be?”
“Are you Mustang?”
What the hell, he might as well admit to it. “Yeah, I’m Mustang.”
“Great. It’s nice to talk to you. Joe spoke very highly about your photo session.”
“He did? Huh. Okay. So what kind of video is this? If you’re looking to film me in action, I have to be honest. I’ve just had surgery on my arm and I can’t ride right now.”
She laughed. “I’m looking for action, but not that kind. Mustang, I produce adult videos.”
Holy crap! “You mean porn?”
“We don’t like to use that term in this industry. It gives the wrong impression. What we produce are high-quality adult videos for use as sexual aids by couples in a committed relationship.”
Yeah, and he read titty magazines for the articles. Whatever you called it, he couldn’t believe she wanted him.
“I’ve never done anything like that before.” He wasn’t so sure he wanted to.
“It’s fine if you don’t have prior experience. We’d want you to come in a little early before filming starts for kind of an orientation. We’ll show you around set and introduce you to the cast and crew. Oh, and you’ll have to go for testing.”
“Go for what?” Mustang stifled a laugh. Orientation and testing? This was sounding more like getting into college than porn.
“All our performers are tested regularly for both HIV and STDs. You’d have to agree to that before I can contract you. You can go to your regular doctor if you’d like. Or any one of the health clinics in the area will do the testing too.”
Wow. Mustang sat down on the edge of his bed before he fell down. This woman really wanted him to fuck on camera. For money. “Yeah. Testing is fine. Um, how much cash are we talking about here?”
“Oh, we don’t pay in cash. We’d pay you by check on the books. Our performers are paid as independent contractors and are all required to fill out the appropriate forms and file income taxes on their earnings. However, if your question was what we pay, that’s fifteen hundred a movie.”
Fifteen hundred . His mind reeled figuring out how long he’d have to work in prison hell to earn that much. “How long does a movie take to shoot?”
“We’ll get it done in one day. I have the location booked for Saturday. Are you available?”
Mustang’s heart kicked into high gear. Fifteen hundred dollars for one day. “You really don’t care that I don’t have experience in this stuff? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve been with plenty of women, I just mean the video part.”
“That’s what we like about you. We’re looking for a new face and Joe said you had the assets we look for.”
“Assets?”
What were those? Blue eyes? No beer gut? He didn’t want to even consider Joe’s reporting on his most obvious asset .
“Not to be indelicate, but Joe’s exact words were that you’re ‘hung like a horse’.”
Mustang swallowed hard, fighting the disturbing feeling crawling up his spine that the male photographer had said that about him, true or not.
“I’m sorry. Did I offend you, Mr. Jackson?”
Her question knocked him out of his silence. “No. It’s okay. And call me Mustang. Um. Wait, that’s another thing. Can I use a different name?”
“Of course. That’s standard in the business to protect the actors.”
What Slade had said last year when he thought Jenna was a reporter looking to write an exposé about them and their sexual exploits flitted through Mustang’s brain. Basically something about how the fans in the Bible Belt would never accept a rider who had a bad reputation with women.
He needed to protect more than his name. Mustang needed to protect his career too. What if a fan recognized his face or the press got a hold of the video?
“Any chance we can film me with my cowboy hat on so my face doesn’t show too much?”
“You’re in luck. We’re filming on a ranch so yeah, I think that will work fine for the script.”
“A script? Do I have a lot of lines to
“Are you Mustang?”
What the hell, he might as well admit to it. “Yeah, I’m Mustang.”
“Great. It’s nice to talk to you. Joe spoke very highly about your photo session.”
“He did? Huh. Okay. So what kind of video is this? If you’re looking to film me in action, I have to be honest. I’ve just had surgery on my arm and I can’t ride right now.”
She laughed. “I’m looking for action, but not that kind. Mustang, I produce adult videos.”
Holy crap! “You mean porn?”
“We don’t like to use that term in this industry. It gives the wrong impression. What we produce are high-quality adult videos for use as sexual aids by couples in a committed relationship.”
Yeah, and he read titty magazines for the articles. Whatever you called it, he couldn’t believe she wanted him.
“I’ve never done anything like that before.” He wasn’t so sure he wanted to.
“It’s fine if you don’t have prior experience. We’d want you to come in a little early before filming starts for kind of an orientation. We’ll show you around set and introduce you to the cast and crew. Oh, and you’ll have to go for testing.”
“Go for what?” Mustang stifled a laugh. Orientation and testing? This was sounding more like getting into college than porn.
“All our performers are tested regularly for both HIV and STDs. You’d have to agree to that before I can contract you. You can go to your regular doctor if you’d like. Or any one of the health clinics in the area will do the testing too.”
Wow. Mustang sat down on the edge of his bed before he fell down. This woman really wanted him to fuck on camera. For money. “Yeah. Testing is fine. Um, how much cash are we talking about here?”
“Oh, we don’t pay in cash. We’d pay you by check on the books. Our performers are paid as independent contractors and are all required to fill out the appropriate forms and file income taxes on their earnings. However, if your question was what we pay, that’s fifteen hundred a movie.”
Fifteen hundred . His mind reeled figuring out how long he’d have to work in prison hell to earn that much. “How long does a movie take to shoot?”
“We’ll get it done in one day. I have the location booked for Saturday. Are you available?”
Mustang’s heart kicked into high gear. Fifteen hundred dollars for one day. “You really don’t care that I don’t have experience in this stuff? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve been with plenty of women, I just mean the video part.”
“That’s what we like about you. We’re looking for a new face and Joe said you had the assets we look for.”
“Assets?”
What were those? Blue eyes? No beer gut? He didn’t want to even consider Joe’s reporting on his most obvious asset .
“Not to be indelicate, but Joe’s exact words were that you’re ‘hung like a horse’.”
Mustang swallowed hard, fighting the disturbing feeling crawling up his spine that the male photographer had said that about him, true or not.
“I’m sorry. Did I offend you, Mr. Jackson?”
Her question knocked him out of his silence. “No. It’s okay. And call me Mustang. Um. Wait, that’s another thing. Can I use a different name?”
“Of course. That’s standard in the business to protect the actors.”
What Slade had said last year when he thought Jenna was a reporter looking to write an exposé about them and their sexual exploits flitted through Mustang’s brain. Basically something about how the fans in the Bible Belt would never accept a rider who had a bad reputation with women.
He needed to protect more than his name. Mustang needed to protect his career too. What if a fan recognized his face or the press got a hold of the video?
“Any chance we can film me with my cowboy hat on so my face doesn’t show too much?”
“You’re in luck. We’re filming on a ranch so yeah, I think that will work fine for the script.”
“A script? Do I have a lot of lines to
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