An electric buzz flowed from the actor’s lips, into a very stunned Victor’s mouth. Maximilian suddenly grabbed Victor forcefully, kissing him passionately. “You will get to be pretty close with Max, though.” “You’re not going to star in the film as an actor.” The boss man continued, as Maximilian got closer to Victor. He turned to his idol, Maximilian, only to see a mischievous grin on the actor’s face. Victor finally began to sense something was up. “Oh, you won’t have any lines, Victor” the man chuckled, puffing his cigar. “So you want us to, like, start running over lines?” He turned to the man in the suit, who was now lighting a cigar.
He wasn’t even sure what this movie would he about. Max was known primarily for his comedy roles, not many action movies, so Victor wasn’t sure how much stunt work would be involved in this film, especially for an amateur like him.
Victor was a little taken aback by that remark. “Good to meet you, buddy.” Maximilian said. Victor got up and shook his hand a little too hard, speechless. “Hey, man, nice to meet you too,” Max smiled humbly. “Oh my God, it’s a huge honor to meet you, sir!” Victor was starstruck. The white sliding doors parted, and in walked Maximilian, wearing an all-designer outfit, looking even hotter in person. “Bring him in,” the man called to an assistant standing by the door. But he was so caught up in the excitement of getting to work closely with one of his favorite actors that he disregarded it. He grinned in a villainous way that should have set off alarms in Victor’s head. “You’re right, though, I think you’ll love your new role in life.” “You don’t have to thank me,” the mysterious man replied coyly. “I can’t begin to thank you for this opportunity. “Are you excited for your new role?” The man smiled, sensing Victor’s nerves. He tried to hide his excitement, to seem like an experienced actor with knowledge of the industry. “Welcome, Victor!” A man in a shiny silver suit ushered him in to a plain white room with black leather furniture. Victor agreed to let them fly him out to Hollywood, from his small Indiana town, and met up with the strange gentlemen at a discreet studio. They wouldn’t tell him until he got there. He sent in audition videos and pictures of him flexing in Speedos. There’s no way he could pass up the opportunity. They told him they were looking for a handsome, fit, gay white man with no extended family to play an important role opposite Maxilmilian Romero, a hot actor that Victor was a huge fan of. He wasn’t the brightest, relying on his looks more than brains. It took Victor longer than it should have to realize that they had other, more sinister plans for him. They were in the industry… in the wardrobe department. Victor thought these men were in the film industry, and that they’d make him a famous movie star. They didn’t tell him the cost it would come with. They promised him he’d wear gold every day.
They promised he’d be worth a lot of money. They promised him countless handsome men.