Morning time, meeting time.

You wake early to get ready for your noon conference. Lots to do and limited time to do it in as you head to the bathroom for a quick shower. You're in and out quickly and dry off. Then pull on a crimson, red thong and a tight pair of jean shorts. You top it with a dark blue half shirt and smile at the mirror. Showing off your tight tummy seems a pretty good idea for a conference like this. I mean, you have no idea where it's going to lead. A few good jobs and you might be able to get your bills under control. Then you pull out your makeup case.

There's an art to makeup and thankfully guys are totally lost about it. You pull out your brushes and get to work. The key to a 'no makeup, makeup job' is to go light and use the product to enhance your lines while shading less favorable things. Men enjoy thinking they like women with no makeup on. The problem is they can only really tell if a girl cakes it on stripper style, be careful with it and they think you glow like this naturally. "Silly men," you giggle as you finish the last of it.

Then you start on your hair. You play with it for a bit, trying several different things. Deciding you have no idea what these particular men would be into, you shrug and pull it back into a short pony. It kinda fits the "I just threw this all together vibe" you're working on this morning. Too bad throwing it all together takes so long in reality.

You walk into the kitchen, chop up some fruit for a light snack, and hit the desk. Time for some adulting, you frown as you turn the Chromebook on and pull up your browser. You start by logging into the university 'Chalkboard' class site and dash off a quick email to your theater professor to apologize for missing the afternoon class. It's the one you tend to go out of your way to make so you doubt he'll give you grief. If he does, you'll just wear tighter clothes in the next couple of classes. He isn't the grabby type but everyone knows he likes to look.

Then you dash a text off to Kat. You know she'd love your shift tonight, Friday evening is the best night for tips. So you propose a swap of her Monday night for your Friday night. Hopefully, soon you'll be able to leave her all the shifts but for now, gotta keep those options open. You put the phone on the edge of the desk as you pop back on the computer to pay some bills. Three grand and an hour later, you breathe a bit easier knowing you put off the collectors for another month.

Grabbing the black case out of the desk, you open the pink terminal. You use it to pull the email up and read the camera instructions. Impressed that it'll hold a four-hour charge, you plug it up to your laptop and let it fill the batteries. Noting the time, you grab your breakfast and sit on the loveseat. With three hours to kill, you veg in front of the TV watching a bunch of home reno shows. Kat texts back an enthusiastic acceptance of the swap as is and you reply with a few heart emojis. It's nice to have a rapport like that. You smile and watch hoping for time to fly.

At 11:00 am you get up and clean up the living room, paying special attention to the area behind the desk. You plan to set the new camera up soon and have no idea how wide the lens is so cleaning the whole room made sense. At 11:30 you pile a bunch of books on the back right corner of the desk and put the camera atop it. The Bluetooth connection between the laptop and the camera takes a couple of minutes but it's finally a go. You pull up the video editor you use to play with your Tik Tok videos and are kinda surprised at the picture. You feel you could literally count the pores on your nose. You aren't sure how much you like that but take time to adjust the camera to catch you from about mid-breast up.

You go grab a green juice from the fridge, sit down, and start the login process. It takes another five minutes to sign in with both factors and you see a new email with a link to the conference site. SeeYouLive isn't a program you're used to but it's their dime, so you log into it with your creds and watch it automatically go full screen. You appear to be the only person in the conference room, which makes sense since you are about ten minutes early. So you sip on your drink and wait.

Slowly you see video windows open up as little squares across the bottom of the display as people joined the meeting. When noon rolls around you have been joined by four women and one male. The male appears to be a white guy in his mid-50s wearing a button-up white shirt, the four ladies are two black women, one Asian and one white girl. Outside the man, no one appears dressed up which makes you feel better. Obviously, all of you had the idea casual was best.

The man greets you all, welcomes you to FireBox Holdings, introduces himself as VP of Sales, and spends the first ten minutes explaining the company history. Seems it started in Omaha in the '50s when a traveling salesman noticed a lot of turnover due to the local PD cracking down on street girls. Some of the guys lost their jobs after being arrested and others transferred or quit because they didn't like being away from their families (and sex with the wife) for weeks on end. So he started an escort service and the business took off from there. They moved into video in the late '90s and haven't looked back. You take a couple of notes since you've worked at places that seem to expect you to remember all this boring history stuff but kinda hope they aren't that type. You really don't care about the history lesson, the cash is the same if it's new or old.

The man then takes a moment to explain that each of you would be passed on to someone in Model Services for a one on one sales pitch and info session. All of you have unique career paths and they need to be individually addressed he claims. You stifle a yawn and think this guy spent way too much time in HR. He then takes a few questions from the other girls. They ask pretty silly questions. Who cares what the name of the first escort was or about the second expansion city? These girls are trying way too hard to make a good first impression you figure. You take another sip of your drink and play with your ponytail until he finishes.

Another ten minutes later after fielding all the questions, he thanks you all for listening and tells you to wait for the conference call from your agent. Everyone wishes him a good day in bubbly voices as all the video windows disappear from the screen and you see a waiting for connection info box pop up. You get another drink and sit back down, you end up fidgeting for about five minutes.

You see a window pop up with a live video of a bald white man in his 40's in the lower right corner. He's wearing a tight black stretch tee and a pair of glasses. His barrel chest tells you he's probably a workout junkie. The man looks at you as he begins to share his screen. It looks like the login section of the company webpage.

"Afternoon Ms. Stewart. My name is Walker Kuhn and I'm your agent. I'll be your go-between anytime you have questions, issues with the company, or general problems that need ironing out. This chat could take a while. I have to explain a lot of stuff, ask a lot of personal questions, and likely answer a lot as well. I'm not sure you were prepared to give up a few hours though so if you would like to reschedule for later this afternoon, I can be flexible."

You consider that for a moment. Some time to throw lunch together might be nice but knowing if the weekend is going to be free would be helpful for planning purposes. The three grand left from the earlier shoot is really burning a hole in your pocket and you really feel like shopping now.

Decisions, decisions. . .