Chapter 33 LET'S PRACTICE PORN
LET'S PRACTICE PORN
ROSIE CLOUD(FL) — 22YRS
JERRIE EARNEST (ML) — 32YRS
ROSIE
I’m Rosie, twenty-two, and my life in Los Angeles is nothing like I dreamed it would be.
I moved here from Manila, head full of big promises and bigger ambitions, ready to carve a space for myself in the movie industry. But twenty auditions later, not one callback, not one role. Every “we’ll be in touch” was a silent rejection that chipped away at me.
Now I live in a cramped little apartment in a run-down neighborhood. The kind of place where the walls are too thin and you can hear arguments through the vents. My kitchen is barely big enough for one person, my bed squeaks if I breathe too hard on it, and my bank account? Let’s just say ramen has become my main food group.
But there was one thing—one person—that made all of it bearable: Jerrie.
The guy next door.
Jerrie doesn’t belong here, not in this neighborhood. He’s tall, handsome, clean-cut in a way that makes him stand out. Always in fresh clothes, never sloppy. Even when he wore something casual, he looked like he could be walking into a photoshoot. He was polite too—greetings in the hallway, stolen glances, little smirks that made my stomach flip.
And God, those smirks. He had this way of looking at me that wasn’t subtle at all, like he’d already undressed me in his mind and was just waiting for me to catch up. I blushed every damn time.
One night, though, everything shifted.
I was in my tiny kitchen, cradling a chipped mug of coffee, when my phone rang. It was an unknown number.
“Hello, this is Rosie Cloud,” I said, trying to sound more professional than I felt.
“Good evening, Miss Rosie,” a woman’s voice came through, smooth and businesslike. “This is Mia from Deep Slam Productions. I’d like to inform you that you’ve been cast as the lead female in one of our upcoming short films.”
I nearly dropped my cup. “Wait—what? I didn’t even audition.”
Mia chuckled softly. “True, but you came highly recommended by Mr. Ernest, who will be the male lead. Our director reviewed some of your past audition tapes and was impressed. We believe you’d be a perfect fit.”
My heart raced. My first role in Los Angeles. Finally. “Yes, of course, I’m interested!”
“Good,” Mia continued, her tone shifting, “but I should brief you first. This project is not a standard short film. Deep Slam specializes in adult content. We’re producing five short pornographic features, and you’d be the lead in one. If your performance meets expectations, we may cast you in the others.”
I froze. Porn? She said it so casually, like it was just another genre. I’d watched plenty of porn, sure, but starring in one? Letting cameras capture everything? That was a whole different universe.
Mia didn’t pause. “We know this isn’t a typical gig, but based on your look, your presence, we think you’d shine in this. The pay is significant, and there’s potential for more work. Would you consider it?”
My brain spun. I thought about my empty fridge. About overdue rent. About every rejection email that made me question myself. And honestly… I thought about Jerrie, and the way he always looked at me, like he knew exactly how I’d taste on his tongue.
“Yes,” I heard myself say. “I’ll do it.”
“Excellent,” Mia replied smoothly. “Your first meeting is scheduled for Friday, 10 a.m. I’ll text you the address. We look forward to working with you.”
When the call ended, I sat there, phone in my hand, my coffee forgotten. My first role in LA… and it’s porn.
The money was too good to refuse. But there was a bigger problem: I had zero experience performing sex on camera. Theater and screen auditions back home never prepared me for this.
I needed practice. I needed to know how to look and move on film without falling apart. I needed to see myself in that role.
That’s when the idea came. It was Dangerous. Stupid. But perfect.
Jerrie.
He wanted me. I could feel it in every lingering glance, every husky “hey, beautiful.” I wanted him too—badly enough that my thighs pressed together just thinking about him. And now I had the perfect excuse.
The plan was reckless, but I was done being timid. I bought two cheap cameras and set them up in my bedroom. One mounted on the ceiling, angled toward the bed, and another across the room, set to catch every angle. My little amateur studio, waiting for its first star.
Then I went to Jerrie’s door and knocked.
He answered shirtless, his skin glistening from what looked like a workout, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. My eyes immediately dipped lower, and—yeah. There was no hiding that bulge.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said in that husky voice of his. “What’s up?”
My mouth went dry, but I forced the words out. “Jerrie… I need your help tonight.”
His brow lifted. “Help? What is it? Your tap leaking again?”
I shook my head, my nerves buzzing. “No. I… I got cast in a short film. My first role here.”
His face lit up. “Rosie, that’s amazing! Congrats.”
I swallowed, shifting on my feet. “It’s… an adult film. Porn.”
The word hung between us. His eyes widened slightly, then darkened.
“I don’t have any experience on camera,” I rushed on. “So I thought maybe I could record a… a practice tape. Just to see how I look. How I move. And I was hoping… you’d help me.”
The silence stretched, thick and heavy. His gaze burned into me, sliding down my body, lingering at my chest, my hips.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his voice rough. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this. You want me to help? Rosie, I’ll more than help you.”
Heat shot straight between my thighs.
“Tonight?” I asked softly.
His lips curved into a wicked grin. He stepped closer, lowering his voice until it brushed my ear. “I’m hard right now, baby. We’re not waiting.”
My heart slammed in my chest as he followed me into my apartment. I explained quickly where the cameras were, how I just needed to capture everything. He didn’t even blink—just nodded, his eyes hungry, like he’d already decided how this would go.
Our clothes came off fast. His sweatpants, my simple dress, underwear tossed aside in a careless heap. The cameras were rolling, the red lights glowing.
And then it was just me—Rosie Cloud, naked, trembling with nerves and excitement—and Jerrie, sitting on the edge of my bed, completely bare, his cock thick and hard, veins ridging the shaft as it pointed toward me.
My mouth watered. My thighs clenched. I sank to my knees between his spread legs, the carpet rough against my skin, but I didn’t care.
This was it. My practice. My debut. My fantasy.
I wrapped my fingers around his cock, feeling the heat, the weight of him in my palm. He was so much bigger than I imagined, and I’d imagined it plenty. I stroked him slowly, my eyes flicking up to his.
He was watching me with that smirk again, darker this time, his jaw tight, his abs flexing.
“Fuck, Rosie,” he rasped. “Seeing you on your knees for me… I’ve dreamed of this.”
I lowered my head, my lips parting, tongue flicking over the swollen head of his cock, tasting the salt of his precum. My movements weren’t just for him—they were for the cameras too. Deliberate. Sensual. Like I’d seen in every film I’d studied.
I moaned softly around him, letting the sound vibrate as I took him deeper, sucking, licking, letting spit run down my chin.
And all the while, Jerrie groaned above me, his hand sliding into my hair, guiding me, his body tense as he fought for control.
For the first time in months, I wasn’t thinking about failure, or auditions, or rejection.
For the first time, I was exactly where I wanted to
be.
On my knees, taking Jerrie into my mouth, my cameras recording everything.
And it was only the beginning.