"I only have, um..."
"A hundred and fifty minutes, we know," one of them interrupted. "Trust us, you'll be done way before then and we'll take you to the door of your appointment."
Bria looked from one to the other, uncertain. On the other hand, she had been about to do a porn shoot.
"What would I do?"
"Well, we're doing an indy piece."
"Meaning low-pay and not much exposure, but oh-so-much more credible than a big-budget thing. I mean seriously, real actresses love these things and directors eat them up."
"They do?" she blinked at them.
"Well of course. Mainstream steals from the indy films all the time. It's where they get their ideas. And you know what that means, right?" the second guy asked. Bria shook her head.
Sighing, the first one explained. "It means that all the directors and producers of the big-budget shit will watch it and see your performance."
"Oh," was all Bria could think to say, but her eyes brightened. A chance to be discovered, she realized. "What do I do?"
"Remember Pretty Woman?" the second guy asked her and she nodded. "Right. Something like that. We go out, film our actors and actresses, both of which are deep in acting mode."
"Huh?" she stared at him.
"We've picked out our set and we're going to stake it out with cameras. You pretend to be the hooker until the car stops. Our actor propositions you and you act like you're actually a hooker for him. He acts like he's actually a John."
"The best part about it is that it's totally ad-lib. You guys make it up as you go along. It's great, really shows off that you guys can think on your feet."
"But... Would I have to fuck him?" Bria asked.
They rolled their eyes. "Well duh! It's porn, and if it's good enough we could just blur things out anyway."
"I don't know," Bria said uncertainly, biting her lip.
"Look, at most it'll take, oh, a hundred and twenty minutes. You'll still have thirty left over."
Bria still looked at them uncertainly, until they glared at her. "You're not racist, are you? Is that why you're hesitating?"
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