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This story is meant for adult readers only. It contains imaginary depictionsof violence and ideas that may be physically impossible or absurd. It is notintended to convey or condone the idea of violence or sexual activities involvinganyone under the legal age of consent, nor is it meant to contain representationsof actual people or institutions. If you qualify to read this and like bizarrefantasies, I hope you enjoy it.

The Breast Test, Chapter 1

© Aiken 2005, all rights reserved

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Elaine's day off was turning out to be even more boring than the usual. Oprahand Cosmopolitan offered little help. She tossed both magazines aside and pickedup the newspaper, already broken apart from an earlier reading with her morning'scoffee.

"I didn't read all of the arts section yet," she mused, "Andit's only 9. Maybe there's a book signing or art show I can still make." Onimpulse she began looking from the back of the section this time, her eyesscanning the creative classifieds, theatre auditions and various want ads.Other than a brief job as a prop assistant years earlier, Elaine never workedin show business, but it always intrigued her. Then she saw the line ad, listedunder Actress, Help Wanted Part Time:

"Woman needed for short screen tests. B-cup bra size or larger.
Actingexperience is helpful but not required. No sex involved."

"What in the world?" she smiled. "That cuts right to the chasedoesn't it?"

She finished looking at the other ads, then read up on the latest doings inSoho, Tribeca and Greenwich Village. It appeared the mini-arts festival washer best bet. It was going on today and tomorrow, and might be lovely at sundownwhen the summer streets cooled off. An outdoor concert would follow, then aclassical film festival both nights.

Elaine noted she could continue being utterly lazy, take a leisurely bathand still have time to dress and leave by 2 o'clock. She could grab a bowlof soup at the deli and take the C train to the arts district, ready to havefun by 4:00.

Suddenly she found herself staring at the ad again, studying the spare businesslikerequest. It said everything yet nothing. A murky tingle began to form in herspine.

"Woman needed for short screen tests. B-cup bra size or larger.
Actingexperience is helpful but not required. No sex involved."

"What am I doing with this silly ad again?" shethought, "DoI qualify for the job? Yes of course. And so does every other medium attractive25-year-old blondie in the city."

It wasn't like she needed work. Elaine had a good job, almost too good. Thirtyhours a week at an executive office lease agency paid all her bills and more.Her three-day weekends offered her plenty of time to indulge her idle interests,stoking her love of literature and the arts, plus an occasional dalliance withboyfriends.

"God only knows what this job is, what it pays or what they expect fromthe girl," She wondered.

That's when Elaine's tingle got the best of her. Here on a Friday morningwhoever it was behind this bleak advertisement should be a mere phone callaway.

"Bearden Films. Where can I direct your call?" a woman's voice answeredpleasantly.

"Ah, I'm calling about a classified ad in today's weekend section..." Elainebegan.

"The film tests, yes," the voice interrupted, "You have a B-cupor bigger?"

"Yes, that was in the ad. I'm just wondering what kind of acting it..."

"The job hasn't been filled yet," the woman injected sweetly. "It'spart time. You set your own hours. Do you consider yourself a durable, activekind of woman, ma'am?"

"What? Sure, I'm healthy and strong, but what does the..."

"You don't bruise easily do you, ma'am?"

"What do you mean by that?" This was getting odder by the second.

"These short movies can be strenuous at times," replied the woman, "Sortof like stunt work, only not dangerous at all. Women who don't bruise easilycan often do better. Would you say that you bruise very easily, ma'am?"

"Um, no, I don't guess so," Elaine answered, more puzzled than ever.

"That's all I need to know," the woman said, sounding quite satisfied,but no more informative, "Should we schedule an interview for you?"

"I'd like to know more about the job first if I could..." Elainesaid.

"That's all I can give out by phone," the woman replied, "otherthan to say it pays well. You'll get all the details during a personal interview.We had a postponement, so Miss Pearle can see you at 12:45 today. Or we have2:45 on Tuesday. We're in the flatiron district of Manhattan. Shall I put youdown for one of those two times?"

Elaine knew it was bizarre to pretend she needed another job right now. Butmoney wasn't the object. She needed to know what they were being secretiveabout. She had the time and the curiosity. So what could happen? Either sheexposed their scam or she made a bundle of cash on her time off, and wasn'tit time she was having trouble filling anyway?

"Yes, put me down for 12:45," Elaine said, doing the math in herhead. She would skip her decadent bath hour, take a shower and be on the downtowntrain by 11:15. The receptionist took Elaine's name, gave her good directions,and closed with some helpful advice.

"I recommend business attire for your interview, Miss Travis," shesaid, "And don't worry about the acting skills. I bet you'll be great.Good luck and we'll see you at 12:45."

People had been telling Elaine to consider show business for years, alwaysteasing her about her good looks going to waste. Even though she didn't needa new job, maybe she should give it a shot, she thought. Careers had startedon larks before. It didn't always have to be about obsessive artists, burningdesires or schools of hard knocks. It could sometimes be about a cute girlstuck in a rut and catching a break.

