Rated VERY STRONG
NC-17!! Do NOT read if
you are underage. If there were a higher rating than NC-17, this fic would get
it!
Warnings for: This is an extremely hardcore, raunchy fic folks!! Tons of
explicit, graphic sex, multiple partners, slash, group sex, kink, anal, sex
toys and objects used, bondage, deals with the seedy porn industry, angst, drug
use, just about everything but the kitchen sink in this one! Wait...I think
there is a kitchen sink scene in here somewhere...
Pairings (or triplings) include: M/F, M/M/F, M/M, F/F/M, M/M/M among other
combos
A LARGE MALE GENITALIA ADVISORY is in effect for all viewing areas. *wink*
Summary: Buffy goes to Hollywood to become an actress, against her family's
wishes. William is a momma's boy who goes to Hollywood to make porn films for
easy money. They meet (eventually!) through a quirk of fate.
Buffy and Spike don't meet each other for many chapters. There's lots of
couplings, but the story is ultimately Spuffy.
Joss and ME own everything. I own nothing. A nod also has to go to the movie
'Boogie Nights' for the initial inspiration for this fic.
"Cheek to Cheek" lyrics by Irving Berlin. "Black Betty" is
by Ram Jam
Additional credits at the end of the story.
Thanks to Sweetie for beta-ing this fic for me!
Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3
* Chapter 4 * Chapter
5 * Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter
8 * Chapter 9 Chapter 10 * Chapter
11 * Chapter 12 * Chapter 13 * Chapter
14 * Chapter 15 * Chapter 16 * Chapter
17 * Chapter 18 Chapter 19
* Chapter 20 * Chapter
21 * Chapter 22 * Chapter 23 * Chapter
24 * Chapter 25 * Chapter 26 * Chapter
27 Chapter
28 * Chapter 29 * Chapter 30 * Chapter
31A* * Chapter 31B* *Chapter 32A * Chapter 32B
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PaganBaby decided to divide the story into two paths: The more angsty path – A
The not so angsty path – B
Buffy threw the last of
her clothes into her beat up suitcase, wiping at tears.
"Buffy, please, honey..." Her mother, Joyce, stood in the doorway
wringing her hands. "Don't go. We can talk about this."
"No." Buffy kept right on packing. "We've already talked about
it. I'm leaving."
"You just turned 18--you're still so young. Stay in Sunnydale, go to
college--you'll regret not getting an education later--"
Buffy closed the suitcase and secured the latches. "Mom...I've made up my
mind. I'm going to Hollywood. I'm going to be an actress. I'm going to make
it--you'll see. You might not believe in me, but I know I can do it."
She picked up her luggage and walked past Joyce out of the room. Buffy paused
for a second when she saw her father looking up at her from the bottom of the
stairs with a disappointed frown. She strengthened her resolve and continued
down the stairs to the front door.
"Don't be stupid, Buffy," Hank Summers said. "We've had this
discussion a million times. You know how few aspiring actors actually work? How
many actually make it? I thought you were smarter than this."
Buffy ignored him and opened the front door. "I'll call you when I get
settled into a place."
"If you leave this house--don't come back," Hank said coldly. "You
won't get a dime from us--don't bother begging us for money. You're throwing
your future away, and I won't be a party to it."
Buffy held back tears and squared her shoulders. "I'll be fine. I don't
need you--I don't need anyone. I'll make it on my own. And I will be an actress
--I'll be rich and famous someday. You'll be sorry then...when I'm a movie star
and on the covers of magazines. And I'll call you and say 'I told you
so'."
Hank laughed and dragged a hand through his thinning hair. "It's a pipe
dream! Goddammit! This is reality, Buffy! All those damn reality shows make
every kid think they can be a star. You're going to fall flat on your face and
you'll have nothing to fall back on! No college, no money, no skills, no
training."
