nice hair. Yes, she had it all.

Sipping more of her wine to try and clear her head, Grace could feel herself becoming bolder, less cautious, less careful. More brave.

She'd need to be careful. More wine might help.
 
"Of course you may. Ish said to her smiling, as he was looking down the waitress's blouse again. She was wearing a white lace bra, a bit plain but white lace was sexy if adorned by a decent sized bosom. He then smiled as he spanked the waitress's ass again. "You heard the lady, so that's two tiramisu slices." He smirked while gripping her ass.

"Two tiramisu slices. A la mode, Monsieur Roseblazer?" The waitress asked him as she bit her lip again. He nodded then spanked her ass even more as her heels clashed with the floor. She would go to the waiting area again as he smirked and returned his glance to her.

He then said to her. "Hope you like Ice Cream with your tiramisu." He sipped his wine and took a drank from his water to balance things out.
 
Grace grinned to herself, this time enjoying how Mr. R looked at the pretty waitress and felt up her ass. Now that she knew that she had some sexual allure herself, Grace felt empowered, less threatened.

“Sure, however it comes, haha, and she's very pretty, the waitress, and has a very nice chest, don't you think?” Grace asked her Boss, pretending that she was just showing professional awareness, that she could make an assessment of a woman's attributes. As she'd need to in her role of Production Assistant in the porn industry.
Grace drank more of her wine.
 
"She does have nice attributes, for sure. But she's not the one I'm offering a deal to." Ish said to Grace as he was smirking at her. Was she trying to dodge her own potential screen debut by pawning off Suzette, the waitress to be a star instead of her? Sure, but he was gonna recruit Suzette eventually but he wanted to focus on Grace.

When he noticed sexual allure came from Grace, he couldn't help but smile at her. Was she being a bit convinced by him? He even then said to her as he smiled. "Wow, even for someone who's not wanting to be a star. You can see qualities like everybody." He admired her keen eye.

"I can see promise in your future. Guaranteed." He said to her smiling a bit bigger.
 
Grace smiled at Mr. R's promise, a promise of a future. Except that it wouldn't be guaranteed, not really. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that even after groping the pretty waitress and again looking down her top at her admittedly great tits, Mr. R was still interested in her, Grace. That was what she wanted. She liked his attention. And his smile. He was giving her the full wattage. It was nice, and made her feel warm deep inside. She drank some more wine to cool herself down.

“As a Production Assistant in the Adult industry I ought to have a good eye.” Grace said, wanting to prove that she knew what was needed in Mr. R's performers. “But what is it about me that you think would be so good in front of a camera?”

Grace wondered to herself, will he describe my attributes and what he likes about them? Or is it my personality? Does it matter that I don't have big tits? Is it my fresh face? That I'm still a teenager? My nice figure and taut bod? My rather good legs and ass? Or does he just want to get me naked?

Grace knew she was flattering herself and that she was craving praise and attention, but why not when you're on a date? She drank some more wine to try and disguise her very obvious compliment-hunting.
 
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Just then, Ish dawned something on him. He cleared his throat and then said. "Mae. She was just like you. The same hot personality. I gave her break at 18, right after she graduated High school." He said smiling, knowing she got a little convinced. "She took a little break from porn to pursue her degree in business and is keen to work with me. I am hoping you'd be willing to do the same with that nice figure and taut bod." He smirked at her.

He then smiled at the teenage college girl, Grace. "Exact reasons also, Miss Goody is that also you'd be a fresh face and could for sure, see a woody adult film award in your future, if not sooner. I promise you that." He said to Grace, smiling bigger while he then filled her wine glass up to the brim. If that wasn't enough reasons to persuade her, then he didn't know what will.

He then looked into Grace's eyes a bit more. She was indeed a teenage girl but who knew what else was gonna happen.
 
There's something about a man looking into your eyes, Grace thought to herself. That, and the smile, and the compliments were making her glow from inside out. She liked it; was enjoying it. And that smile. She couldn't help smile back.

This was going well.

“I could see a woody, huh?” Grace asked, blushing at the double meaning but liking it, trying to hide her interest by drinking more wine from her refilled glass. It really seemed to help. She knew she'd perked up when Mr. R used the word porn. No safe alternative such as Adult. No, he said porn. She liked that. It was blatant, explicit. Sexy. And he'd said she had a hot personality, a nice figure, taut bod, would be a fresh face in the industry and wasn't too young to start, all the things she wanted to hear. Almost.

Grace wondered if Mr. R would keep on using blatant explicit sexy words if she tried it. She wanted to hear him be more specific about her body, her looks. She wanted him to be more sexual.

“Even though I only have small tits? What d'you think of my legs and ass?”
 
Ish smirked when Grace asked about her legs and ass. "Y'know, I'm not gonna lie to you but I actually do like how your legs were so sexy today in your interview. Do you work out to keep your legs very sexy? If I recall, in the car I ran my hand up and down that exposed leg too." He added to his question and answer, he looked at her smiling big, wondering if she did work out. He too, was hoping for a clear answer from Grace.

Then when she said about her only having small tits, he reassured her and then said. "Hey, one of my starlets doesn't have big tits too. You're not alone on that category. Also, I bet your nipples are perky more since you're not so big in the titty category. Like, if I were to suck on them, would they erect?" Ish said to Grace smiling even bigger, hoping that would help her be convinced more a smidge.

Finally, he then heard about Grace's ass as he then added to his answer. "That was in that skirt today, Mmmmm!! It was so big. Your legs and ass look very sexy in your dress this evening! Personally, I can't wait to put my hand on it. Grip it and then some!" He said to her, complimenting her looks from this morning and now this evening.

