Page 35 of The Casting Couch

“Japanese businessmen,” she said.“They want us to produce a gay bukkake film.”

I blinked.“A what now?”

“Bukkake.”She said it like she was still working out the syllables.“I told ‘em sure.Why the hell not?Money’s money.But between you and me… I got no clue what the hell it even is.”

I coughed to hide my laugh.“You agreed to produce something you don’t understand?”

“Welcome to the entertainment industry, baby.”She winked.“If the check clears, we’ll figure it out later.”

Fair enough.I ran a hand through my hair and shrugged.“So.What’s on my dance card this week?”

Nessa’s playful expression dimmed just a little.She sat up straighter, hands folding together like she was about to offer me either a raise or a warning.

“Well,” she said, “good news and bad news.”

“Hit me with the good first.”

Her smile returned, sly and self-satisfied, like the cat who just ate the canary, and the canary’s entire family, too.“Boys On Film Media & Management wants to rep you.Not just for adult work.For your comedy career.”

My heart stopped.

“Wait… what?”

“You heard me.”She pulled a folder from her desk and slapped it down in front of me.“Jack and Liam wanna expand.Go mainstream.They think repping an up-and-coming comic is a smart first step.”

My chest went tight.“I don’t… I mean… I don’t even have a manager right now.”

“Well, now you do.If you want one.”

I sat there, stunned.“Do you guys even know how to manage a comedy career?It’s a whole different beast, Nessa.This isn’t just booking me for cum shots and moody close-ups.”

She laughed, low and throaty.“Oh, honey.You think I don’t know that?I’ve already got you an offer.”

I stared.“An offer?”

“Yep.”She flipped through the folder and pulled out a printed email.“Opening set for Marcus Vance at The Orpheum next month.Fifteen-minute slot.Packed house.Industry people in the audience.”

I practically levitated out of my chair.

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

“Nope.”

Before I even knew what I was doing, I shot around her desk, picked her up like a rag doll, and kissed her right on the lips.

“YES!”I shouted, spinning her around.

“Jesus, put me down before I break a hip!”she laughed, smacking my shoulder but looking just as giddy as I felt.

“How the hell did you pull this off?”I asked, still breathless.

She straightened her jewelry like she was putting the final touch on a victory outfit.“Turns out… a lot of my contacts from the adult world have fingers in other pies.Agents.Producers.Club bookers.New York’s one big, slutty village if you know where to look.”

I let out a whistle, shaking my head.

“Okay,” I said.“Yes.Hell yes.Rep me.Let’s do this.”

Her grin widened.“That’s what I like to hear.”

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