Buffy's younger sister Dawn watched the argument from the living room. She
hugged the wall as she watched her father and sister exchanging words. Tears
ran down her face. This wasn't the first time she'd seen or heard Buffy and
their Dad yell at each other--and this was an old fight. For the last two
years, Buffy threatened/promised to go to seek her fortune in Hollywood when
she turned 18. This time was different from all the other times. Now it was
actually happening--her sister was leaving. The Summers clan always believed
they'd be able to talk Buffy out of it, or that she'd abandon the idea before
the time came.
Buffy looked at Dawn, the set of her face relaxing slightly. She hated seeing
everyone so upset by her decision. Especially her 15-year-old sister. They had
their differences and the usual sibling rivalries, but deep down they really
loved each other.
"Bye, Dawnie," Buffy said with a watery smile, "I'll call and
say 'Hi' when I can."
"See what you're doing to your sister? And your mother?" Hank pointed
to Dawn and Joyce. "Don't you care? Don't you even care? What does it take
to get through that thick skull of yours? I'm very disappointed in you, Buffy
Anne."
"I have to do what my heart tells me to do. I have to follow my dreams or
I'll always regret it. I don't want to wake up and find myself 40-years-old
with kids and a mortgage, always wondering what would have happened if I'd only
tried, what if I made it...Goodbye, Daddy," Buffy said.
She turned and walked down the porch to the sidewalk; not looking back. Buffy
walked swiftly to the bus stop, carrying all of her worldly possessions and
$1500 that she had squirreled away over the last year.
In another part of
Sunnydale, not far away...
William kissed his mother on the cheek. He was a good-looking, but nerdy, young
man of 19. His hair was dark-blonde, longish and wavy. His eyes were a sea-blue
color, his face featured prominent cheekbones and full lips. He was a looker. But
he didn't exactly drive the women wild with desire. It wasn't just what you
looked like, it was attitude and confidence that really attracted members of
the opposite sex. And William just didn't have what it took. Too many times to
count, he had cursed his painful shyness with women. It was crippling,
debilitating and humiliating. When he tried talking to pretty girls that he
fancied, he'd stutter, blush and basically make an utter fool of himself. He'd
fled from the sounds of the girls' and their friends' laughter more often than
he cared to remember.
"Oh, William...I wish you wouldn't leave." His mother hugged him
tightly, not wanting to let her little boy go.
"I know, Mum. But I'll be okay. And so will you. Aunt Maggie will arrive
tomorrow morning from London--you two will have a grand time living together. You
can stay up and watch movies like you used to when you were little
girls...eating popcorn, gossiping and giggling," William smiled.
"I'd rather have my son here with me." Anne Crane touched her son's
handsome face and tucked his unruly, dirty-blonde hair behind his ear.
William took her hand and kissed it. He smiled at her. "I'll call in a few
days."
"Won't you give University another chance? Going to Hollywood to be a
writer...it's such a fast paced world. That's not any kind of place for you,
son."
"I'll give it a try, Mum. I have to at least try...maybe I'll make
it...you never know."
William hated lying to his mother. But this was necessary. His mother was ill,
she had been ill for a number of years. The bills from her hospital and doctor
visits were astronomical. William had to do something fast --something to help.
His mother would never let him go if she knew the real purpose of his move. He
probably would have gotten a few sharp swats to the back of the head and the
botty as well.
Xander honked his car horn in front of the house.
"I have to go, Mum. Don't worry so much, yeah? I'm a big boy, I'll do
alright." William smiled and gave her another kiss. "And Xander's
going with me--we'll look out for each other."
Anne nodded and wiped her eyes. "You boys be careful, there's so many
no-good types in Hollywood. You--can always come back home if you change your
mind. You always have a place here, William. I love you."
"Thanks, Mum. I love you, too. I'll call you." William backed up a
few steps then turned, jogging down to Xander's car with his suitcases.
He put his stuff in the back of the car and climbed into the passenger seat.
"How'd it go?" Xander asked, waving goodbye to Mrs. Crane.
William waved at his mother one last time. "Bloody awful. She's taking me
leaving pretty hard...just drive."
Xander pulled away from the curb. "Next stop, Hollywood! Man, this is
going to be so cool!"
"I hope so..." William said, already feeling pangs of homesickness. He
took off his wire-rimmed glasses and polished them to hide his anxiety and
sadness.
