Her gaze worked around the room, purposefully avoiding me as we waited in silence for Nina to return. It was tense and awkward as hell.
It’s going to be like this every day.
“You can’t live here,” I said.
Her focus snapped to me, and her eyes narrowed. “Why’s that?”
“Because I’m going to live here.”
Her expression turned dark. “You can deal with it or find somewhere else to go.”
But there wasn’t anywhere else. I didn’t have the money to afford my own place, and I couldn’t crash on a friend’s couch until the end of the semester without my parents finding out. Nearly all of my friends were Sigs, too.
Nina returned from the kitchen with two glasses of water and a set of black folders tucked under her arm. She plunked Madison’s glass down first, followed by one of the folders, before doing the same for me.
“Go ahead and open them.” She sank down into the chair at the head of the table.
I flipped it open and pulled out the papers. It was another contract, only this one was much longer than the one I’d signed earlier tonight.
“These are your offer letters,” she said. “The figure at the left is the rent amount, and the one on the right is what we pay for content. If you do four videos a month, you’ll cover rent.” She put her hands on the table and laced her fingers together. “There’s no requirement or limit on how much work you can do. If you want to do more and earn extra money, great. If you want to do less than one video a week, you’ll need to cover the difference.”
“How long do they need to be?” Madison asked.
“It depends on the performance. Solo scenes are like ten minutes. Ones with a partner can be as short as twenty. It could be as quick as a handjob or maybe a blowjob, but it could also be longer than an hour. It’s whatever the content calls for. We also have ‘story’ scenes, which have plot and staging, and usually involve multiple people.” Nina shot a sexy smile toward the girl across from me. “We can check that threesome box you were interested in, Madison.”
Madison’s gaze dropped, and as she stared at the contract on the table in front of her, she blinked rapidly, trying to cover her embarrassment.
“Two guys and a girl?” I couldn’t stop myself; I was dying to know. “Or two girls and a guy?”
She sucked in a breath, rolled her shoulders back, and leveled a defiant gaze at me. “Both.”
Her expression screamed she wasn’t going to be shamed by me, but that hadn’t been my intent. I’d only been curious. And I needed to stop underestimating her. Her gaze was searing and impressive, making me wonder if she’d been forged by fire.
Nina motioned toward the contracts in front of us. “There’s no requirement on the number of videos, but we do expect variety. You can’t turn in only solos, for example. Petal Productions is less than a year old, so we’re still growing our library. But we’ll help you come up with ideas for different content. The house meets every Monday night at nine, where we pitch ideas and set the schedule for the week.”
She paused, maybe to give us a moment to digest the information.
“If it sounds like more of a time commitment than you’re looking for, keep in mind we can shoot multiple scenes in one day. You can start with a solo scene, then add in a partner or two.”
My mind immediately latched on to the idea of me with Madison and another girl. I’d never found two girls willing to try a threesome before, and although I was straight, I wasn’t opposed to sharing a girl with another guy, but it hadn’t happened. So like Madison, I wouldn’t mind checking the threesome box off my bucket list.
“Do you have any questions so far?”
Madison was going to ask something, but I beat her to it. “How many people are in the house?”
“It’s me and Scott, plus Abbie and Jaquan. Occasionally, we have other people come in as guest stars, but we like to have six in the house. We had a performer leave in December and another in February, so we’ve been looking for a while, and we’re anxious to fill those spots.” She glanced at Madison. “What did you want to ask?”
She glanced toward me. “That was my question, too.”
“Okay. Any other questions before we continue?” When we both shook our heads, she pushed back from the table and stood. “If you accept the offer, you’ll need submit to regular STD testing, and birth control is required for all our female performers. You won’t have to pay for that. All those costs will be covered by the company.”
She strolled to the side table, slid open a drawer, and fished out two pens.