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When Timmy had come across the ad while looking for jobs, it had seemed harmless enough. He admits he didn’t read it all too closely – mostly because it sounded like every other PA ad out there and by now he’d read about a thousand of them, and knew what they’d say. Granted, looking back, he really should’ve taken more time to actually read this one.
When he’d gotten the call that they’d like to see him for an interview, he’d been thrilled. He’d been at a few interviews before, but the jobs had always gone to someone else, someone better, with more experience. The call had been really promising though, they’d said he seemed like just the thing they were looking for, and that they were really excited to sit down and get to know him a little better.
None of the other job interview invites had gone like that.
He’d been cautiously optimistic, but he never actually expected to get the job, mostly because no matter how well he thought the interviews had gone, someone else always got the job instead. But this one, he didn’t even have to wait for them to call him a few days later, he’d gotten a job offer right then and there.
Needless to say, he was so overjoyed he forgot the most basic rule of adulthood – read your contracts before signing them. He didn’t even take the time to read his job description, just jotted his name down on the dotted line, and boy did that come back to bite him…
For his first day, he showed up at the address he’d been given, about half an hour before he was supposed to be there, but sue him, he was nervous. He just really didn’t want to be late, and you never knew how bad traffic could be – never mind the fact that he’d walked there.
It looked like pretty much every other building on the block, nothing special about it at all, and one thing is for certain, you’d never fucking know what went down in there just looking at the exterior. Because if Timmy had known, he would have walked right the fuck back home and never looked back.
Okay, so, that’s a total lie, but he’d definitely be more apprehensive about walking inside, that’s for goddamn sure.
When the clock hits 10, he rings the doorbell – as instructed – and just seconds later the door buzzes open and he steps inside. He only has a few seconds to look around the lobby before a pinging noise rings out, startling him a little, and then the elevator doors open, a cute blonde woman stepping out and meeting his eyes with a kind smile.
“Chalamet?” She asks, and he nods. He couldn’t help but be a little amused at the fact that she hadn’t even tried to pronounce his first name, or maybe this was a strict surname only business – but they hadn’t said anything about that at the interview.
He’d come to find, however, there was a lot of things they hadn’t told him at that interview.
“Yeah, yeah that’s me. But you can call me Timmy.” He smiles, extending his hand for a handshake. She seems a little startled, but reaches out to shake his hand with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, Timmy, I’m Jenny” After the handshake, she claps her hands in front of her chest, giving him a quick once over. “So, you’re Armie’s new fluffer, huh? Oh, but he’s gonna adore you.”
Timmy can’t help but frown a little, mostly because he’d never heard a PA referred to as a fluffer before, but then maybe that was some sort of inside joke at this company or something, a nickname of sorts, he’d expected something a little more along the lines of ‘coffee boy’ or even the less amusing ‘slave’ but fluffer? No, he’d never heard that term before.
In hindsight, he definitely should’ve spent more time on the internet.
He’d also never heard of anyone with the name Armie before, but these days with people calling their children Khaleesi, who the fuck even knew what constituted as normal anymore.
“Uhm, yeah, I guess that’s me, yeah.” He winces a little at the obvious nervous edge to his voice, but Jenny doesn’t seem to even notice. She presses the button to bring the elevator back to their floor, and turns to him with a smile.
“Are you excited for your first day?” Timmy doesn’t really understand why she’s smirking at him, but he figures it’s just yet another inside joke he’s not a part of yet.
“Yeah, I think it’ll be fun.” He nods, and Jenny giggles, making him tilt his head in confusion, because honestly, what the fuck?
They take the elevator up to the top floor, and Timmy immediately make a pact with himself to never look out the fucking windows, because the last thing he’d need would be to throw up all over himself.
“Just, I should probably give you a heads up.” Jenny starts, snorting a little to herself. “It’s just, well, Armie. He’s… Well, he can be a bit of a mouthful, but, I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it soon enough.”
Timmy feels his eyebrows furrow, and blinks stupidly over at Jenny. “You mean, handful?”
Jenny just laughs and nods. “Sure, that too.” The elevator doors open to reveal a large floor to ceiling window, and Timmy immediately closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in through his nose. “Don’t like heights, huh?” Jenny asks, and when he lets out a breathy “No.” She takes his hand in hers and slowly leads him down the hallway.
“Alright, we’re here. You can open your eyes now.” Jenny says before knocking on the door, and calls out “It’s Jenny, I’ve brought Armie’s new boy.”
The door opens just seconds later, and a man dressed in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts steps outside, his brown eyes looking Timmy up and down, before a wide smirk takes over his face. “Oh man, Armie is gonna fucking lose his mind.” He laughs, and Jenny nods, looking over at Timmy with a pleased smile.
“I know right? That’s what I said! Elena and James really outdid themselves this time.”
It’s the half naked man’s turn to nod, and he extends his hand towards Timmy, still smirking at him. “I’m Jay, the director.”
Timmy’s eyebrows practically hits his hairline, because he never expected to meet the boss of the company in his fucking underwear on his first day. “I’m – I, uh. Timmy. Nice to meet you?”
“God, you’re adorable.” Jay sighs, shaking his head. “Armie is gonna fucking die when he sees you, I can’t wait.”
Timmy still can’t get over the fact that the boss is just casually walking around in his underwear, so he doesn’t really hear a word of what is coming out of Jay’s mouth. He does remember that at the interview, they – Elena and James, apparently, he’d already forgotten their names – had made a point to say that the work environment was as informal as you could get, and that they’d laughed about it, but still. He had expected people to wear clothes.
Which, turns out, he shouldn’t have.
He follows Jay into the main room, and feels his eyes widen. Right in the middle of the room is a huge bed, and on top of it are two guys fucking. Like actually having sex. Right in front of his eyes.
And in front of a camera.
He’s on the set of a porno movie, he realizes, and feels his cheeks heat up. Jay looks over at him and grins. “So, the one on top there, that’s your guy, that’s Armie. But I’m sure you already knew that.” He grins, wiggling his eyebrows at Timmy, who just swallows dryly and looks back at the people on the bed.
Timmy startles when Jay suddenly yells out “Cut!” and walks over to the cameras. “Close ups okay?” He asks the guy operating one of the cameras, and gets a nod. “Excellent.” He smiles, before walking over to the bed.
He can’t hear what’s being said over there, but suddenly the guy Jay had pointed out to him – Armie – pushes himself up on his elbows and looks directly over at Timmy. Timmy feels his cheeks heat up again as Armie smirks, biting his bottom lip and giving Timmy a very obvious, and extremely slow, once over before turning back to Jay and nodding his head with a wide grin on his face.
Feeling completely out of his depth, and like he’s really missing a key detail, Timmy fishes his phone out of his pocket, and tries to remember what Jenny had called him earlier.
What was it, a flusher? No, that didn’t sound right. A fucker? Hah, no, get a grip Timmy, come on, fucking think!
A fluffer, that was it. That was fucking it.
He exhales, and quickly types the word into Google, closing his eyes as he hits the search button. It takes a few seconds before he dares opening his eyes again, but when he does, and he reads what Google has to tell him, his eyes nearly bulge out of his skull and his heart drops into his fucking shoes.
“A fluffer is a person employed to keep a male porn performer's penis erect on the set.”
A hysterical laugh fills his head, and he doesn’t dare open his mouth just on the off chance that it manages to escape through his lips for all these naked people to hear. He thought he’d been hired to get Armie coffee, or something like that. But no, he’d been hired to fucking keep his dick hard.
What the fuck was he supposed to do now?!