He thought back to the night when he'd made this major life decision.
2 months ago...
Xander, William and some of the other guys from school were hanging out in
their friend Devon's basement. They'd graduated last year but still got
together to party every weekend.
William had been worried about his mother's health. Bills were pouring in from
her various procedures, doctor visits and surgeries. It was good and necessary
for him to get together with the guys--to just unwind and forget his troubles
for a while. William didn't contribute much to the conversations, he was the
quiet type, but he enjoyed hearing his friends talk about various subjects over
the course of the evenings.
The 18 and 19-year-olds were partying (drinking beer and smoking a few joints)
and watching a pornographic DVD that Devon had lifted from his dad's
collection. It was a classic, 'Naughty Nurses 6'.
"Shit--check out the cans on that bimbo!" Devon laughed. "Damn,
she's stacked!"
"I think I'm in love!" one of the others yelled.
The other guys agreed, their eyes glued to the TV screen. In the movie, two of
the naughty nurses were giving a lucky patient an extra special sponge bath.
"Where do they find these guys?" Larry asked. "Look at the dick
on that sonuvabitch...he must've had one of those implant things. Nobody gets
that big. They just try to make us normal guys feel bad."
Xander said, "That's not true. Some guys are--"
Larry laughed. "What? You're a dick expert, Harris?"
The boys snickered.
"I've seen my share of porn--some would say much, much more than my share
that would be considered healthy. But I've seen regular guys naked too--in the
shower and stuff. Not that I make it a point to look..."
The others chuckled.
"How big is yours?" Larry asked.
"I don't know--I never measured it," Xander said. '6 3/4 inches,'
Xander thought proudly. He knew that was bigger than average.
Larry stood up. "Let's measure our dicks. I bet I win."
"How old are you, man?" Xander asked, throwing a handful of popcorn
at the ex-football player. "I just wanna see the porn--not have to look at
your pathetic peckers."
William was trying to ignore his friends. He didn't want to get involved in a
dick measuring contest--it would be embarrassing.
"What do you think, Will?" Larry asked him directly. "You
willing to put your manhood on the line for--say...50 bucks?"
"The winner gets money?" William's interest was peaked. Money was
good. He needed lots of it. 50 bucks wasn't a lot, it didn't come close to the
thousands he needed--but it was a start.
"Yeah. Come on guys," Larry started unbuttoning his pants. "Someone
get a tape measurer or a ruler or somethin'."
Larry wouldn't say so of course, but he was firmly tucked away in the closet. He
didn't plan on trying to molest his buddies or anything--but it'd be nice to
see everyone's equipment.
The other guys were drunk (and vain) enough to participate. Devon ran to get
his dad's tape measurer--then the contest began.
Larry was 4 inches (why he thought he'd win, none of the other guys knew). Devon
was 4 1/2. Xander got a round of applause and pats on the back with his 6 3/4. William
was the last one.
"Let's go, Wee Willy," Larry jibed.
Xander stifled laughter. He and William had been friends for 5 years now. They'd
slept over at each other's houses, they'd seen each other naked before. He knew
William was going to win this literal 'dick measuring contest' easily. The
other guys were going to have conniptions when they saw the shy, unassuming
Englishman's member. Xander had been blown away--poor choice of words--when
he'd first seen William's cock. It had freaked him out at first. Not just the
size, but the urge he had to want to touch it--just to verify its reality...of
course. Xander didn't let on about the 'wanting to touch it' thing. William was
his best friend--asking to touch your best friend's piece was a good way to
make them an ex-best friend, real fast. Xander wasn't sure why he'd wanted to
touch it--he still loved girls, and sex with girls. It wasn't like he lusted
after guys...he was just a little in awe of William's dick. Natural curiosity
stuff--normal...
William reminded himself that this was for money as he unzipped. There were
gasps of wonder and wide eyes all around when he brought his meat out of his
boxers. Larry's hands shook slightly as he held the tape measurer and extended
it.
"Whoa..." a few of the young men muttered.
"T-Twelve inches even," Larry said in astonishment. "Holy
shit--you never said you had a cock this big..."
