Nothing Ventured Studios IC RP

Henry Franks had left the Furry PornNet studios with a sense that something needed to change. He'd spent only a couple of years in the studio as a star, and a year or so before that as a graphic design artist. He'd left the job thinking that the industry of pornography was missing something important. It wasn't until he met up with a couple of his costars from the old studio, and a few friends of theirs, that he realized that he'd figured out what it was.

He'd approached several girls who he knew were big names in the industry with his idea. A couple of them had signed on, and several more had decided to become investors. So it was that he bought an old warehouse, and started converting it into a studio. The camera equipment was easy enough to get. The permits were too, with contacts like Dawn, Sasha, and such. They'd not bothered with a sign. Instead, they'd painted something he'd designed on the side of the building, at Sasha's insistence. As the girl who'd discovered his...talents, as she put it, she'd had a great deal of influence over the decision. The oddly endowed human trusted the racked, stacked bunny girl a lot. Which was why he was sitting behind a desk, reading through files of potential actors and actresses, sighing.

They'd made HIM the boss. Not a task he was enjoying at the moment, as he closed one folder and opened another, grumbling something about 'damned paperwork'.

Jayden glanced at the small business card in his hand one last time, before his eyes traveled to the warehouse. It looked like something one would go to for a shipping or receiving position as a job, not for a porno. The truth of the matter, was that he had expected a bit more then what he found himself looking at... and yet as he confirmed the address, he shoved the card into the rumpled jeans that he was wearing.

" Fuck you Jenette." He growled... the woman had told him his only shot was here... and though he knew the kind of work he'd be doing... he had honestly hoped for at least a large house, not... this. He closed his eyes a moment, and rounding up the courage he moved into the building... his hand turning the doorknob.

" No turning back now." He mused as he stepped inside, his gorgeously golden fur lining his bare chest that was a contrasted white... he looked around with his dark brown eyes though, wondering if there was a meeting room, a big door that would say boss, or if there was a secretary that could give him a hint really, of what the FUCK he was supposed to do here... because, well he had no clue.

The heavy bass shook the crowded dance floor, strobe lights flickered like butterfly wings and beads of sweat added moisture to the steamy air of Dawn’s favourite club. Dawn herself was sitting on a leather chair in an area corded off from the regular patrons. In her hand she held a large green cocktail she was sipping from causally while listening to the mumbled conversation flowing around her and watching the dancing.

It was another after party celebrating the end of a shoot. Dawn had been to so many now that they had long lost their excitement but this one was different, she wasn’t the star. Normally Dawn would have been the life of the party, the centre of it all, she was digital bedroom after all, and the star the company was built on. But this time she was only second billing. The top credit had gone to a young bunny named Jenna.

Dawn stared across the room to where the blonde bunny Jenna sat surrounded by cast and crew, ‘that used to be me’ she thought, morbidly. The fame and popularity that came with stardom was all she had come to care about in life and a bitchy anger flared up in her as she watched the adulation being poured upon the rabbit.

Leaving her drink unfinished Dawn popped a pill in her mouth and left the alcove for the dance floor. Immediately men came to dance with her and she smiled inside, it was reassuring. She was done with Digital Bedroom, finished. With the money she had made from a decade in the business Dawn had part funded a new company, Nothing Ventured Studios. A handsome black man grabbed Dawn’s tail and she pulled him in for a kiss as the music washed over her.

Tonight she would dance. Tomorrow she would see what her money had bought her…

An after movie party was going on in another side of town, so why was Fry sitting at home? For one, the music was way too loud and even though it was good and had the right beats, the decibel level would only cause him to wake up the following morning with a headache. That and the large amount of drinking that he couldn't handle and the large abundance of women around that made him turn beat red when they stripped in front of him and walked off with some big furry guy.

So with a sigh, he resigned himself to a night of sitting at home and writing another story on it. It's not that he didn't enjoy writing porn, it just came naturally. Characters just went together in his head, and the populous liked them. It wasn't just about the sex, though two good and well written characters went together in a way that made his movies sell.

