"You should know that if you sign the contract, you're subject to my ultimate authority," Zoro said very
matter of factly, glancing over his shoulder at you. "I'm your judge, jury, and executioner, little boy..keep
that in mind, no matter if you think you're safely in the arms of your lycan princess or not." He smiled a
rather sinister and leering grin at you, indicating that he'd like nothing more than for you to give him the
excuse to kill you. You didn't acknowledge him, instead simply focusing on not showing any fear at all. You
didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
He led you back up to the main floor, where the "official" business took place and back to the office you'd
been in with Ms. Adair the previous night. She glanced up at the two of you. "That will be all, Zoro," she
said, sounding every bit annoyed as she had on the intercom. He inclined his head and left without saying a
word.
"Sit," she commanded you, gesturing to a chair in front of her desk. You complied almost before it dawned on
you that you had. She smiled. "At least you listen well enough," she said, giving you a backhanded compliment
of sorts. You cleared your throat nervously as she filled out some paperwork in front of her and acted as if
you weren't there.
"So, you saw what Jenny was," she said.
"Yeah," you replied. "I have to admit that I wasn't thinking THAT when you talked fetish photography."
Ms. Adair smirked at you, though she seemed to be amused by your comment. "Nobody does. Over half our
clientele thinks that it's all done with photoshop or special effects. Every now and again, we do release a
bodypaint or photoshopped set to maintain the illusion."
"And that makes money?" you asked, rather incredulous.
"The adult entertainment industry is one of the few recession-proof industries in the world. Everyone will
always love sex. We have a standard front company for the more mundane fetishes..softcore, artistic, blowjob,
lesbian..those sites make solid money, day in and day out. However, people with more...fringe fetishes are
willing to pay a higher premium for access to new material for their arousal. That's where the lower level
brings in the top dollar income." She smiled. "A normal one-month subscription to any of our standard sites is
roughly ten dollars a month. Our supernatural sites start at twenty five."
"Even so..they're fringe..I'd have to wonder at the viability of people who get off watching girls turn into
werewolves," you said. "It's not like there's this huge community of people who are into werewolf sex."
"LYCANS, Mr. Anderson. LYCANS," Ms. Adair snapped at you firmly.
"Right..lycans," you replied. "Jenny already corrected me on that one..sorry, it's a bit of a habit."
"One you'd be wise to break. No lycan appreciates the term. It's degrading. And there are far more humans into
the fetish than you'd expect, though as with any fetish, the majority are much quieter about it. Also..you
realize that there are also lycans that enjoy pornography as well, right?"
"I hadn't really thought about it, but it does make sense," you agreed.
"We also don't have JUST lycans here..we have vampires,gamma beasts, zombies, and other species of animal
shifter, including cats and foxes, in addition to some other, more nonthreatening animals, like horses or
cows. We cater to EVERY supernatural fetish you can imagine," she informed you. "In addition to still
photography, we film each and every photoshoot and sell the videos..and to our most trusted premium customers,
we offer more...intimate encounters with some of our girls."
"You pimp them out??" you ask, rather shocked.
"STOP IT, MR. ANDERSON," she said firmly, glaring at you. "The girls are all free to choose if they wish to
participate in such things. Well, aside from the zombies..they..don't have much free will, or the ability to
express it. But any of our sentient supernaturals can choose whether or not to make themselves available. This
isn't some immoral operation; my first concern is to protect the secret of the existence of all of the breeds,
and then to make sure each and every employee is both safe and well provided for. You can feel free to ask any
of the girls if they enjoy what they do; I guarantee you that each one will say yes. I empower them to feel
sexually alive and comfortable, regardless of what shape they might take or what species they might be.
Without me, every one of these girls would be living a life of a much lower standard. And if you sign on the
line, I assure you that YOU will also live at a much higher standard."
"How much are we talking about?" You were highly curious.
