Angel of Sin

[BLACK BART]

"This girl. She new? Am I gonna have to carry her?"

"Brand, brand new"

Simon confirmed and sipped at the bitter "real" juice.

"I watched her "screen test" before you came over, one in which Benny tricked her into fucking her scraggly boyfriend, and it was amazingly hot..."

Moving to the recorder he lifted a freshly burned copy and set it on his desk beside Dan.

"Here, homework for you...You see she's not only fresh, but...I've got this odd vibe about her, I want to do a "closed set" with you, her and two others...I'll have Liz and myself doing the filming out at the "ranch"..."

The words were spoken casually, but the meaning between them was deadly, and intense...the ranch was reserved for the more raw, rougher footage and to have a closed set meant there would be a limited amount of participants...or witnesses.

"Your part in it will clear your past notes...with the a bonus of Ten G, what do you think?"

“I thought we had closed that production department, because of it’s limited profits?”

Simon nodded, making a decision of his own about to who to trust, as well as when, then reached to a drawer and pulled out a single folder to hand it to Dan.

“With this deposit I’d dare say we could reopen it one final time AND show a good profit, what do you think…. partner?”

 

[Paendragon]

Dan Steele

Partner.

Dan stared at the file Simon held out, then looked up at the man. There it was. The big score he had hoped for. But with it came a bit more than just showing up with a hardon.

Still . . . if Simon meant what he thought.

"I get a percentage, is that what you're saying?"

Simon nodded, and still held the file out to Dan.

Steele looked at it. This was it. He either took the file, or walked. No middle ground.

He despised these films. No . . . despised wasn't strong enough a word. There was no strong enough a word. He should shake his head, and walk out the fucking door. Back to his relatively safe and normal world, where he collected his checks and went home. Hell, he already was one of the highest paid male stars in the business, right? He didn't need this, no matter how lucrative.

Which is why is was a bit of a surprise, even to himself, when he saw his hand close over the manilla folder.

 

[BLACK BART]

" FIFTY percent"

Simon confirmed and let go of the file, his eyes following it as if it were a ceremony and Dan was the high priest.

"Two conditions, non-negotiable..."

"One, once we start this there is NO backing out, either one of us..."

"And Two, I need the old Dan back for this one...the One I could trust with my very life, the One who had fire in his eyes and in his blood"

Simon returned to the cooler and pulled out a second juice, then changed his mind and returning it, chose several ice cubes in the glass and a long shot of Jack...

"You've got less than a week to think about it and give me an answer Dan"

 

[Paendragon]

"You've got less than a week to think about it and give me an answer Dan"

He looked down at the folder, and then, after a deep breath, opened it. His eyes scanned the page, widening slightly.

"I think you better pour me one of those."

 

[BLACK BART]

Simon poured.

Then settled into his chair behind the desk and gave Dan his space.

He knew better than to push, still wore the scars to prove what happened when a person pushed too far, or too fast.

But rather than resent the man across the desk for giving him those scars he had a huge respect for him, knowing his word was as good as gold, and that Dan wouldn't ever break a promise....once given.

They had in time past, been the best of friends, Dan had been a jovial man that brought a smile to your face, and always had a joke and a smile for you...

But that was "before"

And was now a major reason why Simon brought this offer to him, even knowing how Dan felt about this "kind" of project.

"You covered me for many on numerous occasions in the past Dan, even when it cost you dearly, this time it's my turn...you have my word on it."

Simon met his eyes as Dan lifted them from the folder, and nodded, topping off his own drink and then offering to do the same for the still standing man.

"If and when you agree..."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

She put on a smile and left the bathroom, "What a pleasant surprise, Mr... Ah Frank." She approached with her hand held out. Giving him a brief handshake before she slid into the chair next to him.

Swinging her long legs out, she crossed them and let her bare toes come close to his leg. "Robert is blunt isn't he?" She kept her back to Robert, uncaring how he presented himself. Apprently scruffy worthless boyfriends were common, and manners not.

"I believe you wanted to discuss business?" She paused, her smile and eyes warmingly forcused on Frank. "Robert, be a dear and find our guest a drink." She didn't fail in noticing the expensive suit, the luxury car and the watch on his wrist. Mr. Culshaw was used to money, and had means of earning the bigger bucks as those were no cheap knock-offs. The initials in the watch, being his very own, meant they weren't bought second hand to merely impress.

Good.. He knows who we need to find..

Moving forward, her elbow resting on the table, "I am very interested in hearing what you have in mind."

