Bria makes friends with Mad Dawg

Bria sat in the chair and waited for Rock to enter the room as Mad Dawg sat only a few feet away from her, checking out her body constantly. His eyes seemed to dart between her milky white breasts to her shaved slit. Nervously, Bria tried to make conversation and pull his attention to her face. "So why do they call you Mad Dawg?"

"I don't know the reason," Mad Dawg replied, his eyes still focused on her pink pussy. "Probly had somethin to do wit how I was a crazy little boy. Used to run around and get in fights, but not no more."

Bria nodded. "It's good to know you put that behind you."

"Yep. Rock turned my life around, got me out of ****, gave me a job," he said. "I see you shakin, honey. You nervous?" Bria then noticed that her leg was shaking rapidly.

"Just a little. I'm not used to this," Bria replied sheepishly. Mad Dawg leaned forward and placed his large black hand on her pale white thigh.

"Don't worry about nothin. I'm here for ya."

Bria nodded and smiled politely, but Mad Dawg didn't move his hand. Instead, he began to rub her thigh, his hand creeping toward her pussy.

The door burst open and Rock walked in. "I see you two are getting along fine," he said as he closed the door. Mad Dawg took his hand off Bria's thigh.

"Oh, yessir, me and Bria here are gettin to be good friends," Mad Dawg said.

"That's good to hear," Rock said. "Mad Dawg, they want you in wardrobe out there. Bria will be along in just a few minutes after I interview her."

Mad Dawg nodded and left the room.

Bria watched the man leave. "Wardrobe? Why does he need a wardrobe?"

Rock laughed. "I'm sorry, saying he was my aide was somewhat of a lie. He's a male model. He'll be doing the shoot with you."

"Him?" Bria asked skeptically.

"Yes, he's one of our very best," Rock said. "I picked the absolute best for you. I really think you have a chance to be a star. But first, a few questions. State your full name."

"Bria Jeurgen."

"Age?" "18."

"Hometown?" "Norville, Minnesota."

"Favorite sexual position?" This one struck Bria as odd. "Excuse me?" she asked.

"Favorite sexual position," Rock repeated. "You know, when you're having sex, what position turns you on the most?"

"Oh gosh, I don't know," Bria said. "I've only had sex a few times..."

"I'll put you down for no preference," Rock said. "Have you ever been with a black man?"

"Been with?" Bria said, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, sexually. Have you ever had sex with a black man?"

Bria laughed. "Oh, of course not!"

Rock looked sternly at her and then smiled. "Okay, then, perfect. That's it." Rock stood up and opened the door. "Head out onto the set. Wardrobe is waiting for you."

Bria rose and walked out of the room with Rock close behind her.