He leads Bryci on and gets rid of her

Frank pulled out of the trembling girl with a grunt, giving her a congratulatory slap on the rump.

"That was fun. Now get yourself together and get out of here," he ordered.

"You're...you're going to help me?"

"Sure. I said so didn't I. Leave your number. I'll make some calls, see what I can do. You're a natural, leave it in my hands."

"Thank you...thanks so much..." she murmured as she pulled her clothes together. "I'm so sorry about your pizza. Being late and everything."

"Don't worry about it. You made up for it didn't you? You and that tight little pussy." He grinned at her.

"And thank you for helping me...you're so nice..."

"Think nothing of it. Just remember to do what I tell you."

"Absolutely! Is there anything I should do next?"

Frank looked at the busty brunette, his mind running through half a dozen schemes. "Yeah, send me a bunch of pictures of yourself. All kinds, head and shoulders, dressed up nice, some bikini shots, even a few nudes. If you want to get a little naughty in them that's ok. I can send them on to agents and give them an idea what you have to offer."

"Ok great! I'll do that right away! Thank you so much! You're such a sweet man!" She gave him a giggling hug, pressing her fat tits against him and giving him a kiss as he led her towards the door.

She had to be high in the running as the dumbest bitch in town, Frank thought as he ushered her out.

And he hadn't even had to drug her.