Casting Traps: Girl On Girl

Two pretty young things showed up at my door thinking they scored a real screen test. My fake ad worked like a charm. They came in smiling, clueless. I told them they’d be playing newly out lesbians hooking up for the first time—flirty, hot, the whole scene. Simulated, I said. Kept their nerves down. Problem was the fake stuff looked fake. You can always tell. So I told them we had to shoot real. They froze. Worried. Young, broke, hungry for a shot. One looked at the other and they folded. Mouths on each other, tongues in, no bullshit. They went at it like they had something to prove. I let the camera roll. Never told them the tape was going straight to the private collection. Career? This was the end of the line, right there on that busted couch. Not exactly legal, but the rent was late, the tape was running, and I knew how to keep it all off the books. So yeah—I set the trap, and they walked right in.