The next morning Mr. Castle had a car pick Nicky up at his apartment and drive him to the tanning salon in Beverly Hills. When he arrived, he walked up to the front desk where a very attractive older woman with brunette hair in a ponytail and big tits was sitting.
"Hi, my name's Nicky," he said. "Mr. Castle sent me here."
"Ah, yes," she said with a slight Southern draw as she clicked away on her computer. "You're getting the Pornstar Package."
"P-Pornstar Package?" Nicky asked, a little confused.
"Yep, Mr. Castle gives all of his clients, male and female, the Pornstar Package."
"What is it?"
"It's your basic Brazilian bikini wax, an hour in the bed to give your skin a nice bronze look, a deep tissue massage by one of our specialists, and full body cleanse; in other words, an enema."
"Oh, okay," Nicky replied nervously.
"Don't worry, honey," she said, leading him to an elevator. "It ain't as bad as it sounds."
Over the next three hours Nicky received the Pornstar Package. The bikini wax definitely hurt, but afterwards he couldn't deny that it made him feel clean and tidy not having hair down there. Next was the enema. It felt extremely weird having cool liquid squirted up his asshole, but it didn't feel nearly as weird as when it came out. Finally, he was given a massage and laid down for an hour in the tanning bed.
After Nicky left the spa, he immediately got a call on his cell from Mr. Castle.
"How was the tanning salon?" the agent asked.
"Um, it was good," Nicky ackwardly replied, still feeling a little strange from the enema.
"Awesome, hey, I wanted to tell you, I showed Tony Valentino some of the footage from our rehearsal."
"Oh, uh, I really wish you hadn't done that, Mr. Castle," Nicky responded. "It's a little embarrassing."
"Nonsense, he totally flipped. He can't wait to meet you and he wants a private audition with you tonight at my party. Would you be up for it?"
"Uh, yeah, sure thing, Mr. Castle."
"Valentino really went for the sex scene we practiced. He has some ideas on how to make it better and wants to rehearse it with you tonight. Of course, you'll be playing the role of Roxy once again. I hope that's okay with you."
"Uh, yeah, I guess so," Nicky replied, a little unsure of playing the role of a girl again.
"Awesome, Tony Valentino is one of the most powerful film executives in Hollywood. If you play your cards right tonight, we might even be able to get a long-term deal with his studio. That means you'll get first dibs on roles for the big blockbusters."
"Wow, that would be great."
"This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, Nicky, so I want you to go all out in your audition. I'm having some lingerie sent over to your apartment along with your suit for the audition."
"L-Lingerie?"
"Yeah, for your audition as Roxy. Just wear it under your suit. That way you'll be ready to go when Valentino wants to see you."
"Yeah, s-sure thing, that makes sense."
"Wonderful, I'll see you tonight," Mr. Castle said hanging up the phone.
Nicky arrived home a little late that evening. Crystal had already gotten off work at the diner and was home to greet him.
"Wow," Crystal said at the sight of Nicky's newly-bronzed skin. "They really went all out."
"Do you like it?" Nicky asked.
"It's kinda weird. I guess it'll have to grow on me."
Nicky's head sunk. It seemed as if every step forward he made with his acting career was a step backwards with his relationship with Crystal.
"By the way, this came for you today," Crystal said, handing Nicky a large box.
"Oh, okay, thanks," he said nervously as he took the package.
"What is it?"
"Uh, just my suit for tonight. Mr. Castle wanted me to look my best for the Hollywood executives."
"This is getting a really weird, Nicky. Now Mr. Castle is telling you how to dress?"
"It's no big deal, babe. He's a good guy and he knows the business."
"Just be careful, Nicky. I don't trust him."
"I will, babe."
He didn't want Crystal knowing that he would be wearing women's lingerie under his suit later that night, so he went into the bathroom to change. Once inside, he emptied the contents of the box. On top was a black Armani suit with a white dress shirt. Beneath that was his other outfit: a lacey black thong, knee-high black stockings, a black garter belt, and leopard-print mini dress with spaghetti straps.
Light pink bra and t-back g-string; white thigh-high stockings
Nicky stared at the box's contents for a few minutes. He was nervous. The outfit would have been provocative even for a woman to wear let alone a man. He decided that it would all be for the best. He told himself that soon he'd have a successful acting career and would own a mansion, a sports car, and a swimming pool. He could give Crystal anything and everything she wanted.
With those positive thoughts in mind he removed his clothes and took the stockings in his hands. He slid them up his smooth hairless legs until they settled in the middle of his milky white thighs. Next he pulled the skimpy black thong up his legs until it was wedged snuggly between his shapely butt cheeks. Finally, he attached the garter to the stockings and threw on the leopard-print mini dress, which fell to just below his ass.
Nicky's dick wasn't that big to begin with, but the skimpy underwear still barely covered him.
When he was finished, he looked at himself in the mirror. He thought he actually looked kind of hot dressed up like this. The feeling of the soft feminine material against his smooth skin made him feel sexy in a liberated sort of way, as if a new side of himself was beginning to blossom. He was a little disappointed when he had to cover the outfit with the suit.
Later that night Nicky and Crystal drove their beat-up Honda Civic to the Hills. Nicky pulled the car up to the front of the house and handed the keys to the parking attendant who rolled his eyes and gave the pair an annoyed look.
The two then made their way to the front door.
When they arrived in the large ballroom of the mansion they were overwhelmed by the number of people in attendance. All manner of actors, models, businessmen, and movie executives were present, each with drinks in their hands. Nicky recognized a few of them, but Crystal was completely out of her element and felt out of place among Hollywood socialites.
"Nicky, my boy!" Mr. Castle yelled from across the room.
Nicky and Crystal turned to see Mr. Castle walking towards them. He was wearing a grey Armani suit with a purple shirt and had a tumbler of Scotch in his left hand.
"Hey, Mr. Castle," Nicky said. "This is my girlfriend, Crystal."
"Welcome, it's a pleasure to meet you," Mr. Castle said, shaking Crystal's hand. "Now, Nicky, there's someone I'd like you to meet."
He led the couple over to a group of people near the staircase.
"Nicky, I'd like to introduce you to Tony Valentino," Mr. Castle said, turning to a large man. "He's one of the best film executives in the business. Tony, this is the young man I was telling you about."
The man looked a little sleazy to Nicky and Crystal. He was fat, his white shirt and dress paints stretched to the limit at the waist by his corpulent potbelly. His head was balding which he tried his best to hide with the few remaining strands of greasy grey hairs that were combed over. He was sweating profusely, beads of sweat dripping from his head down his low-hanging jowls and saggy neck fat.
"Nice to finally meet you, Nicky," Mr. Valentino said in a thick gravelly Italian accent. "I've heard a lot about you."
