Questions, answers and choices.

"Ok, give me a sec to grab another drink and we'll chat," you gulp the last down and go to the kitchen for another. You grab a bottle of apple juice, then take a quick look at yourself in the small makeup mirror you get from your purse. After taking a second to straighten your shirt a bit, you put the mirror back and sit at the desk.

"The floor is yours, Walker FireBox agent," You offer with a smirk then sip on the juice.

"Ok, Ms. Smartass. Since you were busy last night 'drunk hacking' the site, you've probably figured all this out but humor me here." He shrugs and you blush a bit before he begins the briefing.

It starts with a tour of the website and rules for its use. You learn a few cool things like where the payroll portal is and the like. He shows you how to filter chat and such to ignore tier one members (the garbage as he calls them). They tend to be the newer, cheaper users and most are just video consumers and chat trolls. The higher tier folks tend to be the ones consuming material and services that affect models more directly. They also pay a higher membership fee and are more careful not to risk an account ban. He promises to touch on that a bit later and then moves to the code of conduct on the server.

The rules for the website can be summed up pretty simply. Engaging clients is fine but don't piss them off. Everything is recorded so any problems that arise can be sorted out by the mods. Bail when things seem to be going sideways and page an admin, they'll handle it. If things get really bad, log out and call your agent. He'll deal with the headaches at that point. Last but not least, you work for FireBox. If anyone wants to make you a new job offer, refer them to your agent. Freelancing is verboten and can result in termination. In the middle of an assignment, 'tips' for certain things are OK. When in doubt, refer to Kuhn.

"Any questions so far?" Walker asked.

"If I need to contact you, just email?" You ask.

"I'll mail you my number. Email doesn't get checked more than once a day."

"Ok," you reply. "What's next?"

"Next is personal info for your model file and site bio."

"K. Hit me," you reply nursing the last couple of sips of juice.

He starts asking about boring statistics and collects everything from your height, to shoe size and even grooming preferences downstairs. You make a crack about when the visit to wardrobe is and he rolls his eyes. Then he moves on to resume type questions quizzing you on everything from college to your part-time job, then the fun questions begin.

He starts, "What's your orientation?"

"Pretty straight to be honest. The idea of going down on another girl doesn't disgust me but it doesn't do anything for me either. Who knows though? I doubt another woman would have trouble finding 'the little gal in the boat'."

"OK, straight but flexible."

"That works," you agree.

"Taboos?"

"That's a wide-open question. I guess we can start with Pepsi and Yu-Gi-Oh? I'll take Dr. Pepper any day and am more the Vulpix gal myself."

"Not exactly what I'm looking for. I'd prefer not to waste our time offering jobs you won't touch."

"I don't know the company well enough to tell you for sure. If you want to send me a questionnaire or something, I'll fill it out. Otherwise, all I can do is guess and hope it doesn't cause an issue later."

He gives you a stern look and you sigh.

"Fine. You can keep the urination and poop kinks. That sort of thing makes me want to vomit."

"Anal?"

"Hard question to answer. I've tried it two times and my partners were on the smaller side. The first time was awful. The second we used tons of lube and it was blah. I might try it again if I was sure the guy knew what he was doing."

"I can send you a link to a few videos. We have a small library where we paid porn actors to explain the best ways to handle 'out of the ordinary' sexual experiences. I'll mail you the library link and you can nose around. If nothing else, you'll have a better idea of what you will and won't do.

"Sounds cool. I'll peep around there later."

"I'll set your preferences pretty vanilla and harass you every now and then if something interesting comes up."

"Sounds fair," you smile.

Then he moves on to the next section.

"Ok. Now we'll discuss work categories."

You nod as he begins screen sharing and puts up a PowerPoint slide of the account window. He points at various icons and shows you how to get to the jobs screen. You pull up another window in a browser and check your profile. Sadly, the screen is empty for you.

"Nothing on mine at the moment."

He shakes his head, "Of course not. We haven't finished filling in your bio yet. The system has no clue what to offer you. Now shush, girl."

You frown and nod, suddenly feeling the need to take notes. He brings up a slide showing four tabs: Client Communications, Video Productions, Escort Services, and Special Requests.

He highlights the first category.

"Client Communications is the simplest of the jobs and frankly the least lucrative. It can be anything from playing camgirl to dirty sexting. It's a weird category and is 15% of our business. You can do it if you like but I wouldn't waste my time opening that tab unless it's something that gets you off."

You just nod. It sounds like a hassle and knowing your luck, it'd be a chatroom full of tier-one dorks anyway.

He moves the highlight to the second tab.

"Video Productions is something you've already tried. It's mostly about charting common kinks and fantasies, then having them pre-shot and waiting for the client in a gallery. The shoplifting one you did is the third or fourth most popular type I think but you can browse the video library if you want to know more. They get shot in a few hours and normally hit the site in two or three days depending on how much editing they need. About 50% of our income is from there and you already have an idea how well they are compensated."

"I was pretty surprised by the pay, to be honest," you offer. "It seemed pretty generous to me."

"It was more generous due to the deal you made with the caster to bring the other man in. That isn't unheard of but it's rare."

He takes a sip of his soda and continues.

"Your first five or six videos will be restricted to amateur categories. Surveys showed that clients like those a lot because they assume you're new and being 'broken in'."

You roll your eyes.

"It's a guy thing," he shrugs. "Let's move on."

He highlights the third tab.

"Escort Services is complicated but pays really well. It's pretty much a catch-all for live services."

"That's where I'd get whored out?" You cross your arms under your breasts and look at him.

"Yes and no. Occasionally it's something normal. A month ago, one of the girls pretended to be a businessman's fiance at a party. No sex, he's gay and didn't want his parents to know. Most of the time it's all about sex though. I've seen girls do everything from a two-week cruise to an all-weekend bachelor party in Vegas. It's a complicated classification but it pays better than video or communications. All our tier two and above clients have been through background checks and they are the escort customers."

"We'll see," you reply noncommittally. "What's the last one?"

He shakes his head.

"Special Requests is on the slide because you'll see the tab and it'll always be empty until it isn't."

"You lost me there," you say with a confused look on your face.

"They are special requests. A client makes a request, names a specific girl or general description of a type of girl, and tells us what they want. Sometimes it's a weird fetish video, sometimes it might be some dirty roleplay or it could be really bizarre. It crosses categories. Don't worry about it. We'll talk on it if it ever comes up."

He crushes his soda can and tosses it into a bin off camera.

"Ok. We are pretty much done for the day, sweetheart. I do need you to hit the payroll portal before the end of the day though. We logged two hours here and that pays under hourly. They'll need an account to put it in."

You nod and make a note of it.

"When can I start checking for work?"

"It'll be active starting tomorrow at noon. You can call me to discuss anything or choose one and I'll call you. For the first few weeks, I'll have to OK anything before it is actually assigned to you so we'll talk one way or the other. After a few weeks, I'll be on call to answer questions but your jobs will be auto-approved when you select them. Check your mail at least once a day. I'm only going to call for important things. HR requests and the like will go there. Any questions?"

You close the notebook.

"I'm good!"

He smiles.

"Welcome aboard, Simone. Keep your nose clean and you'll be successful here. You have the looks and the temperament for it. Take care, girl."

The video goes dark and the call disconnects. You're unsure if he's just a curt asshole or if this abrupt stuff is company culture. Either way, you have a lot to think about.