"Not something I go around telling everyone," William said, putting
his trouser snake back in his pants.
"Shit--I would! I'd get a fucking bullhorn and ride down the street
yelling it!" Devon said to the shaky, almost hysterical laughter of the
others.
"I believe I'm owed 50 dollars?" William asked.
"You totally fucking deserve it." Larry dug into his pocket and
produced a 50 dollar bill. He slapped it down onto William's out-stretched
palm. "You could be that guy." Larry pointed to the TV screen. "You
could be a porn actor, dude."
The other guys agreed excitedly.
"Yeah! Man, you'd be fucking rich!" Devon said.
"I could never do that stuff..." William said, glancing at the
screen. The nurses were giving the lusty patient a blowjob.
Devon patted him on the back. "Sure you could! That guy's nothin' compared
to that monster you've got between your legs. People would pay good money to
see you fuck some chick."
"You should totally do it, man," Larry said. "Be a porn star. I
bet you'd be a millionaire n' shit."
To William's surprise, he was actually thinking about it. Money. If he could
make a lot of money...he could help his mum pay the bills. And he'd get to have
sex with a lot of women--that was another good selling point. Up 'til now,
William had only had sex with one woman, his ex, Drusilla. He was just too shy
around girls to make a move on them. To think that he might actually get paid
to have sex with beautiful women was tempting to say the least. But if his
mother ever found out...
"I--What if my family found out?"
"Your mom doesn't know about that stuff," Devon said. "She'd
never find out. Do it, man! You've been blessed by the Almighty, himself! It'd
be a waste not to do something with that--" Devon gestured wildly,
"--gift. Go to Hollywood."
William looked at Xander, asking his opinion without saying anything.
"I've thought you should do something like that for a while now. I've--considered
doing it myself." Xander grinned. "You want to give it a shot? I'll
go with you..."
William mulled it over for a minute. Against his better judgment, he said,
"Okay...let's...let's do it."
The lure of easy money was too great. If there was even the slimmest chance he
could, pardon the pun, make it big, he had to try. He had no other way to take
care of his mother. College had already been put off, both for money and time
considerations.
"Here's to Will--the next King o' Porn!" Larry exclaimed.
The guys laughed and clinked their beers.
"Cool! We're going to know a real, live porno actor! You've got to
introduce us to those hot porn chicks!" Devon laughed.
The present...
William watched the scenery pass by outside the moving car. Would he be able to
get over his crippling shyness? Could he do this? Could he have sex with women
in front of a camera for money? It was like prostitution.
Xander saw his friend looking pensive and sad. Xander couldn't be more excited
about everything. There was a chance he'd get to be a porn actor (one of his
longest standing dreams) and he was getting away from his parents. He was on
cloud nine. Now, to cheer William up. He popped a tape of ass-kicking tunes to
liven up the trip.
"Woo-hoo!" Xander exclaimed, bopping along to the song 'Black Betty'
by Ram Jam. "Come on, man! We're gonna be rich--sipping champagne poolside
in our fabulous Hollywood bungalows! Leggy, busty babes will be hanging all
over us."
William smiled at his friend's enthusiasm. "You really think porn actors
live that well?"
"Hell yeah! We're gonna be livin' the sweet life, my friend!"
William laughed, his spirits lifting a bit. He couldn't stay sad around Xander,
even when his mother was deathly ill. Xander could always manage to get a grin
from him at some point.
"Sing with me!" Xander said, then sang along:
"Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)!"
He nudged William with his elbow. William smiled and joined in. He and Xander
shouted the lyrics, bouncing up and down in their seats.
"Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Black Betty had a child (Bam-ba-Lam) The damn thing gone wild (Bam-ba-Lam) She
said, "I'm worryin' outta mind" (Bam-ba-Lam) The damn thing gone
blind (Bam-ba-Lam) I said Oh, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam) Whoa, Black Betty
(Bam-ba-Lam)!"
They sped their way toward the bright lights, glamour and whatever fate awaited
them in Hollywood.
