She isn't going to lose her chance to their other recruits

"Well... I guess that's okay. I mean, safety first," she said reluctantly, impatient for her big break and a little uneasy at having someone poking and prodding her.

"Alright then. Jamal, Tyrone, Deion, you follow us."

"Sure thing, Mal," Jamal said, hoisting his camera.

"Wait, what's with the cameras?" Bria asked, realizing they each had one. "I mean, they can't film me at a doctor's."

"Bria," Mal said, hopping out of the Hummer. "It's a making-of video. I mean, we think this is gonna be huge. The idea's never been done before. You know how Michael Jackson revolutionized videos? We're gonna do the same. You coming?"

Bria looked from Mal to the three guys with cameras, eying them uncertainly before the lure of stardom made her nod with some ****. She clambered from the vehicle, her revealing dress inadvertantly showing the camera that she had on no underwear.

"Excellent choice, Bria. I really do think you'll be the one."

"The one? You mean there are others?" she asked with alarm, trotting to keep up with Mal's long strides. Her rush made her skirt slide up, the bottom of her ass cheeks coming into view, and the dangling flaps of her labia on view in the space between her legs. That combined with the stairs leading up the lawn to the short building gave the cameras an excellent, if unintended, view.

"There's several. Half a dozen when I last checked in. They want the best, remember. You've terrific tits, and that ass looks pretty damn toned. I think the biggest point in your favor is that you look white."

Bria gave him a funny look at that remark, not understanding, but Mal was steering her into a side-door by that same ass he'd just mentioned, his fingers inching the skirt up a little more.

"Wh... what do you mean 'look white'?"Bria asked, trying to ignore the hand.

"All these California girls soak up the sun, get a deep tan, and they end up looking bronze and brown. We want a girl that looks white. You know, pale skin. Like yours."

"Oh," Bria said, not realizing she was so different from the girls around here. Did that mean she should avoid getting a tan? Would that help her to stand out from the rest? Aside from her obvious beauty, that is.

"Hey Sharona, the doctor ready for another one?" Mal asked, stopping at a counter to address a big black woman in a white uniform.

Bria couldn't help the slight sneer as she assessed the woman like she were competition. A big, wide nose, short tightly curled hair that wasn't very flattering, in her forties at least, and rather dumpy. Of course she couldn't know that the woman was also making a whole lot more money than she was, but Bria's sense of a person's worth didn't extend to their knowledge or wealth unless they were a man and those things could help her.

Sharona smiled at Mal, gave Bria one dismissive glance and pulled out a clipboard.

"He'll be ready in a moment. Please fill this out if you can," the woman said to Bria with a small smirk of her own.

Bria's eyes narrowed as she snatched the proferred clipboard and pen. "Thank you," she said sweetly, and scanned the sheet. It didn't look like much, just a bunch of questions about herself. Name, address, medical history, she filled it all in quickly while Mal chatted up the nurse and the other boys filmed her. She made sure to stick out her ass, toss her hair, and even stretched her arms up and backwards at one point to give them a show.

One of the cameramen crouched, unnoticed by her, and took a close-up of her bare pussy. Between the way Mal had lifted her skirt, the way she spread her long legs, and the natural gap between her fit thighs, the camera had a terrific view of her rosebud and thick lips.

Just as Bria finished and handed back the forms Sharona glanced at her computer and announced, "Doctor Williams is ready for you."

One of the boys held open a glass paned door for Bria, and Mal, with his hand still comfortable upon her firm buttocks, guided her through and to another door.