I had a chance to casually glance around, but then a
man approached us. Sian introduced him as her husband
Roger, who was the other half of Priapus Productions.
Roger was a good looking man, and like Sian was
friendly. He projected an aura of openmindedness that
put me at ease. Neither he nor Sian were going to be
judgmental, and I rather liked that.

We chatted a bit, but then Sian again got to the
point. “Do you have any questions?” No. “Are you still
interested?” Um, Yes. “OK, then. Please remove your
clothes before we go on.”

“Excuse me?”

“Surely you must have known you would get naked?” she
smiled. Correction, her mouth smiled, but her eyes
were steely.

“Yes, but…”, my voice trailed off.

“We have a few more things to discuss, so this isn’t
the screen test. I know you must be nervous, and I
want you comfortable being naked in front of me and
Roger. So we can discuss those items with you naked,
or you can leave now. I’ll drive you home if you
like?”

Damn.

Swallowing hard, I pulled my shirt up over my head.
Then I kicked off my loafers and peeled off my pants.
My shorts, which displayed a precum-spot, came off
last. Roger and Sian had watched matter-of-factly, and
now their eyes dropped to my pecker.

“Its nice,” Sian said, touching my dick. “Just relax,
Clem, OK?” My completely limp status betrayed my
nerves.

Roger took a different tack. “Do you always shave your
pubes, or was it just for us?” he said, walking around
me like I was a slave at auction. He was professional,
but it was unnerving.

“I am always shaven,” I said, “but I did shave right
before Sian picked me up.”

“I see,” he said. “Well, you have no horrible
blemishes we’d have to cover up.”

How did one answer that? “Great,” I said.

Roger changed subjects, apparently satisfied with what
he saw. “We need you to fill out a couple forms for
us, if you please?” I nodded, and he led me to a desk
where he pulled out a clipboard with forms on it.

The top one was a model release form, indemnifying
Priapus Productions and their employees from damages,
and allowing them to sell whatever production I was
in. This included, videos, CDs, DVDs, stills,
outtakes, &tc. I put this form on the bottom, to see
what else there was.

The next was a like/dislike form, asking me to sign
off on all the activities I would like to do. More
important were the little boxes next to each item
saying that I would not do the action indicated. I
left most of those blank, figuring that if I were to
do a video I was going to go all the way. ‘In for a
haypenny, in for a pound,” I reckoned. I signed the
bottom of the form and looked over the completed form,
seeing for the first time how really diverse my
fantasies were. Being in this video was about fantasy
fulfillment, and I saw that I had oodles of fantasies.