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One of his brows arches, creating tiny expression lines on his forehead. "Do you know what company this is?"
"Um, yes… I do.”
“I bet you do.” Another gross smirk.
Something about this man seems so perverse, so sick and twisted, and I’m starting to think this is not such a great idea after all. Maybe I should keep trying my luck with the fucking commercials. "I'm sorry, I think maybe I should...um…" When I lean down to grab my purse, he burst out in laughter.
"Relax, chicken. I'm not the Big Bad Wolf. I'm a professional man..." He opens a desk drawer and pulls out a piece of paper. "Before I can discuss things with you, I just need you to sign this waiver so I know you aren't going to sue my ass for offending you or sexualharassmentor some shit like that." He tosses the paper across the desk, and I stare down at it. "Sorry," he says, "I only have one for the actors, but the legal implications are the same...well, except for the second interview, but I don't do second interviews for clerical positions."
I pick the piece of paper up and read over the print:
Hudson MatthewProductions, LLC
Waiver of sexual harassment
Initial Interview
Actor
I, __________, understand that the information I am about to be presented with is confidential. I am aware that if I agree to continue with this interview, there may be topics I find offensive and/or inappropriate. I understand that no part of my body will be touched, and I will not be asked to remove any clothing, nor perform any sexual acts. I understand that if at any time I feel uncomfortable and do not wish to continue with the interview process, I may simply say so and leave.
*In the event that I am asked todisrobe or touched in a sexual manner, this waiver becomes null and void. *This clause only applies to the firstinterview. I understand that if I am asked to return for a secondinterview, another waiver will need to be signed at that time.
__________________
Printed name
_______________________________
Signature Date
“Any questions,” he asks.
I shake my head, and he hands a silver pen to me.
"My assistant had to take early maternity leave, so you’re helping me out of a bind here. I’ll pay you well. David told me you’d be going on auditions, so I’ll be flexible with your time.” He arches both brows. “And anytime you want to audition for one of my movies, just say the word. I would love to have Elsa get plowed by Kristoff.”
I laugh too loudly because is he serious right now?
Taking the pen from his hand, my gaze drops back to the waiver. "So..." I swallow. "I'd just do stuff for you, like professional—administrative stuff." I’ve heard fluffers don’t exist, but I’m not taking a chance with that. I am not giving some random guy head between takes to keep his dick up.
"Well, I mean, what I deem professional may not be professional to you, chicken. Professionalism in anindustry where it's commoncourtesyto come on your coworker is a little different, you know?" He nods toward the waiver. "But we can start the interview and discuss all the details of the job once you sign on that little line."
“…and then I figure maybe tie her up or some shit…not like BDSM shit, just you know…” I sit staring at the wall. Hudson’s running his mouth about some shit he wants to be done on the next scene, but I can’t focus on him. It takes him ten minutes to say what most people can get out in thirty seconds.
“Johnny!”
“Huh?” When I look up, he’s staring at me.
“What are you, fucking high? No drugs in the building guys.”
“No, I’m not high. I just zoned out.”
“Well, zone back in. You and Vee have another scene tomorrow, and you and Brandi are gonna have one on Tuesday.”
“Okay,” I shrug.
Hudson sits back down behind his desk, pulls out the keyboard, and furiously types over the keys before flipping the monitor around to face me. “Look at that!”
