[M4F] The Last-Minute Casting that Changed our Lives.

"I'm headed out, Flint." I waved at the producer sitting behind his desk in his office as I strode past the door, my bag over my shoulder, dressed for doing some chores and going home.

"No you're not," said Flint, tiredly, making me stop in the hall and double back to his door. His real name was Calvin Hollis, but Flint Hardcomb was a much more marketable name in the Adult Entertainment Industry. "Got a new one coming in in about fifteen minutes. Just enough time for you to change back and do her casting."

I sighed. "Come on, Flint...Bruce is here, he can handle it."

"Bruce's numbers are way, way down for casting," said Flint flatly. "Female viewers find him too rough and misogynistic, and that's after editing. Half of his talent signs with other agencies after two weeks to get away. That's why he's mostly on MILFs now. I'm not putting him on any prospective newbies, and between you and me, I'm trying to get him to sign onto one of the more specialized studios, get someone else in here to replace him."

"I'm supposed to be at my brother's rehearsal dinner at seven," I point out, in a bid to get him to let me go.

"It's only four-thirty. You've got plenty of time. Now quit whining about getting to fuck cute new girls and go drink your boner tea or whatever it is you do."

With well-disguised bad grace, I made my way back to the locker room and tried not to sigh too often as I changed into my work outfit, and pulled out another sachet of the herbal concoction I used to keep myself erect during working hours. It didn't taste great, but when you needed stamina, it kept the wood in my pecker long enough for me to collect a paycheck.

Flint liked to put me on the new girls because he said I had a good rapport with them most of the time. I kept it light, and had fun. They found it easier to relax before they got their various holes plowed, often on camera for the first time. And truthfully...yeah, I enjoyed my work. On the other hand, I'd been up since 4AM, I had a lot to do before I got some sleep, and I'd shot five other scenes today, with a two-hour break to make sure I didn't damage my erectile function. But Flint had been good to me since we'd teamed up to start this venture five years ago, and I was willing to do him a favor if he was struggling to find male talent who could perform while maintaining his studio's good reputation in the industry. So many male pornstars started out having an enormous dick and ended their careers being an enormous dick.

It was going to be very difficult to tell Flint -- Calvin -- that I was quitting in two months. Going legit, as they still called it in the industry, even though adult entertainment had become as legitimate a profession as any, albeit one with more pitfalls than most. I'd been auditioning around, and I'd had a callback for a small role in a Netflix film, some out-on-the-prairie romance with a shoestring budget based on a purple passion novel written in the 80s. I was still reading the original novel to get a feel for the story, even though the script took some liberties.

I went to the studio we used for the casting videos, plugged in the cameras, made sure they had memory cards, turned on the lights. The girl would see Flint first, and he'd have her fill out some paperwork and then send her down the hall to me. We'd do a little casual chatting, I'd ask some industry questions, lighten the mood, hopefully get her a little horny, and then...we'd start fucking. Then I'd go home, get my groceries, skip the gym, shower, and be at my brother's rehearsal dinner across town. The wedding was this weekend.

I was still planning out the next three days when you walked into the room, and into my life, and everything changed.

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I'm Lance Rockbridge, but actually Danny Sullivan, one of the lead male talents for a small porn studio in LA. I'm in my early 30s, looking to make a career change before it's too late, probably in my peak physical condition and looking to get out while I'm ahead, and put my acting chops to the test. I'm from dilute Irish stock, with European features and a strong jawline, a stocky build, kind eyes and an easy smile that's starting to crinkle the skin around my eyes.

The question is, who are you? Are you my brother's fiancée? That would be scandalous. Or maybe her sister? Are you the female lead in the movie I'm supposed to be cast in, or are you another actress auditioning for a smaller part, like me? Are you someone in my family, or extended family, and we have to decide if we're going to actually do this?

I can see this being a one-off or growing into something longer-term, where we have so much chemistry during the filming that we end up gravitating towards each other in the future, building our story together through whatever comes in the future. So feel free to bring your ideas!

The kinks and themes that I imagine would apply here are, teasing, mutual masturbation, handjobs, fingering, breastplay and other outercourse, giving and receiving oral, romance, wholesome moments, cuddling, kissing/making out, romantic sex, passionate rough sex, sneaky/daring sex, creampies, facials, throatpies, and bodyshots. We can also go down a sharing/group sex path, plus I'm open to hearing your ideas for things to include.

I'm open to degradation and dub-con in certain contexts, but we'd need to talk about it first.

My limits are heavy BDSM, sadism, blood or gore in a sexual context, bathroom stuff, and non-con.

If you're interested, please send me a chat, and if we want to advance we can move to Discord or another collaborative writing platform.