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“What is it exactly that you’re offering, Mr. Levin? Madam was vague, but we’re interested.” Stella spoke for the both of them.
The fact that these girls already had sex for a living diminished my worry about hiring newbies. They were experienced and knew exactly what they were getting into.
“I’m the vice president of White Lace Productions, responsible for casting and location scouting. I contract every one of our actors.” There were a lot of shady casting agencies and Internet modeling sites out there and we didn’t follow the same rules at all. “When you sign with White Lace, you have the control. I’m here to help you build a career. I’m here to help all of us make money.”
My father, on the other hand, saw the porn business as a stepping-stone and went out of his way to help our actors achieve their dreams, and then ship them out the door. A direct counter-philosophy to mine—making money. Needless to say, we had a high turnover of actors.
Ben returned to the table, ladies’ coffees in hand. With a wink he lowered their drinks to the table then returned to the counter.
“Our production is high quality, but low maintenance. We film in hotel rooms and private homes. We film fantasies. Plain and simple.”
Our catalog of film spanned from romantic porn for women to rough, fetish sex. We filmed two feature films a year, but the majority of our products were single scenes that could be purchased online. In one respect that was the beauty of porn. There were so many possibilities and there was a demographic for everything.
“What exactly are you looking for?” Jade asked as Ben squeezed into the booth beside her with a regular coffee for both of us. She seemed much more interested in asking the right questions, unlike Stella, who was more interested in making eyes at me.
“I’m looking for new talent that will be open to all sexual scenarios, positions, and genders. The more versatile you are, the more money you make.”
I knew a little about the escort business, and I knew these girls made a hefty sum per hour. I also knew from reading their bios there weren’t many sex acts on their list of deal breakers.
“We’d be more than willing to give you a sneak peek.” Stella leaned in to me and ran her red fingernail down my arm.
“That won’t—”
A loud bang sounded to my right and I turned my attention to the aisle, where a sweet-looking girl blew a heavy breath out the side of her mouth. It caused her unkempt black hair to flutter around her face. She bent, reaching to pick up the stack of books that had fallen to the ground, giving a spectacular view of a tight, round bottom covered in black fabric.
Who knew yoga pants were so damn sexy? Hers were sloppily tucked into a pair of beige UGGs.
I scrambled from my seat and crouched beside her, picking up one of her books and holding it out. “You dropped something,” I said, my senses kicking up at the sweet scent surrounding me.
She snorted, a cute little laugh, and grabbed the book from my hand. “Sounds like something I would do.”
She finally looked up and her vibrant blue eyes locked on mine. Her lips were plump and naked. She didn’t need lipstick. They were the perfect shade of raspberry. Her pale skin was luminous and it took all of my willpower not to lean in and smell her, running my nose up her dainty neck. My cock twitched in my pants. An unexpected twitch. One I hadn’t felt upon first sight of a woman in a long damn time.
Getting rid of that book so soon might have been a bad idea. I needed it to cover the semi that had just popped up in my pants.
I did a quick survey of her body, which didn’t stand out, in yoga pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt. She was the exact opposite of the women I saw on a daily basis. She was as plain as vanilla ice cream, but something grabbed me—grabbed my cock, was more like it.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Gra…Jade.” Her face knitted with guilt as her eyes settled on something behind me.
“We’re on an interview,” Stella said from the table.
Grajade? This woman knew the escorts. Did that mean she, too, was…A grinned curved up at the side of my mouth. Oh, yeah, I could definitely see her making a lot of money playing the uptight librarian fantasy.
“At my favorite café?”
“Public space, and all,” Jade said with a shrug.
Smart girl. Just the kind of girl White Lace wanted.
When the last book had been picked up, the woman straightened, and I followed suit. She flipped her hair and when her sea-blue eyes locked on mine, I suddenly felt like I’d just run the New York Marathon. Winded, achy, but high on something I just couldn’t put my finger on.
“Thank goodness.” She struggled to gather the books against her chest. “I thought I interrupted your dates.”
I struggled to lift my arm to help her, but it was caught on something invisible. Sort of like my tongue, which didn’t want to cooperate.
She shuffled away and placed her books on a table three down from where we sat.
When she returned, she eyed me with…disinterest.