Buffy arrived in
Hollywood and sought out a cheap apartment. The building was a five-story, walk
up rattrap, but it was a roof over her head. The apartment was really little
more than a small room--it would do though. Beggars couldn't be choosers. She
needed to save her money. The next thing she did was walk the streets looking
for work.
A diner called 'Greasy Joe's' had a help wanted sign in the window.
'Obviously not hopping on the healthy California lifestyle bandwagon
here...truth in advertising...'
The inside of the place wasn't as nasty as she imagined it would have been. The
floors and surfaces looked clean, the customers included some businessmen
types. There were some scummy looking people, too, but--diversity was of the
good...right?
Buffy approached the counter. A waitress with a beehive hairdo and a nametag
that read 'Flo' was ringing up a customer.
"That'll be $8.50, sugar."
'Holy shit--she looks just like that woman from that show 'Alice'...who
knows, maybe it is that woman from 'Alice'...If Linda Lavin comes out of the
kitchen, I'm outta here.'
"What can I do for you, hon?" Flo asked her.
"Umm--Hi--I saw the help wanted sign in the window. I'd like to apply for
the job."
"Really? A pretty, young thing like you wanting to waste her time
here?"
"I need the money. I--I want to be an actress," Buffy said, expecting
to be derided or laughed at again.
"Oh! I should've guessed." Flo cracked her gum and smiled. "Good
for you, sugar. You chase them dreams."
Buffy smiled gratefully at the waitress. "Thanks."
"Let me get Joe from the kitchen." Flo went through the swinging
doors into the kitchen area.
Buffy looked around. The place wasn't too bad. She could see herself working
here--for a little while anyway, just until she got her break.
A burly man with a greasy, white t-shirt came out of the kitchen and stood
behind the counter.
"You interested in working here, doll?" He looked her over, wiping
his hands on his apron.
"Yes, sir. My name's Buffy Summers. I just got into town and need a job. I
saw the--"
"You're hired," he said. "Flo will get ya a uniform and tell you
what's what."
Buffy blinked. "Just--like that? You don't want me to fill out an
application or anything?"
"Waste of time. I need a waitress now, you need work now. You look like a
nice kid. You want the job or not?"
"I want it! Yes, thank you Mr.--"
"Just call me Joe. You can start right away."
Buffy grinned broadly. Her luck was great so far! She had a place to sleep and
now she had a job to keep her afloat while she went on auditions. She had a
feeling that she'd done the right thing coming here. Moving to Hollywood was
going to prove the best decision she'd ever made--she hoped so, anyway. She'd
eat fire, and she'd walk on broken glass to achieve her dream of being an
actress. Nothing could stop her now.
Since the time that Buffy played Daisy the Bumblebee in a 3rd grade play, she
knew she wanted to be an actress. Her parents never approved of that dream. At
first, they'd humored her and said, 'Sure honey, you'll be the bestest little
actress in the whole, wide world!'. When all the while, they were just waiting
for her to grow out of it. Buffy never did. If anything, she became more
determined over the years.
Flo came out of the back with a pink waitress uniform. "This looks about
your size, honey. You're just a little slip of a thing, ain't ya?" Flo
laughed. "Let's get you situated."
William and Xander arrived in town and did the same things as Buffy. They
checked into a motel temporarily, and then looked through the paper for jobs
and an apartment. Xander had saved a few thousand dollars from his various
jobs--enough to get them started at least. William had no money to speak of. Everything
he made from doing odd jobs went straight towards his mother's health care. Xander
didn't mind shelling out the cash for both of them. He understood his friend's
predicament and was willing to shoulder the burden for a while.
"Lookee here," Xander said.
He showed William the porn industry newspaper he was leafing through. William
leaned over and read the ad that Xander was pointing to.
"Says here, that a company called 'Horizons Entertainment' is holding a
huge casting call for new actors tomorrow starting at noon. We should go. Talk
about good timing!"
William fidgeted. The reality of what he'd have to do was making him nervous.
"I suppose it's as good a place to start as any..."
"Having second thoughts?" Xander asked, putting his hand on William's
shoulder.
"Yeah...I don't know if I can go through with it..."
