BBC House

"Well, if that makes me a villain, then...that's what I'll be!" Fuck! I botched the line. Again!

"That's enough," the director said. "What was your name again?"

"Violet."

"Right. I just don't think you're right for this part."

"Really?" I was so disheartened, I was almost ready to cry.

"Now, don't get discouraged. I do have a friend who's production could definitely use a girl like you." He wrote an address on the back of a business card and handed it to me. "Go ahead over there. I'll give him a call to let him know you're on the way but you do need to go now so you can catch the bus."

"Yes, sir! Thank you!" I grabbed my pocketbook and practically ran out.

Once I was gone, the director picked up his phone and made a call. "Hey Rick, it's me. I'm sending you a girl. You'll love her. Pink hair, big tits, gullible as fuck. Uh huh. No acting talent whatsoever. Yes, she's legal. I'm not stupid. I get the usual finder's fee, right? Great."

On the bus, I thought about how I got here. I'm originally from a small town in North Carolina. I was in college but I just couldn't find anything there that suited me. So instead, I decided to pursue my lifelong dream of acting! I dropped out and got on a bus to Hollywood. However, things weren't going my way. I hadn't fully thought this out it seems. The hotel I was staying at while cheap was eating away at my meager savings. And today had been at least the 20th unsuccessful audition in a row. Still, I wasn't going to give up! This production I was heading to might be my big break!

Once I got off the bus, I walked to the address on the business card. "Is this the right place?" I found myself standing in front of a very large house but it didn't look like a movie set. Still, this was the address, so I knocked on the door. A nerdy white guy answered the door. I smiled brightly and put my hand out to shake. "Hi! I'm Violet! Mr. Stevens sent me."

He didn't take my hand. Instead, he very obviously looked me up and down before settling his gaze on my tits. It made my uncomfortable and I started to regret my outfit. My white, long-sleeved top did show a good amount of cleavage but my black skirt did at least go to my knees. "Oh yeah, Bill gave me a call. I'm Rick Goldmann, the producer. Come in, come in." I followed him in and again this looked like a regular house, not a movie set. He led me to a living room. "Oh, how old are you?"

"19."

"Can I see some ID?"

"Um, sure." I pulled out my wallet from my pocketbook and handed him my driver's license. He looked it over and gave it back.

"Have a seat," he said pointing to a couch. I felt really nervous as something just felt off about this whole thing but I sat down anyway and he sat next to me.

"So, is this a set for a movie? What part am I auditioning for?"

Rick chuckled. "Bill didn't tell you?"

"No... He just said I would be good for the part."

"See, this isn't a movie. It's a reality show."

"Oh! That's why it's in a house!"

"Exactly. Except this isn't a reality show like anything you've seen. This is BBC House, a reality porn show."

"Did you say...porn?!" My eyes grew wide in shock. "This must be some kind of mistake!"

"No mistake. Let me be real with you. How many auditions have you had?"

"At least twenty."

"And have you heard back from any of them?"

"Um, no..."

"You're not from around here, right?" I shook my head no. "Let me guess. You're staying at some crumby hotel and don't actually know anyone here."

"Well, yeah..."

"You could keep auditioning but from what Bill told me your results will likely be the same. And sooner or later, your savings will run out and you'll be flipping burgers or something just to keep paying for that hotel. Or you'll have to go home a failure."

I sat there and let his words sink in. He was right. My savings was nearly gone. If I didn't hear something soon, I was done for. "Wait, what did Mr. Stevens say about me?"

"That you were beautiful but couldn't act."

"Couldn't...act?" I felt my world crashing down on me. Was my dream impossible?

"Acting isn't for everyone. But this isn't the end of the world. A girl like you could make a lot of money in porn."

"A girl like me? But I'm not a slut!"

"Exactly! You're hot but you look way too cute and innocent to be a porn star. That makes you sellable. You're not a virgin, are you?"

"Well no..."

"Before you say no, let me tell you that being on this show pays $2000 a week."

"Two...thousand?!"

"That's right. And this audition alone can pay up to $500. Cash."

I was nearly broke. $500 sounded like a lot of money right then. And $2000 a week...

"Let me explain how BBC House works. Like a reality show, there's no director. Completely unscripted. In fact, there's cameras everywhere but you won't know where they are. So you won't need to do much acting if at all."

"But you said it's...porn."

"That's right. You and three other girls will be living here but you'll be free use to the guys living here, too."

"Free use? What does that mean?"

"It means you'll have to do anything they want. You won't be able to say no. Now, let me introduce one of the guys. Trevor, you can come in." Just then, a tall, bald Black man walked in. "I've only got one spot left. Based on your looks alone, you already have the spot but I have to see how you do with male talent. So, here's the deal. You let Trevor fuck you right here and now. If you do everything he says, you get $500 and you're on the show. You chicken out of any of it and you'll get less money and not be on the show. What do you say?"