 

[Britwitch]

Sarah Powers

Sarah was still trembling a little as she finished applying her mascara.
She had awoken to the shrill ring of the telephone, slicing through the silence in the early hours of the morning. It had been her mother, her voice rasping from crying and shaking as she told her that her older brother was in the hopsital.
Apparently one of the loansharks was more desperate for his money than her father realised and had taken his 'displeasure' at not getting it, out on her brother.
There was no way Sarah could go home, not with the interview she had with Mr Banks lined up, work with him could easily help buy her family some time. Desperately needed time.
And so, she was getting ready. She'd showered and shaved everywhere, straightening her long hair so it hung around her face, almost highlighting the freckles and 'innocence' that had gotten her noticed in the first place.
She'd chosen a short skirt that barely covered her behind with a white thong, a white push up bra to maximise her generous cleavage and a simple white blouse. It was definitely sexy, but still a little girly and young. The way she knew she was expected to look. The was she knew she had to look if she was to get onto his books. To look almost as naive as she felt, picking up her handbag and heading out of the door for the address Liz had given her, the address to Mr Banks' private studio. He was expecting her between 3 and 4, depending on buses and traffic she should be there right on time.

 

[Paendragon]

Dan Steele

Fuck it.

He held out his glass, and Simon topped it off.

"Agreed."

It would mean wearing the mask. Being the Mask. But he would do anything for the type of cash he was being offerred. He was still considered in his prime. But before long, he would start to be an industry joke. The middle aged cock who would be used to fuck some newbie starlet just so she can say she did him. It wasn't for him. he wanted out from in front of the camera. And to do that . . . he needed to start raising capital.

"But my name stays out of it."

He'd have to protect his name even moreso, now.

 

[BLACK BART]

"But my name stays out of it."

Simon looked at Dan at that moment, and it was almost as if he could read the other mans thoughts...or perhaps they were a mirror image of his own?

"Agreed"

Glasses raised they saluted each other silently, then quickly drained them and set the glasses aside, and as Dan handed the folder back Simon returned it to the drawer and locked it.

"There are men at the ranch getting the grounds and buildings ready for us now, by the end of tomorrow they'll be done and out of our way, your access codes are still active at the gate and your private bungalow...I'll have Liz leave you a message as to when the filming will start, though you could head up there early if you wanted.....They tell me the water is good and high this time of the year... That is if you remember the way?"

Simon smiled at the taller man and offered his hand, then grinned as Dan accepted and assured him he could, and would let him know he if had decided to "head up" early...

At the door Simon watched Dan move down the steps and to his bike, admiring the easy grace with which the man moved, and knowing what Dan had lost before coming to this city...

"I've got your back Dan, I hope you still trust me enough to let this thing play itself out..."

And then his thoughts of the past were tugged from him at the appearance of a woman who looked ten years younger than he knew she had to be...

 

[Paendragon]

Dan Steele

He sat on his Harley for a minute, thinking about what he had just done. He hoped it'd be worth it in the long run.

He let out a long breath, started her up, and rode off.

He went a quarter mile, before turning down a side street. He needed a drink. He pulled in to a small tavern, shut the V-Rod down, and walked inside.

No sooner did he take his place at the bar, then the bartender walked over. He looked at Dan quizzically. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

"No."

The bartender shrugged. "What can I get you?"

"Scotch. 18 year old. Straight."

The man poured the drink and slid it over the bar.

Dan lifted it to his lips, and downed it. He slid the empty glass back to the bartender. "Another."

 

[landiek]

After a quick change Angel was on the twon at several clubs before returning to the casino. She was delighted by a handful of admirers that bestowed gifts of devotion. Angel like a gracious gift from above thanked them with a kiss before exiting and moving to the next stop.

Angel reached a few blackjack tables and played rather well for a change while killing time before her two am date.. yet her mind was on the full length that Simon offered.

Angel wondered if Simon was working on a method to cut out the middle man. She had heard rumors that he was very strict but ruthless.

"Kinda like my Dad." Angel chuckled as she took a sip of her drink. "How about another card Steve."

 

[flithymind]

Fix-it-Frank

I heard some scrabbling and voices behind the door - they clearly weren't expecting visitors. I was wondering how many cards with her address she'd given out, when the boyfriend opened the door, with the tiniest flicker of a smile and a handshake that oozed with: 'I'm just being polite.'

I returned his smile with my own 10,000watts and strode into the room. "Modest" would have been a good write-up for this place. I glanced around, as the boyfriend pulled out a chair for me, before collapsing onto the bed.

