Hesitantly she reached out, her fingers shaking as she stared downward. After a pause she picked up the bills, telling herself that it would be a shame to waste money that was just sitting there.
A part of her seemed to wail inside, but was it really any different than the things she'd already done? She'd slept every which way with judges to get their votes, let them humiliate and debase her as much as they wanted in order to top whatever the next girl might offer them. And of course she'd had a few flings with other contestants and their boyfriends or fathers if it would wear them out or let her sabotage them in some way.
Maybe sex was just a versatile tool to help you get what you want. Today it's purpose was to buy her a way home again. Tomorrow it might be getting a director to cast her.
Accepting her deeds with some distaste she finally noticed what she'd been left.
"Fifteen dollars!" she cried in outrage. A five and a ten were in her hand and she whirled about with the thought of chasing them down to demand more. Her body and her fucking talents had made her Miss Minnesota, how dare they think she was so cheap.
"Fifteen isn't even a blowjob," she fumed. "A handjob, maybe..."
"So how much for a blowjob?" a voice asked, startling her.
"What? Who?"
"You're a pretty girl, how much for you to blow me?"
Bria stared at the man nervously. He wasn't exactly seedy, but he had a hard look to him, almost predatorial.
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