(written on my phone. not proof read. ignore any typos 💙)
18+ mdni — porn director!joel miller x GN!reader
Like one of those "casting couch" vids... you sign up for what you think is an interview with the casting director of JM Productions but who walks through the door instead is the one and only, CEO and adult film star, Joel "Driller" Miller.
Graying curls, crisp white linen with the sleeves folded up and a wry smirk plastered on his face when the realization sinks in at just who would be conducting your interview.
He goes through the motions with the usual questions as he looks you over from behind his dark frames, jotting down random notes which makes you feel both confident and uneasy.
"Can you swallow cock?" He leans back, the chair squeaks under the pressure as he sinks into the plush leather. The quizzical look of your face makes him laugh, a hearty, gravel filled rumble as he runs a hand over his patchy beard.
"I mean deep throat. Can you?"
Your eyes flick to the edge of your skirt. It was one of the issues you had no matter how many times you practiced.
Silence fills the room until Joel sighs. "I think I got my answer."
You lean forward, bracing your hands on the large desk with eyes wide and begging. "I-please, I know I can. I just haven't been 100 percent successful."
One brow raises with curious intrigue.
"My gag reflex is a bit too strong." Your hands twist together, anything to fight the temptation of bolting out the door. "I can't keep it down for long. A few seconds at most."
The corner of Joel's lips twitch at your demure tone. His somber eyes grow dark as he drags his gaze up and down your body.
"Well, we want to hire someone who can deep throat." He cocks his head toward the edge of his desk and raises a hand, signaling for you to stand up and walk around until your in front of him.
Dark trousers brush against your bare legs as he widens his thighs. "Come closer, sweetheart." He whispers, curling two long fingers in the air, directing your every move.
You take a timid step into the space between his large thighs feeling like an insect landing on a spiders web.
"If you want this job, you'll need a proper lesson." He offers, sliding a hand down into his lap and palming the large, infamous bulge that lays hidden.
"Whatever you think I should do, I'll do it," You nod a bit too enthusiastically.
"Good girl,” A smirk tugs at his lips as he nods to the floor. "Now get on your knees and stick out your tongue.”
