So we've developed a network of scouts all around the country, mostly club managers who kept their eyes open for girls with the right looks and pizzazz. Ralph, for better or worse, is one of our best. It's partly because he's in NYC where there's a deep pool of talent, but also because he's experienced. He knows what we like and what we don't. In: big boobs, curvy bodies, slutty attitudes. Out: Drugs, dependencies, daddy issues.
So I'd been eager to see the footage. We'd seen a lot of audition tapes recently, but most girls don't have the innocent, wide-eyed look necessary to portray a nubile co-ed. Instead, most had that worn-out, used-up look, which in porn is sadly common.
I clicked the video icon and my screen blurred before sharpening, focusing on beautiful girl with luscious auburn hair and a curvy body to-die for.
I bolted straight up in my chair. Could it be? Holy shit!
The performer was still staring uncertainly at the camera as I shouted for my brother.
"Sax!" I yelled. "Get in here!"
My brother strode over from the other room, busy in his job looking at "modeling shots" from some of our hopefuls. Guys are gross because they send unsolicited penis photos, but girls in the industry can be even worse -- we've seen interior photos of vaginas, anuses, deep creaming, you name it. And when you've seen as much as we have, it's not even sexy anymore, it's just a job, clinical almost, totally detached.
"What?" Sax growled. "This better be good."
But when he saw the face on screen, his jaw dropped, and blindly, he reached for a chair, pulling up to the monitor.
"Holy fucking shit," I managed. "It's Melanie," I choked, pressing play again.
And fuck, our new sister was absolutely magnetic. At first she was stilted and shy, moving robotically, but it only lent authenticity to the whole thing. She was the original nubile co-ed, doe-eyed and innocent. But it got even better. Soon enough, she warmed up to the camera and was working her tits and ass like a pro, flashing bits here and there, teasing the camera, letting us dream, our dongs stiff and hard.
"Hey big boy," she cooed, while slurping on a nipple. "You like?"
Yes, my brother and I liked very much, judging from the bulges at our groins. Fuck, the little girl was sexy!
I heard a low moan from Saxon when Melanie began fucking herself with the dildo. Her snatch was so tight, so wet, that the dildo could hardly stay in, she had to shove forcefully with her wrist, that big piece of rubber coated and dripping with her fluids. Her scene ended with a magnificent orgasm, her little snatch twisting and turning on the monster, her head thrown back as she gave the sweetest of whimpers, breasts heaving as liquids dripped onto the couch.
And as soon as the tape ended, I turned to my brother.
"We have to get her here," I ground out.
"Fly her out immediately," he agreed.
CHAPTER SIX
Melanie
Things have moved really fast. After the audition, I'd confronted Lauren.
"You said we were stripping, not doing porn!" I'd accused in the dressing room of the club, ignoring the dancers who brushed past us.
Lauren was nonchalant, applying make-up under the bright bulb of the vanity mirror.
"Oh stop," she said breezily. "It was just an audition tape, no one's going to see it except Ralph and the producers," she said. "Plus I can tell Ralph really liked you," she confided with a wink.
Oh really? And what gave it away? The huge jet of semen that'd erupted when he came? The disgusting moaning sounds he'd made all throughout my audition?
"No seriously Mel," said Lauren, turning to face me. "Lots of girls audition at the Donkey Club because it's a gateway to the NYC club scene. There are actually talent scouts and agents in the crowd here, you never know who you're going to meet," she said.
"Talent scouts? Agents?" I practically screamed. "Did you get a look at that crowd? Rednecks without a dollar to their name!" I shrieked.
"Shh," hushed Lauren, looking around. "Careful what you say, some of those ‘so-called' rednecks are regulars, don't be a snob."
That shut me up. I didn't see myself as snooty, I was part of the ninety-nine percent, not the one percent, and that was why I was stripping. So I kept my trap shut, aware that the conversation had veered off course.
