EYE CATCHING
Daniel surreptitiously eyed the well known producer/director across the crowded room. 'It's fucking now or never,' he muttered to himself. 'C'mon, Danny boy, it's your turn to enter the lion's den!'
'Mr Volare,' - a statement not a question - said Daniel having crossed the room and now facing the man. Deliberately ignoring the querulous looks of the man's companions he added, 'Daniel Markham. I'd like a word!'
Valerio Volare, a tall, gaunt figure, his lustrous hair drawn back into a long, thick pony tail, his pale, skull-like face a replica of Edvard Munch's sinister The Scream, looked at the insolent young man, an expression of disdain forming on his ghostly features.
'I beg your pardon?' said the producer/director in a hushed, deeply accented spectral tone. 'Does Valerio Volare know you?'
'No,' said Daniel boldly but thinking, seeing I'm now well and truly inside the fucking lion's den I'd better deal with lion! 'But you will!' he said confidently, his voice unwavering.
'I will?' said VV (as he was known), a sinister smile beginning to play on his thin, bloodless lips. 'And pray, Mr er ... Mayhem, why would I be doing that?'
Daniel being the same height at the tall Italian returned the sarcastic jibe with a direct stare, his eyes flickering momentarily in confusion due to the distinct cast in VV's eye.
Focusing on the man's left eye Daniel, taking a quick breath, said even more boldly, 'Because I am the person destined to play Profirio Rubirosa in your next planned film!'
'Oh really? How interesting and you are err ... your name again?' questioned VV with a yellow, wolverine smile.
'Daniel, Daniel Markham but my stage name is Daniel Defoe,' said Daniel.
'So Mr Defoe,' smirked VV, running his eyes approvingly over the tall young man, taking in his handsome chiselled features, dark wavy hair, piercing green eyes and athletic frame, 'what is it exactly that you've got that makes you the err ... as you say "person destined to play Rubirosa" in my next production?'
'Because,' said Daniel emboldened by the man's interest, however slight, 'I've read all about him, studied him intensely. I know all about his loves and err ... his superior endowment.'
'Most enterprising of you Mr Defoe and you seriously believe you can live up to the legend of the man, mentally and especially physically? You are obviously aware my films are famous for their nudity and graphic sex scenes. Profirio Rubirosa was once described by a some fortunate female as having a penis the size of a large pepper grinder, fourteen inches to be exact.' VV gave a snigger, 'Are you about to tell me Mr Defoe...'
'I'm more than up to it, Mr Volare,' said Daniel, playing heavily on the innuendo.
'Seeing is believing,' came the soft reply. Ignoring his stony-faced companions VV added without hesitation, 'The Pharaoh Suite, eleven o'clock.' With a final crooked glance at Daniel (Yes, you do have a severe squint Mr V, thought Daniel) the producer/director turned back to his disgruntled companions.
'Eleven o'clock precisely,' said VV on opening the ornate door leading into the luxurious suite. 'Come in, Mr Defoe. Come on in.'
Daniel, following the tall thin figure through to the sitting room of the suite was amused to see VV already wearing a dressing gown, a pair of Gucci slippers on his feet. Audition time, Danny boy, he mused. Well, Mr Volare, the proof of the penis is in the viewing and they all say the proof is certainly there with mine.
'Sit down, sit down Mr Defoe.' VV gestured to one of a pair of sofas, 'and please help yourself to a glass of wine. I don't serve champagne as I never drink it.' The tall man sat himself down elegantly on the sofa opposite Daniel - as requested - pouring himself a glass.
'So,' said producer/director gazing across at Daniel, his squint even more apparent. 'I don't believe in foreplay so as soon as you've had a few sips of your wine - by the way the wine is from my own vineyards, delicious don't you think? - I want you to stand, strip, get yourself hard and then move over to where I am sitting.'
Fucking hell, thought Daniel, talk about getting right down to it! Instead of sipping Daniel simply drained his wine with a noisy gulp. Putting the glass down on the low coffee table between them he then stood up. Taking off his jacket he then unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his belt. Removing his shirt he dropped his pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear.
'Very impressive, Mr Defoe,' said VV, his skull-like face expressionless. 'And you're not circumcised which is also good. My Rubirosa - like myself - is not going to be circumcised whether he was or not. That's one piece of information I have not been able to find out.' Here VV allowed himself a slight snigger. 'Now, get yourself hard and move across and stand right next to me.'
Daniel, his impressive cock growing steadily in his gently pumping hand, did as requested.
'Good, very good,' said VV, his thin feral tongue sliding out and momentarily wetting his lips. 'Now I want you to begin masturbating yourself slowly right next to my right cheek and when you are about to come you must do exactly as I tell you!'
'I'm coming!' groaned Daniel, his engorged cock about to burst.
With a deft movement VV popped out his glass eye. 'Into the socket, into my eye socket!' he gasped. 'Push your cock's head into my socket as you come!'
A stunned Daniel, completely missing the target also missed getting the part.
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