And during their filming, he was not around inside the studios as much as one would think. He wrote the scenes, the scripts, imagined in his head...but when it came to watching two people go at it right in front of him, he would literally mew in discomfort and attempt to let them be at it. It was a strange contrast, but his skills were far too great an asset for the company to pass him up.

A sip from his glass filled with some cola and a push from his glasses and he had finished another short story. He'd deliver it tomorrow, a chance meeting between a crashed human, to be saved and loved by a bunny girl. Maybe it would turn into a good movie later...

Rose-Marie Wynter...The Long Stemmed Rose

QUESTION: What do you get if you cross a cat and a rabbit?
ANSWER: Pussy that keeps going, and going, and going...

You would also get Rose-Marie Wynter, a girl born to a feline mother and a rabbit father, and who hated that joke the first time she heard it and every one of the hundreds of times since. Just as bad as the jokes was the nickname 'Thorny Rose' that had been inflicted on her in middle school on through high school, partly as a play on the word horny, partly because she herself had a prickly nature. True, she was stand-offish and even plain bitchy at times, but that was because of how people had treated her.

The other nickname she had picked up, this one in her sophomore year, was The Long Stemmed Rose. That one she did like and wore proudly, because it began with her impressively long legs. Standing five feet, four inches tall, her legs were a good portion of that height, slender most of the way up, ending in pleasently fuller thighs and wide, curvy hips. Around back, her butt was round and maybe a tad bigger than she would have liked it to be. Her waist was small by comparison, twenty-two inches around, and lead up to a very full, perky chest. Rose had developed early and developed fast, struggling under the weight of forty double-d breasts at fourteen and a half. She was as proud of that attribute as she was of her legs and her long, fire red hair, but disliked the looks they caused her to get. Lastly there were her ears which had a cat-like look, but were elongated by her father's side, and her eyes which were almost glowing violet hued, striking and fierce against the muted jade green of her fur.

After high school she had set out on her own, leaving her Georgia home with nothing but a few boxes, a third hand Bug with two wheels in the grave, and her drawling accent. She roomed with a human woman in her college dorm, who thankfully was too occupied in her social life to bother talking to Rose unless it was unavoidable, a situation that suited Rose just fine. Most of her classes were in the various aspects of film and theatre, but it was acting that she had her sights set on. Sadly, her shy, introverted nature kept her from following through on auditions, and she couldn't project her voice enough to land roles in school productions.

Now here it was, the afternoon of her twenty first birthday, and she had steeled her nerves to finally try for her dream. She had come upon an ad for Nothing Ventured Studios days prior, and felt it was an omen. Skimming the ad, she saw that they were requesting resumes from prospective actors and actresses. However, the studio was local, surprisingly close...walking distance in fact...and that had to be a sign too. Rather than kill herself in the anxiety of waiting for a reply to a resume being sent in, she would go in person. Fortune favors the bold, and like the ad said; Nothing Ventured...

She stepped inside and looked around until she spotted a man who looked like he might be in charge...Henry Franks, though she didn't know that yet...and approached him nervously. She had dressed in a simple white blouse with three buttons at the top which never managed to close for her, a black skirt down to her knees, and black leather boots with clicking two inch heels. Due to the openness of her blouse, someone trying to sneak a look would be able to spot a small hint of lace that matched the color of her hair.

"Umm, excuse me; Ah had heard ya were lookin' for actresses here at the studio, and thought..." She lowered her eyes, avoiding eye contact. "Ah...Ah hope Ah'm not botherin' ya, just showin' up, but...Ah was hopin' to audition, if ya have somethin' that might be right for me."

Henry was stressed, no doubt about it. Running a studio was far more work than either of his previous jobs in one. When a soft, hesitant southern drawl spoke, he almost roared out in rage. Almost. When he looked up, he was surprised to find a young woman with striking green fur, and ears unlike anything he'd ever seen. He tilted his head, studying her for a moment, the folder in his hand dropping to the desk.

