Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2024 14:50:20 -0700 From: Hey All Subject: Real Estate (bisexual, adult friends) "Real Estate" by HeyAll Nifty can be supported here, every dollar counts. https://donate.nifty.org Gay PornStar Harem Contest 2024 Support my work on Patreon for custom/exclusive content. Tips appreciated. https://www.patreon.com/HeyAllStories https://twitter.com/HeyAllStories xxx The carpet is so clean that I'm walking around barefoot. This entire office floor should be bustling in a normal year. Instead it's empty and I'm using it as a private workspace. This is downtown San Francisco, the new economy, and the real estate market is rough. My designer boots are next to my bag, laying around, and I'm using a regular table as my desk. I'm sitting on a folding chair in front of my laptop. I'd just taken new pictures of the view and layout, part of a reinvigorated marketing push. I'm wondering how it's possible that this commercial building is leased way below nearby buildings. Our rates are virtually identical, if not discounted. I'm snapped out of my daydream when my phone buzzes. Golshan is calling. She's a Jewish beauty with so much style she belongs in a magazine. We both started in real estate together, we were partners selling and flipping homes. We went our separate ways professionally, but we've remained best friends. "Hey you." "Hey, I can't talk for long," Golshan says. "I'm in the office. If I send you something in an email, promise to keep it a secret?" "I'm insulted you're asking. Of course I keep secrets." "Fantastic. I spent like an hour writing this. I've got to go. Read it, we'll talk later." "Later then, bye." "Bye." The call ends and I wait for the email. A few moments later I receive it. xxx Hey babe, This is going to be a lot to unpack, so I carefully worded this. This stays between us. Give me a call tonight when you cool down and think about this. 1) After much thought, I've decided to move back to France to be closer with family. My parents are getting older, my brothers and sisters, you know the drill. I have a job lined up there and everything. Don't worry, I'll always return to SF to visit old friends. 2) Ever wonder why the recovery of San Francisco real estate has been so uneven? Why some places have recovered more than others? Watch the attached video. That's the secret. Office sex is the hottest new trend in the porn world. Not just fake offices anymore, but the real thing. Producers have been taking advantage of low rates and have been reaching out to realtors (myself) and I've been making a killing lately, while others have not (you). This creates a chain reaction. As it turns out, office men (and a few women) love the novelty of porn being created in their building. Some even partake, something during break time. That's why certain real estate has a major edge. Before I leave San Francisco real estate by the end of the year, I'm going to forward all my contacts to you. These producers will be dealing with you. 3) Your employer has been quietly looking for new representation. He's heard about the dirty little secret and has decided to relax the building regulations. I was contacted, but I told him to STAY WITH YOU. Because YOU will be handling my contacts from now on. So yeah, this is all yours, babe. Major opportunity. Don't screw up. Love, Golshan xxx After reading her email, I'm certain it's a gag, but I click the attached file to see what she sent. A young black woman is wearing office attire in the video, her top is unbuttoned, big breasts exposed, dark nipples, and she's bent over a desk being railed by a guy. Her breasts spill out of her top from the hard thrusts. Obviously I'm familiar with internet porn, but this is beyond the normal content you'd find on any website. The office may be a fictitious setup, but the background is real. I notice that they're really in a downtown area. The surrounding buildings. The skyline. It's all so familiar. San Francisco? I forward the video to the `money shot' where the woman gets on her knees to take a facial. When they move, the camera also moves and I get a clearer view of the city behind. There's no doubt about it, this is definitely San Francisco and I'm almost certain I know which building this is. A property Golshan is tasked with leasing out. So my friend was telling the truth in that email. I sit back, letting the video play of this attractive black woman taking a cum shot, and think about the ramifications. How does this even work? Do they have a handshake deal with city regulators? Is there some underground network these landlords are catering to? The thought of compromising my ethics and the integrity of this building for a quick lease makes my stomach churn. But seeing others thrive while I'm now struggling makes the offer tempting. I pick up my phone and think about calling Golshan right now. I want to scream at her, even though she didn't do anything wrong. Business is business and she managed to find an edge in the