The photo shoot beckons, but some chit-chat first

"Alright, Marissa, now we need to take some pictures," the man said.

Nodding, Marissa realized she hadn't even asked his name. She knew Jenni's name, and it was the only one she cared about, but she thought she should maybe ask.

"Um, I don't think you said your name."

The man laughed, giving a grin that made him seem for once like something less than a sleazeball. "Damn, where are my manners? I'm Jake. Jake Gilby." He held out his hand and Marissa took it, surreptitiously looking towards the backroom, hoping Jenni would come out and offer to shake as well. "She's Jenni," he said in a dry voice, like he knew she was interested. She could feel a little heat suffuse her face, but pretended nonchalance.

"So, what're we doing?"

"Well, we need to show producers that you've got the body for this and that you're not stiff as cardboard. Oh, and that you're photogenic. You wouldn't believe how many gorgeous gals don't get into the business simply because the camera somehow makes them look like a horse or they can't fake an orgasm. I mean, how can a woman not know how to fake an orgasm?"

He laughed, and she laughed along with him, trying to remember when she'd last faked an orgasm. Would it be hard? Wasn't it just screaming and wiggling around? She'd been planning on real orgasms coming out of this. That and getting Jenni in bed under circumstances that would get around the curse. She sighed.

"Stage fright?"

"What? Oh, no, just, um, wondering if I can fake it well enough."

Jake winked, back to being oily as he ogled her petite body. "I'm sure you'll do fine." he glanced at her contract. "You seem to have a healthy enough appetite, based on this. I'm sure with your wealth of experiences you won't have any trouble."

Marissa opened her mouth to ask what he was talking about, but beautiful Jenni came back into the room, she naturally turned towards the large woman, forgetting Jake.

"Here," the woman said, tossing Marissa her purse. "Photocopies of relevant documents made."

"Excellent," Jake said. "We were just discussing Marissa's next step. She was worried she couldn't fake an orgasm. I told her with all the experiences she has under her belt I doubt it'll be a problem for her."

Marissa opened her mouth again to ask what he meant, but Jenni chuckled, a smoky sound that went straight to her crotch, distracting her.

"She's going to need a stage name," Jenni said.