Ish then would take Grace's hand and pat it, then said to her. Smiling more of a devious smile to her. "You also did get me hard this morning during your interview cause I was thinking very dirty thoughts. If there had been a camera this morning, I would've lifted your skirt to see your very sexy ass, and spank it too." He said sureingly, he did seal the final conviction to make her feel very good.
 
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Grace quite liked how Mr. R patted and held her hand. It was kind of intimate without being smutty. Though when he'd felt up her leg in the car that hadn't felt smutty either, just kind of sexy.

She giggled at his suggestion that he wanted to spank her ass and lift her skirt, her mind dwelling for a moment on that thought and quite liking it though she couldn't possibly let him know. She liked hearing that he also wanted to grope her ass.

“You had a hard-on and dirty thoughts, huh?” she quipped, “Very dirty thoughts?” She knew that her grin made it pretty obvious that she wasn't in the least offended; quite the opposite. But she didn't want to be too easy. In fact, not easy at all. Grace reminded herself that she wasn't getting naked for Mr. R, or having sex with him, or getting in front of a porn camera. No chance!

She chose not to answer his question about her nipples though it was sexy hearing him talk about them. He was never going to find out how sensitive they got; she was confident that her dress was presently hiding how puffy and pointy they had become. But she could answer his earlier question.

“Actually, I don't work out, my legs and ass are just naturally like this. And I worry that working out will make my small tits even smaller?”

Grace didn't add any more since dessert was just arriving at their table.
 
Ish smiled as the dessert has came to their table. The tiramisu was chocolate drizzled and then couples with Vanilla Ice Cream. Their waitress, Angelique came to their table to deliver their desserts. "And here we are, two slices of tiramisu in a chocolate drizzle and a la mode." She smiled at her while Ish then spanked her ass a bit more after she landed their desserts in front of them.

"Actually, I have a flat chested fit porn starlet too. Her abs are more to die for if you see them. Plus all my stars and starlets have to work out, it's not mandatory or forced. Just I believe in my people being fit for the job." Ish said smiling at Grace, who was eating her dessert. He then would take a dig into his, sipping his wine. Was she really finally convinced to take his offer plus implementing her offer into his too? There, two birds with one stone would work here.

When Ish would also pat Grace's arm, he smiled as he was very convincing. "Enjoy your dessert, Miss Goody. I've also got the extra bottle of wine for later." He smiled at Grace a bit more.
 
Grace's smile at the prospect of more of this alcohol-free wine contrasted with her jealous frown on watching her date spank the pretty waitress on the ass. The thing was, if anyone was going to get her ass spanked, it would be Grace. Not that she was inviting a spanking, or even wanting one. Of course not. That would be silly. Inappropriate. Wrong. And she wouldn't enjoy it. Obviously. Not that she'd ever experienced having her skirt lifted, perhaps slowly, sensuously, panties exposed, ass on show, a strong muscular male hand descending to strike her butt cheek ...

Grace suppressed a shiver of excitement.

But despite the positives, there was a lingering disappointment, a kind of failure. Mr. R had described Grace's tits as flat-chested. Okay, she was small up top, a B-cup. But she wasn't an A, and most certainly not a double-A. She felt slighted, offended. She unconsciously puffed out her chest and sucked in her tummy. Suddenly it seemed important that, despite the strapless dress disguising her attributes, her tits should become more obvious. She didn't intend to work out and make them any smaller.

Her frown deepened as she finished her dessert, and she couldn't even raise a smile at the naughty suggestiveness of it being drizzled, a word that seemed erotic in the context of their date. No, she was ready to leave.

“So, are you going to show me the studio? There is filming in progress tonight, right?” Grace finished her wine to clear her head and settle the lightness in her limbs. Perhaps the alcohol in the tiramisu was getting to her? Thank goodness she only had one small portion. She wasn't good with alcohol, it made her loosen up more than normal, and she tended to make regrettable decisions.
 
Ish smiled as he said said to Grace. "Of course I will show you the studio." He said while he paid for their whole dinner meal with his credit card. Then whispered in Grace's ear. "Y'know, it's not the end of the world. I mean no harm about my last comment." He said while he stealthily gripped Grace's ass as he lead her out to the front of the restaurant. He waited for Buzz, the valet to return with his Lexus.

A few seconds later, Buzz came back with the Lexus. "Here you go, Mr. Roseblazer! Hope everything was good." He said smiling at him as then Ish tipped him again. "Keep your first tip too, Buzz. Have a good night." He then nodded as then Ish, opened the door for Grace as he then spanked her ass since he felt a bit bad about what he had said to her. He just hope the tour makes her feel a bit better.

He pressed the button to start the car as he then headed over to the office and then to the studio lot, next to the office. On the way to the studio, Ish would put a hand on Grace's leg and pat it, but also would run his hand up and down slowly. The studio, just like the office was a 40s landmark too, with revisions done in the 80s and here, recently. It was a mix of brick and modern steel.

He then drove up to the studio. As he was readying to give her the tour. He then got out of the car, and opened the door for Grace as he smiled big at her. "Ready for the grand tour?" He asked Grace.
 
Grace climbed out of the fancy car, taking great care since her slit dress revealed a lot of leg, and also because the tiramisu had gone to her head a little. Thankfully not too much since she'd only eaten a little, and it should pass quite quickly.

“Looking forward to the tour, Sir,” Grace replied, smoothing her dress down, making sure that her small tits were covered but still obvious, some top slope showing. She was NOT flat-chested!

Mr. R was being a gentleman again, stroking her leg in the car without being smutty, just reassuring; holding the car door for her. Grace liked being treated like a princess. A princess in a porn studio. Hmm, that had a nice ring to it. Could it be a film title for a new production? Grace tried it on Mr. R.

“I feel like a princess in a porn studio!” Yes, it did sound rather good to her ears.
 
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