marketplace. I remind myself that the investors who own this building also know the `secret' and apparently expect me to do the same. But even that is hard to believe. After thinking it over, I call the guy who owns the majority-investment in this commercial building. He answers after a few rings. We keep things cordial. He asks for updates, knowing there's little progress for new tenants. I avoid using terms like `pornography' and certainly avoid sexual terms, but I hint at it. I dance around the topic. He does the same dance, avoiding certain words. "Just get it done," he says. "You know, the city is struggling, I get it. Sad to see all those empty storefronts. Westfield Mall is shut down, horrible. Anyway, millions of dollars are on the line, you know? Get it done, or else we'll be forced to take drastic measures." "You have nothing to worry about," I say. "Good, that's what I like hearing. I've always liked you. Smart. Determined. Beautiful." Calling me `beautiful' would normally be a passing compliment. This time, there was a subtle emphasis on that word, which takes on a different meaning now that pornography is involved. I never thought I'd be in the porn business, but here we are. Business is business. And the subtext of the conversation was clear. When the call ends, I think about what I'm going to say to Golshan later. Screaming at her is no longer a viable option. Instead we've become partners of sorts, just like the old days when we'd rely on each other. xxx The elevator is headed to the penthouse floor and I'm dressed to impress. I've got a busy day. Two prospective clients to serve. In this market, that's a blessing. I have people who help with paperwork and background items, but I prefer handling the in-person deals alone. I'd already performed my due diligence on Richardson before negotiating with him. The man has nearly a hundred credits to his name. He's known for realistic storylines and Hollywood style cinematography. Quality stuff, I'll admit. I've only allowed myself to watch a few minutes of his product at a time. As the elevator door opens, there's a nervous sensation in the pit of my stomach. My hand clenches my briefcase tight. Richardson hasn't signed the lease yet, but I'm allowing him to perform a camera test, since after all, he's interested in paying top dollar for prime real estate. There are production boxes and equipment scattered around. Their version of trial period means shooting a porn film and seeing if the location is worth the price. The lease is inside my briefcase. Best case scenario, Richardson is wowed by the location and agrees to sign right away, which he signaled is a real possibility. When he hears me enter, he comes to offer a handshake. The man is a consummate professional wearing slacks and a blazer. He smiles, a genuine one. Mine is more of a tense smile. "Right on time," he says. "We've been waiting on you." "Guess I'm in luck." "Sarcasm?" "A touch." He lifts an eyebrow. "Ever since we met, you've been acting a little strange. Now I think we should clear the air. Are you sure you want to see this?" "Part of my job is making sure things stay within limits." "We won't stain the carpets or ruin the windows." "Funny." "Come on, lighten up. I'd like you to meet the crew." This penthouse floor is top dollar for a reason. As we walk down the hall, floor-to-ceiling windows surround us. Downtown. The ocean. Piers. The bay bridge. I meet the crew for the first time. The performers look like anyone you'd see walking around Market street in the financial district. Two guys with suits. A blonde woman with a nice figure. There's someone for makeup and one guy doing the recording. Again, this isn't an official movie, it's a screen test. There's a bed placed near the window, that's where I assume they'll fuck. Porn isn't what I had in mind when touting `diverse clientele' on my professional website. But oh well. The blonde woman strips down to her panties and heels. I'm only seeing her bare backside. When they put a collar and leash on her, I feel a sudden urge to make an exit. "How's it looking so far?" I ask. "Stunning view. Discreet location. Everything you need." I only ask Richardson when he's taken a step back after giving instructions to the performers. The blonde woman crawls on the bed and approaches the two guys in suits. I'm assuming she's about to suck them off. I'm aroused, but I stay focused on business. "You're right, this location is too perfect. After we finish this screen test, I'll sign the lease. Everyone can go home happy. How does that sound?" "Sounds like a plan. I have all the paperwork with me." "Has anyone ever completed your beautiful hair?" "Mostly in the salon," I say. "Sometimes in casual settings." "You would look wonderful on camera. Would that be a fair bonus?" "Not a chance, but I'm flattered." "Well, maybe you'll change your mind about that. The show is about to start." Thankfully the cameras start to roll and I'm saved from this awkward conversation. Richardson