Jessica nodded slowly. "So, who does what?" she asked. "Do we go in the back?"
The clerk shook his head. "Nahhh. right here."
"But... people could walk in!"
The man shrugged. "More paying, happy customers," he said. "Besides, the cameras right there," he said, pointing over his shoulder to a camera mounted in the ceiling.
Jessica frowned. "You're gonna film it?"
"Well of course I'm gonna film it. This is your assessment. I have to assess how you look on film. Even not so great film like that one. I told you I don't have the good cameras back yet."
Jessica nodded reluctantly, but dimly realized that she needed to get comfortable on film.
"It wasn't hard when you sucked me off a few minutes ago, was it? That was on film too."
"Okay," she said. "Right here?"
"Well we want you at waist height, so let's use the special table over there," the clerk said, pointing to a a table littered with miscellaneous dvds. "Jared, Bob, push that stuff into the bin there, will you?" he asked, pointing to a bin that was already half-full of other things.
"Sure thing, Abe," Jared said, and the two men set to work, clearing the table quickly.
"Now move it out to, let's see, how about here?" he said, eying the camera and door for maximum visibility. If a client walked in it wouldn't hurt for them to see her full glory, but he wanted to catch some good film too. Deciding the possibility of a client was more important than a fairly shitty quality video he opted to have her mostly facing the door, giving a three-quarter view of her side. |