"A thousand dollars per shoot, and you'll be expected to do at least two shoots a week, possibly more. You'll
be making at least a hundred thousand dollars a year before taxes. Due to some legal ass-covering we do,
you're going to be listed as a subcontractor, so you'll have to fill out a 10-99 form. We pay cash, and we
don't take the taxes out for you. I'm fairly certain that's a higher standard than you've ever lived at as an
adult."
Your jaw was nearly on the floor. How much money was this place making that they could pay you so much?
"Uhh..shit..where do I sign?"
Ms. Adair smirked knowingly. "I have everything right here." She handed you a stack of papers, each one of
which had the standard "Sign/initial/date" line at the bottom. When you finished, she pulled out a large
syringe. "Just one last thing," she said as she got up and moved over to you, gripping your wrist firmly and
inserting the needle into your vein rather expertly. You started to pull away, but she held you steady. "Don't
jerk away, you could blow a vein or worse."
"What the hell is that for?" you asked her, trying to hide your panic.
"So if you ever try to screw us over," she said. "Any of our hunter units can find you NO MATTER WHERE YOU
HIDE with this. It's our security policy."
"But..I thought you said I'd be free to end employment whenever I wanted," you protested.
"You most certainly can. However, we will hold onto this in perpetuity. You gave us permission on page four.
If for any reason we think you aren't holding to the terms of your NDA, or we think you're working against us,
whether you're in our employ or not, we reserve the right to do what we can to protect ourselves." She smiled
rather coldly. "But you're going to be a good and happy employee..and an honorable former one, if it should
come to that, aren't you?"
"Y..yeah," you said, letting her finish taking your blood. She labeled it and laid it aside for the moment.
"Good; I had a solid feeling about you, though not as good as Jenny did, apparently," she said, her voice
going unreadable as she mentioned Jenny. "You realize you're NOT her personal photographer, yes?"
"Well..yeah, I figured as much," you replied, doing what you could to try and ignore the veiled threat Ms.
Adair had used on you moments earlier.
"Good. She's one of our most popular girls, so you'll often be the photographer, but if we overuse her,
Jenny's value drops. We actually have fifteen different lycan girls, so you'll be photographing them as well,
along with any other supernaturals we assign you to shoot. We also have a couple other photographers on
staff..you can imagine things get very busy during the full moon around here. So sometimes while she might be
doing a shoot, it will be with another person there." She watched you closely for a reaction. You did what you
could to hide anything she might use against you.
"That's fine. This is about professionalism, not personal attachment," you said, hoping that was what she
wanted to hear. Ms. Adair raised an eyebrow at you, but didn't call you a liar, much to your relief.
"Good. I was hoping to hear you say that. You wouldn't be the first employee to get attached to one of our
girls, and not the first to get attached to Jenny either. A bit of friendly advice..most of our lycan girls
are..more than happy to play around with their photographers after a shoot. We've noticed that most of the
shifters in general seem to have a high level of sexual arousal after transformation or reversion. Don't read
anything into a shifter's willingness to sleep with you," she was particularly emphatic on the point, and you
wondered if she was giving you genuine advice, or if there was an ulterior motive.
"I'll keep that in mind," you replied.
"We obviously..don't care if you have sex with any of the models, once the work is done. But under no
circumstances should you be interfering with the shoot by trying to have sex with them in any way. Giving them
instructions like "Look at me," or "Open your shirt more" are fine, though the girls might not listen to
you..but we can at least edit those out of the recording in post-production. I'll make sure you're clear on
anything else before your shoot, as we often have specific things we're looking for you to get shots of."
"Alright," you said. "Anything else?"
Ms. Adair pulled a keycard out of her desk. "This is your temporary card until we can get a new one made for
you. It will give you full access to anywhere in the facility, though please use good judgement. If you choose
to leave the complex, be back here at six pm for your first shoot. Otherwise, feel free to get to know some of
the other girls, or other employees here."
You took the card from her and then got up to leave.
"Oh, and Mr. Anderson?" she said. You turned, not sure of what to expect from this rather enigmatic woman.
"Welcome to the team." She smiled rather warmly, though her eyes remained cold.
"Thanks," you said as cheerily as you could muster.