Improvise

"Hey Jamie, just wanted to let you know I talked to Mia. She's confirmed for tomorrow night's gloryhole shoot. Also, I have an idea that could double our production output. I've got a friend who'd be perfect for a second gloryhole scene. Not much to look at, but he's got a massive cock that would look amazing on camera. Since this whole DVD situation is your mess to clean up, having two scenes shot in one night would really help our production schedule. What do you think?"

You hit send and wait, watching the three dots appear almost immediately. Jamie's response comes through faster than expected.

"You talked to Mia already? I thought we agreed I'd approach her first."

You quickly type back: "She seemed excited about the opportunity. I figured we shouldn't waste time given our deadline."

Another pause, then: "Fine. Whatever. About your friend though... I'm not sure. Who is he? Has he done this before?"

"His name's Derek," you lie, not actually having anyone in mind yet but figuring you can find someone willing. "He hasn't done professional stuff, but he's... experienced. Trust me, his equipment is the star attraction. Perfect for a gloryhole scene where his face won't even be visible."

The response takes longer this time. You can almost feel Jamie's hesitation through the phone.

"Look, Tyler, I know I fucked up with the DVDs, but I'm not sure about bringing in some random guy you know. Mia's different - I know her."

You sense her wavering. Time to push a little harder.

"Jamie, we need fifty DVDs' worth of content in two weeks. That's a lot of fucking and sucking. If we don't make this happen, we're both out of a job, and it was your mistake that put us here. My friend is discreet, hung like a horse, and willing to work for cheap. It's just business."

Another long pause. You wonder if you pushed too hard, but then your phone buzzes.

"Fine. But I meet him first. And I want to see what we're working with before committing. Have him send a pic. And I'm serious, Tyler - if this goes sideways, it's on you."

You smile to yourself, typing quickly: "No problem. I'll set it up. Trust me, you won't be disappointed. His cock is thick enough that your hands won't meet when you wrap them around it."

Jamie's response is immediate: "Jesus, Tyler. Save the dirty talk for the camera. Just send me the pic when you get it. And make sure he knows what he's signing up for - a gloryhole scene, no face on camera, signed release forms."

You confirm all her conditions, already scrolling through your contacts, considering who might be willing to take part. You settle on messaging a few prospects from your college days who were always bragging about their size.

Within twenty minutes, you've secured interest from two possible candidates and forwarded their photos to Jamie. Her response makes you grin.

"Holy shit. The second one. Book him. Tell him cash payment after the shoot. And Tyler? Maybe I misjudged you. You might actually save our asses with this production schedule of yours."

You feel a surge of satisfaction, having successfully manipulated the situation to your advantage. Now you've got two performers lined up for tomorrow night, doubling your content production, and Jamie is looking at you with newfound respect. The power dynamic between you has subtly shifted - she may be the owner's kid, but you're quickly establishing yourself as the one running this operation.

"Consider it done," you text back. "Tomorrow night, 9 PM. We'll set up both booths for simultaneous shooting. Think we should film some behind-the-scenes footage too? Could make for good bonus material."

"Now you're thinking like a producer," Jamie replies. "Yes to the behind-the-scenes. Mia will need some convincing on that, but I'll handle her. You just make sure your friend shows up with that monster cock ready to perform."

You set your phone down, feeling a curious mixture of pride and nervousness. You've committed to delivering something you're not entirely sure you can, but the thrill of taking control is intoxicating. Tomorrow night could either cement your new position of authority or blow up in your face spectacularly.