Press him for an answer

Alan moves to get up, but I press him. “C’mon... You went to the trouble of coming here. You clearly didn’t make the trip just to see me spread naked on the desk, so what’s up?”

He chuckles and says, “No... but if I had known that was an option, I would have been here as soon as the doors opened!” He looks away, trying to make up his mind. I venture a guess. “Did you come here because you want to be in porn? You want to be in a movie, or are you just interested in meeting a porn actress in hopes that you will get lucky?”

It’s not nearly an implausible guess. I’ve lost count of the number of guys who ask me about one of those two things as soon as they realize what my parents do for a living. Every guy apparently has a fantasy — and a delusion — of being the next big male star, or he thinks that every porn actress is a nymphomaniac, and if they can just wrangle an introduction to one, she’ll want nothing more than to devote herself to sexually satisfying him.

Alan blushes, but his expression tells me that I’ve zeroed in on the purpose of his visit. “Look,” he says, “I know I’m no Adonis or anything, but I think I have what it takes to at least make a go at it.” Instinctively, my eyes drop down to his crotch. I already know his face, and I can see his bare chest, so I know that much passes the test. Of course, one of the biggest qualifications is what is hanging between his legs.

He sees where my eyes go, and he nervously shifts his position. I realize how awkward this has to be for him; it’s certainly not exactly comfortable for me, either — particularly since it is my boyfriend’s brother. Actually, his twin brother. Since I know what Alex has down there, it’s reasonable to assume that Alan is hung much the same way. If that’s the case, he might actually have a shot at some success here.

I try to put him at ease. “Don’t worry... I’m not asking you to whip it out in front of me.”

He laughs and says, “I guess it would only be fair, after the show you gave me.”

I return the laugh and shift uncomfortably as I realize that I am getting rather aroused. I chalk it up to the fact that Alan looks so much like Alex. I had already gotten in the mood for a nice mid-morning screw when I thought it was my loverboy paying me a visit. Now, wearing only his shirt and talking about such intimate matters, I’m really feeling the juices starting to flow down below.

“Well, I guess I can get you an audition or something,” I say. “Honestly, this is my first day here, and I’m not entirely sure how this all works. My brother is the one who typically handles these things.” Remembering my last encounter with my brother, I amend my statement. “Um... actually, I doubt if he would handle your audition, but I’m sure he would know where to send you.”

I get up and head toward the door, only to stop and consider what Eric will think if I walk out dressed like this, followed by Alan, dressed like that.