Twice Taken

“Your boyfriend?” Mr. S. said with a little bit of a sour look. “Well, that’s a start at least,” he continued somewhat more jovially. “At least it wasn’t a girlfriend.” And then he laughed a hearty laugh. “Well, put those application forms over on that desk and strip down over there and then come back over here.”

“Strip? Here, now?” I stammered.

“This is the audition, son. You did say that you understood that these were gay porn films? You can’t audition in your clothes. Don’t worry, this should only take fifteen or twenty minutes. We’ll have to put an audition scene on tape so that I have something to work with when I’m casting.”

I looked a little dubious and not just a little embarrassed. He was right, though. What had I thought would go into an audition for male porn films? I went over and put my applications down on the desk and started to strip, neatly folding my clothes on the desk chair.

“Oh, and there’s a release form for you to sign for the screen test tape there on the desk,” Mr. S said as he walked over to a sofa. “You’ll even be paid $50 just for being permitted to try out.”