After her shower Elaine blew her hair dry, flossed her teeth and applied makeup.But she kept turning the ad around in her brain. It didn't make sense. Shortfilms requiring a certain breast size? And why bring up sex? Certainly a concernabout girls' breasts might beg the question. But something about saying 'nosex' in the ad made the ad, well, sexual. It was nearly the same as when thelady on the phone said, "not dangerous at all."

The warning about bruising made no sense either. So now we've got breasts,no sex and girls possibly being bruised. Non-sexual friendly bruises to besure. Meanwhile the pay was good enough to brag about. Another alarm bell!Everything about the ad seemed illicit somehow or mildly carnal. But it wasan established film company in prosperous Manhattan offices, with businesslikewomen seeing their applicants by the numbers. Where did all that leave Elaine?Nowhere.

Strangest thing of all was the damnable itch she felt in her crotch. Why shouldthis be turning her on so? Pulling on her beige pantyhose and pumps she couldn'tavoid thinking about the situation, nor her impulse to go out on the mysteryinterview. She felt an urgent wetness forming in her vagina and decided totuck a pad in her panty gusset. Dabbing on a bit more perfume than usual shetold herself to think about something different. Buttoning up her white silkblouse her fingers trembled slightly.

"Damn it, just relax," she told herself, zipping up a green silkskirt in back and adjusting her slip, "It would be embarrassing to blowan interview, even when the job is irrelevant. No, especially then. If thisis acting, it's time for me to act... cool and confident." She slippedon the jacket that matched her skirt and took a deep cleansing breath.

By the time she brushed her hair and left the apartment Elaine was composedagain, plotting the rest of her afternoon. After the interview she could stopfor a proper lunch, perhaps at the Comfort Diner, one of her favorite hauntsnear the flatiron building. They employed some of New York's cutest waiters.After that she would be back on schedule for the arts festival. She thoughtof calling her friend Wendy. But today seemed a good time to go it alone, keepingall her options open. If she got in the mood to meet someone new she'd be alittle overdressed for the boys, but not for men. Who knows, if she nailedthe job she might feel like celebrating a little.

***

Elaine stepped off the elevator onto the 24th floor. It seemed to be dividedinto two office areas, Coates Industries to the right and Bearden Films onthe left. Just inside the glass doors sat a young brunette who turned out tobe the woman she'd spoken to, "Miss Travis?" the woman asked, "Hi,I'm Reeba, and you're just the way I pictured you."

Taken aback slightly by an all too friendly greeting, Elaine returned thesmile warmly and glanced around the entry area. Polished wooden walls, designerchairs and a host of exotic plants gave it a pricey, professional look. Thiswas the kind of lease that would make her a nice bonus for renewing. But onecouldn't see beyond the entry area; no hallways or other employees were evident.Two doorways were set almost seamlessly into the wood-sheathed expanse behindthe bulwark of Reeba's desk.

"You're a little early which is great," Reeba said brightly, "Takethese and fill them out please. Don't worry if you don't have all the info.We can add more to it later."

The receptionist handed her a clipboard with several sheets of questions onit. The first page asked all of the usual job application things - personalcontact info, previous schooling, employment history, medical concerns if any.The next two pages were surprising. They asked Elaine to break down her currentschedule for a typical two-week period, hour by hour. What her usual bed timeswere, when she reported to work, took meals, read, exercised, saw movies, hungout with friends. Everything.

At the end of her two-week itinerary was a 24-hour slot all by itself, andthat day was today. The form asked her to include as much detail as possiblefor the full two weeks and especially today.

A little key was provided with lots of tiny symbols for her to select andscribble into each hourly slot. Thankfully the form didn't ask about her sexualroutine directly, but it included a symbol for "intimate time" whichcould stand for sex, and "bathing and personal needs" which she supposedwould include things like masturbation. It was a surprisingly invasive questionnaireshe thought, but its use of euphemisms was very helpful, like ?fun with friends? insteadof drunken parties, or ?reading periodicals? in place of ogling gossip mags.Plus the fact that she didn't have to write down anything but little symbolsmade it terribly easy. So she wasn't really offended by the process. In fact,when finished she glanced over the resulting time map and was intrigued withthe informative results. This was her life all right.

She came to the final two pages and both were contracts. One was a standardmodel release. It stated she was not supposed to sign it until she contractedwith the film company pending her interview. It was provided to disclose thatBearden would be sole owner of all film rights in the event of her contractingto appear in their films, and that payment for her acting services would bea one-time affair.

The other form was to be signed immediately however. It was a confidentialityagreement, stating that Bearden Films produced documentaries and research films,often of a sensitive or sometimes proprietary nature. Thus none of the informationdiscussed during her interview or indeed during any employment as their actresscould be spoken of outside of Bearden staff and management without writtenpermission.

"OK," Elaine thought, "We're finally getting somewhere now.Documentaries and research films."