"No one's going to force you, man. Me? I'm going for it. Even if they turn
me down on the spot--I'm going to give it a go."
William sighed. He couldn't back out now. His reticence and fears would have to
be put aside.
"I'll go. Just having some jitters."
"There's my bud." Xander clapped him on the back.
The next day...
"We don't even have head shots," William said, becoming more nervous
the closer they got to actually going in for their 'interviews'.
"Hehehe, head shots..." Xander giggled. "Seriously, man, this
ain't MGM or Paramount here...If they turn us away because of it, we'll get
some pictures and come back tomorrow."
The woman who'd been calling everyone's names all afternoon said, "Xander
Harris. You're next."
Xander took a deep breath and smiled at William.
"Good luck," William said.
"Thanks--Shit!--I'm nervous!" he laughed, then followed the woman to
the room where the head honchos were conducting the interviews.
William tried to calm his nerves while Xander was gone. There certainly were a
lot of people interested in being in porn films. A few hundred men and women
showed up in response to the ad. The women, for the most part, were bleached
blonde with enormous breasts. The men ranged from elderly looking, to ones that
William doubted even had to shave yet. There weren't very many attractive
people, but people didn't tend to look at a person's face when they were
bare-assed and fucking on screen--there were other areas of interest that your
eyes were drawn to.
After 10 minutes, Xander reappeared. William stood up, looking at him
expectantly.
"Well? What happened? How did it go?"
"They said they'd get back to me--it don't look good for the kid..." Xander
grimaced.
"Did they--make you take off your clothes?"
"Yep. They gotta check out the merchandise, you know? There's this chick
in there--Damn, she's really hot! She's the woman from that movie we
saw--"
"William Crane. Follow me," the woman said.
William gasped quietly, his eyes grew wide.
"Go on, man. You'll do fine. Good luck," Xander encouraged him with a
pat on the back. He knew that they would hire William on the spot when they got
a gander of his body. At least one of them would get into the business.
William gulped and followed the woman.
He entered the room. There was a large conference table set up across the room,
opposite the door. Papers and photographs covered the surface. Two men and one
woman sat looking at him.
The woman was beautiful, just as Xander had said. She had black, shoulder
length hair, and a beautifully elegant face. She looked like she could be
Russian nobility. Something about her seemed familiar to him. Xander had
started to say something about a movie they'd seen her in. The man sitting in
the middle had a sleazy look about him. He had short dark hair, was wearing
dark sunglasses and wore a silk shirt with the first few buttons undone. Gold
chains lay against his extremely hairy chest. The other man was large and broad
shouldered--William recognized him as Angel O'Connor. Angel had appeared in
several adult films that William had seen. He was the most popular actor at the
studio--maybe in the whole industry.
"You're William Crane?" the attractive woman asked.
"Y-Yes, Ma'am."
"I'm Lilah Morgan,
I co-own the company with Richard Wilkins. I also produce the movies. This is
Warren Mears one of our award-winning directors, and Angel O'Connor, our most
popular leading man."
Angel blew a kiss to Lilah and winked. William knew where he'd seen her before
now. She'd done a few adult features as well a few years back. He blushed as he
remembered a few choice pieces of her work.
"Step over here, William." Lilah gave him a sideways smile. "We
don't bite."
William walked over to the table and stopped in front of it. He crossed his
arms, then uncrossed them. Crossed arms might be construed as rude or
standoffish. He settled for clasping his hands in front of him.
"Nervous?" Lilah asked.
"Yes...a bit," William confessed with a shaky laugh.
"Try to relax, honey."
"What other work have you done?" Warren asked, leaning back in his
chair.
"Uh--I--haven't done this sort of thing before. I thought no experience
was necessary."
"True, but it'd help your chances if you had some experience," Warren
explained tiredly then sniffed--William thought the man might have a cold or
allergies (a possible coke habit never entered his naive mind).
"I don't have much acting experience--I have done school plays
before..." William kept his stage debut as Eeyore in a 2nd grade
production of 'Winnie the Pooh' to himself.
"No headshot?" Angel asked.
