Vexed by Phoenyx Slaughter Page A

What’s the point? I plug the card into my laptop, just for a brief preview.
    My dick throws a tantrum behind my fly when she comes on the screen. I’m iron-hard for the first time in a while, watching her move and tease. Before I even realize it, my dick’s in my hand and I’m giving it long slow strokes. When on-screen-Athena puts her mouth on my cock, my hips jerk remembering that phantom tongue. Pissed as hell that all I have is a fucking video.
    I barely have time to grab a towel before my body seizes. But it’s just a meaningless release. Physically, I feel calmer. Everywhere else, I’m only more agitated.
    From the screen she still torments me, until I shut the computer down.
    If only shutting down my brain were as simple.
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    R oxy isn’t a completely awful roommate. When it’s just the two of us, and not her posse of thuggish biker-poser boyfriends, she’s actually fun.
    Today she’s helpful too.
    “I have a lead on an audition in Beachwood if you want it. I can’t go.”
    I haven’t really figured out what Roxy does. She says she goes on auditions, but mostly she seems to party and hang out. As long as her half of the rent gets paid, I suppose it’s none of my business.
    “What’s it for?”
    “Some sort of reality thing.”
    Beachwood’s too far to walk, so I reluctantly take my car out of its space and fight my way through traffic.
    The neighborhood—when I finally find the place—is decent enough.
    It turns weird when I’m called into the audition room, though. There’s a cheap table and chair set up across from a spacious black leather couch. Two guys and two video cameras.
    One of the forms they ask me to fill out asks a bunch of medical questions. Since I’m still new at this, I don’t know if that’s normal or not.
    A nervous fluttering starts up in my belly but I tamp it down.
    The two guys are nice enough. They invite me to sit on the couch and one of them casually flicks the camera on. They ask me to pull out my identification and hold it up to my face to take a picture. They’re real focused on whether I’m actually eighteen.
    Some inner voice tells me to run.
    “So are you comfortable with nudity?” Creep number one—as I’ve now named him in my head for asking that question—slides his slimy gaze up and down my body. “You’ve got a nice frame. Very well-proportioned.”
    “Um—”
    Creep number two picks up where his skeevy buddy left off. “You’re in Hollywood, babe. You can’t get work unless you get naked.”
    Luckily, Elliot and my acting coach warned me about this sort of thing.
    “What is this for again?” I ask.
    “A film,” creep number one answers vaguely.
    Creep number two adds, “Come on, every girl your age has had sex on camera.”
    My cheeks heat up remembering the video Romeo and I made together. But that was sexy, fun, and somehow…sweet. I was excited and felt safe.
    Here, I feel sick and scared.
    “This is a mistake.” I get up and grab my bag. Creep number one moves in front of the door.
    “We really think you’ve got potential, Athena.” I hate that I told these two jerks my real name and that they have a copy of my license.
    “I’m not feeling very well.” It’s not a lie either. I’m about to throw up if I don’t get out of here.
    They try a few more times to convince me to stay but finally realize it’s not happening. In the hallway, two nervous girls wait anxiously for their turn.
    “It’s a porn audition,” I warn them.
    “We know. Anal Angels Seventeen,” they whoop and giggle like it’s the greatest thing ever.
    I’m going to kill Roxy.

14
    “ H ow’d you do ?” Roxy asks when I return to the apartment a couple hours later.
    “It was for a porno.”
    She makes this so what face, and it hits me that she knew exactly what I’d be walking into.
    “I didn’t come out here to do porn,” I explain as calmly as possible.
    “Seriously? They pay like a thousand dollars a scene. I thought you were looking for