And then there she was, cruising out of the bathroom like an oil-tanker on a catwalk, beautiful but relentless. I beamed at her and was rewarded with a brief handshake, far more cordial than her boyfriend's.

She sat alongside me, ordering "Robert" to fetch me a drink - and once again she was already in the ascendency and my goodbooks inside 30 seconds.

"I am very interested in hearing what you have in mind." she breathed, leaning in slightly, crossing her legs making her skirt, that would have been called a 'belt' in most decent places glide up her thighs. I was going to enjoy this...

Smiling I said, "Robert is a what now? Oh blunt." and grinned and chuckled at my own deliberate misunderstanding, offering a small smile at 'Robert'.

"I'm sure he just has your best interests at heart now. Probably seen one too many shysters in nice suits wanting to take you for a ride... in a figurative sense." I added.

"I won't waste your time Robyn, or yours Robert - hmmm, Robyn and Robert, cute." I said thoughtfully, barely pausing.

"Robyn, you can make a lot of money in this town - and I don't just mean getting lucky in a casino or me negotiating a sweet deal with the studio where we met today. No. The real money is with the real rich guys. They got it, but they want to spend it. With my help, they'll spend it on you. In one week I could make you more than you'd earn in a year from that studio." I let that last part sink in before I continued.

"Now I know what you're thinking, or at least what Robert is thinking. Prostitution. Now that's an ugly word. Arguably that's what you'd be doing in-front of the cameras anyway - with men you neither know, nor like.

"Most of my clients are old men Robyn, even if they did want to fuck you - and trust me, they would - they wouldn't be able to. Most of them just want to have the most knock-out girl in town on their arm to show off to their friends - and if it's known that she is an Olympian in the bedroom, all the better for his reputation... especially if he can't get it up anymore.

"Now, I won't lie to you - this ain't no escort business... some of them do have some more... 'unconventional' requirements and tastes, but from what I've seen and heard of you already I'm more than confident you could handle that." I smiled at her again.

"You have a unique opportunity Robyn - and I can help you seize it."

I finally stopped the sales pitch, sitting back slightly, awaiting the inevitable questions.

 

[Britwitch]

Sarah Powers

Sarah approached the address she'd scrawled on the back of a receipt she'd found when Liz had called her, trying to calm the rapidly increasing speed of her heart rate and hoping she didn't look as nervous as she felt.
Straightening her shoulders and back, pushing her chest out a little she made her way up the steps, so wrapped up in her thoughts of trying to be relaxed that she almost walked into the man stood just inside the door.
"Oh...oh I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there..." She gasped as she narrowly avoided stepping on his feet. "I, I hope I'm in the right place, I'm looking for a Mr Banks...? Do you know where I can find him...?" She asked, her bright blue eyes wide as she looked up into the man's face, smiling a little.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

"Unconventional?" Leaning back into the chair, she studied him carefully. Unconventional meant many things, but mostly meant twisted. Spankings, role play, calling them 'daddy'... At least in her research. It didn't mean that was all that was possible, just most likely.

Even though Frank Culshaw spoke sweet, dressed with style and buttered up the real story, she knew him for what he was. A pimp. A rich one, due to the work of his 'girls' but still a pimp.

She smiled sweetly, "The difference is Mr. Culshaw, that the men in the studio are clean and appealing.. where as these old men are out of shape, dealing with mental issues of some kind and flaunting their ego around..." She made an attempt to look thoughtful, mulling over his offer before her gaze hardened on his once more.

"How much money are we talking about here? How much protection will I have at all times too.. And how often do you make these dates?" Her questions were fired off as her fingers popped up one by one, counting off all three 'pressing' questions.

 

[poohlive]

Robert smiled at that. Yes, good girl. Don't let him on too much, don't look too eager to take the job, but be interested, reel him in.

This had to be where the daughter was now, probably working for the same guy. Slick and wheeled, giving her the same speech in some seedy motel just like this.

They could find her. God, it was soo close.

Robert stood up, pouring the man a stiff drink, his facade as crappy boyfriend would have to linger though. He couldn't look as interested, might be fishy to this guy. This guy saw him as a creep and a jackass... Robert had to keep it up.

"Here you go," He said, sliding it over to the man, downing a drink himself from the bottle, as he smiled at his girl, "What can I say, she knows what she wants."

He gave a wink to his girl, scratched himself and plopped back on the couch.

Some nice softcore porn was playing. Vampire Strippers. It looked interesting.

