Ask about birth control

You clear your throat as Jamie finishes reviewing the footage. The intimate encounter you just shared suddenly brings practical concerns to mind.

"Hey, are you on any birth control?" you ask, your voice casual despite the somewhat awkward timing of the question.

Jamie looks up from the camera with a surprised expression that quickly shifts to amusement. A small laugh escapes their lips.

"We just did oral, Tyler. That's not how babies are made," Jamie teases, wiping a remaining trace of your release from the corner of their mouth with a thumb. "But to answer your question, yes. I have an IUD."

They step closer to you, eyes glinting with newfound interest. "Are you asking because you're planning something more... penetrative for our next video?"

Jamie's fingers trail lightly up your arm, their touch causing goosebumps to rise on your skin despite the warmth of the small back room.

"I'm flattered you're thinking ahead," they continue, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "But also impressed by your responsibility. Most guys I've been with don't bother asking."

Jamie moves to one of the shelves along the wall, fingers skimming across various packages of adult merchandise. "We should probably make use of these too, just to be extra safe. Dad's inventory shows we have about two dozen different types of condoms in stock."

They pull down a box labeled 'Assorted Premium Condoms' and toss it to you with a wink. "For research purposes, of course."

The easy way Jamie handles the aftermath of what just happened between you surprises you. There's no awkwardness, just a businesslike attitude tinged with obvious sexual interest.

"So," Jamie says, leaning against the shelving unit, "now that we've broken the ice with that first scene, we should talk strategy. One blowjob video isn't going to replace fifty DVDs worth of content."

They glance at their phone, checking the time. "Store's officially closed now, so we've got privacy. We could film another scene tonight if you're up for it. Or we could plan out a schedule, maybe bring in some other performers."

Jamie's eyes meet yours, and there's a flicker of vulnerability beneath their confident demeanor. "Just so we're clear though, what happens in this room stays between us. My dad would literally kill me if he found out what we're doing to save his precious inventory."

A notification sound comes from Jamie's phone, and they glance down at it briefly before looking back at you with renewed intensity.

"I have a friend who might be willing to help us out. She's been curious about making amateur videos for a while now." Jamie's lips curl into a mischievous smile. "Or we could keep exploring what works between just the two of us. Your call, director."