Sarah shrugged. "My audition, what else?"
"Oh, right," said Athena. "Yeah, I heard Burning Angel and Suicide Girls were gonna be here."
Audition? I wondered. Burning Angel and... Then I remembered -- it was Talent Search Day, when all the big porn producers showed up at the school scouting talent.
Sarah took a drag on a cigarette, and I admired her long, manicured, ebony-painted fingernails. "That's what I was arguing about with those bitches," she said. "Blonde bimbos like them are a dime a dozen, but chicks like me? I figure my odds of getting a contract are a shit-ton better than theirs. You too, even if you're not as much of a fetish doll as me."
I looked down at my outfit and wondered if it was sexy enough. A corset top pushing my B-cups up as much as possible, a little ruffled skirt with a red thong underneath, thigh-high fishnet stockings, and patent-leather platform heels. It definitely paled next to Sarah, who'd gone so far as to wear an outfit that was little more than a latex leotard, plus thigh-high vinyl platform boots, accessorized with silver jewelry and even a choker with letters spelling out "FUCK ME" -- and, of course, she had all her piercings filled, and even thick hoops through the metal gauges that stretched out her earlobes.
Of course, wearing the sexy outfits wasn't necessary -- we'd be nude or nearly so for the real auditions, held in the gym throughout the day -- but there were "spies" who would have the run of the school, even checking in on classrooms. Therefore, all the girls in school had dressed and done their makeup and hair to look their absolute sexiest.
"I forgot to ask, what group are you in?" Athena asked.
It took me a second to realize she meant what group of auditioners -- it was just like school picture day earlier in the year, where they'd be calling people down to the gym by group number. I managed to find it in Zoe's memories. "Group 10," I replied.
Athena looked a bit disappointed. "Oh, I'm in Group 9."
"Group 4, bitches," said Sarah, as she used the pointed tip of one boot to snuff out her cigarette against the sidewalk.
Something was nagging at me, though. I should have really enjoyed Talent Search Day as Jon -- seeing all the girls dressed as porn stars -- but I didn't seem to have any "Jon" memories of the event in past years. In fact, I was a little hazy on what I as Zoe had done last year -- wait, did they have me eat Sarah out? Or was that a porn movie I'd watched as Jon, with Goth lesbians that --
Sarah said with a bit of a smile creeping across her glossy, dark-red lips, "Did you hear the rumor about the new wrinkle to the auditions this year?"
"No, what?" asked Athena.
"Having guys from our school participate in auditioning us," Sarah answered.
Athena frowned. "Any idea who it's gonna be?"
"Much as I'd love to drive the cheer squad bonkers by fucking their football-player boyfriends," Sarah suggested, "I bet they gave it to guys who got straight A's or whatever. Won't be too bad -- most of them really need to get laid."
I was suddenly positive that I knew who one of the male participants would be. If I were still Jon, I absolutely wouldn't be able to resist wishing myself into the spot. I was about to say something to Sarah and Athena, but just then the bell rang.