It was a few moments before he actually said anything in response to her request for a job. The first thing to come out of his mouth was a bit silly, though. "Did I miss a memo? When did Ryo-ohki become green and busty?"

Then he growled at himself, and shook his head. "Ah, sorry. Stress from the new job must be getting to me. Come in, come in, have a seat, miss...ah..." He said, inquiring as to her name.

Jayden heard the sound of a door opening... his keen wolven senses picking it up, and so he headed in that direction. He found the place wasn't nearly as bad as he had thought it would be. He could see camera equipment at least, so he knew he was in the right place, though he still had some serious doubts about a porn studio in a warehouse. To him, it really had a 'seedy' feeling to it, and not the kind he really found he liked.

Yet as he saw the door open... he himself found his head tilting in curiosity at the look of the young woman whom was standing in the doorway... he moved though and nodded politely to the 'big boss', before he found a seat and sat down. He'd wait his turn of course, but Jayden had to admit the green furred one that was in the doorway caught his attention!

He had his resume in order, along with the reference from Jeanette.... the woman an older aquaintance of Henry's... Jayden had tried for a part, and though he had failed, after she had 'sampled his talents', she had sent him here... to try and get even a role as a porn star!

"Did I miss a memo? When did Ryo-ohki become green and busty?"

Rose was stunned by that remark, light as the tone behind it may have been. Okay, yes, she did in fact have a pair that could trump a full house, but did she have to hear about it every-damn-where she went? And right out, first thing this man said to her no less! She was ready to lash out, or to just turn on her heel and leave, when the man seemed to chastise himself and moved on. It helped ease her short fuse a little...she couldn't blame him noticing, she knew, that was just something men would always do.

"Ah, sorry. Stress from the new job must be getting to me. Come in, come in, have a seat, miss...ah..."

"Miss Wynter. Rose-Mahrie Wynter. And Ah am sorry, just showin' up uninvited, but...when Ah saw yer ad, and the name of yer studio, Ah thought Ah best take the chance." The right side of her mouth turned up in a shy, akward smile. "Though, Ah just realized, Ah didn't even notice what the project was gonna be, so Ah didn't really come prepared with a monolouge or nothin'. If ya got a script handy, maybe Ah could look it over a few minutes, prepare mahself, and let you handle some other business first?"

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Elizabeth Hurried along the hallway,her arms laden with folders and applications,she mumbled under her breath at things still being so disorganised here. She mentally tried to go over her list of things for the CEO..she had went to post office,put ad in newspaper,placed a new order for strobe lights. SHe sighed as she saw several people in the waiting area and the door to Henry's off ice closed. He had already started his interviews,she groaned and pushed her glasses back up on her pert mouse nose.

She was a mouse furry,her 5 foot body clothed in a sharp,yet prim business outfit. Her blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun at the nape of her neck. She was well proportioned and blushed when anyone made comments about her looks. She shied away from looking half way decent. Preferring to be a nobody and do her job.She Moved past Henry's office and into a small reception area,sliding behind the counter she dropped the folders on top the counter. She sighed as she lifted a rough copy video that a prospect actress had sent in submission. She wished hse had the nerve to be as bold as some of these girls,but she wasnt. She had began to work for Sasha right out of highschool,but the last year or so had changed her once friend.

Elizabeth had left with Henry and came here,to be the all around gofer again. SHe jumped when the phone rang loudly.She grabbed the receiver and cleared her throat,it was soft yet firm when she spoke."Nothing Ventured Studios..Elizabeth speaking. How may I help you?"she said into the phone without thinking.She looked around the reception area as the voice on the other end confirmed several equipment orders for the next shoot,she almost growled when one main piece would not be ready. SHe ended the call and stood up. Knowing Henry would not be happy that the wide angle camera would be 2 days later than arranged.

She knocked softly on Henry's door and pushed it open. "Excuse me,Mr. Franks...I..Have word on that camera for you."She spoke shyly walking quickly to his desk and handing him the note she had written about the delay. She turned on her heel and gave the newest prospect a quick nod and once more left the room,shutting the door softly behind her as she left.