"Listen, am I going to be dancing tonight?" I demanded. Tuition was due next week, and maybe I could figure out some kind of payment program with the Trinity registrar. Seriously, anything would help.
"Nah, Ralph says that he needs to talk with the producers first," said Lauren casually, putting on the final touches to her make-up. "But I'm sure you'll hear back, and soon you'll be up on that pole, shaking that moneymaker," she grinned devilishly. "Plus, it's time for me to get my own moneymaker going," she said. "See you later, babe."
And with that, Lauren pranced on stage, shimmying and jiggling like a real professional. Oh wait, I guess she is a professional. But she was damn good, swinging that long blonde hair, jiggling her boobies, and spreading her snatch for men to kiss and lick. Because the Donkey Club was a no-holds-barred type of place … guys got to touch, feel and smell, fingering girls here and there, pulling their dicks out as the girls circled around them. I thought I even saw a girl seat herself in a dude's lap, throwing her head back as his cock wormed into her, but I couldn't see very well and frankly, I was so delirious that my mind could have been playing tricks.
So I just observed that first night, my mouth hanging open at the utter debauchery of the Donkey Club. After we made it back to Virginia, my cell rang almost immediately.
"Melanie?" said a male voice. "This is Ralph, you auditioned for me today?" As if I could forget.
"The directors like you and want you to fly to LA for an in-person interview," he said. "I booked you a ticket for tomorrow at 8 am, arriving in LA around noon. A car will meet you at the airport and take you straight to the set," he said, before hanging up abruptly.
What the hell? Lauren hadn't mentioned that there'd be another interview. Besides I had class tomorrow! But again … eyes on the prize. I needed money for school, and didn't have any other options.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Saxon
My brother and I were nervous, although you wouldn't be able to tell just looking at us. We sat cool and composed in our office, idly watching some porn, checking our email, giving instructions to employees. After watching the audition tape, we'd been on the phone to New York immediately.
"Get her here," was all I said, and Ralph had made the arrangements pronto.
Now we sat in our office, waiting for Melanie to arrive. Goddamn but life was weird.
The door opened, and our secretary popped her head in.
"Ms. Jones here to see you," she said. I nodded, and Melanie made her way into the room.
She stopped short as soon as the door closed, unable to keep the shock off her face. Because instead of some seedy, anonymous, middle-aged dude, Stryke and I sat there, immaculately groomed, looking at her with a glimmer in our eyes.
"Brothers," she said faintly. "What are you doing here? I was supposed to meet with the heads of Intercon Productions.
"Sister, we are Intercon Productions," said Stryke silkily. "Jack Strike at your service."
"We were very impressed by your audition tape," I added, giving her a cool smile.
She sat limply on the couch in our office, her chestnut hair gently waving over an oversize college sweatshirt, her ass in tight jeans outfitted with sneakers. Perfect. She'd be amazing in our "Naughty Co-eds" production.
"But," she stammered. "Weren't you guys in college at USC? What are you doing here?" she said slowly.
"Honey," I said. "We're still in school. But Stryke and I decided to be entrepreneurial and open our own film development and distribution production in the meantime. After all, why wait until we graduate? That's four years of productivity wasted."
"Plus," added my brother. "Porn pays a lot, if you know what I mean."
Melanie flushed.
"I'm not here to do porn," she said stiffly. "I was supposed to interview for a stripper job at the Donkey Club but they told me I had to do an in-person interview with some producers and I figured it was someone from the club," she stated.
"Oh yeah," I said casually. "We don't own the Donkey Club but we source girls through Ralph for our vids. We were pleasantly surprised, I should say, when we got your audition tape. Why were you there, Melly?"
And hearing her nickname seemed to make her crumble a bit.
"I don't have money for school," she said softly. "You know your dad's getting military pay now, and my mom doesn't have enough to help me with tuition. So I've been scrambling," she admitted. "I'm desperate for tuition money, I love school and don't want to drop out."