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Even after a year it’s still hard to believe that this is her life. Sydney (if she can even call herself by that name right now) puts the final details on her heavy makeup and combs out her wig with her fingers. There’s nothing like an existential crisis in the morning. She double checks her phone for the address of the shoot, and brings her well-used luggage to her car. She always wanted acclaim, but she didn't think she’d get it as an “adult entertainer.” If her friends saw her now, they’d never think it was nerdy, awkward, Sydney Adamu, though the thought of that happening makes her gag. Don’t get her wrong, she doesn’t think she’s better than what she does, but she and her persona lead completely different lives. Sydney Adamu is a private chef. Sherri Roads can take four dicks at once and suck up cum like a vacuum.
The title of Scarlett Studio’s newest piece is a little behind the times, but the script for “Hot Boss with Big Cock Bangs Ebony Beauty” is simple enough. She going to be this young thing trying to get hired by her idol and is willing to do *anything* to get that spot. A common formula.
Sydney made sure to look up her “partner” beforehand, because of course she did. Tony Cazzo feels like such an uninspired name, like something made up on the spot (no shade, hers was taken from the burning ashes of her ruined dreams). The first vid she saw, Twink Gets Fucked by Older Boss, made her think that it must be some kind of irony for someone so skinny to be called The Bear, but he was a lot more bulked up and hairy in the next film. One thing she learned in her investigation is that he’s *good.* Like yeah, you can be a good actor in porn, but he’s amazing. Why is he doing this when he could be doing the “real” shit? But if he’s anything like her then she knows the answer: Money.
Once on set, she tries to get a good look at the guy as she hands over her ID and STD test. His shirt’s too small, like it was grabbed at random from a trunk of costumes. Sydney eyes his arms, appreciating their girth (sue her, alright?) and the ink covering them. They look too real to be makeup for such a cheap production. She thinks to the symbol emblazoned on her back and how she stresses to keep it covered in public for fear of recognition while he can’t (or doesn’t want to) do the same. Syd isn’t that worried about meeting him; this is going to be a one and done anyway, so why allow her long-buried imposter syndrome resurface? Not that she could turn around at this point if she wanted to; a gig is a gig is a gig. Along with the usual pre-scene recording giving their consent and going over what they’re doing for the scene, part of the shoot is going to be answering questions for some small YouTube channel. Great, she really needed all that extra attention.
The title didn’t lie about Tony’s cock. She’s taken bigger, but it's still a stretch. They start in some awful position on the desk with a corner digging into her ass- the only relief being in the short breaks between cuts. At least he doesn’t drop her, which unfortunately wouldn’t be a first for her. The camera is right up to their junk, capturing a real cream pie on the third take. After two more, they move on to the blow job that would be placed right after the intro. He cleans off his dick, and she sucks it. He pulls out to “cum” on her tits (it’s actually Cetaphil hand soap).
“Alright, Chef, you’re hired. Can you start now? It’s a shit show out there.” He hastily stuffs his dick back into his dickies looking all the part of a fazzled boss that just committed the most questionable of HR violations.
“Yes, Chef.” She tries her best to look starry-eyed and eager while ignoring how that phrase tingles painfully as it rolls of her tongue like a mouthful of poprocks. The cleaners come in to reset everything while they (the two-person acting team) freshens up for the intro and stills. Sherri’s told to stand casually by the desk, while Tony sits on the desk chair to look over the resume. On ‘Action,’ Sydney keeps her voice low and sultry- just barely avoiding going full batman impression.
“Chef,” She pushes the paper down so he has a direct eyeline with the cleavage bursting through her unbuttoned button-up. “I really, *really* need the job. I’d *love* the chance to work *under* you.”
“Well, there is this one need I haven't had time to deal with.”
“I do like to stay on top of things.” Her cheery words are at odds to the stage action of falling to her knees. Cut! Pure artistry at work, folks.
“Yo, Sherri.” It's not weird to chat with other actors between scenes, but dude has been completely quiet during the whole shoot. She figured he was one of those who felt trapped in the job and he was dissociating through it, but apparently not since he chose now to talk.
“What’s up?” He hesitates like he’s rethinking ever opening his mouth, but he pushes on despite his awkwardness.
“Have you ever watched the show? Like, the actual one this was based on?” His fingers tap on the cheap plastic desk. She could groan at this failed attempt at small talk if she didn't see the earnestness in Cazzo’s eyes.
“Yeah it was, um, pretty good.” He lights up, her response leading to the happiest he looked this whole time she “knew” him. The problem was that it was a teensy bit of a lie. She really wanted to like it since she was into that other thing Chalamet was in, and she could usually watch anything starring Quinta, but the show was a challenge. It was just too damn sad and stressful for her even get through the first couple of episodes, so it got dropped from her list- hard. But Tony doesn’t need to know that. Especially since finding another “fan” seemed to brighten his day so much.
“Right, the main guy fucks up a lot, but I think he’s-“
“Reset!” Sherri blinks. It's odd, but she somehow forgot the context they were in. It was like it was just the two of them hanging out until the director interrupted. It could be his fucking fluorescent blue eyes that make her feel like she’s under a spotlight on a dark stage. She leans back from where she was pulled into the conversation, and they do two more runs before the post interview. Those YouTube people ask more of their questions. Then she shakes hands with Cazzo, and they go their separate ways. Sydney washes his cum off her skin and doesn’t think of him again. Or so she thought until a couple months later, her manager, calls.
“This show is blowing up, so our guys are thinking of starting a little series while it’s still getting all this hype!” Syd can picture the dollar signs in Kris’s eyes, unfortunately she has rain on her parade a little.
“I’ll do it, but I have one condition.”
“Sherri…” Kris is more than aware of her major complaint.
“Steve has to change the name.”
“Look, I get it’s a little icky, but we get more eyes when we flag certain demographics in the titles.”
“I know how it works, K. But if they want me again, I'm not doing it under that.” And so production on “Boss Punishing Sexy Employee for Big Mistake” starts a week later.
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What is the meaning behind your name?
SR: It’s something close to my heart. The meaning is kinda private so I don't want to share it with the entire internet. Ironic, I know.
TC: My cousin came up with it actually- it’s a complete joke name. Not that it matters since I mostly go by “The Bear.”
What’s your favorite video of the ones you’ve done?
SR: April O’Cunt Takes 4 Half-shells. The turtles were all super nice despite their faces looking all- have you ever seen the ‘90s TMNT movie? Like that.
TC: Wrestler Locker Room Gang Bang. The costume designs were pretty dope.