Sit and talk

You walk across the room and sit in the green chair in the back corner. He sits on the side of the desk and looks back at you, an admiring smile on his face.

"Ok, babe," he opens. "You've read the disclosure and signed the forms. Are you ready for the initial shoot?"

You straighten your skirt a bit and offer an embarrassed smile.

"Yeah, about that form. . ."

He laughs, "Yeah, the last two girls couldn't make hide nor hair of it either. They signed because that's the only way to get paid. They really need to offer a TLDR version for non-law students. I assume I need to go over the major points."

"Yes please!" You offer him your best innocent smile.

"In a nutshell, you agree to do the initial photo shoot for $500. It's a 30m session where you let me take pictures of you more or less in your underwear. I should also mention there are cameras all over this room and they'll pull that footage too. Then I send it off via an encrypted stream and we wait a bit. If the bosses like what they see, we do a video interview and what comes next is decided there."

"Brett? I have two questions," you reply.

"Ok, Shoot," he crosses his arms and continues to look you up and down. By the look on his face and tent in his slacks, you'd guess he's pretty interested in getting you out of your clothes.

"K. All I need to do is that first set of pictures for the cash right?"

He laughs, "That's it. There's a lot more money in later sessions if everyone comes to an agreement but the $500 is just for that."

"Yeah and the underwear part? I ummmm didn't actually wear a bra."

Brett shook his head. "I can't help you there sweetie. I don't wear one myself to lend you. The folks in charge aren't going to mind you topless but there's no extra pay involved. You'll have to lose the top though for the shoot. You can still leave, you just don't make anything and you get put on our blacklist. Your choice."

You think about it for a moment. $500 for 30 minutes of pictures is a crazy amount of dough but topless pictures floating around the internet would suck.

Decisions, decisions. . .