“Hello. My name’s Rick. Can I ask you a few questions?” the man with the camera asked.
“Sure. What can I do for you?” replied the attractive blonde woman. The camera panned down over her figure, pausing on her ample breasts that seemed barely contained within her low-cut blouse.
“You have a great look. Love the glasses; you’re rocking the librarian look.”
“Thanks.”
“Some friends and I are making a film and we’re looking for some hot female leads. You have the look we’re trying to find.”
“Really? What look is that?”
“We’re making a film about women who are models by day but crime fighters by night. It’s called ‘Super Models’ and we’re looking for three women for lead roles.”
“What does this role entail? This isn’t some kind of porn thing is it?” she asked.
“Not at all. We’re film students and comic book geeks and this is our final project.”
“Do I need to audition or anything? I’ve never done any modeling or film work.”
“We have a studio nearby. I’ll give you the address and you can meet me there in an hour. No pressure; only come if you want.”
“Is there money involved?”
“Sure. We can’t pay you much, but if you’re in the movie, we’ll pay you what we can.”
“Do I need to bring anything to the audition?”
“Bring something you might wear if you were a model. Maybe a swimsuit or negligee.”
“I’ll be there. Let me run home really quick and get some stuff.”
*************
“I’m here,” the blonde woman said as she walked through the open door, a couple bags in her hand. “I brought the things you asked for.”
“Excellent.”
“How do you want to start?”
“Come sit over here, we can get some basics done and then do the audition.”
“Sure.”
“What’s your name? Can I verify your ID?”
“Crystal. Crystal McGovern. Here,” she said as she passed over her driver’s license. “I just turned 23 last month.”
“Very nice, happy belated birthday,” the man replied. “Where are you from?”
“I was born in Wisconsin, but moved out here for school; majoring in dance. I’ve been doing ballet since I was five.”
“That explains those phenomenal legs,” the man said as the camera panned down.
“Thanks.”
“You said you haven’t done any acting or modeling, so what interests you in this opportunity?”
“I’m always looking for something new, and maybe this will open some doors for me.”
“Why don’t you go behind that curtain and put on the outfit you brought and we’ll begin. I’ll go get my friends and be right back.”
The camera was placed on a table where it could see Crystal walk behind the indicated curtain. She emerged a couple minutes later in a dark blue bikini. The camera jostled as it was picked back up, “Looking good,” a different male voice said from off-camera.
“Thanks. Who are these guys?”
“That’s Steve and the other is Jamar. Let’s go over here and pose you in some shots.”
“Right here?”
“Yes. Why don’t you start by giving us your best pouty model look.”
“Like this?” Crystal asked, puffing out her lips while striking a pose.
“Great. Now let’s see your best super hero pose.”
The camera watched Crystal move through a series of poses and expressions.
“Do you feel comfortable enough to do some topless shots?”
“What? You said this wasn’t porn.”
“I know, but the script does have some nudity in it and we’d like to see what we’re working with. Professional models do nudity all the time.”
“I guess,” Crystal said, folding her arms behind her and unfastening her top. She pulled it off and quickly covered her breasts with her arms.
“It’s ok, put your arms down. Go back through the poses again.”
Crystal complied.
“Very nice; you’ve got a gorgeous body.”
“Thanks. It’s always been proud of my appearance.”
“I can see why you’re a dancer,” one of the other men said.
“Can you take off the bottoms, please?”
Crystal hesitated, but then slowly slid her bottoms off and kicked them aside.
“Very beautiful. A true goddess,” said the third man.
“Are we finished?” Crystal asked. “I’ve got an appointment across town in half an hour.”
“Sure. Get dressed. Sit back down and we’ll hammer out the details.”
The scene changed and focused on Crystal sitting at a table, a red plastic cup beside her and some paperwork in front of her. “Just sign here, and here, and here and we’ve got a deal.”
Crystal sipped on the drink and read the documents before picking up the pen and signing at the appropriate places. “When do we start shooting the movie?” she asked.
“Soon.”
Crystal seemed to realize she’d been drugged. Just before she passed out, she touched her glasses and they fell to the floor. The camera remained silently focused on Crystal for a few minutes. Finally, two pairs of hands grabbed her limp body and dragged her through the studio and dropped her onto a dirty, worn mattress. The camera watched as the men stripped her.
“Put the glasses back on her. I like the librarian look,” the man operating the camera said.
A loud noise off-camera startled the operator and he swung around in time to catch a glimpse of three men in black body armor charging into the room. The camera spun crazily before it crashed to the floor.
*************
“Rick” shifted nervously in the interview room at the police precinct. He was waiting for his lawyer to arrive. His jaw dropped when “Crystal” entered the room, a police shield clipped to her jacket.
“What the hell? Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Detective Meghan Mallory. You and your boys are in big trouble.”
“You’ve got nothing. When my lawyer gets here, he’s going to get me out of here.”
“We’ve got it all. The camera in my glasses filmed the entire thing. We synched its recording up to your recording . We’ve got it all…”