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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.

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