Page 88 of The Casting Couch

“We’re here for the meeting, Nessa,” I said flatly.

She smirked and leaned forward, clapping her hands together.“Okay, fine.Down to business.We’re launching a new series.It’s different from the usual dick-centric plotless pounding.”

Jack sighed.“Please don’t call it that.”

“It’s true,” she replied.“Most porn out there is made for men.Visual, aggressive, very… smash-and-dash.But this new series?We’re flipping the script.It’s going to be for women.”

Bradley raised his eyebrows.“Like… feminist porn?”

“Like erotic,” Liam clarified.“Sensual.Intimate.Still filthy, obviously.Just with… plot.Chemistry.Emotion.”

“Feels,” Nessa said dramatically, placing her hand over her heart like she’d just watched the end of The Notebook.“We’re talking candles.Eye contact.Beautiful lighting.Whispers.But also orgasms.Multiple orgasms.You get the idea.”

Bradley glanced at me like he was wondering if we’d just joined a cult.

And then Nessa turned to me, laser focused.

“And since you’re clearly determined to have the FEELS for this former jailbird,” she said, stabbing her acrylic nail in Bradley’s direction like she was naming a suspect in a murder mystery, “this series is perfect for both of you.”

I opened my mouth to object, but all that came out was a croaky “I—”

“Save it,” she said.“We’ve seen you two together.It’s like Call Me By Your Name meets Broke Boys in Love.And if we don’t put that on camera, we’re wasting a great story.”

Bradley coughed awkwardly, his cheeks pink.

I leaned back and muttered, “Oh god.”

“Oh god yes,” Nessa said, clearly delighted with herself.“We’re gonna shoot a short pilot scene in a couple of days.You two will be in bed, making out, talking softly about your dreams while massaging each other’s feet.You know what I’m talking about.Then sex.Tasteful, romantic sex.Maybe in a moonlit shower.”

Jack cut in.“We’re still working out the exact format.”

“We’re workshopping,” Liam added.

I glanced at Bradley.He looked torn between panic and something dangerously close to amusement.

I gave his knee a quick squeeze.

Honestly?

We could do this.

If it meant money in his pocket and more time on comedy stages for me, why the hell not?

Also?If I got to kiss him under soft lighting in a studio that didn’t smell like sweat and other bodily fluids, that was a win too.

I turned back to Nessa.

“Do we get candles with actual wicks or battery-operated?”

She grinned.“Both.And a smoke machine.”Nessa was practically vibrating in her seat now, like she’d mainlined espresso.“This is gonna be revolutionary,” she said, eyes gleaming.“A new frontier of filthy feelings.Gay porn with soul!With tenderness!With backstory and slow burns and forehead kisses before blowjobs.”

Jack winced.“I… don’t know if we’re calling it that.”

“Oh, we are absolutely calling it that,” Nessa replied, pulling her phone from the inside of her blazer like it was a sacred relic.“I’ve already started a Pinterest board.Mood lighting, bed linen inspiration, titles like Hard Boys, Soft Moans and Lube & Lavender.And the music?Don’t even get me started.”

Bradley, bless him, raised his hand like a kid in class.

“Wait, hang on.I have a question.”

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