She accepts the offer despite the... circumstances

The director gestured for me to take a seat across from him. I perched on the edge of the chair, trying not to stare at the massive erection tenting his pants. Was he always like this or did my presence turn him on?

"So Lisa," he began, taking a puff of his cigar. "You're here about the internship?"

I nodded eagerly. "Yes sir, I am. The ad mentioned free accommodation and I'm very interested in learning more about the film industry."

He chuckled. "Well, let me be frank with you. This isn't exactly Hollywood. We make adult films here. Pornography. You understand what that means?"

I met his gaze steadily. "Of course. I've watched plenty of porn myself. It doesn't bother me."

His eyebrows raised in surprise. "Is that so? Well then, perhaps you'll fit right in." He stood up and walked around to lean against the front of his desk, looming over me. "The job involves general office duties - answering phones, filing, running errands. But you'll also be exposed to...shall we say, explicit content on a daily basis. Nudity, sexual acts, that sort of thing. Does that make you uncomfortable?"

I swallowed hard but held my ground. "No sir. I can handle it."

He smiled, showing tobacco-stained teeth. "Good girl. Now, as for your living arrangements..." He pointed to a door on the far wall. "We converted a room into a small bedroom for you. Nothing fancy, just a bed and dresser. Bathroom is down the hall. Used to be my crash pad when I worked late, before I got married."

"Sounds perfect," I said quickly. Too quickly, maybe. But I was **** to escape my home life and this seemed like my best chance. Even if it meant being surrounded by porn all day long. What was the worst that could happen?