A familiar looking white Cadillac pulls up and out steps Jason. He is a guy you have often seen outside your school, always talking to the girls, and trying to convince your friends to join his 'agency'.
He is dressed in a plain brown suit and with his hair gel'ed down. He gives you an eye, checking you out from top to bottom.
"Well, well, well.... Joy .... would never have expected to see you here, and like this", he says, slowly approaching you with a swagger in his step.
"Would never have expected this from you, miss goody goody", he says, placing one hand against the wall over your shoulder and leaning over you.
He glances down at your ample chest before his gaze returns to your face.
"Yes, well not everyone knows me that well", you reply with a smirk.
"Now now, come on, thats no way to talk to me, if you are going to 'work' the corner you are going to be needing some representation", he says, his left hand lowering off the wall to the side of your face, gently tracing your jaw, before resting on your shoulder.
"And who is going to do that? You!?"
"Maybe," Jason replies. "After all, you are going to need someone to handle all your business, and the ... dissatisfied customers. Besides, if you REALLY want to get into this business, you are going to need access to alot of things, videocameras, toys, locations."
"Video cameras?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Hell yeah baby, if you REALLY want some exposure you need some pictures and everything, I can get that done REAL cheap. No money down. Just, say, 40% of your profit", he explains, his hand lowering from your shoulder to your breast, resting there.
Your mind is a blur. You never considered making a real career out of this, it was just fun for a day. The money involved working with Jason could be very substantial and it sounds like it might be fun... |