Bria hears what she wants to hear: 'shows'

"You do a lot of shows?" she asked, eyes bright. Imagine, her first day here and she was already on camera. Without looking at them she accepted the pen, though Jay kept hold of the papers and held them towards her

"We're always trying new things. It's not as big as tv shows, but it's amazing what people will pay for online. Fill out your name and personal information here," Jay said helpfully, pointing to the front page.

Bria stared down at the contract as if she'd no idea how it had gotten there. Her eyes glanced a little nervously toward the camera and the big black men surrounding her. If her father could see her now he'd have a heart attack she was sure. Her fingers quickly wrote out her particulars, rushing through it in order to get back to talking about her being a star.

"So how famous would this make me?" she asked.

"It depends on how you do. Guys in particular will love seeing a sexy blonde with big tits and no inhibitions. Sign and date it down here," he said, his pointing finger cutting off her indignant thoughts before they could become words.

Her hand moved automatically across the line, signing and initialling over and over as Jay turned the pages. There weren't too many places left with sticky notes.

"So what do we do?"

"We talk, we drive, we have a fun time," Jay said with a smile and a shrug, pointing out a few more pages. One had a list, but she barely noticed it, her eyes not taking in the words 'I consent to any of the following (cross out and initial any you object to)' "Guys love to see a beautiful girl partying."

"Oh," she looked up, signing 'I consent to all of the above' without seeing it. "So it's not acting?"

"Well it could be acting. I mean, you could act like a real bimbo if you wanted. Guys love big-titted blonde bimbos."

Bria blushed a bit, having been called that before, though mostly by other contestants. She looked down at the pages as she signed a form releasing all rights to footage', but never saw the words as she fought to master her face.

Bria was conscious that she, a little white girl was surrounded by a bunch of big black men, and the fantasies that she'd fled from when she rushed out of her apartment nagged at her mind, making her want to squirm in the leather seat.

Her voice was husky as she asked, "I bet they fantasize about seeing a big-titted blonde bimbo getting every hole banged by a bunch of black-guys."

Jay smiled his pearly white smile. "They love that the best, Bria. Last place to sign," he said, pointing to a line. When his hand dropped to her knee her eyes blurred, obscuring the words that re-iterated that she would be paid 'a variable amount to be no more than one-hundred dollars. No royalties will be owed.'

"Well then," he said, taking the pen and contract with his other hand and handing them to the front of the Hummer. "Let's get started."

Bria gulped, licked her lips and nodded eagerly, though she had no idea what they were starting.