watches the performers with keen eyes. As expected, the sexy blonde undoes the pants of the two men while on the bed. She frees their hard cocks and I'm in awe of how a woman could do that while being filmed. She starts sucking, the downtown scene makes for an amazing backdrop and I can see why this kind of porn is in high demand. A buzz inside my pocket snaps my focus. I check my phone and see a text message. Clinesmith: Hi, we're here early. Are you available? Me: Yes, be right there After sending the text I put my phone away. The action is getting hot and heavy, the woman's head bobs up and down, taking equal turns on both men in suits. It's my first time watching another woman sucking cock and it's titillating. "I'll be right back," I whisper. "Another client is waiting for me." Richardson keeps looking ahead. "Sure, sure. When you come back, we'll do the contracts." "Perfect." I step away from the porn scene and head toward the elevator down the hall. As I'm waiting, I hear the woman start to moan. It sounds like she's being eaten out. Lucky girl. The door opens and I make a fast exit, pressing the button repeatedly to make my escape. x The elevator goes down to the 12th floor and I center myself after what I'd witnessed. I take a deep breath. Watching porn being filmed wasn't nearly as bad as I expected, in fact I'm still buzzing. There's stirring in my loins which I have to ignore. What's inside my briefcase is most important right now. Clinesmith is a real 5'1 firecracker of a woman. Stern. Respectful. Strong voice. She leads an accounting firm that caters to small businesses and we'd been negotiating for weeks on this location. My dear friend Golshan had introduced us. I place copies of the lease agreement on the table, along with documents regarding the building's rules and regulations. In the background I can hear two men already discussing how they'll design this floor and who will take which office. They're down the hall making their plans. "Were you having a busy morning?" Clinesmith says. "Apologies for coming early." "Actually you helped me out. I'd much rather be here." The documents are neatly stacked and I've placed a pen beside them. People that I work with have already gone over these documents. Her lawyers had already reviewed them as well. I smile in her direction, waiting for her to put a signature down. "Before I sign anything, I've heard rumors about an adult entertainment company that's operating here. Golshan mentioned something about that. Is this true?" "Oh, that? You don't have to worry about them. They're professionals and they're on the upper-floor. They won't ever bother you." "No, no, you misunderstand me. I was wondering if there are perks to leasing here." "Was that something Golshan mentioned?" I ask. "Kind of, something about stress relief. I should have mentioned this sooner, but when I heard there's an ongoing production happening right now, it got me wondering." The look on Clinesmith's face and the tone of her voice say it all. She has expressive eyes. I've been in this business long enough to know when a client really wants something, and if they don't get what they want, they're willing to walk away. She must have other options. Other locations which would happily oblige. I force myself to smile. "I'll see what I can do." "Thank you. There's only so much time I can spend on my knees. Retaining top talent is a difficult feat and having some help would be great. I'll gladly compensate them, of course." "I see. And to make sure we're on the same page... you're talking about..." "Blowjobs. My team could use them, especially during tax season when things get hectic, and there's only so much I can give." "Oh, I see." How is she not mortified? I wonder how a woman like that can be so shameless. Standing around and discussing this is pointless, so I tell Clinesmith that I'll be right back and make the inquiry, which is easily going to be the most debasing moment of my life. x As I ride the elevator to the penthouse floor, briefcase in hand, I pray that the offer will be rejected. This is a full-blown ethical tightrope walk, and with every floor the elevator climbs, the potential for an epic fail becomes more real. What started as a great day could soon become a disaster. I cringe when the door opens. There is a porn shoot going on, and for all I know, the blonde woman could be getting drilled in the asshole. There's a subtle sense of relief when I only hear conversation. No moaning. I walk down the hall to find them. The blonde woman is laying on the bed with cum splattered on her face and breasts. The men are naked from the waist down. The camera man is taking glamor shots of the blonde and she's posing for each shot, embracing the leisurely moment. Robertson approaches me by the window when I wave him over. "This is a totally inappropriate request," I say. "Feel free to decline, okay?" "Sure, what's going on?" "The accounting firm on the 12th floor. They want... well... favors. They'll be willing