A porn-film set

The room is filled with technical equipment. There are stage lights arranged around the sides of the room, currently switched off , and soundproofing attached to the walls and ceiling. Two video cameras are set on stands on each side of the room and an expensive looking camera sits on a table at the far end. In the middle of the room is a cheap film set dominated by a fake wall with a window and painted sky backdrop. In front of the fake wall is an office chair and table with a computer and a printer, and standing against it is a wardrobe.

A film set? Nathalie wonders in amazement. Well, Miss Wilson certainly liked her photography...

The voices in the corridor are getting louder, and Nathalie sees the doorhandle start to turn. Panicking, she darts into the cupboard and pulls the door shut, leaving just a small gap so that she can peer out.

She feels trapped.

Three people step into the room. The first, wearing a short grey dress and brown boots, is Miss Wilson. Her face is slightly flushed and she is talking excitedly. Coming behind her, carrying bags, are a slinky brunette in a black dress and a muscled man wearing jeans.

"...wonderful, wonderful!" Miss Wilson is saying. "I'm so glad the agency picked you both for the project. We're going to have a lot of fun working together."

The man rubs his hands with half-joking glee and the woman gives a shy smile.

"We brought the costumes. How do you want us?"

"Brilliant. Use the rooms off the hallway to get changed. Then we'll meet back here in what, thirty minutes, yes? There's a shower upstairs that you're welcome to use, and we'll do some solo shots a bit later on this evening."

A photo shoot? Nathalie thinks. But something in the demeanour of the two models tells her it's more than that.

The man and woman leave. Nathalie holds her breath, hoping for an opportunity to make an escape, but Miss Wilson remains in the room. She busies herself setting up the lights and playing with the video cameras until each has a blinking green light. Nathalie can't help but see the outline of a thong through her grey dress whenever Miss Wilson bends over.

With the lights turned on the room is very bright. Miss Wilson picks up her camera and fiddles with the focal setting. Nathalie finds herself growing increasingly uncomfortable in the cupboard but can't risk moving.

Finally, there comes a knock on the door. "We're ready!"

"Great, come in!" Says Miss Wilson.