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"What didn't go wrong? She showed up forty-five minutes late. She took another thirty minutes to shower so she could shave her snatch. She bitched because she didn't have her own dressing room. She bitched because there was anal in the script, and she doesn't do anal. She had to run out to her car to grab her ID even though she knows we can't start without it. The topper was a few takes in when she pushed the lead off her announcing he was taking too long to come. Her pussy was worn out from her boyfriend, and she needed a damn break. Can you believe that fucking shit?"
Randy gave Robert a look that could kill. "What if I could come up with a win-win solution to our problem? Would you give her another shot?"
"I can't stand the sight of her and even if I could, I don't have anything coming up that would be right for her. The crew on this film won't have her back and she has a hard-list longer than my dick."
"You let me worry about that. What else you got coming up?"
There was a long pause before Butch answered. "I did have the lead pull out of a BDSM shoot the day after tomorrow because her grandma died or some shit like that. You get Kayla onboard, personally escort her on-set, babysit her ass, and I'll give her a shot. She'd actually be a good fit for the role because there's a non-con element, and I'd love to turn the guys loose on her. They'll have her shitting herself."
Randy chuckled. "You gonna have a problem with her showing up with bruises or welts?"
"Hell no. In fact, it will save on some of the make-up. Just don't mark up her face."
"Got it. I'll give you a call back after I have my coaching session with her."
"Don't leave me hanging." The disgruntled director hung up.
Chapter 2
Kayla
Kayla was at a stop light a few minutes from her apartment when her phone lit up. She recognized the ring. It was her no-good agent, Robert. She'd expected his call but had hoped she would have made it home to her bottles of painkillers and wine before dealing with him.
She let it roll to voicemail, but his text arrived next. When the phone rang again, she was aggravated.
"Jesus, Robert. Stop calling! I'm driving."
She was greeted by silence. Kayla thought the call was dead and was about to press END when she heard him.
"Ms. Black. This is your new agent, Randy Ortiz. I'm glad to hear you are still in your car, because your presence is required at our office. I'll expect you here within the next thirty minutes."
More silence.
Kayla's pulse was racing at the menacing undertone of the caller. She managed a feeble response. "I think you have the wrong number."
Her brain knew he didn't. He was calling from Robert's office. He'd called her by name. Still, whom the hell did he think he was ordering her around? He worked for her, not the other way around.
His answering chuckle unsettled her more. "You may wish I had the wrong number by the end of the day, but I can assure you, you're the only one I'm interested in talking to right now. Now hang up and pay attention to your driving. Thirty minutes. You've already been late once today. I'd suggest you not repeat that error with me."
The call dropped.
"Shit."
Kayla whipped into the gas station she was passing. She needed to think. Her mind raced with the possibilities for why her agent wanted to see her so urgently. None of the reasons were good. She should have known that asshole director from today would have called Robert to cover his own ass.
Only two years ago she was one of the most prolific talents in the business, but she'd been in a slump the last year for personal reasons she hated to think about. She recently signed with Robert's agency because he promised he had the connections to get her the respect she deserved while reviving her career with meatier roles. So far, his promises hadn't been worth the paper their contract was written on.
Knowing he had the ability to fuck up her career royally if he wanted to, Kayla put the car in drive and turned back toward Burbank. Despite the warm weather, she shivered thinking about the confrontation ahead. She'd started the day being manhandled by her no-good boyfriend she had already decided needed to get booted to the curb. She’d then gone to work and had been treated like shit on the set by every man there, and now she was about to go head-to-head with not one but two alpha male agents. It was days like these that Kayla wished she had listened to her mom and stayed in college.
Chapter 3
Randy
Randy had just enough time to drive down the block to the local sex shop to pick up a few important items and get back to the office before his newest project arrived. He’d rather have taken the time to run home to grab his black play bag he used to take to Black Light, the private BDSM club. It was fully stocked with all of his favorite punishment implements, but he hadn’t wanted to risk being late for his important appointment.
He chuckled at how excited he was to be taking a more hands-on approach to his newest investment. He wasn't going to tell his cousin, but he'd never expected Bobby to be able to repay the outstanding loan. The truth was, Randy was bored. Jumping into the billion-dollar porn industry sounded like an excellent cure for the monotony.
He’d set things in motion months ago when he hired a lawyer to rewrite the contract the talent signed when joining their agency. As he had expected, Robert had been too lazy to notice the changes he'd injected regarding not only royalty rights, but also acceptable codes of conduct and corresponding punishments for failure to comply to the contract demands.
