Get Them Working For Him

"The Boss likes to shoot movies downstairs. College girls that come in, they like the idea. No plot, no acting, just stripping off in front of a camera, maybe play with theyselves...maybe bring a couple of brothers or sisters in to work them out, you know?" Tyrell was watching Lois closely. He had her complete attention.

"Young women, barely legal, they come in and they've got fake ideas, they're away from home for the first time, not a lot of money, no parents watching them...doesn't take much to ask them if they want to have a little fun, make a little cash. You know the type, right? Good Christian girls, some of them. Boss likes it when they cry in front of the camera."

He signaled a passing waitress for fresh drinks. Lois realized her cocktail was empty, and found herself licking her lips.

"Some of the girls, he needs to get them in the right mood," Tyrell said.

"White or green?" Lois asked.

"Little of both. Boss tried some other stuff. Ecstasy, or spice a join with a little bit of meth...college girls get hooked quick, right? They feel amazing, they getting paid... Steady customers. They do a few videos, and he starts to charge 'em for the ****...and by that time everyone's seen them fucked every which way, the videos can't make up the cost, so they come to him for other work..."

"Prostitution," the reporter said. Her mouth was a firm line, some of her good mood dissipating. She hoped that fresh drink would be here soon.

"College boys and professors are good customers. How much would you pay to lay some pipe with that little hotty from last semester? Girl next door kinda thing. Boss knows how to hook 'em. Or at least he did." Tyrell nodded to himself and stirred the ice in his glass with a dark finger. "But like I said...the Boss got this deal going with the club owner. He got a line on this new designer shit. He stopped doing the old pipeline to get the girls hooked and whoring. Now he's making these plans... specialty films. Whole different clientele. Deep pockets. But they got these really specific needs, right? Know what they want, and they'll pay for it."

The waitress set the drinks down before them, took away the empties. Tyrell brought his up to his lips, but only made a show of drinking it. Lois slurped some of hers, obviously excited. She was hooked by his story, he just needed to reel her in...

"What kind of ****?" Lois asked, and he could see her pupils were dilated, hands shaking with a little more than excitement. "What kind of videos?"