 

[flithymind]

Fix-it-Frank

I watched her mull over the information. The flicker in her eyebrows told me her mind had raced to the cash first, then back to her morals. Her words confirmed as much.

The chat about the 'clean' guys at the studio was just that, chat. I knew I had her interested. She was playing it cool, trying to play me - probably hoping to improve her cut already. I'd been played by better than her plen'y of times... but she was pretty good... pretty and good. I grinned to myself, listening to her questions.

"How much money are we talking about here? How much protection will I have at all times too.. And how often do you make these dates?" she said counting off the questions.

Bingo. Sold.

Her first question was about the money.

I placed my palms flat on the table, classic supplication body language, "cards on the table - trust me" kinda vibe.

"Robyn, you're a valuable asset and would be protected as such. Not just in a contraception way, but in every way. Every way." I repeated with just the right amount of emphasis - to hint that violence was too vulgar to discuss but too important to dismiss.

"You would have the very best security and the very best health care. You think Coca-Cola have a good health care package? It ain't nothin'." I smiled, a little joke to break the tension before the killer line.

"You'd work on a retainer, sufficient to ensure you... and Robert," I smiled, nodding at the booze-swilling buffoon on the bed, ", would live extremely comfortably." I said, glancing around at the room. "You could continue with your 'studio-based' work but I would like to have some input on your career in this regard, to ensure you were presenting yourself in the best possible light." I smiled at her with a slight glimmer in my eyes, unable to shake the memory of what I'd seen from her audition tape.

"When you were required to work, you would be reimbursed for your time, skills and effort, depending on the job, client, duration and employment of your time." I nodded at her raised eyebrows at the vagueness of this last section,

"For example," I said, continuing before she could cut me off, "A client of mine may require your company for the duration of his weekend stay in the city. You would accompany him, as required, night... and day. For such an arragement you could expect to receive around $50,000 US dollars."

I smiled and resisted the urge to lean back, "fait-accomplis"... staying leaned slightly towards her, to reassure her that deals with this amount of money were normal to me.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

"God he is slick." Her smile warmed, her eyes glimmering with what she felt best represented a little greed. He sweet talked better than most criminals she'd ever had the misfortune to deal with, but holy hell! Fifty grand for a weekend?!

It's not the money! It's finding the senator's daughter! She tried to scold herself and failed. Frank said "Could recieve" not "Would", his cut certainly would be the larger portion and he wasn't being too clear on what exactly she'd have to do. But who would be honest about it?

"I don't know what to say..." She sounded a little shocked, pleased and torn. "I mean, it would be stupidity to say no, right?" She glanced over her shoulder at Robert, knowing he wasn't paying much attention.

And like an excited girlfriend who was being ignored, she shot him a glare that Frank could see before her attention returned to him and her smile. "Not even the studio could pay me as much... but I'm not going to give up the studio work Mr. Culshaw." She shot him a sorrowful little plea for understanding, "I always wanted to star in a movie see.. and well known stars these days, even in this industry have made it big time." She was pleading a case she knew she didn't have to, Frank had said he was willing to work with her on that aspect.

"You are more than welcome to come along with me to the studio, assist in whatever manner you feel would best help me further my career and yours." Leaning further upon the table, her left came across to rest on his as she turned every bit of charm and pleasure in her smile onto him. Giving his hand a little squeeze, she did her best to appear giddy with excitement, but mostly greed.

"Do I have to sign something?" She giggled softly, already her mind working around the best way to get Frank working for her. Adoring, eager to please up and coming star... In bad need of a lot of things. Frank Culshaw would be just the man to show her the 'ropes' of this lifestyle.

 

[flithymind]

Fix-it-Frank

Hook, line... and sinker.

Robyn's eyes had lit up like a slot-machine paying jackpot - that was all she'd seen/heard from what he'd said. $50k tended to do that to a lot of people.

She'd make it too. Minus my cut, of course - but with her looks and 'talents' she'd live more than comfortably until her body went south. But judging by the way her rack sat up on her ribcage, she had plenty of years left in her yet.

"Sign anything" she had asked, I smiled... once people made an agreement with me, it didn't matter if they'd signed in blood, or just spat on their hand in a bar. my brain was 'contracts-control' - you crossed me, you'd not work in this town again... and not for want of trying... more want of, well... you'd not work again. I smiled,

"No, no contracts, not yet anyway. I'll have my lawyer draw something up for us to autograph, to make sure we're both protected, but that's more a formality. If I have your agreement that's enough for me. Trust is very important in our line of business Robyn." I nodded.

