Mark clapped his hands and grinned at that. "A very professional attitude! Thankfully, we<em>do</em>sometimes film at the office here, for veracity." He walked to the door, opened it a crack, and called out, "Linda, we'll need a camera." Shutting it and turning back to Helena, he said, "Go ahead and put your clothes back on for the moment. It'll be better to have you strip on it."<br/><br/>He handed the folder to her. "You'll find a contract in there, for you to do a single scene for our<em>Casting Couch</em>series. There's a script as well. It will include oral and vaginal, and the pay will be one thousand in cash, which I will pay immediately upon completion."<br/><br/>As he spoke, he pulled out a pen as well and offered it to her. "This is standard for us, actually. Early on, we found that about a fifth of the girls we'd recruit simply wouldn't show up, or would call with an excuse why they couldn't, or would come and then decide they couldn't go through with it." He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Unfortunately, while we don't wish to force anyone, when that would happen, we would still have to pay the co-star for showing up, the camera operator, the lighting people, the makeup artists, pay for the studio rental... well, you get the idea. A single girl bowing out could put us back half a day and as much as ten thousand dollars. And juries in America have no sympathy for an adult film studio trying to sue a girl for their losses because she wouldn't perform... and most of the girls don't have the money to pay us back in any case."<br/><br/>A polite knock came at the door. "I've got the camera, sir."