it's a start... Bria will do it

"Okay," Bria said softly, feeling like the word was stabbing her hopes and dreams. "I'll do it."

"Excellent!" Troy exclaimed, clapping his hands, making her jump a little and fumble for steadiness on the little chair. "Let's get your forms all processed."

Bria spent a quick twenty minutes after that filling out various forms. There was a job application that was embarrassingly sparse in the 'previous employment', 'education' and 'job skills'. Then there were the tax forms, direct deposit, confidentiality agreements, and a few more forms that the glazed eyes of Bria never really saw.

Bria signed where Troy pointed, placed tick marks where he told her to. She thought she saw the words 'recordings' in there, maybe 'escort' or 'commission' and 'consents'.

Troy seemed happy after spending all that time leaning over her cleavage, pointing things out and confusing her. It was as stimulating for him as it was mind-numbing for her. By the end of it they were both ready to celebrate; him for getting her on his hook and ogling her boobs; her for finally finishing and being able to rush out into the late afternoon sun with the prospect of future money to pay for her already overdue rent.