You have to prove your dedication to the role by participating in an amateur night strip contest

'This is it,' you think, 'They're going to ask me to blow them. Or fuck them. Or...'

"You have to enter an amateur's night strip club competition." Andre says, derailing your thoughts entirely.

You'd been getting so worked up over the coming degradation that it seems like a let-down. Still...

"A... cuh... competition?" you ask in faltering tones.

Julie smiles re-assuringly, as opposed to the leer you see on the camera man's face. "It's not so bad, really. It's just some re-assurance for us that you can do it."

"Do it? But I'm just stripping on film!"

Andre pats the air with his hands as he says, "Now now. Think about it. At a film set there's dozens of people around. Producers..." he motions to the two thugs whose names you've already forgotten, "Cameramen..." he waves now to the broadly smiling cameraman, "assistants," he motions to Julie, who's nodding along with his words. "Me of course. But also extras, other actors, more technicians, make-up artists, script writers, lighting crew. Many many more. Dozens as I said."

You gulp, each motion of his hands making you more and more daunted by the role.

Fortunately, Troy the producer speaks just then, stiffening your faultering backbone with his disdainful words: "Nah, I don't believe she has what it takes to make it in this business if one little film like this dissuades her. Let's go with that Italian girl with the tattoo and the shaved..."

"I'll do it!" you proclaim, surprising even yourself. No soon have you said it, however, than the jitters return. "Uh, where do I do it?"

Julie answered again, a re-assuringly friendly face, as opposed to the one with the puckered lips or the broad and salivating grin.