“Yes,” I replied. “I hope that’s o.k.? I mean I know porn stars are bigger but… you did respond.”
“A good cameraman can do a lot with the right angles,” she fired back, looking at me like I should have already known that.
“Stand up,” she said.
I responded.
“O.K. Brad. I know you already submitted a picture, but I need to see for myself. Take it off.”
“Everything?” I asked.
“No honey,” she snapped. “Just your insecurity.”
I didn’t dare engage back. Kelly obviously had a short fuse, so I stood up and started to take off my shirt, shoes, socks and my khakis. I was down to my boxers and slid them off, leaving only my birthday suit for Kelly to take or leave.
She looked me up and down then stood up and walked around me.
“Well,” she said. “I don’t think you lied about your dick size. Looks like it might reach six inches when hard.”
Oh man this was uncomfortable.
“Stay right there and don’t get dressed,” she said as she exited, closing the door behind her.
Those butterflies in my stomach were back. What had I gotten myself into? Kelly wasn’t welcoming at all, and I was losing faith that I’d driven two hours for nothing.
As my stomach churned and my heart raced in the silence of Kelly’s office, I started to hear a younger woman, moaning and calling out obviously fake orgasms. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but I was coming into reality that I was inside an active porn studio and a movie was being filmed somewhere within the walls of the phony storefront.
Kelly returned shortly with a sleazy-looking guy with a thick moustache, big belly and like Kelly, a cigarette in his hand.
“What do you think Vince?” she said to him as he walked up in my face, then back to see me in full view and then around to check out my rear view.
“Hmmm,” I heard him say.
That didn’t sound re-assuring.
“How old are you ummm… what’s your name?”
“Brad,” I said. “And I’m 18.”
“Did you verify his I.D.?” Vince inquired to Kelly who nodded an affirmative.
“Put your clothes on kid and sit down,” Vince told me.
Oh, thank God, I said to myself. This was very uncomfortable, and I was now questioning whether this whole thing had been a bad idea.
I got dressed quickly while he started talking.
“I’m Vince, one of the directors,” he said. “I’ll be honest with you, you’re not porn star material. You look o.k. but you’re not terribly handsome — sorry Brad, it’s the truth.”
This was not looking good, but I wasn’t going to interrupt.
“I don’t think you’d be comfortable or all that good with one of our girls on camera. However… I do have something that I think you can do but we are shooting in half an hour.”
“I’m listening,” I replied, tying my shoes.
“I need someone to play the role of a cuck. It’s pretty easy: you get verbally treated like shit by a beautiful chick who’s supposed to be your girl. All you gotta say is “yes mistress” so there aren’t any lines to rehearse.”
This wasn’t what I had in mind when I applied but I told him to continue.
“You don’t get to fuck her, nor get your dick sucked — sorry! You do have to get naked, wear a chastity cup and watch her do it with another guy. Pretty easy role. No emotions. You are playing a guy who is a gutless sad sack.”
“O.K.” Vince said, putting out his cigarette. “Can you do it? I’m in a bind right now and we have to shoot this today. The pay is one thousand dollars — cash.”
“Who are the two I’ll be working with?” I asked.
“Do you want the fucking job or not? He snapped. “It’s one thousand dollars for basically just sitting there and watching.”
“O.K.,” I said. “I accept.”
Oh shit, what had I gotten myself into. This was now for real and I was now starting to freak about what was going to happen when this thing went online. Who would see it and how would it come back to haunt me? I didn’t have much time to dwell on that though.
“C’mon,” Kelly said. “I need you to quickly fill out these release forms. Since you aren’t going to be having sex today, we don’t need you to have an STD test.”
I glanced over the form but was too nervous to study the text. All I could think of besides the surreal situation I had gotten myself into was walking away with a thousand bucks in cash. That would greatly help out at home but how was I going to explain to mom and dad how I had gotten that amount of money?
Afterwards, Kelly led me back into the hallway and down the hall, past a few closed doors where by the sounds going on, porn scenes were being shot. At the end of the hall, we entered a room that was furnished like a combo bedroom and living room with decent looking furniture and a fake window, looking out to a fake sky.
“Get undressed again,” Kelly said. “And you can put your clothes in the corner over there,” she said pointing to a part of the room that was bare drywall and concrete floor. “Vince and Shana will be here in a sec.”
“Oh yeah,” Kelly said stopping herself at the door.
She went to the chest beside the bed and pulled something out of the top drawer.
“Here you go,” she said dropping it off in my hand.
It was the chastity cup.
I got undressed alone in the room and looked over the clear, plastic thing for a minute before finally figuring out how to put it on. This was so degrading.
Vince returned as I fastened the uncomfortable cup with two guys and their cameras. Without introducing me, he went over the room with them and pointed out where they would be shooting and where they should plan to be.
“Hang in there Brad,” he said. “Shana’s almost ready.”
Shortly after, the door opened and in walked Shana. Oh, how slutty she looked with her made-up face, fake platinum hair and fake breasts. She wore a halter over her silicone breasts and a mini-skirt that barely covered her nether-regions. On her feet, what else? Platform high heels.
“Brad, meet Shana. Shana, meet Brad,” Vince said.
I smiled over and waved to her but she returned the look by rolling her eyes at me and looking away.
“So, where’s this Ronnie?” she asked Vince.
“He just texted and he’s pulling into the lot,” Vince told her.
“O.K., O.K.” Vince said to the four of us. “Let’s get started.”
“Brad,” he said. “You go over to that corner by the nightstand and stand there with your hands behind your back. I want you to look down unless you are told to do something by Shana. Whatever Shana says, you do and I want you to address her as ‘mistress.’ Got it?”
“Got it,” I told him.
“He’s here,” Vince said looking at his phone. “Shana, go meet him in the front and bring him right back. I’ve already told him what he needs to do.”
Shana looked like she was indifferent to anything and everything as she threw her head in the air and walked out the door.
“O.K. guys,” Vince said to the two cameramen. “Go to work.”
I stood there, looking down as I was told as one of them moved forward with the camera into my face, then panning it down my body, stopping for a few minutes to zoom in on my soft and shriveled up little buddy, lifeless under the plastic chastity cup.
The door opened slowly as the other camera man filmed Shana entering and leading in the guy who would be playing the bull. I still had my head down, but I lifted up my eyes to see what kind of guy he was and…