Saving Pookie (Pink Stallions #1)

Braxton’s Casting Tape

brAXTON’S CASTING TAPE

brAXTON

"I'm not gay," I confess, palming over a slack-jawed grin. All eyes are on me, which is nothing new. I've got the casting directors right where I need them to be. "But for ten dollars, I'll make it wink."

Jules—pretty fucking sure that's her name—bats her eyes as her cheeks flush a shade of cherry red. "I'm sorry, I don't quite follow what you're trying to say."

I clear my throat and rise to my feet. What I'm about to do is a violation in any and every workplace known to man.

But this is showbiz, baby! The ring lights are hotter than they appear, the heat coating my bare chest in a thin layer of sweat.

I fumble with the belt buckle holding up my jeans and push the denim to the top of my pink cowboy boots, exposing a fitted pink jockstrap underneath.

I give my cock a squeeze through the fabric and adjust the big guy before turning in a full circle and squatting over the wooden chair.

Bracing my hands on the back of the chair, I spread my cheeks and bounce my ass.

Jules gasps.

I cock my head over my shoulder, bite into my lip, and smile. "Did you get that on film?"

Jules averts her gaze somewhere off to the side of the dance floor. Arthur—I'm pretty fucking sure that's his name—clears his throat and shakes his head inquisitively. "Are you always this provocative?"

I climb off the chair, pull my pants back up, but leave them unzipped. "I like money."

"And your girlfriend is fine with this?" he questions, pointedly.

I understand he's not judging. In fact, the more out of pocket I behave, the better my chances of landing a starring role on the reality show that's about to start filming at the place I've been working for well over a year.

He's digging for storylines, and I'm going to give him exactly what he demands.

"She likes money more than I do." I shrug.

"She possesses an expensive hunger for all things bright and sparkly.

" I hook a finger at the producers, daring them to inch closer and listen.

"I'm pretty damn sure she gets off on it.

Sometimes, I get this itch I can't scratch, this feeling if you will, that she'd love nothing more than to watch me raw-dog some hunky man with a bubble ass. "

"Is that something you do?" Arthur smiles. "Being not gay and all?"

I take a seat and kick my legs outward, manspreading. "It's not something I've done before, but like I said..." I tongue the inside of my cheek, "I like money."