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[NSFW] Office Space Shenanigans (Yume Kuribayashi & Dreamstreet)

"Promise," Ophelia reaffirmed with a confident nod. She smiled as well, waiting for the elevator to reach their floor as she mused about what they'd do the moment they made it back. It wasn't long since he last visited, but it would still only be his second time at her place. Hopefully she wouldn't wear him out too much as they went at it, but knowing what she did of Max, she had a feeling he'd keep up.

Before long, and after a couple stops to bring on more people, the elevator reached the third floor. Ophelia squeezed her way past the newer occupants and out the door, leading Max in the direction of the parking garage. Once they had beaten the crowd, she resumed the conversation. "Now, before we get back and get started, you wanna stop and grab a bite to eat? Doesn't have to be anything complicated, just a little something to give us the energy we'll need for the long evening ahead."
 
Once they stepped out of the elevator and headed to the parking garage, Max was right behind Ophelia as she asked about getting something to eat on the way to her place. "I could eat, but should we get it to go perhaps? Then we can get to it quicker." He said as he looked around and noticed that they were mostly alone for now, before he would grab onto her arm again and cling himself to it, while they headed for her car.
 
"Of course. I was thinking carry-out from the start, now that you mention it." Ophelia chuckled softly to herself, then looked over at Max with a smile as he started clinging to her arm once again. She then slipped her hand into her bag and started rummaging around for her car key, so she had it on hand before they opened the door and headed into the garage.
 
Max didn't let go one bit of Ophelia's arm as she went to look for her car keys. "That's good... Then we have more time for fun afterwards." He said happily as he almost started to walk faster than the futa, as if encouraging her to get moving so they could start playing sooner.
 
"Mm-hmm," Ophelia nodded. She managed to find her keys, grabbing a hold of them before pushing open the door into the garage with her fist. "And once we're ready to have fun, how should we start? I'd like to know if there's something we should take care of before I start kissing your ass all over, and not just figuratively." She snickered softly, pressing the unlock key on her fob to locate her already recognizable lime green Eclipse.
 
Max began to blush a little at Ophelia's question about how they should start. "W-Well I got an idea..." He said but waited to say anything else until they were both sitting in her car. He got into the passenger seat once she had unlocked it, and closed the door after him. "D-Do you remember you video 'Futa Escort 4'? W-Where a femboy asks a futa for her services and gets to have fun with her, until he doesn't have enough money and she fucks him until she is satisfied?" He asked while blushing even brighter than before. "I-I was hoping we could do something like that... I-If it's not too weird..."
 
Ophelia walked around to the driver's side door and unlatched it just as Max offered up an idea for how they could start, or rather letting her know he had one. Before she got in the car, she shot him a sly and teasing grin. "Go on..."

No surprise, he waited until they were both in the car and the doors were closed before speaking. During that time, she fastened herself into her seat and warmed up the engine, but didn't move the car just yet, instead listening to Max's suggestion in full. She remembered 'Futa Escort 4' very well. It was the third film she had done in the franchise - the first had featured her porn industry mentor Kumo Marumiya in the titular position - and the first where she was in the position of the one being fucked, as opposed to just the one doing the fucking. It had been a couple years since she was last in touch with the co-star of that one... But she could remember the particulars, like what his name was, later. Max's suggestion came first, and she was more than happy to oblige him in response, at the very least...

"Nothing weird about it, Maxy. I'd be more than happy to do a 'Futa Escort 4' with you." She turned to him and smiled, before putting her car into reverse and backing out of her spot. As she looked behind to make sure no one else was coming - she paused briefly for an exiting car to pass, but that was the only interruption - she continued her response. "It's more than fitting for tonight's situation, too. Only fair after everything that's happened that you fuck me first!" She softly chuckled, then shifted gear and advanced ahead, navigating her way down the garage and toward the exit.
 
Max's eyes lit up as he heard how Ophelia was up for doing a scene like that for tonight in order to repay him. It almost seemed surreal to him, to do a porn act with the pornstar from that video. "R-Really? You'll do that with me?!" He asked and looked like he was about to squeal from happiness, before taking a few moments to calm himself down again. Then he closed his eyes and let out a sigh before talking again.

"Then we should say that you really should go hard once it's your turn! I-I've been with Kana so much that I know I can handle it... I promise!" He said and held his hands up, making him look very motivated for it. "S-So you shouldn't think about holding back with me!"
 
