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“Bye, babe.”
“Yeah, bye.”
I hang up the phone and continue to stare out the window. David says to give it a few weeks, and I’ll probably get called for an audition, but I have this heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach about it all. This has fucked everything up. I know it has.
It’s been two weeks since I beat off in Hudson’s office, and now, here I stand, staring up at the wrought-iron double door entrance to his mansion in the middle of Beverly Hills. This house is fucking sick. Gated entrance. Lush landscaping. Huge. And I am here to officially audition to be a porn star.
I ring the doorbell and wait. My heart hammers in my chest. I'm fucking shaking. What the actual hell have I gotten myself into?
The door swings open to a middle-aged man holding a hamburger. He suspiciously looks at me then takes a bite of the greasy bun. "You here for the audition?"he says while chewing.
"Yeah..."
He jerks his head to the side, motioning me inside with the burger. I step in, follow him through a huge marble foyer and into a massive living room withcathedral windows looking out over a pool. There are at least a dozen people scattered around, fiddling with lighting and cameras.
"Tyler," Hudson calls as he crosses the room with a shit-eating grin on his face. He reaches out to shake my hand, and I take it. "So all your tests came back clean. No HIV or syphilis, so that’s good.”
“Uh, yeah, wasn’t really worried about that.”
“Oh, and we gotta get you a new name. Tyler Westbrook is not a porn star name."
"Yeah...uh, I’ve been thinking about that..."
I jump when his fingers snap. "Fucking Johnny Depth!" he shouts. "You are goddamn Johnny Depth!"
Jesus Christ. That’s worse than any name I’ve thought up.
"It's fucking gold,” he says with a smile. “Shit at the ideas I just had.Pirates of the Lesbian, Who's Eating Gilbert’s Grape, Charlie's Chocolate Starfish..." He wriggles hiseyebrows.
"Whoa, those are defiantly some names there, Hudson.”
“Right?”
I’m looking through the window at the pool and, as I turn my attention back to Hudson, my eyes land on the coffee table. There—on full display—are countless dildos and butt plugs and lubes. And this is the moment I reevaluate were I've come in life. At one point, I had direction. I actually had a scholarship to NYU; kept a 4.0 GPA for the first two years and then, well, let’s just say I got a little too swept up in the NYC party life. The next thing you know, my 4.0 GPA dropped—drastically, which meant I lost my scholarship. And here I am two years later in California—debating on giving up my stripping career to make porn. Mom would be so proud…
"Alright," Hudson says, clapping his hands. "Let's get this shit going. Get that light replaced. I need some sterile wipes out here for between takes." He looks over his shoulder at me. "Come on, Johnny. Walk with me.” I follow him through the doorway and down the hall."I’m letting you audition with Vee, she’s really experienced. Just do your thing, you know, go down on her, make her suck your cock, and then fuck her—in the pussy, in the ass... I don't care. Just make it hot."
"What about dialogue? Don’t you guys do some script or something?”
“Make it natural. It’s just sex, you know? You’ve watched pornos before, right?”
"Well, yeah…" I fight to keep up with him as he weaves his way down the long hallway. "But, shit, watching and doing are two completely different things."
He laughs. "It's not that hard. Penis in hole. Pull out to come. Done."
He yanks a door open in the hallway and grabs a black silk robe. When he turns around, he scrunches his brow and glares at me. “Why are you following me?”
“You told me to.”
“Huh.” He squints and throws the robe at me. “Okay, well come on then.”
I follow him back to the living room. A long-legged redhead is leaning against the sofa. Hudson points to her. “This is Vee Gina. Vee, this is Johnny.”
These names…
She holds her hand out, and I shake it. Her green eyes drift over my body, a smile pulling at her lips. “Nice to meet you.”
“Yeah, and you.”
