Page 6 of Role Play

"So, he's into kinky fun." Russell shrugged and pushed his glasses up higher on his nose. This time I laughed.

"Somehow those super intellect glasses don't work with the words kinky fun."

"Look, Janey, I'm just saying maybe you need to stretch your repertoire a bit. It might even help with your acting."

I tilted my head and stared at him. "Thanks but I highly doubt that a dildo will help me fine tune my acting skills."

"No but they sure can fine tune other things." He waved off the comment. "I don't mean the sex toys as your repertoire. I mean stretch yourself when it comes to relationships. You were experiencing complete emotional stagnation with Brock. I didn't want to say anything, but he was erasing all of that spunk you had. Now maybe you can get back to your old self and experience all the joys of a racy, erotic sex life. With a big, handsome guy who comes with his own supply of feel good toys."

"Thanks but no thanks. Besides, I think he's some kind of big shot. He left me a note to explain the stuff on his table. I guess he was worried that the girl who freaked out and ran from his apartment might turn him in as a pervert or something. He says the reason he had all those things was because he is part owner of some big company called Plaything."

The chair scraped the floor as Russell sat upright. "What? He owns Plaything? No fucking way. Then he's not just big and handsome, he's rich. That company is climbing up to the top of the pleasure business chain. I read about them in Bloomford Business news. Four guys from humble beginnings who started a multimillion dollar subscription service for pleasure. Why the heck would he be living in that ramshackle apartment building?" He noticed my annoyed look. "No offense, Jane, but that place sucks."

"Trust me I know. The sad thing about that is I can barely afford to keep my place. And I have no idea why someone who is owner in a successful company would be living there. Maybe he lied. Maybe he just made that up so I wouldn't think he was creepy. Although, he's not the least bit creepy. Even with sex toys on his coffee table."

"Well, you should probably avoid him just in case." He picked up the script and handed it over to me. "Guard with your life. Now, I've got you an audition with the casting director and producers next Friday so you have until then to rehearse. It's some dramatic, angsty romance, and they're having a hard time finding the right people for the main parts."

"They are never going to want a nobody for the leading lady."

Russell cast me his pep talk expression, and I knew what would follow. "If you start off with one foot in a hole, you're just going to stay stuck there." I mouthed the words along with him and he tossed his napkin at me. "Stinker. But it's true. You need to keep a more positive attitude, Jane. The casting people can sense it if you walk in already convinced that you won't get the part."

I patted the script. "As always, you are right, my wise, designer suit wearing Yoda. I will stay positive."

---