“What’s wrong with that girl?” I didn’t know why I was defensive.
“Nothing at all.” He eyed me curiously. “You know she’s not going to fuck you.”
She might not let me fuck her, but she was more than agreeable to my hand down her pants.
“Maybe that’s the point.”
He held up his hands and like the perceptive person he was, he changed the subject.
“I told El to send in the first guest.” He slid into the seat next to me.
Today we were casting new talent for two of our most popular lines—babysitter and co-eds.
“You ready?” El, my f
ather’s assistant, poked her head into the room.
We both nodded and she stepped to the side, allowing a thin blonde into the boardroom. The woman wore a timid smile, a black mini-skirt, and a pink halter top. Visually she was perfect, but there was a lot more to doing porn than just being attractive.
“Have a seat.” I directed her to the black pleather couch along the opposite-facing wall.
She timidly started to sit, her legs closed tightly, resting her palms on her thighs as she lowered her ass onto the couch. She was going to have to remove the superglue between her legs if she had any hope of making it in this business.
Ben and I introduced ourselves and then I set about asking the standard questions.
“Can you tell me your name?”
“Abby Hoffman.”
“How old are you, Abby?”
“Nineteen.”
“And you supplied El with a copy of your driver’s license and passport.”
She nodded.
“White Lace Productions is a producer of adult entertainment films. Which means our actors have sex on camera. Do you understand that this is the work you’re auditioning for?”
“Yes.”
After a few more questions, all of the obligatory issues out of the way, I asked my most important question.
“Abby, why do you want to do porn?”
It was a simple question, but the look that stared back at me every time I asked made it seem like I was asking them to solve a calculus equation without a calculator.
Which for the record, I could never do.
“Um…” Her shoulders lifted toward her ears and she sank into herself.
I looked over at Ben, my face giving away no expression, but he lifted his brow in curiosity.
“There’s a reason why you’re here Abby,” I coaxed. Depending on her answer, it would determine how long our interview would be.
“Mo-money.”
I gave her a reassuring smile. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”