to pay, not sure how much. I know it's an absurd request. It's okay to decline." "What kind of request? A request could mean anything." "Blowjobs. Her words, not mine." I want to crawl under a rock from the shame, and the course language, but surprisingly, Robertson seems receptive. This doesn't shock him at all. He's thinking the same way a business would think when receiving an offer. "Yeah, sure, that could work if my women are compensated enough. It's always good to have cohesion amongst building tenants." "Really?" "Only if you do me a favor. You see that pussy over there? Play with it. I want to record the back of your head. I love your hair, that professional outfit. You'll look gorgeous on film." "I'm sorry, not a chance. I don't do pornography." "Then maybe I'll take my business elsewhere. There are other great deals, you know, other great locations in this city." "You can't be serious." "It's just a thought." There's a subtlety to his request, half playful, half serious. The man has significant leverage and he knows it. My mind races. The ethical tightrope I've been walking is now positioned over a bottomless pit. My career is fucked if this information ever gets out about me. But then again, my career is fucked if I don't have these leases signed. "I'm sure there's a compromise," I say. "Your face won't be recorded. This is just a test screening. It'll never be made public. That's the compromise." "And the lease?" He smiles, "I'll be happy to sign, right after you touch." "You're a shrewd businessman." "In this line of work, I have to be." There's no point in arguing. No last-ditch effort to salvage my dignity. It's a gamble, a risk play, but the alternative is potentially losing my job representing this place. If all I have to do is touch, then I can live with that. I approach the bed and all eyes turn to me; the men cleaning their cocks, the camera man, the cum drenched blonde. Her eyes sparkle when she sees me approaching. Oh yes, she wants this. When I stand at the edge of the bed, the woman waits. The camera man is given instructions to film from behind, to avoid my face, to protect my identity. All that's needed is my hair and outfit and magic touch. I take a good look at the blonde woman's pussy. It's wet, freshly fucked. Her tits and face are glazed with cum. The sooner this is done, the better. I can't even look at the woman anymore, I focus on the city view as I touch the mound. My skin makes contact with her fluids. This is my first time touching another woman in this manner, but this isn't about stimulation. It's a job, like any other job. My fingers dip inside and the camera man takes shots of me from behind, capturing the things which give me a professional appearance, because they strive for authenticity. My two fingers go deeper and the woman squirms. This is what Robertson wants to see, so I'm giving it to him. It's a secret for us in the room. I'll probably tell Golshan about this someday. My fingers curl and the woman moans. Her pussy is drenched and my heart is pounding. She's red hot. I'm just doing a job. "I might know others," he says. "Business associates, acquaintances with money, those sorts of people. I can put in a good word about this location." Robertson speaks with a hushed tone, I've aroused him. His confidence is being eroded by the horny part of his brain. Watching me finger-fuck this nude woman excites Robertson more than the threeway that just happened. Now I have the leverage, which is one of the most important tools in any negotiation. "In exchange for?" "You know what I want," he says. "I don't have a clue." "Lick it." The camera is so close behind me, that I can feel the pixels swirling around, along with the camera man's breath against my skin. My fingers go deeper into the pussy, with my thumb rubbing her clitoris. This woman is electrified. I'm absolutely aroused by fingering her while everyone is watching us. I pull my fingers out, leaving a gaping hole for a moment, then I bend down and kiss the mound. The camera feels like a judgemental spotlight behind me, even more than the men in the room who are aroused by seeing this. The mound is soft. Warm. I keep on kissing. This woman's pussy is freshly fucked and it looks that way. Fluids are dripping. My tongue darts inside before I can overthink this. She's pulsing. She's delicious. Her body is stirring from the busy morning. My tongue goes a little deeper, when I think I've done enough, I pull my tongue out in a hesitant manner. I feel a trail of fluid connecting my lower lip to this woman's pussy. "Until she cums," he says. That wasn't my intention, but if that's what it takes, then I slip two fingers inside while sucking on the woman's clit. It does the trick. That magic combination always does. Her whole body tenses and it feels so wrong making her cum. Like I'm violating her. Or perhaps that I'm violating my own ethics. Her orgasm stains the bed yet again, next to the other wet stains. She'd already cum before I'd gotten here and