"The studio work is almost as much part of the business as anything else - so I have no problems with you wanting to achieve the movie stardom you long for. Consider it 'advertising'." I grinned and then proferred her my hand - "So, if we have an agreement?"

This girl would make me rich. So why was it I was already tempted to blur things. Why was it when she'd said I could "assist any way I wanted" on the set... all I'd thought about was fucking her?

Damn - she'd make me very, very rich.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

"Excellent!" She took his hand and shook, knowing that eventually they'd come to 'words' but for now.. He was her new 'best friend'. Her hand lingered in his for a few moments longer than what was needed, her eyes smiling into his.

"I have to be in the studio first thing in the morning," She let him go and slid from the table, "I need a few days to get settled, get things in order and by then I should be ready." Escorting him to the door, he did not seem to want to give her a few days but after explaining all she had to do just to get around town, he reluctantly agreed.

"I will leave your name at the gate, if they require it so you'll know where to find me." She shook his hand once more at the doorway. "Thank you." She whispered to him, the relief in her voice convincing, "I don't think I can live like this much longer.." Always hinting at some hidden strife between herself and Robert were good building blocks for a later arguement that could benefit her just a little bit more.

She watched him go, waving as he pulled out of the motel's lot. Once he was out of sight, she went back inside and bolted the door yet again. Shaking slightly, she sat down on the chair Frank had just vacated and stared at the floor. This acting wasn't exactly easy, even Pimps as suave as Mr. Culshaw were a dangerous thing to play with.

"This is getting more and more complicated Robert, and we haven't even had a chance to question a single damned suspect." She shot him a worried look, she felt for a brief moment that she was getting in over her head. A few steadying breaths, her nerves once more settled down, she believed in herself enough to brush the unsettling sensation away. She could do this, hell she could do anything if she set her mind to it!

 

[poohlive]

"That's because they're not suspects," He rose, going behind her, his hands on her tense shoulders, massaging away all those little kinks and problems of the day.

Her skin felt good, soft on his hands. The kneaded muscles underneath helped to clear his own head.

"And we can't deal with this like they are. They are friends, partners. Anything and everything you can think of. When you ask questions, it's casually, nonchallant, not caring about the answer. If they clam now, if they sense anything from you but some naive girl wanting to make a break, then we're out. Or worse, we could be one of those missing person's posters at the post office."

Would it be wise to share with her the consequences they now had together? Maybe, maybe not. It needn't bother her. She was doing so well.

"You've got them all wrapped around your little finger though, Robyn. They want you, in more ways than one. We keep playing this, and we'll find her in no time."

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

She almost corrected him with a cringe on the name he misspoke, but Stark's earlier comment rang in her mind. She had a new name, and it was best to get used to it... no matter how stupid it sounded.

"I hope you're right." She moved away from his caressing hands, not wishing to remember what they had done but a few hours ago, together. Not wishing to remember any of it, that past was dead and long since buried. No matter how good they felt in bed, it was cold once outside.

It was tempting though, very hard for her to even recall the last time she'd felt that damned good. But was it Robert or had it been all the men watching her? She almost groaned aloud, she hated trying to figure herself out. It never made sense, and the more she mulled it around in her head, the worse it would get and she'd still be left guessing after a sleepless night.

Best to let it go, just flow with it until the job was done.

"Looks like Frank fell hard for the deal," She had a rueful smile on her face "How long do you think it'll take before he's trying to get into these shorts as well?" She laughed as she shook her head. Men were always predictable with her, sex sex sex! Putting her clothes away, she lay down on the floor, crossed her ankles and began working on her crunches.

"Stomach tuck my ass! Fucking prick." Stark was in for a rude awakening, she didn't pamper her own ass enough to get fat, nor saggy.

Robert was reclining but watching her, she could feel his eyes on her. She didn't blame him, but she wondered what was going through his mind? Did she even want to know?

"I figured.." She panted out between crunches as spoke to him, "If I let Frank assist me, in his concern.." Her voice dripped with sarcasm there. "He'll take the ropes and teach poor lil ol' me how professionals work, dress, and so on." It gave her more time to get around with him, see his connections and perhaps meet other girls of his.

 

[poohlive]

"Yes, that's good. And you and him need to be alone. I think... if I know how these guys work, he's going to play a double angle with you at the same time."

He leaned over the bed, seeing the sweat pour down her body. Flashes of curve and smooth skin that held down toned muscles. She had worked out a lot since they left. She had never been this into herself.

