no control [h.s.]

1

I don't know why I came here. It was a huge mistake coming here.

I mean, who did I think I was, coming to a casting call for a p.ornographic movie?

I've never even watched p.orn before. I only saw the ad on some website, and that's what made me come here today.

I've only just turned eighteen and I'm basically the epitome of a virgin. I've never even kissed a boy. My mother was so strict, that right on the very day of my eighteenth birthday I packed up and left. I had no idea where I was going to go and how. I had no money and basically no friends. I couldn't find a job. I was screwed.

I had no other choice than to turn to this.

As I waited for my name to be called, I realized that all of the other girls in the room looked like - dare I say - s.luts.

"Eden Greene?"

I reluctantly stood up from my seat, my legs taking me to the room the voice had come from.

"Close the door behind you," his scratchy voice instructed. He sounded as if he smoked a pack a day, and he didn't look pleasant either. His graying comb-over was falling into his wrinkly face and he had the first three buttons on his shirt undone to reveal his hairy chest.

I did as he said and shut the door behind me. He motioned for me to sit on the black leather couch facing his desk and I sunk down into the cushions uncomfortably.

The room smelled musky and the air was thick, and I could only guess that was the smell of s.ex. I hoped and prayed he wouldn't make me take my clothes off.

"How old are you?" the man questioned, looking down at the stack of papers in his hand.

"Eighteen," I answered meekly. He scribbled down something on a piece of paper before continuing.

"When did you turn eighteen?"

"Last week."

"Last week," he repeated, nodding his head as he looked back down at his paperwork. "Have you been in an x-rated film before?"

"No sir."

"Are you a virgin?"

"...Yes sir," I hesitated. He looked back up at me quickly, his eyes searching my body.

"Really?" he asked, eyes wide in surprise.

I nodded.

"I have to tell Styles," he gasped. He picked up his phone and punched in a few numbers before putting the phone up to his ear.

"What?" the voice spat through the phone. Obviously he didn't want to be bothered.

"Mr. Styles, I was just here in my office conducting the usual interviews and-"

"Get on with it then!"

"I found a virgin."

"Ah," the mans voice relaxed. "Decent looking?"

The wrinkled old man looked up at my face, then down to my chest, and finally his gaze stopped on my legs before looking back up to my chest again.

"Beautiful," he said, winking at me before smirking.

"I'd like to see her. Send her up to my office," the man on the phone spoke before I heard the line go dead.

"My boss would like to speak with you. I'll have the secretary take you up to his office. It was nice meeting you," he smirked at me as I left his office.

I couldn't understand why men loved virgins. I mean, what was the big deal? All of the girls sitting in this lobby right now had been virgins at one point in their lives. One moment it's there and the next moment it's gone.

"Eden?" a woman's voice asked. I nodded and she rolled her eyes impatiently. "I'll be escorting you to Mr. Styles office."

All eyes were on me as the woman walked me to the elevator, and they didn't look away until the doors had shut. She pressed the biggest number and folded her arms across her chest as we waited in silence.

I liked that she didn't try to talk to me. I wasn't really one for conversation. I've always been extremely shy.

When we finally reached the top floor, she took me down a hallway and to a set of double doors. She knocked two times before opening the doors and gesturing for me to go in. I quietly thanked her, but she left without a word.

The room was quiet as the woman shut the door behind me. A large, mahogany desk was placed in the center of the room, a desk chair behind it.

The chair faced the huge windows looking out towards the beautiful LA scenery. I could tell there was a man sitting with his back to me, but I wasn't sure what to do. Do I say something? Do I just wait for him to turn around?

Suddenly, like a cliché movie scene, the chair slowly spun around to face me.

"So you want to be a p.orn star, huh?"

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