Ask him what happens now

"So what happens now?", you ask, clasping your bra back up. Red hasn't said a word since you started to get dressed, just ogling you with amusement. You step into your panties next, denying him visual access to your most **** parts.

He lets out a chuckle. "Well, now you do it again, but with more passion.", he answers. You stop dressing for a moment as you stare at him in disbelief.

"...What?", you say, trying to figure out if he's kidding.

He rolls his eyes, and when he looks back at you his gaze is serious. "Passion, Marlow. It's what makes a scene good."

"I thought you said I already did good.", you reply, finding his attitude a lot colder now that you're putting your clothes back on.

He laughs loudly at that remark. "Marlow, you're a really sweet girl, but you're not exactly the best actress. I mean the look of terror and disgust was pretty convincing, but I need you to actually pretend like you're enjoying yourself."

You stare at him in exasperation. This guy.

He sighs. "I'm sorry, but this really is important. People are going to watch this, and if you look like you're hating every second of it, then its not going to be arousing to them. This is acting, so I need you to pretend that you're enjoying it. Do you think you can do that?"

You continue to stare at him, still speechless. You're trying to find the right words to give him a piece of your mind.

He continues. "I know that this seems a bit... well...". He looks for the right words but fails, so he tries again. "Look, I know you're a smart girl and you'll decide that this is best for you. Just think it over. We'll call you within a day to let you know if you can get the job."

He heads to the door, opens it, and pauses. "I really want you to get this job, Marlow. I think you'd be perfect." And with that, he pushes you out the room and shuts the door behind you, denying you from replying and leaving you alone to your thoughts.

You exhale sharply and quickly walk out of the studio, still in a daze. You walk past a large man who wasn't there on the way in. He gives you an interested look, but you don't even notice. You're trying to think of the best way to mentally process what just happened. Only when you have rounded the corner and the studio is out of sight does your heart stop racing somewhat.{if redpay=0}

Before your breathing even steadies you already start wondering if you landed the job. You may not have particularly enjoyed what just transpired, but you couldn't deny that there was probably good money to be made in the porn industry. It would help with paying your rent, and perhaps you'd finally be on your way to having a little extra money to spend...?{else} It is then that you remind yourself of the money he gave you.

You start counting it and are very surprised to see that he gave you far more than you agreed upon. You're holding close to 400 dollars. For that much money, you could certainly cover your late rent and have enough left to buy yourself something nice. And it was really quickly earned. If only the next rent wasn't already due in two days...

You think for a bit. You feel like you should be more traumatized by what just transpired than you really are. At no point did you get the time to enjoy any of it, but with the money in hand you suddenly don't feel as upset. You startle yourself when, for a moment you entertain the thought of doing this again. It would certainly cover your rent and you'd be well on your way to having a little extra. You could even take the job, do it just one more time to get some extra cash and quit right after. It's not like they could **** you to stay.

You would just be *acting* like you loved it... Right?

It's not like you *actually* enjoyed yourself... Right?

You find your mind heading to strange places and quickly shake the thought out of your head. You quickly pocket the money in your bag and continue walking down the street. There's just something about selling yourself out like this that just doesn't sit right with you. You walked into the studio expecting to become a film star, and now you've left it twenty minutes later almost feeling like a prostitute, having earned cash for a quick fuck.

... A lot of cash. You weren't at all sure what the going rates for prostitutes were, but earning this much in twenty minutes seemed like nothing to sneeze at. Once again you find your mind wandering, briefly imagining yourself taking this job as porn star. Would you even be able to... pretend to be enjoying all this? And what would you even feel like knowing there'd be men (and women) all over the world lusting over a video of you?{endif}