"Get up gawd damnit," Parfait said jabbing the mound of blankets that Geeku was hiding under. "We're gonna be late!" The sabertooth tigress started to dig through the blankets looking for her roommate, tossing them off the end of the bed.

Geeku and Parfait had worked at PornNet studios for a few years. Geeku had made a niche for herself as a scaley porn star in a furry loving world. The work had been steady and good and she'd been paid well but with how her niche was percieved by the studio and most of the industry she never really got anywhere. Her employers and directors had all treated her as if she should be happy to have a job and they felt free to ignore her and treat her as just a piece of meat, more so than usual in the industry. She'd put up with it in the beginning, taking their word for it on her market and being new. As time had gone on though she'd learned more about her fan base and the industry and become more and more dissatisfied with her situation. When Henry had made known that he was leaving she'd approached him about leaving as well. She didn't have any real money to offer for the start up but she'd been willing to work for a percentage rather than a regular paycheck hoping that would show her commitment to making it work.

This morning though her roommate was having a hell of a time getting her out of bed which was normal. Parfait had even cranked the heater in the room up to max and raised it to a sweltering temperature, by her estimation. As a scaley Geeku wasn't a pure reptile in the traditional sense and didn't absolutely have to have the heater but it made her more comfortable. With a deep growl Parfait grabbed the last blanket and tossed it aside.

Parfait had worked with Geeku since the lizardgirl had started to work at PornNet. She'd had aspirations in her life to become a director one day and she'd figured camera girl might have been a good place to start. Sadly porn was the only place she could get work. She'd done her best to be creative with Geeku and her films and if she was perfectly honest she attributed at least a bit of Geeku's success to her own efforts. The short and stocky tan and pink tigress had lived with Geeku for quite a long time. At first it was just to save money but eventually because they had just become good friends. Technically more by other people's estimation. Parfiat thought of herself as mostly straight but she supposed their relationship could be called fuck-buddies if you had to be crude about it. They just scratched each other's itches from time to time. In Parfait's case it was because she just didn't feel like taking the time and effort to find a man and in Geeku's case it was about having some anonymity. Most people wouldn't think a porn starlet would have trouble getting laid but when it came to Geeku she rarely found a guy she could go out with who didn't have expectations, or gained them after he recognized her. In Parfait she found a good friend she could scratch the itch with and not deal with the fall out. Unfortunately the tigress was a total buzz kill in the morning.

"Leave me alone," Geeku moaned. She pulled a pillow over her head and tried to keep out the light and Parfait's insistent prodding.

"Come on you lazy ass lizard, get up. We can't be late for the first day," Parfait said tossing clothes on top of Geeku.

Geeku peaked out from under her pillow. "We're already gonna be late."

"Get! UP!" Parfait said grabbing Geeku's tail and pulling. In a flash Geeku whipped around within her own body length, lunging towards her roommate and hissing with barred teeth. She hated having her tail yanked. "Now get dressed."

"Bitch."

"Whore."

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Surah looked at the note on her phone and checked the address. She was at the right place. She pulled her car into a free spot and got out. Pulling out a small mirror from her purse she took a look at herself in it. Mane combed, simple business suit well arranged, tail choked and riding high. She nodded and headed for the front door. She wanted to make a good impression. She needed a job and soon if she was going to be able to stay in the country. For most people porn wouldn't have been a first choice but Surah had no trouble doing it. She didn't have anything beyond a high school education in this country and with her appearence she figured she could make more on her back than at some minimum wage job. Opening the door she headed inside as she saw another car pull up and a lizardgirl and some type of furry girl got out and followed her in.

Henry blinked a few times, suddenly wishing Dawn or Sasha were there. Especially Sasha, as she had a way of breaking people into the business. He sighed, and shook his head. Oh well. He was the boss now, at least, in studio. Time to start acting like it. He studied the note from Elizabeth, and growled, standing up. He crumpled the note for a moment, doing a few breathing exercises to calm himself before opening the door. He saw a wolven man in the lobby, and sighed. "Elizabeth, we have someone waiting for an interview. If you'd be so kind as to conduct it while I deal with this one? Thanks." Then he closed the door, sighing, before turning to the young lady addressing him.

