WIP: Audition

a/n. funny thing is I was never going to write this AU and I may never bc it’d be long, exhausting, time consuming, but its the one I think about everyday without fail. I will write this part(which is sort of how this AU starts anyway) and maybe some extras with other members🙂‍↕️

“You’re new.” Johnny hasn’t looked at you much since entering his office, seemingly bored by your existence. “Too new. I don’t have interest in fresh meat.. never lasts.”

“I’m good.” You speak up, sliding forward to the edge of your seat to shove your chest out. “I’m really good.”

Johnny scoffs, tossing your hand-written resume down onto his desk with a shake of his head. “That’s what they all think.”

“I don’t think it, I know it.” You reaffirm, pushing up from the seat to stand and grab onto the ledge of his desk. “Give me a chance, one audition. You won’t regret it, I promise.”

He looks up, squinted eyes irritated as he takes his time to look over your appearance.

Cute. Really cute. Young too, but too young. And just landed in the valley 2 months ago from what your nonstop emails say. The same old story he’s sure he’s heard a hundred times over by now. A young pretty girl, freshly legal, moves out to Hollywood with big movie star dreams only to waste her life away by doing porn. You’re all the same, all hungry to gain exposure, and to gain it fast.

“What makes you think I haven’t already auditioned a thousand girls just like you? Barely legal, set out to make a name for themself, thinking they can handle it over here.” Johnny sits up straight, smoothing his highlighted blond and brown hair back. “Listen, I watched your reel, you have potential but now is not your time baby. Come back in a few years when you’ve made a name for yourself, new girls have no place at my company.”

“One audition.” You repeat, tasting dryness in your throat the more you keep up a confident facade.

“You do realize I am so busy that there is no need for casting calls and auditions anymore, right? I know you’ve done your research sweetie.” Johnny says, shoulders shrugging like he could care less even if you got on your knees and begged. 

“I’m different Mr. Suh, I’m worth the time.”

Johnny takes in your face once more. Your unwavering voice, the determined look in your eye. He chuckles, leaning over to grab a notepad. “You’re cute, I like that.. I do, and if I ran a company for amateurs you’d be a sure bet. I can tell you’re smart and think that this is what you really want but—“

“I’m no amateur.”

“Oh yeah?” He nods, jotting down a hotel and address, scribbling a name at the end. “I’ll text you, if I can come by after the shoot tomorrow, maybe I can convince one of the guys to take over for me.”

The guys.

The legendary high in demand Suh boys. Johnny’s roster is known to be quite notorious in the adult entertainment industry. Everyone and their mom dreamed of working with one of them. The true Fabio’s of modern times.

“For an audition?” You ask, glancing at the address. Rich area, too expensive and out of your budget for you to even bother visiting. 

“I’ll give you one shot,” Johnny shrugs, leaning back into his chair. “Let’s see how determined you are after everything’s said and done.”

“I’m serious.” You smile, picking up your purse. “Mark my words that I’m different. I’m going to be famous.”

Johnny smirks, biting down his tongue to not repeat another ‘that's what they all say.’  

“Maybe you will be..” he waves, pressing a button to unlock his office door. 

Grabbing onto the door handle, you wink. “Believe me. I’m a fucking star.” 

As predicted the hotel Johnny told you to meet at is beyond out of your price range. 4.8 star above the motel 6 you’ve been stuck at for the last 8 weeks while hustling to build up your reel with some type of decent content.

Suh: Think I can swing 2pm, head to the front desk and ask for Renjun. He’ll direct you to my suite.

Suite? God, how much money is this guy making? 

The front desk staff eyes you curiously, nodding to follow along to the private tower lifts. “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen anyone other than Mr. Suh’s wife occupy his suite. You must be special.”

Wife. Right. Johnny married Stormy Sins 4 years ago before starting his company. At least that’s what the adult video archives had informed you of while staying up late to avoid studying for finals last year. 

Not as if you cared much about achieving a good grade, dead set on embarking to Los Angeles to join the best adult company out there. It just so happened that Suh Films had taken over in the last two years. Clean sweep winning the best of the best categories at the last two AVN awards.

“I must be.” You say with a proud smirk, waving off the concierge leaving you with one last judging look.

It’s 1pm when you arrive. Enough time to settle in before he shows up, clean up every crevice and make yourself extra pretty to impress. Johnny might play it cool and collected, but he had no reason to actually grant you this opportunity. You can’t fuck this up.

