Thread: Inside Power Exchange [GypsyRose & Dane Stalling]

See more Matt Damian crouched in the center of his Tenderloin apartment, a white t-shirt bunched in his fist. The casting people had made a horrible mistake. He dialed Donna again on an aging iPhone. Pick up, pick up, he said out of long habit, a mantra he shared with the majority of the civilized world. Donna's easy voice came in clear on his phone. Hey Matt! I did you good this time, right? How did she always have perfect reception on her calls? Nobody else in the City did. Yeah, I want to talk about that. Look. I don't think I'm what they want in this role. Bull fucking shit, Matt. You should have seen the director's eyes when you hit her screen. They want you. Every perfect black curl of your hair, every fleck of green in your eyes. You have the look. They want you. Shit, I even want you and you know how I feel about humans that can grow beards. It's a documentary, Donna, he said. So what? Their dollars are just as green as everyone else's. About a dom in a BDSM club. You're an actor. How is this a problem? You know what the problem is. I don't D or B or S or M. I don't have a clue about that scene. My last gig was the dolphin safe organic tuna spot. There was a pause, and Matt could picture Donna behind her perfect desk in her perfectly cut suit taking a slug from her stainless steel flask. You're so tedious when you're like this, Matt. Fucking do the research. Do the job. Get paid so you can eat in your microscopic apartment instead of just being able to afford to sleep in it. You know I even ask permission before I hug my mother, he said. Asshole, she said, I'm not even going to dignify that with She hung up on him. It had been four months since Donna had ended a phone conversation with him in any way that approached courtesy. She was an artist of the abortive call, though, and he admired her sense of timing. He set his phone on the dingy carpet and pulled the t-shirt on. It would be nice to eat something besides ramen for a change. His phone rang. Donna. So be at the agency by eleven. The producers want to stare into your eyes while you sign their contract. Oh, and they want to do a blood test, so bring your veins. What? In your office? Matt said, but she had hung up. He walked into the agency with ten minutes to spare and punched the button for the sixth floor. Security didnt even look up from his pink romance novel. There he is, Donna said before he even got into her office. A man and a woman stood to meet him. Joanie is directing and Petes the producer. Matt Damian, Matt said, feeling very much in the fishbowl. So this project Inside Power Exchange, Donna said. Yeah, uh, how authentic are you thinking, because Donna said something about a blood test? Pete nodded Strictly a legal precaution. Your scenes will be entirely simulated and were shooting them all on a set. Just covering our bases. Joanie nodded. You and your costar are mood and demonstration between interviews with club regulars. Spice. Donna pushed a contract across the desk. The number on the bottom of the page made his eyes widen. Ive already asked all the hard questions for you, darling, she said, So shut the fuck up and sign.