Bailey gave me the up-and-down with a salacious smile. “I say we go inquire whether they need a hot daddy to make movies. They don’t get any hotter than you, Daddy.”
I laughed. “I don’t make enough money to be anyone’s sugar daddy.”
“It’s an attitude, Trooper. Just like when you were a Nevada State Patrol officer. It’s all about the attitude.”
After so many years in law enforcement, I could see how that attitude would come in handy in this situation. I’d watched some BDSM porn on occasion, so I had a general idea what Bailey meant, but I was certain he’d be better at it than I would be.
We went into the Carson Building and found that Glory Hole had the entire top floor. “There must be good money in porn,” Bailey said as we waited for the elevator.
That gave me a thought. I pulled out my phone and shot off a text to Hardy.
Hey, Hardy—can you check out who owns the Carson Building and Glory Hole Studios? Thx, Jagger
When the elevator car arrived on the ground floor, we stepped inside, but as the doors were closing, two young guys stuck their hands over the sensors to stop them. They pressed the button for the top floor. The two of them were smirking at each other before the taller one turned to stare at us. “What floor, gentlemen?”
Bailey grinned. “Wherever you boys are going.”
The shorter one—who looked all of fifteen—giggled. “You might not wanna get off where we get off, but I bet I could get ya both off.”
I chuckled. “No doubt you could. Who would I talk to about maybe getting an acting job? It’s a dare from this ass.” I hitched my thumb at Bailey, who laughed.
Bailey was quick on his feet, the bastard. “He’s late to the queer game, and I said there’s no better way to get into the dating scene than to put yourself out there, and nothing gets you out there quicker than making an adult film.”
Glancing at Bailey, I could see he was enjoying my discomfort a little too much. He’d pay for that later.
“Ooh! I’ll sign up for your debut shoot, Daddy.” The shorter one then touched my T-shirt before he stood on his tiptoes and pulled the neck out, looking down at my chest. “You smell good, and look at that hair. Love it.”
Bailey bristled next to me but kept his mouth shut. Thankfully, the elevator stopped, and we all got off on the top floor, right into a waiting room.
“Good morning, Billy, Eric. Here are your shooting schedules for today.”
I turned to the reception area to see a perky young woman with bright-pink hair sitting behind a large desk. She handed two stapled sets of paper to the guys from the elevator and then stared at Bailey and me.
The short one stepped closer to me. “Becks, this is—” He turned to me.
“Uh, I’m Ja—Jack Wright. This is my annoying friend, Brad. I’m interested in perhaps making a movie.” It seemed smart not to use my real name. God, my family would have a collective heart attack.
Shorty giggled again. “Isn’t he yummy? Marcelo is gonna love him, and if he signs him, I want to be his first.” The little guy was eager. I’d give him that.
The woman opened a drawer and pulled out two clipboards with pens attached. “If you’ll fill these out, I’ll alert Marcelo you’re here. He’s the head of the studio, and I think Billy’s right. He’d like to get a look at the two of you.”
“Oh, I’m just here to make sure he doesn’t renege on the dare.” Bailey stepped away from the extended clipboard like it was a rattlesnake ready to strike.
“You sure? Two Daddies like you would be incredible for our subscriptions.” Becks extended the clipboard one more time, so I took it.
“Two are better than one, Brad.” If he was going to make me humiliate myself with this Marcelo person, he damn sure was going along for the ride.
It was a typical job application with one exception—there were questions on the back that nobody would expect Albertsons grocery store to ask.
Are you prepared to work naked?
When was your last STD and HIV+ screening?
