Take control of Mia's recruitment

You sit on the edge of your bed, staring at Mia's contact information on your phone. Jamie's warning to let her approach Mia first echoes in your mind, but business is business, and you need this job more than Jamie does. Without further hesitation, you press the call button.

After three rings, a female voice answers. "Hello?"

"Hi, is this Mia? My name's Tyler. I work with Jamie at After Hours Video."

There's a brief pause. "Oh, yeah. Jamie's mentioned you before. What's up?"

You take a deep breath. "I'm calling about a business opportunity. Jamie might have mentioned we're working on some amateur adult content production."

"She mentioned something about it," Mia says, her voice dropping to a more private tone. "Said she might reach out to me soon about it."

"That's exactly why I'm calling," you continue smoothly. "We're planning a gloryhole scene, and Jamie thought you'd be perfect for it. I wanted to discuss the details with you directly."

"A gloryhole scene?" Mia sounds intrigued rather than offended. "That's... interesting. What exactly would it involve?"

"It's pretty straightforward," you explain, gaining confidence. "You'd be on one side of a partition wall in our viewing booth. The camera would focus on you giving oral through the hole. Very minimal face exposure if you're concerned about that. Quick to film, good payout."

"What kind of payout are we talking?" Mia asks, getting straight to business.

"Well, that's part of why I wanted to speak with you directly," you say, lowering your voice conspiratorially. "Jamie might quote you the standard rate for amateur performers, but since you're just starting out, I think we could negotiate something more appropriate for a first-timer."

Mia laughs softly. "So you're undercutting your business partner already? That's cold."

"Not undercutting," you correct quickly. "Just being realistic about market rates. Plus, if this goes well, there could be more work. We need to fill almost fifty DVDs' worth of content."

"Fifty?" Mia whistles. "What happened?"

"Production error," you say vaguely. "The point is, this could be a good entry point for you with minimal exposure, both literally and figuratively. Lower risk, lower pay, but a foot in the door."

There's a long silence on the other end, and for a moment you think you've lost her.

"How much?" she finally asks.

You quote a figure that's about 40% less than what you imagined Jamie might offer.

To your surprise, Mia chuckles. "You know what? I appreciate the hustle. And honestly, I'm more comfortable dealing with someone who cuts to the chase. When were you thinking of filming?"

"Tomorrow night after closing," you suggest. "Around 9 PM?"

"I can do that," Mia agrees. "But I have conditions. No full face shots, I bring my own makeup, and I want the raw footage deleted after editing."

"Absolutely," you agree quickly. "Those are standard privacy precautions anyway."

"One more thing," Mia adds, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "If I'm doing this, I want to know what I'm working with. Send me a pic."

Your pulse quickens. "Right now?"

"Right now," she confirms. "Nothing fancy. Just so I know what to expect tomorrow night."

You hesitate only briefly before heading to your bathroom. A few minutes later, you've sent the requested image.

"Nice," comes her appreciative reply. "Very nice. I think tomorrow's going to be fun. But Tyler? Let's keep this arrangement between us. I'll let Jamie think she negotiated a better rate for me."

"Deal," you agree, a smile spreading across your face. "See you tomorrow night."

"Looking forward to it," Mia purrs before ending the call.

You set your phone down, already planning how to explain Mia's sudden availability to Jamie. This job just might work out after all.