Make up an excuse to leave

You tell Jacob that it was nice seeing him but that you really have somewhere to be. You're not sure if he believes you, but you don't really care. What you're up to is really none of his business. You part ways, and you head towards the nearest bus stop. The bus arrives shortly afterwards and you step inside to take a seat. During the ride your thoughts keep wandering, imagining yourself as a porn star. It's an entertaining thought, but from your encounter with Jacob you also realize that you would outright die of shame if anyone you knew would ever find out. Furthermore, you can't wait to get home and take a shower; you feel like Red's ejaculate soaking your panties is stinking up the whole bus.

Once back at your apartment you hurry up the stairway and put your key in the lock. You hear footsteps on the stairway above you, and your heart skips a beat as you see your landlord descending them. You've been avoiding him for the last week or two, and although you now have a little money to pay him with you still don't feel like being lectured on your late rent right now.

"Marlow!", you hear your landlord call out to you, but you've already swung the door to your apartment open and quickly step inside. You slam the door shut behind you, leaning against it a short while to listen if the landlord will ring the doorbell. Nothing happens however, and after a moment you consider yourself home free.

You breathe a sigh of relief as you put your bag on the kitchen counter. You then pull your shirt over your head, starting to undress and really ready for that shower now. Just as you're naked and ready to step into the bathroom you are interrupted by a buzzing sound. You step back to reach into your bag in order to retrieve your mobile phone. It's just as you thought: someone is calling you.

You look at the screen to see if there is a caller ID, but the number shown is unknown to you. You hover your thumb over the screen for a few seconds, hesitating. It rings another few times before you finally accept the call. "Hello?", you ask cautiously as you put the phone to your ear.

"Hello! This is Andrew Hoskins from Softsilk Studios", you hear a booming voice introduce himself. "Am I speaking to Marlow?"

Your heart skips a beat. You weren't even sure if you expected them to actually call you back. "Uh", you answer, still unsure what you're going to tell him.

Before you can even do so much as confirm your identity he continues speaking in his loud, imposing voice. "We would like to schedule a second audition for you, Marlow. Tomorrow, in fact!". You remain silent, still unsure how to respond. Do you even want a second audition? And do you have to decide on that right now?

You spent a few seconds in silence before realizing that you're being awfully quiet. "W-what time and where?", you ask in a wavering voice before you can truly think it through.

"At the studio, same place as before. 3 PM. See you then.", is the reply.

Before you can say anything else he has hung up on you. You stare at the wall in silence, your phone still at your ear. Then you drop it on the floor.

Later, while taking a hot shower and washing the last of Red's seed out from your vagina you start to seriously think it over.