She decides to go for it

She'd do anything to be on film.

Barely hearing Sarah's muttered 'slut' Bria popped out of the car eagerly. Sarah barely waited for the door to close before peeling out of there, the sound of her tires making the guy with the camera turn.

"Hey, come for the party?" he asked, looking her up and down in a frankly assessing manner.

Bria nodded, used to the look. "I heard there's cameras?" she said.

Grinning he looked more intently at her boobs. "Yeah, we've got cameras all over. Can't get enough cameras to catch everything to make a usable film later. I'm Jim, by the way."

"So, um, what's the story?" she asked, meaning plot, completely ignoring his offered name and the hand he proffered for a handshake.

"Typical college party, you know. Music, dancing, making out. Lots of fluff material, really. We film it, see what we can use." he told her with a scowl, deliberately not telling her what she wanted to know. "Want to be in it?"

"It's going to be in a film?"

"Hell yeah! If you're lucky you might even be seen in the main action."

Bria's eyes lit up, telling the cameraman all he needed to know. He had a camwhore in front of him. Exactly what they were looking for, especially with her smoking hot body and gorgeous beauty contestant looks.

"I'll do it."

"Great," he said, popping the front door so he could put the camera on the seat and grab a clipboard. "Just sign the contract and waiver."

"Contract?"

"Yeah, it says we can you and the footage of you any way we want. Plus an insurance waiver and a consent form that says we're not responsible for anything that happens. Typical stuff. All movies have them."

Bria snatched the clipboard, flipping through it without reading, intent only on finding the places she needed to sign on all the separate forms.

He smiled meanly as she handed it back to him. The stupid cunt hadn't even filled in the amounts she'd expect to be paid for used footage, or restricted how it could be used. Hell, she hadn't read any of the 'options' that would make her legally bound to do any and all sequels and spin-offs they'd want. An open-ended contract in his biz was strictly forbidden by all reputable agents. Hell, even the sleazy ones were ****. But what the hell, he wasn't going to tell this bitch.

"You need to check and initial here," he said, folding back a page and she took back the pen to check and initial the box. He flipped to another page and she did the same.

"Great. Now here's your copy," he said, taking half the sheets and dropping them into a brown envelope.

"So now I can go in and get filmed?" Bria asked, putting the envelope carelessly atop a mailbox. Only Jim noticed it slide off the other side and into a trash bin. Another nail in her coffin, he smirked. Without a copy of the contract she couldn't object. And his camera caught it sliding off so they could legally say that they'd given it to her but she chose to throw it away.

"Sure can. Just act like another partier at a really hot party. Be sure to have some of the beers at the entrance to loosen up a bit. You know, make your performance more natural."

Barely acknowledging him she turned, wriggling her hips as she ascended the steps, knowing that he must surely be oggling her deluctable derriere. She let her skirt rise up to the bottoms of her athletic bum cheeks, never noticing that his camera was already on.

"Stupid cunt," Jim muttered.