Followed By The CEO

Chapter 4

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Hayden

The banter in the waiting area for this commercial audition is absolutely criminal.

“I heard Mills Mosley is in there, reading for the main part. She’ll probably get it, too, with those tits of hers.”

And that’s the most tame comment I’ve heard about Mills since I sat down in this makeshift waiting room.

Well, it’s not exactly a room. It’s an outdoor seating area with a half-assed partition at the back door of a warehouse.

I don’t know what to be concerned about more: all the shitty neighborhoods that Mills haunts while going about her daily undertakings, or the way that men talk about her.

It’s all I can do to avoid eye contact with the fellow actor who said that thing about her tits. Because if I do make eye contact, my blood will boil over, and it’s lights-out for that guy.

I’m playing fast and loose with the term “fellow actor.” I’ve only acted in some early local commercials for Conquest Sports when we were just a fledging company.

So what am I doing here? Well, for starters, I still have a SAG membership.

And did I follow Mills to her audition this morning? Damn right, I did.

It’s a good thing I followed her, too, because look at these jerks she has auditioning for the part opposite her.

“Well, it is supposed to be a sexy commercial,” says the second dude, smirking.

“Of course it is,” says the first guy. “Duh, it’s a lube commercial.”

The second guy says, “That’s what it says, but I don’t know what’s supposed to be sexy about oil changes, but whatever sells it, I guess.”

The first guy loses it, laughing so loud that several people in the waiting area look up from their phones. “It’s not that kind of lube. It’s a sex lube commercial.”

This time, I look up at the second dude, whose face tells me he’s finally putting the pieces together. “Oh, that makes so much more sense. That questionnaire was wild.”

Looking down at the questionnaire on the clipboard I have in my hand, I see what he means.

“1. Do you agree to partial nudity?”

“2. Are you willing to show the side of your bare buttocks?”

“3. Are you willing to have only your genitals covered during filming?”

“4. Are you comfortable with another actor pretending to touch your genitals?”

“5. Are you comfortable with a scene that implies anal play?”

“6. Are you comfortable with kissing and embracing on screen?”

I have no idea what streaming service would air this graphic of a commercial, and I don’t actually care. All I know is that nobody will be laying their eyes or hands on Mills except me.

I check all the “yes” boxes.

“Hayden McAllister?”

Rising from my chair, I nod to the woman at the door and hand over the clipboard. She looks it over. “Perfect, come on in.”

I hold the door for her. “After you.”

She winks, “Charm will get you everywhere; let’s see what you got.”

Is she flirting with me? I can’t tell. It doesn’t matter anyway because Mills is the only person I’m interested in today, or any other day.

A curtain of long wavy hair hides Mills’s face as she looks over a script in her hand, the other arm crossed over her middle. One foot is propped up onto her tanned, bare knee. She wears short shorts and a revealing tank top with spaghetti straps.

When she looks up, she gasps, her eyes wide. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Do you two know each other?” asks the lady with the clipboard.

Mills makes a choking noise. “Susan, this is the guy I told you about who used my card at the airport.”

“It would have been a lot fewer words to say stalker,” I say to Mills.

A slow smile forms on her luscious lips as she shakes her head at me. “I wouldn’t want to spook you. If I want you in handcuffs, you won’t be expecting it.”

Susan chirps, “Ooh, handcuffs. Now you’re talking.” She scribbles some notes, then turns away to record a voice text to someone, saying, “Hey, can you send over some fuzzy handcuffs? I want to try something.”

I’m confused. After Susan sends her voice text, I have to ask a question.

“Wait, I thought you said your friend was the director, not the casting director.”

Susan barks a laugh. “Sir, this studio is a glorified storage locker, not the Paramount lot.”

Apparently Mills’ friends are also comedians.

“Fair enough. Just put me where you want me.”

Susan lifts one eyebrow. “I like this one for you, Mills.”

“Susan!” Mills exclaims, blushing deeply.

I hold up my hands in surrender. “She meant for the part.”

Susan smiles at me and then tilts her head. “Yep. That’s all that I meant,” she says with an undertone that means a lot more than that.

“Okay,” Mills breathes. “Who’s the director here? Can we run the scene?”

“Let’s run through the dialogue first,” Susan says, handing me a script.

Mills stands facing me and Susan gives us the cue.

“It’s official. I think I’m ready for the next step in our relationship,” Mills says.

I read off my line. “Are you sure you’re comfortable? It’s kind of a big deal.”

Her voice goes husky. “What makes me uncomfortable is a smelly, intimate lube that’s full of chemicals and tested on animals. But Violet Sin’s Sex Lube is all-natural, not tested on animals, and it feels so good it should be a sin.”

“You make it sound so good I might need you to try some Violet Sin on me first,” I say, wondering if it’s too late to cut and run. What is this dialogue?

“Well, what are you waiting for? Bend over, and let’s give it a try,” Mills says, biting back laughter.

Susan, doing the voice-over, says, “Violet Sin’s Sex Lube, so smooth it’s better than the real thing.”

I don’t remember taking a step forward, but we’re somehow physically closer than we were before we started running through our lines.

“Good chemistry. Let’s do it again a few more times until you have it memorized,” Sue says.

Mills catches my questioning look. “It doesn’t have to be word for word, as long as we say the name of the product at least three times and mention all the attributes.”

This acting thing is tougher than I remember it being.

I don’t know if it’s the content, or just being close to her, but running the lines on repeat a few more times while looking deep into Mills’ eyes has my insides vibrating with the need to touch her, regardless of the cheesy dialogue.

“Awesome,” Susan says. “Let’s run the scene on the bed. I only have the studio for 30 more minutes.”

“As long as you’re okay with that,” I say.

Mills shrugs. “We’re all professional actors here, right, Mr. Chief Conquistador?” Oh god. She must have looked up the old commercials that I filmed for Conquest Sports back in the day, before the company became a big national chain. A publicist wrote the copy for me, and it makes me cringe to this day when I think about it.

“Right,” I say.

Handing me the tiniest nylon thong underwear I’ve ever seen, Susan orders me to go behind a screen to remove my clothes. I’d almost forgotten about the nakedness questions. Last chance to cut and run.

But then I think about who else is outside waiting for a shot with Mills, and that’s all the inner pep talk I need.

I quickly disrobe while Mills disappears behind a second screen on the opposite side of the room. When I come out, she’s wearing a strapless bra and a thong the same color as her skin.

My cock is hard inside this ridiculously tight banana hammock, and I find myself wishing I had my jeans on to camouflage this erection.

I just hope Mills doesn’t lose this acting job because of me.

I’m really going to have to sell it.