Take her into the office

I gesture toward my office door and follow Meg inside. Once we are alone, behind closed doors, I turn to her and ask, “OK... What is it you wanted to discuss?”

Meg seems somewhat conflicted about what — or whether — to speak. Finally, she seems to work up the courage and says, “I’m just going to put it out there.... This contest is really important to me, Mr. — I mean, Jeremy.”

I nod. “I understand. We’ve put a lot of work into it, and a lot of us have a lot riding on it.”

“But it’s more than that,” she interjects. “I’ve talked to some of the other contestants, and they’re just doing this as a hoot. They all seem to have backup plans, and if they win, it’s icing on the cake, but if they don’t, they still have their lives planned out for them. For me, this is REALLY important; I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t get a chance to make it big in the industry.”

I nod again and look her over, trying to remember the details from her dossier. She is from a fairly-small town in the Midwest. She is pretty hot, for sure, but certainly not the biggest knock-out seeking to make it big in adult entertainment. I made the decision to approve her as a contestant because there was a certain level of desperation in the tone of her application and interviews that was compelling and held the potential for some interesting drama. As the sole provider for her elderly parents, she did, indeed, have a lot riding on being a success. With dark, curly hair and medium-sized breasts, she looks the part of a college athlete. I’d certainly give her a secondary part in any run-of-the-mill production, but for her to make it big in this business, she’d have to have some other quality that would really make her stand out. Since she doesn’t have it, physically, she’d have to make up for it with her personality or by really excelling in some of our kinkier stuff.

“I understand, Meg, and I’m sure you’ll give it your best. I’ll be really happy for you if you win.”

I’m already growing bored with this conversation, so I start to head toward the door. Meg steps in my way, with a look of fierce determination in her eyes. “I’m not sure you understand, Jeremy. I’m really to do ANYTHING to win this fucker.”

The intensity of her words and her expression stop me in my tracks. I consider just what her words might mean.