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 with cathedral 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 his eyebrows.

"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.”

She turns back to Hudson and unties her robe. I watch as the material falls to the floor in a puddle around her feet leaving her completely butt-ass naked. “Nat shaved me,” she says, “but I think there’s still too much hair. What do you think, too much?”

Hudson drops to a knee and inspects her. “Nah, I think it’s fine.”

This has to be the strangest shit that has ever happened. I just got introduced to a random chick I’m about to bang in front of a camera. Dildos, butt plugs, condoms, lube. My heart pounds in my chest because, again, what the actual fuck am I doing here?

“Johnny.”

I try to keep my eyes off Vee’s ass, fighting the erection growing in my jeans because I’m not certain whether getting a hard-on like this is considered professional or amateur.

“Johnny!” Hudson taps me on the shoulder. “Johnny!”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, the name and all, you know?”

He reaches to the counter and picks up a string of beads. “Anal beads.” He places them in my hand. “Ever used them before?”

Vee looks at me and grins.

“Uh, yeah, no…”

“Well, it’s easy. We’ll just put some lube on it and you just—” he makes a circle with one hand and forces his other hand through it, “shove it up in there.”

This is insane. I stare at the pink balls in my hand, heat drowning me when I glance up at Vee.

She shrugs. “Yep, just shove it up in there.”

I swallow. I’m a fucking guy. This should not make me uncomfortable. I should be all for shoving some shit up a hot girl’s ass, right?

“Alright,” Hudson claps his hand. “Let’s get this show on the road. Vee, go easy on pretty boy, would you?”

A slight smirk plays over her red lips as she grabs a condom from the table. “Sure thing.” She holds her hand out, and I take it, letting her lead me across the room to the couch with lights and cameras set up all around it.

“You nervous?” she asks as she sits down and spreads her legs open. Shit, am I supposed to look at her pussy or not? I fight to keep my eyes on her face.

“Yeah, a little.” I shake my head. “This is just...”

“I know, you think it’s easy, but it’s not, especially not the first time. It’s good money. It’s fun. Hud’s a great guy. It’ll be fine. I promise.”

She reaches for my fly and unfastens it. I can actually hear my heart banging in my ears. Hudson’s staring and fuck, the little red light on the camera is already on.

“You’re so hot,” she whispers before placing her lips to my lower stomach. Kissing over me, she shoves my jeans and boxers down.

Fuck. I need to say something, but what? I close my eyes and take a breath. Fisting her hair, I stare into her green eyes and stroke my thumb over her cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I swear her breath catches right before her tongue traces over my cock. My grip on her hair tightens when her lips sink down around me. I’ve always been certain about my ability to fuck a girl, but this really puts the pressure on. My stomach stays in knots while she sucks me off. And then, my adrenaline kicks in. I think about the figure on that piece of paper, and I push her down on the couch, bending her legs back

Minutes later, I’m naked in front of the cameras, slamming into this chick and doing math in my head to keep from getting off. I am pretty sure this is my dissension into the abyss of hell, but shit, money’s money. I’m single. I’m young. I dropped out of college, and I know damn well I will never get an offer like this again.