No, call the studio and tell them you quit

You decide you really can't go through with this anymore. You may have earned some cash quickly, but you highly doubt that the blow to your dignity was worth it. You could just not show up anymore and not pick up the phone for a few days, but the last thing you need is for the studio to get concerned and call your family or anything like that. You take a deep breath, and then decide to simply call up the studio to let them know that you're quitting. After getting dressed you look up the contact info in the mail that was sent to you during your first 'audition', but quickly realize they never provided you with a phone number.

Then you suddenly remember that Hoskins called you that same evening, so his number should still be in your phone. You look through the call history and are relieved to find that he didn't use a private number. You press the call button and put the phone to your ear as you listen to the dial tone. "Hello?", a booming voice answers after a few seconds. "This is Hoskins". You needed little confirmation of his identity; his distinct voice was hard to miss.

"Uh... h-hello. It's Marlow", you say in a soft tone, identifying yourself to him. It remains quiet on the other end for a little while. "The new girl", you add, hoping that Hoskins hasn't completely forgotten about you already.

"Marlow? Oh, great! Are you coming over? We could use someone right away", Hoskins booms. You take a deep breath, deciding to just get straight to the point before he tries to talk you into doing anything else you'd just regret.

"I can't", you say, trying to think of the best way to tell him that you want to quit altogether.

"You have to", Hoskins says, completely ignoring you. "One of the actresses called in sick and we're **** for a replacement right now. We could really use your help".

"Sorry", you say, steeling yourself for whatever reaction you might get from him now that you're about to break the news. "I... I actually called to let you know that I want to quit".

"What?", Hoskins says, and he sounds confused. "Why would you want to quit?"

"Because I think it's degrading", you answer truthfully. You would prefer to get out of the porn business altogether and find a job that you're more comfortable with, even if this meant going back to being a cashier. At least the worst **** you suffered when you worked at the grocery store was of the verbal kind, and you never had to put up with any physical **** like you did yesterday.

There is silence on the other end of the phone for a bit, then Hoskins speaks up again. "We can talk about this in person, if you'd like", he says.