"You do understand what kind of studio this is, right?" At her blank look, he shook his head. "We film porn here. While, granted, the plots are better than most, it still requires you to be able to...perform...while on camera. Can you guarantee your ability to do that, Miss Wynter?"

"You do understand what kind of studio this is, right? We film porn here. While, granted, the plots are better than most, it still requires you to be able to...perform...while on camera. Can you guarantee your ability to do that, Miss Wynter?"

As before, Rose was struck with surprise at this news, wondering how she could have missed something so utterly important. It did explain the low budget look of the studio...and that remark about her bust made more sense now as well. She stood looking at Henry, mouth agape, and wasn't sure how to reply. In the end, she just shook her head, mumbled a vague apology under her breath for bothering him, and left the office.

She made it as far as the door to the outside when she stopped. Her hand was on the knob, and she looked down at it. The door was suddenly representing something much more, much bigger than just the difference between inside and outside. If she walked out on Nothing Ventured, she could well be walking out on acting. True, this wasn't the sort of work she had wanted to do...no one goes into acting with the goal of shooting porn. But it was film work, which meant exposure and credits. Plus, if the manager had been right, that the plots were better than average (whatever average was, she'd never even seen porn), then maybe she could use the actual acting segments on her resume tape down the line to move up to more mainstream pictures.

In short, she had her foot in the door, her body may as well follow. She sighed and went back to Mr. Franks, knowing she was going to look damn foolish for what she'd just done. She sucked it up and sat facing him over his desk, crossing one leg over the other and trying to sound professional, calm and collected.

"No, Mr. Franks, Ah did not understand the sorta studio ya run when Ah came in. Now Ah do, and if ya'd still consider me...Ah can perform. But Ah do haveta ask; Is there more 'en sex here? Ah mean, actual story, plot, an ever'thing? Cause that's mah focus, and if there aint, Ah won't waste yer time 'er mine."

The last of that was probably crossing the line, for a complete nobody literally right off the street to border on demanding, but Rose wasn't going to compromise. Besides, it helped her to put up a tough exterior, while her insides were turning to jelly.

Henry watched as the young woman started to leave. When she came back over and sat down, he tilted his head, regarding her. When she got demanding, his face split in a grin. It was refreshing to see someone who wasn't simply in it for the money or the sex. And she was clearly quite intelligent, as she asked her questions. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then walked over to a table and started rummaging through folders. He finally came up with one that he seemed to be looking for, and walked over to her. He set the folder down on the desk and slid it across to her.

"The latest from our writer. It's supposed to call for a bunny girl, but...."

He shrugged, and smiled. "Of course, there are forms to fill out. Questionnaires, medical information, insurance paperwork, and the like. If none of that bothers you...."

Rose took the offered folder from the desk, looking up at Henry. She was pleased he had grinned at her requests/demands, and even smiled herself at what he said about the script being writen for a bunny. "Well, Ah come close enough, as ya might have noticed."

She stood up and extended a hand towards the man who might be her new boss, if all went well. "Thank you, fer the...unexpected...opportunity. Ya got those forms handy here, or can ya point towards..." Well, who would handle forms such as those, exactly; Legal? Reception? ...Human/Furry Resources? "Towards someone who does?"

Henry nodded slowly, taking the proffered hand. At her question about the forms, Henry opened his desk drawer, and shuffled through the papers, before coming up with a sheaf of papers an inch thick in a manila folder. "I have a few in here. Usually they get filled out before the interview. We're doing things a little backwards today. I'm kind of new at being the boss. I was just one of the actors before."