Majority of your paychecks had gone to waxing sessions and body facials, needing to ensure not a bump or hair appeared on your supple soft skin in 4K definition. Research and inputting your moms credit card behind her back for a subscription led you to figuring out what Johnny liked to hire- subs, pure subs.

You could do that. Even with your vibrator pressed against your clit in the dark of your bedroom streaming the videos in the Suh Films archives, you studied. Focused on each moan, every airhead sluts face close-ups. The squealing high pitchy vocals they’d use while getting fucked.

You could do that, and you could do it better, more raw and real. Authenticity is what all of this porn lacked, and you know that if you have one thing, it’s authenticity. Johnny nearly had the perfect vision- incorporating more plot and attractive men than the average adult video. That’s what made his company stand out in comparison to others.

The guys….The Suh Boys, including Johnny himself who rarely appeared on screen much anymore, most of his acting done in the first year launching the company. Each of them had their own absurd amount of popularity on the site. Videos featuring Johnny still carried the highest number of streams with Jeno following only by a million or so less.

You fully understood why he had found success. After all of your observations and thorough studying through comments had led you to figure out that the majority of viewers consisted of women. Extremely deprived and horny women howling like wild animals over their favorite male pornstars.

The male viewers on the other hand shared a different opinion, often complaining over the lack of emotion the female leads displayed. Fake moans, over exaggerated climaxes, lack of chemistry between costars. Johnny only truly still held the first place thanks to the content filmed with his wife prior to her retiring from the industry. The feedback was always full of praise and gratitude for ‘real’ fucking, sex that felt relatable.

Because the art of getting off is about more than a great pair of tits bouncing perfectly. It’s more than taking a cock bigger than your forearm. Popping your glossy slicked lips, you finish off getting ready by dousing yourself down in body oil and perfume.

The art of fucking can be anything to anyone, but generally speaking women love foreplay and men love getting off. Depicting emotional connections in porn can be tricky of course, but not impossible. 

Johnny sees himself in while you’re still fixing your hair. Picking out of the the priciest lingerie sets you could afford after your first month working, you roll up a pair of skin nude lace thigh highs. Catching his reflection in the mirror when you stand back up and snap your garter belt into place.

“Good to see you again.” He says politely, motioning for you to step out of the bathroom.

“You too, Mr. Suh.” Blinking at him with a curious look for a minute lifts his cheeks up with a small smile.

“I prefer to perform auditions myself.” He nods, opening up a bag to start setting up a camera. “If that’s okay with you.”

For some reason the thought of Johnny Suh himself being the one to fuck you first and decide if you’re worthy of working under his company hadn’t crossed your mind. Maybe Jeno, Jaemim, Jaehyun, any of his top guys, but not the boss himself. 

Nerves set in as he finished setting up two cameras near the hotel’s bed. Stripping off the jean jacket he has on, he nods and grabs a stack of papers from his bag. “We do have some rules to go over first.”

“Rules?” Following his instructions to sit down, you grab the hoodie you’d worn here. Sitting across from him at a table near the window. He slides the staples sheets across toward you. “Yes, like your last STI check up. Your do’s and don’ts, hard no’s, kinks you’re okay with. You know, the basics.”

“I don’t have many don’ts..” you mumble. Flipping through the pages to scribble your name wherever your signatures required.

“How do you feel about me fucking your ass?” Johnny says nonchalantly. Sitting across from you comfortably, as if this is a question he asks everyone he’s just met in the last 24 hours. And he likely does.

“I haven’t..”

Johnny sighs, reaching over to snatch the contract from you. “Don’t tell me you don’t know that all of my girls do anal.”

“I do!” Keeping a tight grip on the papers, you look at him wide-eyed. “I can do it for you, first time on camera.”

That seems to appease him enough, settling back into his chair. He tilts his head back, showing off his sharp jaw and lifting an eyebrow as if to say ‘oh yeah?’. 

“Choking?”

“That’s fine.” You rapidly nod.

“Spitting?”

“Yes.”

“Spanking?”

“Yup.”

“Throat fucking?”

Dry gulping, you continue to nod. “Yeah.”

“Degradation?”

“Yes.”

He goes on for a few more minutes, listing off more hard kinks he thinks you won’t enjoy. “Fine.” Snatching the contract away from you to skim through, he shoves it back into his bag “Let’s get started.”