Ophelia nodded to Max as further confirmation, then raised her eyebrow in curiosity as he suggested she go hard on him later. "Is that so? Well, with how long we've known each other thus far, I can't say I'm ready to go 100% on you just yet... Though 90 should be more than enough, if it's my payback against yours."
 
Max nodded eagerly at Ophelia. "I think it's more than enough as well... I just wanna see pornstar Opera Brest acting out like she did back then." He said and giggled playfully for himself while looking over lovingly at the futa. "And tonight, I get to act out one of my favorite videos with her!"
 
"That you will," Ophelia nodded as she reached the gate out of the parking garage. She scrolled down her window and pulled out a card from her bag, presenting it to the scanner. As she waited for it to take, she continued her response. "It's been long enough since my retirement that I can get back into doing stuff like that. At least, what I was doing in the middle portion of my career."

Within seconds, the gate lifted up, and Ophelia pulled her card back into the car, driving through onto the approach and the street.
 
Max gave Ophelia another nod. "Y-Yeah I liked that stuff the most, than when you started doing more hardcore and group content... I-I always felt like you were best when you had a partner that you could fool around with on a... W-Well..." He began to blush again. "I-It just seemed more personal and charismatic to me... M-More than just a big dick doing it's thing." He said while blushing even harder as he said those things. "N-Now I probably sound like a perv who just watches porn all the time!" He said and hid his face in his hands to hide his embarrassment.
 
Ophelia nodded along with Max's shakily-delivered explanations and justifications, and eventually started laughing as he buried his face in his hands out of mortification at admitting to such things. After braking to a stop at the upcoming light, she reached over and patted Max on the back. "Ah, don't sweat it, Maxy! There's no shame in having preferences to your porn, especially the big-dicked beauty who starred in all of them." She then looked down with a nostalgic expression on her face. "Truly, I love every production I've worked in. Setting aside some of my amateur works and the film that spurred my retirement, that is..." The latter film wasn't even released, due to her stepping back from it. "But it warms me to know that the one-on-one era is your favorite by far. In a way, you could say I'll be reviving it, with what we'll get down to tonight. But without any recording equipment, of course."
 
Max peaked up again to look at Ophelia's explanation, before giving her a wide smile again. "Then it's like I'm a pornstar as well, right?!" He asked in an excited tone, imagining himself actually being recorded with Ophelia and doing his best. "E-Even without any cameras... I still wanna do my best to be with the best pornstar ever!"
 
"Maybe, but like I said, sans the recording equipment." The light turned green, and she drove ahead, shifting lanes as her turn was coming up. "That's the spirit! And if you do a good job with our 'Futa Escort 4' reenactment tonight, who knows? There may be a fifth installment in the works, just for us..." Of course, that assumed there weren't any more Futa Escorts after #4. There probably were, but if so, Ophelia wasn't in any of them.
 
"R-Really?!" Max said and peaked up even more, as he had a permanent smile on him. "I'll do my best then! Promise!" He said and leaned back in his seat while his hands were rubbing a little against his bulge in pure excitement for the fun they were going to have later on.
 
"Happy to hear it." Ophelia reached down and rubbed Max's thigh for a few seconds, before shifting her focus back to traffic and to the rest of the drive.
 
Max blushed a little from Ophelia rubbing his thigh, which made him look up lovingly at her while they drove on. He didn't even have anything more to say for now, he just kept looking happily at the futa.
 
With their plans for the evening set, the rest of the drive back to Ophelia's place was fairly uneventful, outside of the detour they took to grab dinner. But even then, going through the Cook Out drive-thru went smoothly, and even with the occasional red light during the last stretch, they managed to bring everything back before it could even start getting lukewarm. From there, they retreated to the futa's kitchen first and foremost, sitting down to eat without delay and only the occasional casual chatter in-between bites. Ophelia's order was easy for her to get through, though divergent from the basic fare: a Steak Style burger, fries - both regular sized - and a peach cobbler milkshake. (She was tempted to order either the banana nut or chocolate nut instead, but ultimately stuck with personal preference over any sort of cheeky innuendo.) An adequate combo to help her regain her energy and stamina, with plenty of calories for her to burn off in the encounter to follow...

