Page 54 of Vengeance

“Look . . .” Glaze slammed his information down on the table. “I don’t have time for games. I have to get this film casted and into preproduction by the end of the year. If you’re too shy to work that tongue and ass on camera, you should leave now. This is a major motion picture with A-list stars and it is also gritty, violent, and sensual. Moviegoers love sex and violence within the confines of a loud-ass theater. There’s nothing better.”

“I agree,” Michael said anxiously. “Sex and violence are hot together. Like I said, you won’t get any opposition from me. I was merely asking a question.”

Duchess sprung into action then, perfecting her role. She reached over and rubbed him on the thigh. “Don’t worry, baby. I don’t bite . . . unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

Michael pushed her hand off.

“I knew you were a punk ass,” I said aloud to myself. “Let me find out you’re scared of pussy unless you’re controlling it.”

Michael had always seemed like that type to me in high school. He seemed to shy away from the aggressive girls and lean toward naïve and gullible chicks like Cherie. Bianca was probably too self-secure for him, so he left her to Herman. He needed a weak-minded broad like Cherie. Because her father worked all the time at his garage, and her mother was too busy trying to recapture her youth on a daily basis, Cherie was always starving for attention. She wanted to be the party person with the party house and while it seemed cool back then, the fact that her parents were rarely around spoke volumes. Yes, I had a lot of nerve, but both my parents were fucktards and her parents were at least normal. They just didn’t care to be bothered with her.

“What? Are you gay or something?” Duchess asked as Glaze continued to look on over her glasses.

“No, hell no, I’m not gay.” Michael shifted on the couch to face her better. “It’s just that I don’t know you and this is a professional audition. It’s not appropriate for you to start touching me like that out of the blue.”

“What kind of cockamamie bullshit is this?” Glaze said loudly. “How the hell do you call yourself an actor when you get all up in your feelings as soon as another thespian lays a finger on you?”

Michael opened his mouth to say something, but Glaze cut him off.

“When people act together, it’s a group effort. They have to hug, shake hands, kiss, pretend to fuck, and even give mouth-to-fucking-mouth resuscitation if it’s in the script.”

“I understand that, but the sides you sent me didn’t—”

“So if the longer script calls for you to suck Duchess’s toes, what are you going to do? Break down in tears and cost a hefty part of our production budget to be wasted while we replace you?”

“No, I assure you, I’ll do whatever the script calls for.”

Glaze got up and walked in front of the desk, then positioned herself on the edge with her right thigh elevated, so Michael could see her freshly shaven, glistening pussy.

He stared at it like she was taking pictures of his face and then swallowed his own saliva in a big gulp.

“You seem kind of suspect to me. You were recommended to me by a friend of a friend of a friend for this role, but I’m not so sure about this.”

“But I thought you know—”

Before he could say my name, Glaze cut him off again. Good little pet!

I had been extremely careful not to actually say that I knew the people at Provisional Entertainment. Michael was so excited to get an audition, based on my recommendation, that he had asked very few questions. Glaze had contacted him from [email protected] and had given him the number for a burner phone.

Cherie had called to thank me personally for getting him the chance to read and I played kind of dumb. “Oh, I don’t really know anything about the project. One of my agent’s friends has something to do with it. She said it’s legit, though. I wish him luck.”

“Okay, okay, this is how we’re going to get through this.” I could see Glaze’s eyes rolling on three out of the four cameras. “We need to get this moving because we have other people coming in today.”

Michael was in a panic. “Are they trying out for Choad?”

Glaze smirked. “A couple of them are, but some are trying out for other supporting roles. I need to get back to Los Angeles tomorrow, so time is of the essence.” She sighed. “I’ll be up-front and tell you that everyone else is way more experienced than you. I decided to give you a shot, but you’re going to really have to bring it with this audition.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes!”

Duchess and Glaze made eye contact and grinned mischievously.

“Before we go any further, I need to do a quick body check. Strip down to your underwear.”

Michael was quick to get out of his clothes. I chuckled there in my studio. “You have no idea what’s coming! Go Glaze! It’s your birthday!” I got up and shimmied my hips a little in pure delight. The fool was falling for it.

“Nice,” Glaze said as she ran her fingertips down Michael’s chest once he was down to a pair of plaid boxers. “I’m feeling these tight abs. Is that an eight-pack?” She turned him around to face Duchess. “Duchess, check this out!”

Glaze was totally exaggerating about his abs. He was not that cut, but he was toned. Duchess decided to take it further.