Lily was bright and eager. She almost bubbled over. "Look at this, Mag. They're holding auditions for a real Hollywood movie right here in town. They want more than one girl. We can try out together"
She practically shoved the tabloid paper against my nose. She had circled the ad in bright yellow highlighter: "Motion picture audition. One day only. Casting two female roles. Single women only."
"Lily, do you know what this means? 'Single only.' It's an X-rated film. A porn flick."
"Oh. I didn't realize . . . . Well, it's one way to break into actressing. I don't mind getting laid if I can get in the movies. Getting laid is good, right by itself."
"Hell, why not? I'm a three-year virgin, ever since Rod's been gone. My pussy is so empty it hurts."
"Well, the audition is tomorrow afternoon. I'll pick you up for lunch and we'll go from there."
The address was a second-rate hotel in an older part of town. Third floor, room 321, the ad said. The elevator was slow, creaky, and not too clean. The carpets on the third floor were threadbare and smelled musty.
Lily knocked excitedly on the door of Room 321. "I hope, I hope we get the parts in the movie. Oh, Maggie, just think about flying out to Hollywood and being in a movie!"
A pleasant looking man opened the door. His hair was brown and wavy, and his face looked as if it had smiled much.
"Come in, ladies. Just sign in here." He shut the door behind us. "This will take at least an hour, maybe more, so just relax and make yourselves comfortable. You can call me Bill. And this is Rod."
"Hello, Rod. The same name as my ex, the rotten bastard."
Rod mumbled a kind of hello without further comment.
Lily and I both wrote our names on Bill's clipboard. Bill was the leader, the spokesman. "Now ladies, just so we are clear, this project is an adult film." He paused and waited for a reaction from either of us. I didn't have anything to say. Lily smiled.
Bill went on, "We have to see if you can be genuine in sex activity with a camera and a crew watching. Not many women, or men, can do that, actually have sex on demand. It's acting first; the sex is secondary. Rod will be working with you."
Rod stepped out of his shoes and stripped off his jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear.
He had a huge schlong. It looked about a foot long, and it was thicker than my wrist His foreskin was uncut. It covered his glans completely. I envisioned that hood peeling back and the head of his dick emerging from hiding. The mental picture was exciting and a bit frightening. He was going to put that thing in me. He was going to fuck me with it. I started to feel weak. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
"Uh, Bill . . . ," I began.
"I know," he said. "All the girls start out feeling the same way. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. But . . . ." Now he was more serious, all business. "This is a fuck film. Everybody in the movie gets fucked." He didn't seem to put any extra stress on the word fucked. But it rang in my ears, working on my mental state.
Bill went on, "If you want to be in this movie, you'll have to get fucked, both of you. And we need to see if you can fuck convincingly in front of the camera, and let the camera see that you truly enjoy getting fucked."
Fucked. Fuck. Fucked. The repetition of the word began to work on my mind. It started to sound no less offensive than, say, 'work,' or 'walk,' or any other everyday activity.
Lily's eyes grew bright, and she squirmed. "Getting fucked," she said. "Fucked in front of the camera." She was almost singing. "I can do that. I can fuck for the camera." She was really eager. She was going to start her acting career by fucking.
I looked at Rod's dong again. He size and girth of the thing was truly impressive. Just looking at it made my pussy start to itch, and I felt moisture building inside me. I could hardly believe the mere thought of Rod fucking me with that giant cock was making me hot.
"So, girls," said Bill, "who wants to be first to show off her talent?" We were no longer 'ladies.' We had become 'girls.'
Aroused as I was, and feeling my pussy growing moist, I was still unconvinced and more than a little reluctant. Here we were, two women locked into a sleazy hotel room with two strange men we'd never seen until this afternoon.
But Lily didn't hesitate a second. She whipped her dress off over her head and plumped herself down on the bed. She hadn't been wearing a bra or panties. Her sudden nakedness was a bit of a surprise. She bounced and sparkled with anticipation. Her tits bounced. "Okay, I'm ready," she trilled, "Fuck me."
Her young body was ripe and luscious: C-cup breasts, narrow waist, nice wide hips and a smooth round bottom. I thought, Any man would give his eye teeth to have sex with her.
"Easy, girlie," said Bill. "Not quite yet. First we have to film the interview. We'll do you one at a time. Rod, roll tape." He hit a switch and the floodlight shone on Lily. "Now, Miss Lily, introduce yourself."
She was slightly less eager now, but she cranked herself up and went for it. "I'm Lily Morton. I'm twenty-two and I'm going to be an actress. I'm 38-28-39. I like pizza and kitties and men. I'll do blowjobs, and I'll swallow a guy's come if I have to, but I don't like being fucked up the ass." She was startlingly frank.
My turn was next. I was still reluctant, and I took my time in removing my shoes, my shirt, my skirt, my bra, and finally my panties. As I sat on the bed with the bright light on me, I felt exposed and almost guilty—of what I wasn't quite sure.