The Audition - Sex Stories

The Audition

... matter; she was going to go through with this. With that, she walked to the lobby entrance and went in. Thankfully, nobody paid any attention to her, except for one man sitting in a chair reading a newspaper, and all he did was glance up for a minute, check her out, then returned to his reading. The room was on the third floor, so she headed for the elevator, acting as casually as she could. When the door opened she stepped out and looked to the arrow shaped directional signs with the room numbers listed. Then she walked down the corridor until she found the room. Once again she paused to steady herself, finally raised a shaking fist and gently rapped on the door. It swung open, revealing a pleasant looking man in his forties. “Hello,” he smiled. Then, looking at her quizzically, asked “Maureen?” When she nodded he stepped aside. “Come on in, I’m George Able and I’ll be your interviewer.” Stepping into the room she quickly glanced around: a couple of suitcases, a small trunk, a tripod, and a couple of digital cameras, nothing really impressive. Two younger men were in the room, one sitting on the floor playing solitaire, the other laying on a bed reading a magazine. They looked up from their preoccupations, glanced at her, then at each other, smiling with raised eyebrows. She guessed she’d made a good impression. “OK, OK,” George said as he closed and locked the door. “Sit down and we can get to business.” with that he pulled out a chair for her at a round table. She sat ...

... down and he seated himself on the opposite side, facing her. “First let me introduce you to the rest of the team, that’s Donnie,” he gestured to the card player, “over there is another George. We usually call ourselves Young George and Old George, to differentiate, or OG and YG for short.” The two young men both stopped what they were doing and said hello. Young George got up and moved the tripod so it faced the table and mounted a camera on it. “For legal reasons, we record the interview, so everything we say from here on will be saved, just a precaution,” George smiled as he picked up an attaché case and opened it. ”Now, to business.” He then asked for her ID, she gave him her driver’s license and the results of her STD test. “Excellent, excellent,” he proclaimed, “No problems there, we’ll be able to go ahead today, if you consent, after my sales pitch.” He asked her to verbally state her name, age, and that she had indeed requested this interview. Speaking quickly he told her that his agency didn’t produce pornography, but acted as a booking agent for others. She would not pay them for anything; their profits came from the producers in the form of a finder’s fee. Her money would come from the producers based on the number of downloads of her videos. It would be only pennies for each download but that adds up since it wasn’t unheard of for them to be downloaded 100,000 times in a month. They’ve had clients who made as much as $10,000 per video. “Not bad for a couple of days in ...