It's too late to opt out

"Here we are!" Tony told her, cutting off her pessimistic thoughts.

Bria looked around, noting that the neighborhood was kind of trashy. Perfect for a movie about hookers, especially for a cheap hooker like her. "Great, where's the cameramen and light crew, and all the rest?" she asked.

The guys looked at each other, rolling their eyes before looking back at her again.

"We've set up some cameras that will catch the action without looking like cameras."

"Huh?" she stared.

Tony sighed like she was dumb. "Obviously," he stressed the word, "we can't have cameras in plain sight, it would ruin the immersion. We want to catch it from as many angles as we can but not have a camera smack in the middle of any of the shots."

"Oh," was all Bria could think to say, feeling a little stupid. The plan seemed kind of smart, so maybe Tony was the smart one after all. She pasted a bright smile on her face. "So where do I go?"

Tony pointed down the street to the corner and Bria inspected it critically. A lamp post (currently off) provided a perfect place for her to advertise her wares. There also happened to be an alley close to it for those trashy alley fucks that they might need, she thought with approval.

"How much do I charge?" she asked.

Vince was the one to answer as Tony looked around the street in final inspection, or so Bria thought with approval.

"You're a cheap whore and you're **** for money because you've had a string of bad luck recently. You have to make sure you don't lose a single client no matter how little they pay or how degrading or disgusting the act. Got it?"

"Um, right," Bria nodded, frowning because he hadn't answered the question. She tried to catch Tony's eye, but he was too busy looking for flaws in the set to notice the idiot beside him hadn't given her a decent answer. Sighing she pushed open the car door, realizing she'd have to wing it and hoping that the lack of instructions wouldn't blow anything.

"Bria!" Tony called out, and she whirled on the sidewalk, thinking he'd answer the question Vince evaded. "Pull out the cell phone. We'll have to hold it while you work."

"Oh," Bria blushed, glancing around quickly before reaching under her skirt to pull her cell phone from her pussy. It felt good sliding past her lips, she thought distractedly, then handed it to Vince, smirking as he grimaced at the slimy feel.

"Good luck," Tony said distractedly. "Remember to do it all in the alley. Oh, knock 'em dead."

"I will, sugah!" she cooed back, and set off with an exaggerated wiggle to her walk as she strutted her wares for anyone who might be looking. She noticed Tony start the car to reposition it but never noticed Vince slip out with a pair of cameras, both video and still.

She strutted her way to the corner after peering with approval down the filthy alley. This was incredibly authentic for the purposes of the movie. It was almost like it wasn't even a porno. It wasn't until she was at the corner that she realized she hadn't asked about condoms, but realized it was too late and the men would be clean.