Jayden was a bit surprised when he saw the human whom was obviously the director of this place walk out for that brief moment and say that. The predatory instincts of the wolf was to rip his throat out over not even taking the time to conduct his interview himself. For a Studio, so far Jayden was hardly impressed by the lack of professionality that seemed predominate in this establishment. He had watched the woman leave his office, his head tiliting in curiosity... though it was even moreso as she came back.

He had been about to say something, before she went right back into his office without even a glance at him. He had heard the exchange, this wasn't the kind of work he had been looking for, he had wanted to play a cowboy, something... anything, where he could get his name into the credits. Yet time after time he had been shut down, and it was starting to get to him. He knew this was his last shot... but it was truly grinding his nerves that the 'boss', couldn't even bother to acknowledge him personally.

Instead he felt as though he was being spoken as though he wasn't even really a person, that he was simply a piece of meat. Perhaps that was what was bothering him so much, that so far, he hadn't even actually been able to introduce himself properly, of have any form of actual contact. He was a tough guy, but the truth of the matter was that he was nervous about all this... he just didn't show it.

He looked up to obviously someone whom was an assistant to the director and sighed, though taking his portfolio from his lap he rose and went to her desk, gently offering his hand. " Hello, i'm Jayden. I'm here to apply for a job, though your boss seems rather... distracted. I do hope this is not a sign of how this business is always run. Are we to do the interview here?"

He HOPED not, but then again... he didn't really have a choice... it wasn't like Jayden to actually barge into an office and demand a script... he was too shy. So he was polite, even though on the inside he was almost frothing at the indignities he saw as being imposed upon him by this place already.

Elizabeth looked up at the tall wolven man before her,she felt her cheeks redden as she noted his looks and massive build. She took the portfolio he set on the counter and opened it,nodding at the very well put together folder. She pushed her glasses up to rest on her brow and moved around the counter.She gave Jayden a small smile andstarted down the hallway.

"If you will follow me,and no we usually are not this unorganized. Just trying to get things settled and some contractors are not working well with us."She said as she led him to a small lounge looking room. Indicating for him to sit across from her as she slid onto a small chaise lounge.

She studied his folder then looked him over. "I am Elizabeth,personal assistant to Mr. Franks. I dont usually conduct interviews but today has proven to be somewhat hectic. I see you have never done work like this,do you understand what will be asked of you,If we call you back?"She studied his reaction after she asked him the question. "Do you have any problems with doing an adult movie?"

She chewed on the inside of her bottom li,her legs crossed in front of her. She looked like the prim and proper school teacher with her clothing,conservative. SHe pushed a stray strand of her blonde hair that had escaped the bun and curled around her face.Her eyeglasses making her large almond eyes seem larger and brighter. Just from her body language and voice one could tell she loved her job.

He was a rather astute man, and being part wolf just seemed to enhance that even further. He smiled faintly as she definatly treated him more like a person then he had seen thus far, it actually calmed his nerves quite a bit! Though as she lead him to a lounge area he moved and sat down easily, though as he looked to her he could tell that she loved her job. A fleeting thought passed through him wondering just what drew her to this kind of line of work herself, but he pushed that thought away.

" Yes ma'am, I understand what kind of work is supposedly to be done here. I must admit it was not my first choice in acting work, but if it gets my foot even partially in the door, I am more then willing to do what is asked of me." He replied politely... though he spoke softly, the tenor tone to his voice was definatly alluring, though as he looked to her he smiled gently.

" I may not have done professional pornography before, but I would like to assure you I am well equipped to work in this industry, and feel that my skills would be an asset to this employment team." It was obvious he had been selling himself for a 'real job' though since he spoke as he did... he shrugged faintly. " I am not stupid, nor would I like to be treated like simply a body. I am a person, and if I feel that this establishment will degrade me, then I will quit. I am not willing to be simply a body, ma'am."

He was well aware he was risking not being hired by saying that, but to him it was important. He was willing to work porn, he was willing to fuck for other people's entertainment, but he wanted to be treated like a person while doing it. That wasn't asking too much, was it?

