Deal with Kyle

"It's fine. I can handle him", you decide as you nod towards Honey. You desperately need money, and the sooner you get that payment info sorted the better.

Honey looks back into your eyes with a hint of worry, but then nods and knocks on the door. "Alright. I can stick around, if you'd like. Hopefully he'll behave".

A few seconds pass as Kyle puts his videogame on pause and hops off his chair to open the door just enough to stick his freckled face through the opening. He looks at Honey with a bored expression, but his eyes widen for a moment as he notices you. It's obvious that he recognizes you from before. "Uh. Yeah?", he asks as his gaze settles back on Honey.

Honey gestures towards you with a wave of her hand. "Hello Kyle. This is Marcy", she explains very matter-of-factly. "She's new here and has yet to set up her payment info. Are Jake or Rowan around?"

You step forwards as Kyle tilts his head, slowly opening the door for you further as a mischievous smile forms on his lips. "Nah, they went home early. It's just me. But I can help Marcy out".

Before you know it Kyle has grabbed a firm hold of your wrist and is pulling you inside. He's surprisingly strong; not that you resist much, but you nearly lose your balance as you stumble through the doorway into the tech support room. You turn around to see Honey trying to enter behind you, but Kyle closes the door on her so fast that it nearly slams into her face; locking her outside.

"Uh...", you say, watching Kyle turn back around to you with an awkward grin. You finally have a moment to observe him closer, taking note of his features. His face is heavily freckled, and he has short, black hair that has been shaved on one side. His left ear is pierced; two small metal rings hanging off his earlobe. It also looks like he's trying to grow a circle beard and goatee, but it does little to hide his overly youthful facial structure.

"Soooo. How's your twat? Still sore from the pounding?", Kyle asks you bluntly now that the two of you are alone in the room, ogling you in turn with a lecherous twinkle in his eyes.

You are taken aback for a moment, quickly realizing Honey was right to warn you. "Pardon?", you say, crossing your arms as you give him an annoyed look. "My 'twat' is fine. I'm here to get my account sorted".

"Getting pounded by a machine. Was that really your first day on the job?", Kyle chuckles as he beckons you along. "You must be a real depraved slut".

You clench your teeth, ignoring the unflattering remark as you follow Kyle towards one of the computer monitors. He slaps the mouse besides it to wake it out of sleep mode and starts entering credentials. The pink star logo of Softsilk Studio flashes on the screen briefly, after which Kyle navigates some menus until a submission form is displayed. "There we go", Kyle says as he grabs the desk chair and swings it around to face you. "Sit down. I'll show you how it works".

You hesitate for a second, but then turn around and flop your ass down onto the seat. Kyle rotates the chair so you face the monitor and steps up close behind you; keeping his face next to yours as he leans forward. You subtly tilt away from him as he starts pointing at the screen. "Your account already exists, you just need to activate it", he explains, before making a show of turning his head away to give you the opportunity to privately set up a password and enter your bank details.

You spent a minute typing on the keyboard while becoming overly aware of Kyle's fingers slowly creeping towards your shoulders.

"Done", you exclaim as you finish up. The screen has changed; now showing your company account. You notice that some information is already filled in with the details you had provided on your resume - back when you thought you were still applying for a 'regular' acting job. You scroll further down and look at the bottom of the screen... And so does Kyle, who seems to have already anticipated what will be shown there. You can't help but gasp when you see it:

A large thumbnail of you bent over on a desk and getting ploughed from behind.

You instantly recognize it as your encounter with Red during your first audition. "Holy shit", Kyle laughs, leaning even closer - his nose almost glued to the screen. "Go on, click on the video. I need to see this!"

You feel your cheeks flush brightly, and quickly scroll back up until the thumbnail is hidden again. "No!", you exclaim in terror.

"Aw. Come on, Marcy. Don't you want to see how it turned out?", Kyle asks you teasingly as he starts using his hands to slowly massage your shoulders. "Besides, it will show you your earnings and any comments people may have left on the video".

You let out a soft groan. Your curiosity is piqued... but do you really want Kyle to see all this?