"My friend and I only just arrived in town yesterday. We haven't had the
chance to--"
"We'll let you know," Warren said dismissively.
"Oh...okay..." William's shoulders drooped, and he started to leave. Well,
that was a bust.
"Hold on," Lilah said. "I'm not done talking to him
yet."
Warren leaned over to talk to her and gestured at William. "Look at this
guy, Lilah. He's a nerd. Nobody would pay to see Urkel get fucked. He's all
wrong."
William looked down. The guy wasn't even trying to lower his voice--he didn't
care if William heard him or not.
"Some people might." Angel laughed. "It's a sick, freaky world
out there, Warren."
"Thank god for that, but--" Warren said.
"I'm not done with him," Lilah said, ending any further argument. She
called the shots around here.
Warren sucked in his cheeks for a moment. He hated having to cow-tow to this
woman, or any woman. But she held the power and he wasn't stupid. He nodded and
made a 'whatever' gesture with his hands.
"William, it says here that you're 19?" She checked the form he'd
submitted.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Please, call me Lilah." She smirked. "19 is good; young, fresh
and open-minded. Take off your clothes."
"Pardon?" She'd said it so casually he wasn't sure he'd heard her
right.
"She said to drop your drawers, Sparky," Warren said. "We need
to see what you're packing before we decide if we can use you."
"Oh--alright." William tried to hide the nervousness and shyness he
was feeling.
"The shirt too," Lilah added.
He took off his t-shirt and set it on a nearby stool.
"Sometime this year," Angel said. "We've still got a lot of
people to see after you."
"S-Sorry," William apologized and quickly undid his pants then
lowered them to his knees. "Do you need me to be--completely naked?"
The three at the table sat up straighter and leaned forward, staring at his
groin. Lilah licked her lips, her smile growing exponentially. Warren swallowed
hard, raised his eyebrows, and nodded in appreciation. Angel looked suitably
impressed too--he blinked rapidly.
"What did you say?" Lilah asked, her eyes fixed on his nakedness.
"Do I have to take my pants all the way off or--is this alright?" A
blush began at his neck and crept its way up, until his face was flaming. Nobody
had ever scrutinized him naked like this before--not even his doctor! It was highly
uncomfortable to be stared at while flapping in the breeze.
"Oh, this will do just fine..." Lilah smiled wider. "Turn around
for us, please."
William turned, putting his back to them.
"You must work out a lot," Lilah commented. "Very nice buns and
back. Torso is nicely muscled, love the six pack and pecs, good arms, good
thighs..."
"I like to keep fit," William said, swallowing.
"It shows, honey. Okay, you can put your clothes back on."
William gratefully pulled his pants back up then turned back to face them.
"You're hired," Lilah said, not having to discuss it with the others.
"I am?" William grinned. "That's--wonderful! Thank you!"
"I have a feeling, a real good feeling about you, sweetie," Lilah
said. She took a business card and held it out for him. "I want you to
call me Friday at noon. I'll set up an appointment for you at our preferred
salon for your makeover."
William took the card. "Makeover?"
"How attached are you to your hairstyle? Would you object to having it cut
and re-styled?"
"No--That'd be fine..."
"And the glasses. They're cute--maybe we can use that look in a movie for
you. But I'd like to get you some contact lenses."
"Okay..." William put his shirt back on.
"Is that a scar on your left eyebrow?" she asked. "How did you
get it?" Lilah looked more closely at the scar, it provided him (or would
provide, once she changed his appearance a bit) with a more rugged quality.
"I...uh...it's from a playground accident when I was 6." William
touched the scar absently. "I slipped on a swing and the chain was a bit
rusty."
"We'll say you got it in a bar fight...with a jealous husband perhaps. Sounds
better. I look forward to working with you, William," Lilah said, the tone
of her voice suggested she planned on 'working' with him quite closely.
"Um--my friend, Xander Harris, was in here right before me. Are you going
to hire him as well?" William asked.
"Oh, the hunky brunette?" Lilah asked. William nodded. "We
hadn't decided on him yet."