Funny. He'd hit the bottle, she'd hit the gym. He wished she did it cause of him, hoped that she did. Then, maybe there'd be some justice in the world. A little irony to go with his Jack Daniels.

Grabbing the bottle, he placed it between his legs. The television still on, but nothing more than background noise and flashing lights. Right now, it was just them. Two most important people in the world.

"When I'm away, I think he'll make a pass. He hasn't seen you without me, maybe he thinks it as rude, or maybe he thinks I'm some dumb bull that'll kick his ass if he starts playing nice with you. Either way, once I'm out of the picture, he'll be quick about it. Playful at first. But, then he'll go in on the situation with me. Say I'm a jackass. I don't hit you, but I'm one of those emotional jerks. I made you get some lipo, thought your ass was too fat for the camera. Mental abuse. He'll eat that shit up. Play the weak and scared little girl, who's sometimes afraid to go home when I drink to much. He'll ask you to stay with him... he'll say he knows a place where you two can just get away for awhile, calm down."

He'd seen it done enough. Small details here and there missing, but it was practically the same. Same play, same playbook, different girl. It worked though... by fucking God it worked.

"The point is, sometime in the near future he's going to ask you to make a choice. Me or him. Choose him. Then, he'll trust you. He'll eat out of your fucking hand if you want. And you can ask him whatever question you like."

 

[BLACK BART]

"I, I hope I'm in the right place, I'm looking for a Mr Banks...? Do you know where I can find him...?"

"Sarah, isn't it?"

Simon knew it was, Liz was if anything, "attentive to the details"...

"Call me Simon, will you please, and come inside where we can talk, won't you?"

Simon stood looking the woman up and down, his eyes not missing the details that hinted at a rough past few days and the make-up that tried to hide it...

And as they moved into the offices and Sarah took the seat he offered Simon sat on the edge of his desk and faced the young woman.

"Why don't you tell me about yourself Sarah, and then share with me why your here...and what you expect to do here?"

 

[Britwitch]

Sarah Powers

"Sarah, isn't it?"
She nodded, a suddenly feeling of embarassment as she realised who she was speaking to, who she had just run into.
"Call me Simon, will you please, and come inside where we can talk, won't you?"
"Yes, yes thank you..." Sarah stepped inside, not missing the sweeping look he gave her figure as she passed him. Once inside, she sat in front of the large desk, adjusting the short skirt so it didn't ride up her thighs too much, looking up as he perched himself on the edge of it.
"Why don't you tell me about yourself Sarah, and then share with me why your here...and what you expect to do here?"
Sarah smiled, as warmly and genuinely as she could, knowing her smile was one of the qualities that had gotten her noticed in the first place.
"Well, I'm Sarah...Sarah Powers and I'm 18. I've brought my birth certificate and passport for proof of age...Liz told me you're very strict about the girls who work for you...and I've been told often enough that I don't look my age, so..." She made to reach into her bag to produce the documents but something in his gaze told her that now was not the time. "I moved her about a year ago to model for a photographer..." It sounded almost glamorous when put like that. Very different from the actual experience that topless modelling had been. "...I now work part time in a diner, you know, to pay the bills and so on...I made an adult movie a few months ago, my first, and the director thought you might find my look...'marketable' I think he called it..." Sarah felt herself blushing slightly. "I...I know I don't have a lot of experience but I do work hard and I am a fast learner..." She added quickly, not wanting to screw this up. She needed this job. Her family needed her to get this job. "I...well, I need the money, Mr Banks...sorry, Simon..." Her voice faltered slightly, wondering if she had just said a little too much.

 

[BLACK BART]

"Who did you work with Sarah, and what part did you portray in the film?"

Simon enjoyed the sight of Sarah trying to tug the too short skirt down and smiled at her.

"I imagine it's difficult making ends meet on a part time waitress salary...the bills must eat up the majority of it, if not all of it?"

The wave of embaressment that flashed over her pretty face told Simon Liz was right in her assumptions about Sarah and where the money was going to....and verified just how desperate she must be to come to him...

"Stand up and turn around...slowly...for me Sarah, I want to see how you look."

Simon stood as Sarah quietly obeyed, and as she made a slow circle he admired her long legs and tight buttocks moving under the short skirt., all the while listening to her words describing her plight of long hours and little pay...

"Your starting wages working for me will be 500 a day, plus room and board, we'll be filming at a remote location so you'd be with us until the filming is done...Now be a sweet heart and take that top off will you please?"