“Why?” she asked.
“You’ll call a local place. Any place you like. You’ll order a pizza—your perfect pizza. Toppings, crust, all of it. Then you’ll wait. When it arrives, you’ll eat it. On camera. That’s the audition.”
They rolled cameras.
She was hungry. She ordered what she wanted. And she didn’t share.
She could. She had been hungry her whole life. For approval, for rent money, for a role that didn’t make her feel like a prop. This was just… a different kind of craving. AdultAuditions 23 12 29 Nina Auditions My Pizza...
“That’s good,” she said, and meant it.
She opened the lid.
“I know,” she said. “I’ll pay double.”
He walked over, peeled a single slice from her pizza, and took a bite. “You’re hired,” he said, mouth full. “Not because you were sexy. Because you were real . That’s the audition, Nina. You passed.” “Why
A long pause. “Lady, that’s not on the menu.”