effort.
Ryker: If you’re serious email me a headshot, an ass shot, and a full frontal nude.
Wow. Just like the ad. That must be standard requirements.
Story: Okay. Do you need my age, weight, and height?
Ryker: You’re 20. 5’2”. Most of ur weight in your tits and ass.
Story: You know all this but you didn’t know my identity when I contacted you?
Ryker: How many fucking chicks named Story do you know?
Story scowled at the screen.
Ryker: Send the pics now and stop wasting my damn time.
Before she had time to think this through, she stripped, grabbed her phone again, and snapped three photos of herself. Headshot. Full frontal nude. And a shot of her ass, captured when she stood in front of her dingy bathroom mirror and clicked.
One by one, she sent the photos, staring at the phone in trepidation, praying for a quick response.
Five, torturous minutes passed before Ryker messaged her again.
I can get you a phone meeting with Max. I’ll let him make the final decision.
Max. Story’s biggest fantasy and worst nightmare. He’d tell her ‘no’ on GP.
Story: I thought you made the final decision about casting.
Ryker: Not where YOU are concerned.
They’d never liked Babs and whatever her mother had done to their father worsened their hostility.
Ryker: We have three big productions coming up and we’re casting lead girls for each of them. I like what I see so far, so here’s what I’ll do. Fly you out as I would any other girl I’m considering. Let you have a face-to-face with my brother. If he agrees, we’ll take it from there.
Story: Thank you, Ryker. I appreciate it. I’m desperate, on the verge of homelessness. This is a lifesaver.
Ryker: Your situation isn’t my problem. You and your mother’s doing. These productions are my only concern.
Story: Whatever happened between our parents, I had no involvement.
Ryker: If you say so.
Story: I do!
Ryker: Convince Max of that.
The decision maker in this matter. She’d leave it alone for now since she still had other questions about these productions.
Story: If I am chosen, how much do I earn? What’s the production schedule?
As a stripper, she had the potential to earn a couple of thousand a week.
Ryker: Max will determine your pay based on your experience. Production is 14 days. A speaking part. In other words, some acting and not just fucking.
Story: I have no experience in acting OR fucking.
Ryker: Fucking on screen or at all?
Story: At all.
Ryker: Well, shit.
Story: Please don’t let this change your mind. I’ll have it taken care of if it’s a problem.
She’d call Jimmy to help out.
Story: My mother thinks this is a good opportunity for me.
Ryker: What? Adult Entertainment?
Story: Yes.
Ryker: Are you shitting me?
Story: No.
Ryker: Well, fuck. Is she willing to star in some shows with you?
Story: Ewww.
Ryker: It’s happened. Google it. I know of at least two porn stars who did movies with their moms.
Story: I’m desperate, not perverted.
No response.
Story: What happens if I’m not chosen?
Ryker: You leave and don’t bother us again.
Story: My plane ticket will be round trip?
Ryker: Yeah. Whatever. You and your mother in front of a camera would make Max’s day. Almost guarantee you’d get chosen.
Story: Not happening. What else can I do to guarantee he’ll pick me?
Ryker: Arrive here with proof that you’re clean. You’ll still have to get tested at our facility, but it’ll get Max’s attention.
Story: I don’t have money for tests.
She had to go to Planned Parenthood for her monthly birth control pills.
Ryker: Find out the cost and let me know. Repay me if you get the contract.
Story: If I don’t get it?
Ryker: We’ll figure it out.
Story hated not knowing the particulars, but he held the ball in his court, and she had no room to demand answers.
Ryker: On second thought re: your virginity. Let Max decide what to do with that, too.
Story: Okay. What now?
Ryker: Once you send me the
Ryker: If you’re serious email me a headshot, an ass shot, and a full frontal nude.
Wow. Just like the ad. That must be standard requirements.
Story: Okay. Do you need my age, weight, and height?
Ryker: You’re 20. 5’2”. Most of ur weight in your tits and ass.
Story: You know all this but you didn’t know my identity when I contacted you?
Ryker: How many fucking chicks named Story do you know?
Story scowled at the screen.
Ryker: Send the pics now and stop wasting my damn time.
Before she had time to think this through, she stripped, grabbed her phone again, and snapped three photos of herself. Headshot. Full frontal nude. And a shot of her ass, captured when she stood in front of her dingy bathroom mirror and clicked.
One by one, she sent the photos, staring at the phone in trepidation, praying for a quick response.
Five, torturous minutes passed before Ryker messaged her again.
I can get you a phone meeting with Max. I’ll let him make the final decision.
Max. Story’s biggest fantasy and worst nightmare. He’d tell her ‘no’ on GP.
Story: I thought you made the final decision about casting.
Ryker: Not where YOU are concerned.
They’d never liked Babs and whatever her mother had done to their father worsened their hostility.
Ryker: We have three big productions coming up and we’re casting lead girls for each of them. I like what I see so far, so here’s what I’ll do. Fly you out as I would any other girl I’m considering. Let you have a face-to-face with my brother. If he agrees, we’ll take it from there.
Story: Thank you, Ryker. I appreciate it. I’m desperate, on the verge of homelessness. This is a lifesaver.
Ryker: Your situation isn’t my problem. You and your mother’s doing. These productions are my only concern.
Story: Whatever happened between our parents, I had no involvement.
Ryker: If you say so.
Story: I do!
Ryker: Convince Max of that.
The decision maker in this matter. She’d leave it alone for now since she still had other questions about these productions.
Story: If I am chosen, how much do I earn? What’s the production schedule?
As a stripper, she had the potential to earn a couple of thousand a week.
Ryker: Max will determine your pay based on your experience. Production is 14 days. A speaking part. In other words, some acting and not just fucking.
Story: I have no experience in acting OR fucking.
Ryker: Fucking on screen or at all?
Story: At all.
Ryker: Well, shit.
Story: Please don’t let this change your mind. I’ll have it taken care of if it’s a problem.
She’d call Jimmy to help out.
Story: My mother thinks this is a good opportunity for me.
Ryker: What? Adult Entertainment?
Story: Yes.
Ryker: Are you shitting me?
Story: No.
Ryker: Well, fuck. Is she willing to star in some shows with you?
Story: Ewww.
Ryker: It’s happened. Google it. I know of at least two porn stars who did movies with their moms.
Story: I’m desperate, not perverted.
No response.
Story: What happens if I’m not chosen?
Ryker: You leave and don’t bother us again.
Story: My plane ticket will be round trip?
Ryker: Yeah. Whatever. You and your mother in front of a camera would make Max’s day. Almost guarantee you’d get chosen.
Story: Not happening. What else can I do to guarantee he’ll pick me?
Ryker: Arrive here with proof that you’re clean. You’ll still have to get tested at our facility, but it’ll get Max’s attention.
Story: I don’t have money for tests.
She had to go to Planned Parenthood for her monthly birth control pills.
Ryker: Find out the cost and let me know. Repay me if you get the contract.
Story: If I don’t get it?
Ryker: We’ll figure it out.
Story hated not knowing the particulars, but he held the ball in his court, and she had no room to demand answers.
Ryker: On second thought re: your virginity. Let Max decide what to do with that, too.
Story: Okay. What now?
Ryker: Once you send me the
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