What are your personal limits? (Please provide details.)
Are you willing to experiment with new things?
Have you ever been convicted of a sex-related crime?
Part of me wanted to laugh, but the other part of me was a little scared. I wanted to ask the Becks if the questions were for real. What were the actors in the movies doing? When I glanced at Bailey, I saw him writing like a scholar, so I kept my mouth shut so as not to reveal my naïvety when it came to things of a sexual nature.
I answered the questions and signed the bottom of the application with my alias. I was already committing fraud by not using my real information, but I didn’t plan to make a porn movie, regardless of the pay.
My companion handed me his clipboard, and I carried them to Becks before returning to my seat. I turned to whisper, “If I gotta embarrass myself, you’re doing it to, my friend.”
Bailey glanced around, seeing the two women I’d clocked when we came into the office. They were both beautiful with hourglass figures and low-cut dresses. The brunette walked over to the desk. “What time does the transport come? We’ve been waiting an hour.”
Becks stared at her before glancing at the clock on the wall. “I told you the transport comes at eleven and runs every two hours until midnight. You two chose to get here at nine. You’re welcome to leave and come back at eleven.” Becks stood from her desk and walked out of the waiting room.
Bailey turned to the women. “What’s the transport for?”
The blonde woman turned to us and smiled. “Hi. I’m Brandy. Are you guys waiting for the transport?” Her voice was high-pitched enough that I waited for dogs to start howling.
I spoke up. “Transport to where?”
“Out to the house. The studio owns a house in North Las Vegas. A private home is under far less scrutiny than filming here in the city. I’m Candy.” That was the brunette who had recited that spiel like it was written on a brochure.
Bailey chuckled softly. “Brandy and Candy. Do you film together?”
Brandy smiled. “Sometimes. We’d happily film with either of you.”
It was my turn to laugh. “That’s good to know.”
The office door opened, and four young guys came inside, all talking at once. One stood out as he went to the reception desk and opened a notebook on top of it. I elbowed Bailey and tilted my head toward the guy. Bailey’s eyes scanned the room before landing on the kid.
Boyd Newton.
We both stood, and I turned my back to the room to shield Bailey from being seen. “What do you want to do?”
“Well, those other three are the ones I caught him with the other night, and they ran off when I grabbed him, so they’re no threat. The women probably aren’t a threat. I say we nab him and take him somewhere to talk.” Bailey glanced at the floor, so I turned, just in time for Boyd to spot me.
“Shit!” He made a run for the door, but Bailey was faster. He picked the guy up around his waist and hauled him out in what appeared to be a football carry. I hurried out behind them.
Boyd started screaming, so Bailey headed to the stairwell. “Shut the fuck up before I beat your ass. You’re going to talk to me, you little shit.” He swung Boyd over his shoulder and ran like the wind.
We ran down ten flights of stairs and out the back door of the Carson Building into a parking garage. Bailey hurried to a dark part of the garage, where a tent had been set up because repairs were being made to the overhead pipes. Bailey took Newton inside, me right behind them.
There was scaffolding set up with an open toolbox on top. I lifted the carrier off to find a roll of duct tape in the bottom, so I grabbed it, ripping off a piece to put over Newton’s loud fucking mouth so he’d stop screaming.