After everything was finished and the trash thrown out, Ophelia led Max out of the kitchen and in the direction of the house's bedrooms. As she did, she spoke with him, guiding him through the last step before they could start, one that was important for the request the femboy had made earlier.

"I hate to keep you waiting any more already, but if I'm gonna give you the 'Futa Escort' treatment, I'll have to get dressed for the role. Best case, should take me about ten minutes, fifteen tops." She raised her hand and pointed to her left. "The guest room through the second door to your left has a bunch of outfits in its closet, some of which are in your size. You're free to get dressed up too, if you wanna kill time or want to fuck me in something besides your suit or bare naked. Otherwise, you're free to wait there 'til I come in and we get things started. Sound good, Maxy?" She looked back at him and winked, smiling with encouragement.
 
Max kept on smiling through the car ride back to Ophelia's place, even as they went through the Cook Out drive-thru. He was being rather slow at picking out what he wanted, so as the futa had placed her order, the femboy lightly panicked. He went for picking a hotdog with ketchup, cheese fries and a diet coke for himself. Not that it was a bad choice for him, but he rarely had takeaway so it was hard for him to choose between all the things he wanted. So when their ordered was referred back to them by one who took it, he gave the futa a nod and smile to show that he was happy with his order.

Once they got to her place and started to eat, Max smiled even happier as he enjoyed his food and got through all of it at the same time as Ophelia did. He only stopped as they would chat and grin as they would joke around. It made him relax even more, and forget that he was just about to reenact a porn scene he had watched many times, with the pornstar he had fantasized about more times that he could even remember.

As he heard how she talked about getting dressed for the role, Max almost squealed in excitement, before shaking his head at her question about him also finding another outfit. "No I like the idea of me being a salary man, who tries to fuck a futa right after work... And then not having the money to pay for it afterwards." He said and snickered for himself, showing just how excited he was for this. "I'll see you in the guest room then." He said and happily got moving into the room that Ophelia had pointed out.
 
"Just like in the flick, huh? Very well. In that case, I'll go authentic too. Maybe a little inaccurate, so that it's something special between the two of us~." She held up her hand, pinching the air with her thumb and index, then winked at Max once more before continuing on to her bedroom. "See you then!" She waved to him as she went on her way.
 
Max gave Ophelia one final nod before leaving her to head to the guest room. As he got in and closed the door after him, he took a few moments to take a look around the room. It had a big bed, a small couch and a nightstand. Nothing too fancy, but surely nice enough to stay in for a night or two, when someone wouldn't be in Ophelia's bed. For the time being, he was just fiddling around the room, grinning widely for himself as he waited for the futa to come in and surprise him. He even put his phone over on the nightstand so he wouldn't get distracted by it when he would be fooling around with the former pornstar.
 
The next fifteen minutes weren't very excruciating a wait, but with the limitations he set for himself, it could have easily been tortuous. There was little for Max to do in the room, set up like a hotel suite at the small-scale, besides wait for the door to open. With his phone off his person for the purpose of avoiding distraction, it made options even more limited. Then again, knowing was was going to happen the moment the wait ended, and how much he looked forward to it... he could wait for hours and not get bored. But again, as it turned out, it was only fifteen minutes - actually, a little closer to sixteen or seventeen - before his anticipation paid off.

First, a brief pair of knocks to the other side of the closed door. Then, a sultry voice, familiar in two respects. "I'm coming in~." And finally, the turning of the knob and the push open that followed.

Their roleplay/reenactment had begun.

Holding onto the doorknob as she made her way in, Ophelia's presence made quite the instant impact, even moreso in person than it did on camera. It may have been a few years, but her outfit from Futa Escort 4 hadn't changed in the slightest, fitting her almost perfectly with the only difference being extra tightness up top. The emerald green button-up halter top, with long sleeves and exposed shoulders, had plenty of space for a pair well beyond two handfuls, but even then it conformed to the futa's tits as if the silk were spandex. (Despite appearances, it actually might have been!) The black waistbelt, which acted like a modern corset, further emphasized her bust above, while below it seamlessly transitioned to a nylon miniskirt. Naturally, it stopped high enough to show her legs, which were adorned in fishnet stockings and knee-high leather go-go boots, but those accessories weren't where one's eyes would think to land. Instead, it was the centerpiece: her cock and balls, hidden away and yet perfectly outlined, glans and all, in a thick lycra pouch attached to a G-string thong. An equally thick zipper, silver to contrast the deep blue of the sheath, ran the length of her shaft, as if to further tease what was about to happen. Far from practical but undoubtedly erotic: a flawless outfit worthy of a big-dicked call girl.