Elizabeth smiled at his answer,she leaned forward slightly. "I assure you,we treat all of out actors and actresses with professionalism. This isnt just another porn industry,we want it to be reputable also."She said writing notes down in his folder quickly.

She looked up at him and her own face reddened deeply at her next words. "I must ask you though to step behind the dressing blind over there. Put the robe on you find there and then come back out here. I need to make measurements and notes."She told him as she stood,moving to a coffee counter and poured a cup of coffee,anything to keep her mind on her job.

"I will need for you to look at these sample scripts lines and read them to me from sitting on the couch. It is a short self pleasure scene from one of our new movies. I need to see how well you can perform on short notice and with someone watching."She said leaning against the counter watching for his reaction to the request.

He looked to her though nodded, he finding it interesting that she blushed at such a simple request, especially since... well she had probably seen many people fucking in this business. He rose though and smiled as he moved behind the screen, she seeing him hang his pants and shirt up, though as he came back around the robe fit him... but really a bit barely. She could see he was definatly nice and thick, handsome to a tee.

" That is all I ask, to be treated as a person. " He replied as he took the script, she could see him looking it over, before he nodded to her and moving to stand before her, he smiled faintly. Yet as he read the lines with stunning clarity, he also threw himself into it, as though he was actually fucking and telling HER how good it was, she seeing his groin right at her eye level, though he didn't seem to notice.

She could tell he was good at acting... that was for sure, and besides, Jayden LIKED sex, so... well to him, this would be the best of both worlds.

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"I have a few in here. Usually they get filled out before the interview. We're doing things a little backwards today. I'm kind of new at being the boss. I was just one of the actors before."

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Rose nodded back and took the papers from Henry, giving him a slightly more apprasing look when he mentioned he had been a porn actor before coming here. She would agree he was a handsome enough guy by normal standards, but she didn't see anything overly special about him, not like she would have thought an adult film actor would look like. Maybe that was what had pushed him behind the scenes.

"Thank you, Mr. Franks. Ah'll get there filled out for ya, and look through that script ya gave me. If yah need me more, Ah'll be around."

She left the office with her 'homework' and found what looked to be a catering table, where she collected a can of diet soda and a blueberry muffin. Taking those, she went to sit in the seat the wolven male had apparently left since she came in, and began to fill in the forms.

Henry raised an eyebrow at the way the cabbit girl looked at him. It was clear to him that she couldn't tell what he'd have been doing in porn. He shook his head at that, then nodded as she said she'd be around. He picked up his phone, and calmly dialed the equipment provider. That calm remained for several minutes, before he exploded at the person on the other line, telling them exactly how wrong they were about the expense of the camera, and how easy it was to get. Having been a graphic designer and photographer before becoming a pornstar, he knew that sort of stuff.

Surah opened the door just in time to catch the angered yelling of someone in a nearby office. That didn't bode well. Nothing ruined a perfectly good buzz like someone yelling at you. She hoped he wasn't a director or someone on set. Nothing would dry her up faster than someone screaming at her. She saw an attractive girl of some indeterminant breed filling out paperwork but no one else in the reception area. She looked around for a secretary or receptionist of some sort but saw nothing. Also not a good sigh. "Excuse me," she asked the furry girl. "Who should I speak to here about a job?"

She staggered before the other girl could answer as someone nudged her out of the doorway. "Move it sugar," Geeku insisted as she pushed past the zebra. She didn't give Surah another look just heading straight for Henry's door and banging on it. "Henry baby, your biggest star's here!" she sang out.

"Biggest star my fuzzy ass," Parfait said as she entered the reception area. She caught Surah's eye and nodded, her eye automatically apraising the other girl.

Henry's voice had went back to calm as he hung up, and he nodded in satisfaction. At the pounding on the door, he raised an eyebrow, only to hear Geecku refer to herself as his biggest star. He chuckled at that, and walked back to the door, opening it. "Biggest ego, perhaps. You haven't hit biggest star yet, but with a few more films, maybe."

He nodded at Parfait, then saw the zebra, and tilted his head. "You here for an interview, miss....?"