The Audition - Sex Stories

The Audition

... Along with a mirror and a few lines of cocaine, a shoulder held video camera lay on a metal desk nearby. Besides Lenny, there were two other people in the room. A slightly heavy set woman that looked to be in her mid thirties, no make up, a hint of a mustache, wearing tight jeans and a t-shirt. Her dark hair was cut very short. Glancing at Mysti was an older man, who was a little person dressed in slacks and a faded pink polo shirt and wearing an ugly light green fedora. “Mysti, this is Harriet and Billy,” Lenny said, “Billy’s been working camera for me in this industry for thirty years and Harriet has been with me for the past five. She used to work at Channel 2.” Forcing a smile, Mysti nodded. “Hello.” Nodding while they worked at setting up their cameras they both answered, “Hi Mysti.” “Let me take your coat.” Lenny offered his hands. Mysti slid her raincoat off her shoulders and handed it to him. He flipped it over the back of the desk chair. “Oh yes, you’ll do nicely.” Lenny walked around Mysti, inspecting her with his eyes. “You definitely look the part. If this audition shoot goes well, you could get top billing in your first movie.” Mysti forced a smile. “You’re quite stunning actually. Why in the hell did Penthouse and Hustler not snatch you up? I’ll be damned, you’re almost Playboy material.” “Thank you.” “So you haven’t done a scene yet, right?” “No.” Mysti cleared her throat. “Just stills.” Lenny cleared his throat. “You do this scene up right and I can promise ...

... you all the work you can handle. I’ll guaran-damn-tee you that Hustler, Cheri, Club and all the glossies will come calling.” “She’s the best we’ve had since that Ivory Snow babe,” added Billy while moving some of the lights. “Damn, the agency said you were twenty-four and have a college degree, but you don’t look a day older than nineteen.” Lenny grinned as he lit up a cigarette. “Does she look any older than nineteen to you guys?” “Hell no, Lenny.” Still adjusting the lights, Billy barely looked over. “She sure doesn’t and she’s fucking cute as hell,” offered Harriett in the gruffest female voice Mysti had ever heard. Lenny laughed. “Mysti, ole Harriet there would love to stick her face between your legs. She’s a butch if you can’t tell.” “You got that right Lenny, you impotent old fart,” Harriet chuckled, “and given half a chance, I could make that old pornstar you’re married to, a lot happier than you do.” “I have no doubt, Harriet.” Lenny laughed. “And you might save me having to get those fucking penis injections.” “Those things will give you a heart attack someday.” Harriet looked at Mysti and winked. “Never mind us girl, Lenny and I love to jaw at one another, hell, I think he’s got a crush on me.” Mysti smiled to be polite. The scene around her seemed surreal. It was far from anything she had ever experienced back in rural Iowa. “Where is the guy I’m going to be working with?” Lenny exhaled a puff of smoke. “They should be here any minute.” “They?” “Yeah, didn’t the ...