She looked at Max for a few seconds, then let out an assertively curious hum. "Hmmm, so you're my next client, huh?" She placed her left hand above her hip for emphasis, her grin widening. "I wasn't expecting you to be so cute~." She chuckled softly, licking her lips seductively in the meantime.

So far, she was sticking to the script exactly. If Max couldn't remember how to respond verbatim, it was no pressure; she could improvise, no problem. But even so, she had a feeling reenacting his favorite porn like this would get him in the mood. A theory she didn't even need to test, knowing the femboy like she had over the past week or so.
 
Max was sitting on the edge of the bed, fiddling with his fingers and imagining just what Ophelia would look like when she came in. Perhaps she would be trying out a new outfit, or just going with something seductive. Even through that, he was going through the old scene in his head over and over again, almost like he was practicing his lines for an audition. But in truth, it was pure excitement for him, for whenever the former pornstar would come into the room.

Then his concentration was broken as the sound of the doorknob turning and the door slowly opening. His eyes peeked up to see Ophelia coming in and posing in front of him. To his biggest surprise, her outfit was just like in the movie she had starred in. The green top that hugged her big breasts tightly, the waist belt and miniskirt, along with how perfectly her cock was outlined underneath her outfit, leaving just enough to the imagination. For a few moments, Max was completely stunned while he looked intensely at the futa. His lips moved a little, like was trying to remember what to say, even though he was too taken in by the sexy and seductive outfit that Ophelia was wearing. However after a few more moments of staring at her, which could perhaps be seen as real acting on his behalf, he finally spoke up in a low tone.

"Y-You're Miss Brest, right? The lady I talked to on the phone?" He asked, remembering that they would use their pornstar names during filming and decided to try and stick to the script for the time being. At first, he waited for a response from Ophelia that would lead to confirmation that she was his 'escort', which in turn made him blush harder, even though a tent was forming in his pants, which he weren't able to hide. "Y-You should know, that I normally don't do this kind of thing... It's just been a long week, and I just... I need to relax a bit." He said before taking a step closer towards the futa, his fingers twiddling nervously, both in character and in real excitement, as he looked up at Ophelia again.

"I-I got the money! S-So I can pay for the service!" He said quickly, remembering the scene. It didn't come as sudden in the movie, but he still wanted to say it before they would get into the sexy action part of the roleplay.
 
Smiling in approval for a moment at Max's choice of words - basically the script verbatim, down to the nervous starting stutter - Ophelia nodded her head in response. "The one and only~." She let go of the door and let it shut behind her, taking one more step in as she placed her other hand above her hip and lightly pushed her crotch forward. "And for tonight, this body is all yours~."

"Y-You should know, that I normally don't do this kind of thing... It's just been a long week, and I just... I need to relax a bit."
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"Well, you've come to the right establishment," the futa continued, raising her hand and curling her index finger inward in a beckon for him to come closer. "However much you need to 'relax', I'll happily do for you, sir, so long as you pay for my services when all's said and-"

"I-I got the money! S-So I can pay for the service!"
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She didn't even finish her sentence before he said the next line, something that caught her off-guard with a blink and an open mouth, but as it wasn't entirely off-script, she was able to improvise quickly, getting back in character without hesitation. "That's good. But as I was saying, let's wait 'til the end for your money to change hands, okay?" She closed her eyes and smiled sweetly at him, then just as quickly opened them and returned to the sensual persona she put on from the moment she stepped in the door. "Now, let's get started with a little prepwork, shall we?"

The futa then moved onto her knees, as she did so rubbing Max's erection through his pants. It was only for a few seconds before she brought her other hand in to unzip his pants and drop both them and his underwear, revealing his lower half and most importantly his cock into the open. Chuckling softly, she started stroking him directly. "What a nice cock you have here, almost as cute as you are~," she teased. "But I can tell there's more to it than that." Without another word, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, taking the femboy's member inside and sucking on it as she continued stroking his lower half. At the same time, she reached down and started stroking her own sheathed cock, like she was making sure their pleasure was as mutual as could be.
 
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