Even though the meeting I was in was one of importance, which required my intuition and business wit, I could not drag my thoughts away from the little strawberry blonde in SoHo. She had sparked something inside me, brought something back to life that I thought was dead. And I wasn’t just talking about my dick. My dull world seemed to have color again, and the laughter I had left behind in a wake of self-pity was back. Just the thought of Andi could make me harden so fast I thought I would faint over the loss of blood in my brain. It was as if my cock had never been on vacation; as soon as it scented Andi, it would stand to attention with a big shit eating grin on its swollen head.
I glanced at the man who sat opposite me. His silver hair was carefully slicked back, his grey suit expensive and cut to perfection. He was not a young man, he was easily pushing sixty, but I knew he had some of the adult industry’s most sought after women in his bed regularly. He was still in good shape, his mind sharp as a tack. Laurie Bishop, AKA The Bishop, was a writer, director, and producer for his own pornographic production company called Bishop X. He was one of the most respected men in the adult film world, having produced quality scenes and movies for over half his life. He was now settled into the high quality digital era, using young, clean, attractive actors, and not merely producing erotic and sensual scenes, but entire damn movies. I had never worked with The Bishop, but to say that starring in one of his films wasn’t at the top of my to-do list would be a load of bullshit. I had jumped at the chance.
Only seeking out the best of the best, The Bishop had approached me. He wanted young, fit actors, drug free, and able to pull off long hours of filming over a few weeks. I should have said no with my ‘condition’, but I couldn’t refuse the opportunity to work with The Bishop. The only thing bothering me about his proposal, so far, was Melody Mona—not her real name—it had a better ring to it than Renee Dalton though. Melody was nice enough, hot as hell, and fucked like nobody’s business, but she had tried a little too hard to make us an exclusive item. I didn’t do exclusive, not in this industry. It was unfair for a woman to be tolerant of me screwing other women, even for work, and any woman who was tolerant of it wasn’t the kind of woman I wanted to be exclusive with. As I sat across from The Bishop, I wondered if he would be prepared to give up Melody? I had just asked him to have her replaced, and he seemed to be considering it.
“Melody has already signed a contract,” he said. “She’s perfect for the film; like you, she has extensive experience, she’s clean, beautiful, and looks incredible on camera.”
“I’m not comfortable working with Melody. What about Leah? She’s hot at the moment, also has plenty of experience.”
The Bishop shook his head. “Leah won’t do D.P.” Damn, I wasn’t a fan of double penetration either; crossing swords could be a messy and uncomfortable situation. “I was told by your agent that wouldn’t be a problem. Did I misunderstand?” The Bishop asked.
“No, no problem. Michael said you didn’t have a contract drawn up yet. What exactly are we looking at here?” Michael, my agent, rarely let a meeting get this far without a dollar amount having been agreed upon in advance. He knew The Bishop though, and he knew my desire to star in one of his films.
The Bishop slid a piece of paper across the table. It was a brief outline of the film’s details. It was planned to be a one hour and fifteen minute final production with a fantasy theme. It would be marketed for women audiences, containing the more feminine desires. A warrior would find a woman in his cave, have his wicked way with her, and she would flee his tyranny but miss him. The warrior’s brother would take the girl and have his wicked way with her. Then the first warrior would stumble across them, join in, and everyone would live happily ever after. Is this shit seriously what women want, I wondered? The female market for pornography was a rapidly growing trend. The demand for young, athletic, good looking male actors was massive. My phone rang hot these days with offers, but until now, my performance issues had somewhat battered my confidence. While current inclinations in the pornography industry suggested this was the time I should be raking in the big bucks, I was sitting on the side-lines holding my limp dick. The Bishop’s pornographic feature would be filmed over three weeks, with a ten thousand dollar salary for me alone. In pornography, that was some damn good money. The privilege of working for The Bishop was worth several times that. I found myself nodding.
“Looks good, you can count me in.” The Bishop stood with a pleased smile on his face. I stood and accepted his outstretched hand.
“Glad to be the one to bring Steele out of retirement,” he said.
“I look forward to working with you.” The words felt like a lie. Working with The Bishop had been a dream, a goal, however, now that I had signed up I didn’t feel the elation and triumph I thought I would feel. No, all I could think about was Andi. What would she think if she knew the truth? I was a porn star for Christ’s sake, certainly not a good enough man for someone like Andi.