now she only releases trickles. I'm thankful for that, because the last thing I need is her ruining my outfit and making a mess on me. The look on her face is exhilarating to witness. My fingers plunge in and out. I see her mouth wide open. My heart pounds, my stomach is in knots, and I'm certain my face is red with shame. When I pull away with my fingers soaked, I notice that the blonde's eyes have rolled back and she quivers. "You are a fucking natural," he says. "Very nice work. I've underestimated you." "She was already warmed up." In a panic I wipe my fingers on the bed sheet because I'm embarrassed being seen like this. My status, my reputation, they're both on the line here. It pains me to be recorded, but I'm also very aroused and in need of my own release later. "You're very modest. Now, about that lease." I look at Richardson, who's beyond pleased with what I'd just done with this performer. After wiping my fingers as dry as possible, I walk over to my briefcase and get the stack of papers along with a pen. I don't care that I've left dried pussy stains on my belongings. I can always get another briefcase later. x The taste lingers in my mouth as I head down to the 12th floor. The shame still burns. I can only hope that I never see any of those people again, but I'll be in contact with Richardson because he promised to inquire about new renters. When the elevator door opens, no one is around. I look at the table in the lobby. Only some of the agreements have been signed. Not the lease. I hear banter down the hall and walk toward it, with an ominous feeling in the pit of my stomach. In the office I see the two men, who've now stripped naked with their hard cocks pointed forward, while Clinesmith is sitting on the couch, waiting for them. Her office skirt is removed. She's sitting in only her expensive heels and stockings. Her designer jacket is open revealing a black bra. She somehow manages to look slutty and classy at the same time. Unlike what just happened on the penthouse floor, this is more surreal because a woman like Clinesmith is who I aspire to be. Someone to be taken seriously in the workplace and social scene. The contrast between her earlier professional appearance to right now is something that shocks me to the core. "Told you these men love their blowjobs," she says. "They couldn't wait until later. I couldn't even finish signing the lease." She's stroking the two men as they stand in front of her, while she remains sitting. Lust is in her eyes, her mouth is open, she's salivating for this. Her hands caress their shaft and balls. Office sex is something normal in her world, something she's experienced with. "I should go." "Please, stay. These gentlemen like being watched, it turns them on." "I'll stand here then." "Take your top off, at least? It'll help them cum quicker. After that we can sign the lease. Everybody wins." She's jacking their cocks and they're all looking at me. They're expecting me to do it. Clinesmith isn't necessarily bargaining, she'll sign the lease regardless, but she wants this favor. Her gaze, as sharp as the diamond on her finger, doesn't hold the same perverted glint as the producer, but the expectation is clear. What's a favor between friends? My fingers start undoing my top in a sensual way. It's a calculated move, this slow reveal, a performance for the audience of three, but really I'm doing this to make Clinesmith happy. Or perhaps this is my way of maintaining control. I can't be seen as a novice. This isn't the power play they anticipated and the shift in the dynamic is intoxicating. Clinesmith's gaze starts to soften as she becomes more aroused. Without any extra furniture around, I toss my clothes on the floor. My nipples are fully erect. I'm standing topless and the cocks turn harder and Clinesmith takes them into her mouth, one after the other, making that lewd plopping sound. She sucks with greed. She eventually takes them both at the same time, pressing the heads together as she slathers them with her tongue and lips. The tips of their erections touch and then she slathers their shafts and balls. After a few moments of watching I slip my hand down and touch myself bare. The men go back and forth between watching me masturbate and watching Clinesmith sucking on their cocks. Clinesmith, on the other hand, has her gaze focused solely on me. Assessing me. I'm initiated into their corporate secret. It isn't much longer until the men stroke their wet cocks and Clinesmith opens her mouth for them. Her head is tilted back. Her tongue is out. The men glaze her tongue and it forms a pool of cum. How does she avoid gagging? Her discipline is unmatched. She's able to hold that pose, an experienced cocksucker while her mouth is flooded, and the excess glazes her chin and chest and the rest hits her jacket. When the men are drained she closes her lips and gulps. It takes two gulps to get it all down. She's satisfied by this nasty exchange, keeping the men she works with happy, while also