They Aren't Interested

"We're here to fuck. Not make friends," Melanie said, before flipping her paper back up. "Get your lines right, get it up when you're supposed to, and get us close enough that we can actually imagine cumming. If you do that, we're cool. If not, you'll be replaced." Kelsey didn't say a word. She just scowled.

"I... Uh... Won't let you down," Sam said, trying to suppress the panic attack building in response to the slight.

Just in the nick of time, Amy approached the desk. "Okay! Has everybody met? Perfect!" She said, patting Sam on the back. "So just as a quick reminder: We're going open up the scene with you ladies observing Sam. Ladies, you're going to be very impressed with his cock when he takes his shorts off, and ask him the questions."

"Sam," she said, turning to him. "You don't have any "lines," per se. Just answer the questions as best you can. Eventually, the ladies will ask to sample the goods and you will oblige them. That work for everybody?"

All three performers nodded.

"Okay, then," Amy replied. "Get in position."