Agreements are made, and everyone gets ready.

You walk in and close the door behind you. You see the two assistants are sitting on the bed with open laptops on their laps and the director is in a chair in the corner with an iPad. You sit down in a folding chair that looks it was set up strategically so you could see all three men without looking around too much. Lon begins speaking once you are seated.

"Ok, Simone. This was harder than I thought it would be. Every time we started writing it, the plot kept getting more elaborate. It's very hard to find a model that will even consider these sorts of scripts."

"No surprise there," you respond. "I almost talked myself into chickening out a couple of times. It's a pretty tough subject but it seems an easy one to shoot."

"Maybe not as easy as you think. We had to resist a lot of different ideas that I would have loved to try if we had time but we pared it down to a simple timeline," he hands you five sheets of paper.

You take them and read through them. A few minutes later you look up at them shaking your head.

"You weren't kidding about simple huh? I break down conveniently at the rest area. The evil man just happens to stop a few minutes later. Then he does his thing, cuffs me to a urinal and various drivers stop and do the same. In the morning a kindly janitor finds and releases me so I let him fuck my ass as a reward. Is that about what we have?"

The Asian assistant looks up from his laptop for a second. "That's it," then looks back down.

You look at Lon and shake your head.

"You hinted earlier you didn't want 'Diva Simone' playing producer so I'm not going to beat this up. I'm not sure even a porn flick should have this threadbare a plot but I'm not running the show. The last scene is garbage and I won't do it. It calls for me to be a **** victim, there's no way I'd offer sex as a reward at the end."

The director nods, "It was just a way to get the anal sequence in without it seeming out of place. We can work that in somewhere else. You're willing to do the rest though?"

"Drop the slapping me around part in the beginning too and I guess so. A guy is going to be bigger than me so it's unnecessary. It's not something I want to do on tape anyway. Yeah, I'll do the rest if you really want it run that way though."

"I'm getting the feeling you have other ideas in mind?"

"I think I have a basic idea for a plot that we can swing with what we have. How much time do we have to work with for the film?"

"About 45 minutes. I can push that five in either direction by lengthening or shortening the title and credit sequences though."

You nod, "Good because we're going to need 10-15 in the beginning for setup and five at the end to wrap up. I want to try something a bit different. Gather around!"

You smile and start discussing your idea with the guys. Ten minutes later when you have it hashed out, Lon looks down at his iPad.

"I think it's better than what we had but there are still some plot holes here."

"It's a 45-minute porn video, not Hollywood. There are coincidences and unlikely things but I don't think that kills it."

"It doesn't but I want to tighten it up with the boys a bit. Watch your phone, I'll email a copy when we finish. I don't want to waste paper printing it for everyone without an OK."

You stand, "I'm exiled back to the living room?"

He laughs, "For now."

You nod and leave the room. You head out through the front door and check out the ladies restroom. The inside looks pretty barren. The walls are made of cinderblocks mortared atop each other and covered with a thick, glossy lime green paint. There are two shower stalls behind a wall in the back, three toilet stalls on one side, and three sinks across from them in the main room. You imagine the men's room is similar but with a couple of urinals shoved somewhere. You walk out, sit at the picnic table, and think some more.

A couple of minutes later your phone beeps and you check the mail. You open the one from Lon and read the seven-page attachment. You pop off a quick email with a few minor changes and walk back towards the cabin. You finish crossing the street when get the next email with the changes. You read it on the porch and send one back with only a thumbs-up emoji. You are able to walk inside and sit back at the table before Agra walks out of the writer's room. He clears his throat.

"OK people, we have a script and a lot of work to do!"

He gathers the crew and splits them up to get props and areas ready. It's another couple of minutes before the assistants come out and start handing eight-page scripts out to all the actors. The guys read through it and start bouncing ideas off each other ignoring you over in your corner reading your copy. They seem an animated group.

The biggest one is the veteran Greg. He's a 6'2" tall white guy who looks like he spends his off-hours at the gym. He has that classic surfer look; long blonde hair, a muscular chest, and huge tree trunk sized legs. He looks in his early 30s and has an easy smile on his face.

Greg is standing with the other five discussing the script. They all look to be in their 20s and seem jovial as the joke about the filming. Off to Greg's right is John, a young black actor. He's about 5'11", has a shaved head and a deep voice. Next to John is Jorge. He's a big 5' 11" Latino guy and looks like he might live in the gym with Greg. He sports a buzz cut and deep brown eyes. Devon is the shortest of the bunch. He's a 5'6" white guy with black hair and blue eyes. Marcus is a wiry 5'10" ebony fellow with dreds and he comes across as relaxed and easy-going. Last is Pedro who stands just an inch or two taller than Devon. He looks like another gym denizen to you with big arms that appear to have seen more than a few weights over the years. He keeps his black hair at about shoulder length and hanging freely. Greg looks over in your direction.

"You good with this?"

"It's not my idea of a fun time but it works for what the film is trying to do."

"Ok. You just don't look like this type to me."

"That's what makeup and wardrobe are for," you smile back.

The guys laugh and that breaks the ice a bit.

Greg continues, "If you say so, Red. None of us are going to argue."

"I bet. Just don't get carried away. I made them pull the rougher stuff out and I'd prefer no one work any of it back in."

"Don't worry about that. I don't think we have any fans of that stuff on the staff."

Agra walks over and addresses the bunch of you.

"OK. Guys, all of you are heading out to the prop tent behind the cabin. Simone, the makeup room is over there," he points at the room next to the writer's room. "We'll all meet for the last briefing in about 20 minutes."

The men all filter out through the kitchen and you head back to the makeup room hoping this all comes off right. You're already nervous as heck about the topic but hopefully doing something this radical will get you noticed. Being noticed has to be good for job offers right? That's the idea anyway. . .