indulging in her own exotic taste for group pleasure. She's breathing deep and then she looks at me again. Having me watch is exciting to her. For the second time this morning, my hand is covered in warm cum. This time it's my own. I give myself the much needed release after everything which had built up this morning, the stress, the money, the flagrant sex acts surrounding me. After making a mess of my own, I pull my fingers out and taste. I know what I taste like, but the blonde's dried cum on my fingers gives a pleasant aftertaste. xxx I'm sitting naked on the 15th floor. A chair, a table, my laptop. My clothes are scattered around my feet. The sun illuminates the surrounding buildings. I'd just had sex with people in the law firm, newly located on the 6th floor. It seems my reputation has gotten an unexpected lift in recent months. Only whispers for those in the know. The law firm would only sign the lease if they became privy to the penthouse sex acts. And also if I agreed to give other perks. I had sex with four of the lawyers today. One after the other, while they also played with each other. Over a month ago, I was introduced to the joys of a gangbang when Golshan came for a visit. She helped me close a lease as a final favor before leaving for France and leaving real estate behind. It was a sexually charged event, yet oddly emotional experience. We were side by side, just like the younger days of our careers, only this time we were naked, with other naked bodies surrounding us. I learned Golshan had dipped her toes in the pornographic world for wealthy private collectors. A habit of the last year. It's actually part of the reason she decided to move back to France, because she was afraid of losing herself in this world. That she was enjoying herself too much. That she was becoming addicted to giving her body away for sexual highs. Five men took turns gangbanging her. I stayed and watched the entire time, observing every moment of the recording, watching her scream and moan with the San Francisco view in the background. She was wearing her professional outfit while it happened and her clothes were gradually being stripped as the gangbang went on. I let a camera record my masturbation while I watched Golshan in action, but only from the waist down. Nothing with my face. My masturbation was part of the movie, and although I did this as a favor, my arousal was legitimate. I've always thought she was stunning, which made the scene easy to do. The men took turns cumming in her mouth, seeing that made me orgasm on the spot. I had no idea she could be so nasty. Afterward I ate her out, which was something that we agreed upon doing, with our first time being on camera. Since I was reassured that this was for a wealthy private collector, I allowed them to record my face. My hair was done and I was wearing a beautiful outfit that day. Her pussy was the sweetest thing I'd ever tasted and I gave her the third orgasm of that session. I stand and walk toward the window while I'm still naked. The view of Market street is down below. This experience, with all its complexity, has changed me. It's forced me to confront a part of myself I didn't know existed, a part that craved an authentic human experience. The lower half of my body is still sore from my gangbang which happened an hour ago -- my first gangbang without Golshan beside me. My legs are still unsteady. Despite the exhaustion, a flame is still present inside me. This physical strain, this sexual high, has become an additional role to my job as a realtor. It might not be glamorous all the time, but it fuels me, and I'm mentally prepared to provide more service. Gangbangs, lesbian affairs, the blowjobs. It's the secret world of corporations that no one had ever warned me about. Across the street three men in suits are looking at me while having a coffee break. They can't believe their luck. They work for a major bank, to give context. The old me would have been mortified being caught naked. The new version of me just turns my head away, then slips a hand down to touch myself. My other hand pinches my nipple. I think of Golshan's gangbang. I think of mine. I think about her pussy and our friendship. I think of what I've become. With all the stress I have, masturbating for the small audience across the street is a welcomed form of relief. The audience of bank workers might have grown, but I don't want to look at them, though I'm glad they're my voyeurs. My toes start to curl and my legs stiffen. I make myself cum, standing by the window. Anyone on the street could look up and see my orgasmic state of being. A few deep breaths and I center myself. I still refuse to look at the voyeurs. They've seen my intimate act of self-pleasure, now they're seeing my glow. This is a short break and I walk back to my laptop where I soon have a video call with a prospective client. I adjust my laptop camera. I'm still naked. The End https://www.patreon.com/HeyAllStories https://twitter.com/HeyAllStories