"Guys like him are a dime a dozen." Warren stuck his fingers under
his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes.
"Well...could you hire him too? I don't want to work for you if he isn't
working here too. We came here together."
Warren took off his dark sunglasses. He looked at William with bloodshot,
disbelieving eyes. "You making demands already, kid?"
"No, no sir. I just--Xander's wanted to do these movies
for a lot longer than I have. It doesn't seem fair if I get a place with your
studio and he doesn't."
"Of all the--Who the hell do you think you are!?" Warren said
irritably.
"Warren," Lilah cut him off. She looked at him, staring him down and
yet again, showing him who was in charge. She smiled graciously at William. "I've
got to admire your balls, William." Her eyes twinkled. 'Maybe later...'
she thought. "Deal. You can tell Mr. Harris that he's hired too. He
can come along and get a makeover as well."
"Oh, thank you, Miss Mor- Lilah! Xander's going to be chuffed to
bits!"
Lilah laughed. "You're so cute! Go on, honey. I'll expect your call on
Friday."
"Thank you all," William said courteously, although Lilah was the one
who had made all the decisions. "You won't regret this!"
He turned and walked quickly out of the room.
"You sure about this?" Angel asked her.
"Yes."
"What about the other one? Why did you let him make a demand like that? He's
a wet behind the ears, snot-nosed kid!" Warren asked.
"I liked Xander too. Good hair, big brown eyes, great smile...His body was
bulky, but with some good musculature. I think he'll be a good addition to our
little family. But that William," Lilah smiled, "he could be the next
John Holmes--but hopefully without all the problems John had later on...I
haven't seen a guy that good-looking and with a cock like that in a looong time."
"Yeah, I have to admit...he is hung like a bear. You have to do something
about his look though," Warren said, already imagining how he'd set up
shots to highlight the Brit's huge tool.
"No problem. A haircut, contacts, better clothes--I can do wonders with
that one," Lilah said, chewing on a manicured fingernail.
"We'll see..." Angel said.
Angel crossed his arms, trying not to pout. He was no slouch at 7 inches--but
William put him (and every other actor at the studio) to shame. There was a good
chance that Angel could be knocked down a peg or two--and he didn't like that
one bit. He could only hope that William wouldn't be able to perform well under
pressure.
William raced back to Xander.
"You got it?!" Xander could tell by the big smile on William's face
what the answer would be.
"Yes! We're both in! We have to call Miss Morgan on Friday--she's going to
get us makeovers, whatever that means. But--we're in!"
Xander shouted in triumph. He got William in a bear hug and lifted him off the
ground.
"YES! We did it! We're gonna be stars!" Xander laughed, jumping up
and down. He knew that William had probably requested that Xander be hired too.
"Thanks, man!"
"You--don't have to thank me. You could let me go so that I can breathe
again though," William wheezed.
"Sorry." Xander smiled and released his friend. "But I do have
to thank you. They weren't going to hire me a few minutes ago. The big man came
through for the Xan-Man!"
William chuckled. "We're a package deal--they don't want you, they don't
want me. But Miss Morgan said she liked you. I think it was the other two who
were hesitant."
"Did you get a load of that Warren guy? 1970's much? The gold chains and
open shirt look went out with the pet rock and rainbow suspenders."
They shared a giddy laugh.
"Let's get back to the hotel. Maybe get some Thai food to celebrate,"
William suggested.
"Lead on, MacDuff." Xander put his hand on William's shoulder.
"That's 'Lay on, MacDuff'. And Macbeth killed him after he said that--not
a good thing."
"Whatever, Shakespeare boy. I mangle popular words and phrases. It's what
I do." Xander shrugged. "Let's just get out of here before they tell
us they changed their minds! Wheeee!"
Xander jumped on William's back, making the smaller man stumble forward.
William laughed, "Bloody hell, Xan! You weigh a ton--it's straight to the
gym with you, floppy boy!"
"I'll have you know that I have the body of a taut, pre-teen Swedish boy! It's
just my enormous talent and potential weighing me down."
William carried his bulkier friend out of the building.
The other would-be porn actors looked at them resentfully.