Chapter 10: Audtion

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Friday. March 1st.

I took the first of March off to go to Lansing, Michigan. The agency sat in the downtown district near the frozen water. It took me a moment to find Angels of Erotica Modeling, their office was surrounded by others on the third floor of an advance building. Once I entered the office, I took a deep breath.

“Can I help you?” The receptionist ask from behind the desk. A shirtless alpha in black and white dangles above her. We’re the only ones in the spacious room.

“Um, I’m Vehren Voegeli, a new model. I spoke with Andrea Will.”

The receptionist checks her computer and nods. “Okay, Vehren. Her office is down the hall to the right, number nine. She’s in there now.”

“Thank you.” I go down the hall, finding room nine and knocking under her name tag.

“Come in.” Andrea says. I open the door, eyes landing on a big black woman with an orange afro. She stands up and walks around her desk to shake my hand. “It’s finally nice to meet you, Vehren.”

“Thank you for speaking with me.”

“Come, have a seat.” She points to the leather chair in front of her desk. I sit down as she does. “Before I could do booking or even speak with producers about you, we have to go over the contract I talked about.”

“Right.” I nod.

Andrea pulls out a stack of papers. “This is an exclusive contract. What that means is you will be an Angel of Erotica model and cannot sign to any other agency. Of course, this is big because you will rely on us for work.” She smiles. “But trust me, I’ll find you work.”

“I read online that I should watch out for percentage commission?”

Andrea inhales. “We take fifteen percent of your pay. It’s our way of being paid. I suggest you read it over before you sign.”

“Why? Are there some things I should know about?” I pick up the stack of papers.

“It’s always best to read contracts before you sign them. You should know what you’re getting into. This is porn after all, and I’ll be going on a limb for you since you’re new. But” she shrugs, “Silas says you’re good, I trust him. I’ve also seen your portfolio and I like you. I’m sure producers will too.”

I look over the contract, skimming through the sentences quickly. “You’ll guarantee me gigs?”

“I can. I personally know a lot of producers in Detroit and Los Angeles. Mark Fernando runs Black Bishounen out of Detroit, I plan on reaching out to him first. You’ll have to go out of state eventually, particularly California.”

“That’s okay with me. I’ll just have to take time off work.”

Andrea tilts her head. “If this goes well, you won’t have to serve.”

I smile. “I believe you.” I skim through the rest of the contract and sign the very bottom. “All done.” I drop the pen.

Andrea looks over the paperwork. “Welcome to Angels of Erotica, Vehren.” She shakes my hand. “What’s going to be your name?”

My smile grows. “Mars Aphoenix. I thought about it for a while.”

“What does it mean?”

“‘A new male rising’. I’d like to be the epitome of male beauty, and I’ll rise like a phoenix.”

“I like it. It’s catchy. You’ll definitely get some fans.”

“That’s the plan.”

Friday. March 15th.

The day of the shoot came quicker than I anticipated. I got up early since production started at noon. For the first time, I used an enema to flush out my system. I used it a few times to make sure I’m clean. Then, I took a shower and shaved everywhere I could reach. The internet told me to drink lots of water, so I bought a liter-sized water bottle and started chugging it. Kendryck stayed asleep while I left for Detroit.

The set was at Mark’s house. It’s a duplex off Grand Avenue next to a few abandoned houses. They were spaced apart. leaving big yards between them. I park my PT Cruiser in front of the brick Colonial and try not to slip on ice. Upstairs is furnished with sleep colors and expensive decorations. In the living room, I sat on the couch in front of two men, each with a camera. One stands in front of me with a handheld and a smile over his face. The other holds a professional camera and doesn’t speak to me very much.

“What’s your name?” Mark Fernando records me with the handheld. We already went over what’s going to happen, it was time for action.

“My name is Mars Aphoenix.” I smile brightly. My eyes are probably glazed from the joint I hit before coming inside. Honestly, it was like I appeared here, unsure of the moments leading up to the camera rolling. I wore a black and blue hat with the word ‘BAD’ spelled across in white, a black tank top with a pair of lips with blue jeans, and white sneakers.

“Beautiful name, Mars.” Mark is a good-looking man. He’s in his thirties, a white beta male with a shadow and square face that matched his lean body. Not only is he the director, but he’s acting in the scene. “Are you from Detroit?”

“Pontiac.”

“Pretty city.” Mark lifts his chin. “Tell me about yourself.”

“Well, I like to play music occasionally on my piano. I listen to rock music mostly and I love horror movies.”

“Tell us more.”

“Well,” I squeeze my hands between my thighs, “I use to play football. I was running back for the longest. My mom was a musician before she passed ... um...” I didn’t mean to say that, but I don’t show my anxiety. “I’m a server right now. Just focused on work at the moment.”