She shook my hand. Her palm was moist and damp. "My pleasure-at least I hope so." She cackled. "Don't worry, darling, I don't bite. Unless of course you want me to? No?" She sighed. "Pity. Ah, well. You wouldn't be interested in appearing in one of my films, would you?"

"Are you serious?" I shook my head. I couldn't have heard that correctly. The music was awfully loud.

"Deadly serious. One of my performers overdosed, and had to cancel." She shook her head. Her hair didn't move. "I always say to the boys, if you can't handle your drugs, don't do them. But they never learn-they think they are indestructible." She looked at me. "Would you mind taking off your shirt for Mama?"

"Um-"

"DEVON!" she bellowed, and one of the thong-clad men came dashing over.

"Yes, Bianca?" he asked. He was naturally blond, and looked kind of like a surfer. He wasn't as muscular as Cody, but he had a beautifully shaped ass.

"Bring Mama and these two young beauties glasses of champagne, doll." He nodded and headed off to the kitchen area. "Now, don't be shy, dear. Off with your shirt!"

I looked over at Blair in a panic. He was grinning, and just nodded. I took a deep breath and pulled my T-shirt over my head. I stood there with my face turning red, holding my shirt.

Bianca whistled. "Absolutely lovely! Now, turn around." Again, Blair nodded, so I turned around slowly in a circle. She clapped her hands together in delight. Her nails were long and painted red. "Oh, Blair, where have you been hiding this one? What a lovely body! And that ass! Blair, he's a treasure." She didn't wait for him to answer as she rushed on, "Please, please help Mama out. I'll pay you fifteen hundred dollars for an afternoon's work. You can't beat that working anywhere else. All you have to do is fuck some pretty boys for the camera. Oh, you do have a big one, don't you?"

"Yes, he does," Blair said before I could say anything. My face felt hot. "And he shoots big loads, too."

I stared at him. What are you doing to me? I wanted to say, but then again ... fifteen hundred dollars was a lot of money. Bianca was right. It would take me months to make that kind of money-and Dad did say I was going to have to get a job at some point ... I could probably make fifteen hundred dollars stretch for an entire semester, if I was careful.

Devon came back with three glasses of champagne on a tray. He knelt down and Bianca took one. Blair and I took the others. I smiled my thanks at Devon, who winked and disappeared back into the crowd of people. Bianca held up her glass, and said, "To my newest star."

I looked over at Blair again. He just laughed. "Jeff, I would do it, really. There's nothing wrong with doing porn, you know"

I looked back at Bianca. I took a deep breath and leaned down and clinked my glass to hers. "I guess I'm hired then."

"Hurray! Be here tomorrow at noon." She downed her glass, and I followed suit. It was delicious; quite different than the champagne I'd chugged from the bottle at Initiation.

The rest of the party passed in a blur. I kept drinking champagne, and Bianca kept the two of us close to her. She introduced us to everyone, but after all the champagne, I was drunk and couldn't remember anyone's name. Around ten, Blair took me back to his dad's. I didn't want to leave yet, I was having a good time. But Blair insisted.

I was really drunk, and pouting. "Why did we leave? I wanted to stay."

He hadn't had as much to drink as I had, obviously. "Poor drunk little Jeffy. We left because the drugs were starting to come out. And I don't want you doing that."

"I can make my own decisions," I snapped.

"No, you can't-not when you're drunk. Now, don't get mad," he said hurriedly as I opened my mouth to snarl at him again. "First of all, you were all coked out when you slept with Marc, remember? And it wasn't coke they were going to be doing over there at Blanca's-it was crystal meth. And that's not something you want to get messed up with, my love." He sat down on my lap. "Besides, I wanted some alone time with you, is that such a bad thing?"

My anger drained out of me. "I love you, Blair. Let's go to bed."

The next morning I woke up around nine, my head aching. Did I really agree to be in a porn movie last night?

At noon, Blair and I rang Blanca's doorbell. This time, the door was opened by a hot little guy wearing a robe. He looked first at me, and then at Blair. "Which one of you is Jeff?"

Nervously, I swallowed. "Um, that would be me."

He looked at me, narrowing his eyes. "I'm Chad Revere. You're going to be fucking me today." He put his hands on his hips. "I guess you'll do. Just so you know, no tongues when we kiss, okay? I don't do that. I don't eat ass, either." He turned around and walked back into the house without another word.

I looked at Blair. "Great," I said, rolling my eyes. This is off to a great start.

Blair just laughed. "Don't be a diva on your first day on the set."

"Whatever." We walked inside. The curtains in the living room were pulled back, and there was a lot of activity around the pool. Bianca was out there, only today she was wearing a pale blue muumuu that made her look even huger than she was. She was wearing sunglasses and had a scarf wrapped around her head. A cigarette dangled from her lips. She was barking orders at a guy holding a camcorder. "That angle you shot was all wrong! We're not going to be able to use any of that footage! Nobody is going to pay money to see an entire fuck scene from the angle of the top's ass!"

"But, Bianca, he has a nice ass ..."

"They pay to see penetration!" She waved her cigarette tiredly. "Oh, just go away for now and get ready for the next shot." She turned and saw me and Blair standing in the doorway. "Jeff! Blair!" She waved us to come out and join her. When we did, she lowered her sunglasses and looked at me. "All right, Jeff, are you ready for your close-up?"

My stomach was in knots. "Um, I guess," I said, hearing the trembling in my voice.

"Everyone's nervous the first time, darling, don't worry about it. Mama is here to make you look incredible, not to make you look awful. Now, get undressed."

I hesitated.

"Darling, you might as well get used to being naked in front of people."

I took off my shirt and kicked off my sandals before stripping out of my shorts and underwear. Blair took them from me, and put them in the backpack he'd brought along. Bianca smiled. "Very nice. I like the tan line. People will think you're gay for pay, and that'll sell very nicely." She sighed. "Blair, I don't understand why men like the idea of straight guys having sex with gay boys, do you?"

He shrugged. "I don't get it."

"Ah, well, it's not up to us to figure out the neuroses of our buyers."

The next hour was spent getting lighting and angles right. Chad spent the whole time either smoking or yakking on his cell phone. Bianca gave me a Viagra-"No sense in trusting you to get it up on your own the first time-most guys are camera shy the first time"-and my cock was soon totally erect. While they were setting up the shot, I posed for still photographs.

I felt like a piece of meat.

But it was also kind of exciting.

The shot called for me to come rising out of the pool stark naked. I had no lines. All I had to do was climb out of the pool and towel off, and then Chad would come out of the house and just get on his knees and start blowing me.