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"We seem to have a bit of a misunderstanding going here. When I tell you to apologize for being a rude and vulgar bitch, I want you to apologize. Now." He tightened his grip on her neck.
"I'm sorry." It was lame, but it was a start.
"Tell her what you're sorry for."
"I'm... sorry... for..." He could feel her pounding pulse against his fingers. "For pushing you."
He made her wait a few long seconds before he released her. "Now, take a seat. I have some important matters to talk with you about."
Patty retreated, closing the door behind her as Randy's new client rounded on him.
"Who the hell are you exactly?"
"I'm your new agent and I'm the person who is going to teach you how to be a professional."
"No. You're a lunatic and I'm leaving."
Randy didn't hesitate. He grabbed her biceps and pushed backwards until she sat down hard in the chair in front of the desk. Once he was relatively sure she would stay put, he returned to the executive chair on the other side of desk. When their eyes met, he could see her debating her options. That’s when he saw the first flicker of fear.
He decided to reward her for keeping her ass in the chair. "That's a good girl."
Her pupils flared at his condescending comment. Interesting. He liked watching her response to his dominance.
Throughout the entire exchange his cousin remained on the periphery, watching with fascination. Randy motioned him to take the chair next to Kayla.
When they were all seated and had sat in silence for almost a full minute Randy finally addressed them both. "Now, Ms. Black, let's start over, shall we? It's nice to meet you. I am Randy Ortiz, Robert's financier and cousin. I am now his partner and effective immediately, I am taking over the day-to-day management of the talent."
"Listen. The only management you two need to do is get me bookings. You should just do your job and let me do mine."
"Like you did your job today for Butch Jensen?"
He saw the guilt in her eyes. Good. That meant she knew she fucked up. That would work in his favor.
"I don't know what that jerk told you, but it's all lies."
"Really? So, you didn't show up forty-five minutes late to the set?"
"Well... yeah... but... I had a few problems at home this morning. It wasn't my fault." Randy watched her closely and didn't miss her shifting uncomfortably in her chair. She was holding back something, and he wanted to know what it was.
"Every other person involved in the production managed to get there on time, so I beg to differ. I can assure you, today will be the last day you ever show up late to a shoot. How about showing up unprepared to film?"
She crossed her arms defensively. "What's the big deal? Lots of girls take their showers to clean up after they get to the set."
"And that would have been fine if you hadn't already been forty-five minutes late. And then there is the constant bitching over not having sparkling water, not having your own dressing room, and refusal to follow the direction during an anal scene."
She jumped up out of her seat. "Listen, you try being on display 24x7 with the leaches they employ in this industry. Every asshole thinks because I'm a porn star I automatically want to suck them off. I deserve some privacy for at least a few minutes. More importantly, anal is on my hard-list!"
Randy gave her his best dominant glare until she slowly sank back into her chair. He purposefully made her wait for his quiet response. "And yet you signed the contract for the film. A contract that clearly outlined the requirements of the shoot, including anal sex." He opened her file and handed her the contract for today's film. "Is that your signature, Ms. Black?"
"Yes, but..."
"There is no but. You signed it. You do the scene."
"I don't do anal!"
"Correction. You never used to do anal. From now on, you will do anal if and when the script calls for it."
"You don't understand. I just can't... I mean... please, just trust me that I can't do anal." She was pleading.
