Ask more about the job

"What does the job entail?" you ask, striving for professionalism.

"Well, the job's for modeling merchandise, so we want the customer to associate you with the product."

"Okay," you nod. "What's the product?"

Looking at you a little funny he pulls open the drawer. You feel your face go red and not wanting to embarrass him you pretend not to notice the pile of sex toys within.

"This is the product."

It takes you a moment to realize what he means. You turn to stare at him and then the drawer, and your look is so stunned that he laughs.

"I'm guessing you didn't read the contract either," he says drily.

"Um, maybe not entirely," you mumble, willing the red from your cheeks.

"Well, you've agreed to model lingerie and demonstrate sex toys."

"Oh." your shoulders relax, but only slightly. Modeling doesn't seem so bad, but "Demonstrating?" you ask with concern.

"Don't worry, we're strictly no-penetration, though there's options in the contract to go further if you want."