Elaine had heard of confidentiality forms before. They were common with firmspreparing to launch new product lines and wanting to keep them secret. Shehad never signed one until today. As she scribbled her name at the bottom ofit she felt slightly honored to be trusted with a company's special secrets,albeit by a secret pact.

"Thank you, Miss Travis," Reeba said, taking the forms. "Makeyourself comfortable for a few minutes, okay? I'll call you the minute it'stime to see Miss Pearle." Reeba's enthusiasm seemed as steady as it wassincere.

Elaine flipped through magazines for several minutes. They were all film trades,but seemed to feature the industrial side of movie making, like camera dollysystems or lighting innovations. Not a lot to interest her there, but thingswere at least looking a little less sleazy now. Judging by the form she justsigned Bearden made movies according to their industrial clients' or researchers'needs. Logically their vendors would be reading magazines like these. It wasbeginning to make sense to her, well, except for all that boob-size business.

"Ok, maybe they have a client making hell's own push up bra," Elaineguessed, which brought a smile to her lips. The smile was still fresh whenReeba caught her eye.

"She's ready to see you now, Miss Travis," the girl said excitedly.

To Elaine, Miss Pearle's office actually seemed to belong to someone in thefilm business. Stacks of folders were arrayed across her desk and down twolong tables, submissions of projects or rewrites perhaps. Pearle's walls heldcertificates of film industry awards, mostly from organizations Elaine didn'trecognize. Everywhere she looked Elaine saw bookshelves with bound reportsor large calendars with names and schedules written out in colored pens. Thislooked to be the office of a very busy and highly organized woman, an attractivewoman at that.

"Hello Miss Pearle," Elaine said, extending her slim hand. Pearlecame around her desk to greet her applicant. The woman seemed tall, a willowybrunette with red highlights. She wore a cream color blouse and dark pantscut narrow at the ankles to show off some rather tall black pumps. She hadlight freckles across most of her face and nose. She was proud of them andmade no attempt to cover them with powder or base despite a penchant for lotsof eye makeup and cheek toner.

"Call me Trina," Pearle replied with an engaging smile, and shookthe proffered hand with warmth. "Sit down please. It says here you'venever acted on film before. But you carry yourself well and you are quite attractive.Is acting something you've thought of doing?"

"Many times," Elaine smiled, "I am employed currently and doingfine. But people keep telling me I should act. So... I suppose I should giveit a try sometime or other."

"Good. From your application it appears you have a good job. If you contractwith Bearden we can supplement your income and give you experience at the sametime. Our goal is to jeopardize nothing, allow you to do all the things youdo now, or as many of them as possible. Typically our actresses log about tenfilm-hours a week, and those times are structured into all of their currentlife and work schedules."

Elaine blinked. "I suppose that's why you needed those time logs I filledout."

"Quite right," the woman replied. "In case you don't know yetBearden specializes in product test films, re-enactments and documentaries.Our test clients are often just as interested in the performances of our actressesas they are in improving the products they design or sell. It makes our jobcomplicated but they pay us well so we in turn pay well. We start actressesout at seven film hours per week, usually documented in 30 to 45-minute increments.We pay by film minutes, not by hours."

Elaine grappled with this for a moment, a hundred questions forming in herhead, but she waited for Pearle to continue.

"You'll begin at $11 a minute," said Pearle. "That translatesto $330 per half hour, or a little over $4500 a week, not counting bonuses." Thewoman paused for a moment to let her words sink in.

Elaine was flabbergasted. It was nearly $20,000 a month for a seven hour aweek gig. It was at least $3,000 more a month than the money she currentlyearned fulltime. And ten hour a week actresses earned even more!

"Um," she said, somehow containing her excitement balloon, "So...what's the catch."

"I had a feeling I'd like you," Pearle smiled, "It's alwaysimportant to know the down side of things. There are indeed a few of them here.Number one, you can't quit your current job for this one. In fact your workhere is conditional on keeping at least 85 percent of your current scheduleintact. That time report you filled out is indeed the way you enjoy livingyour life. So we're serious about not wanting to restructure it. Obviouslysome of our actresses take this harder than others. It can be a little likewinning a lottery and yet not being able to stop their job at the saw mill."

"I see," Elaine said, trying to feel the scope of the woman's demand. "Itdoes seem odd, but I think I could deal with that. I guess the better thingsare going at the time the easier it would be to keep the film and life schedulesintact. I have to admit I am blessed with an awfully good work situation rightnow."

"Good point. Yes, you do seem very fortunate," Pearle said a bitdarkly, "But we are talking only in time lines here, rough outlines, notin the actual difficulty factors of being an actress for Bearden Films. Thisbrings me to the next part of the decision facing you. Did Reeba mention thestrenuousness of filming sometimes?"

"Yes, she did," Elaine answered, "Is that why you stick tosuch brief films?"

"Yes, not only to fit the scenes into each week, but to recover fromany problems you may have. As the saying goes, if it were so darn easy everyonewould be doing it. In a few minutes I will show you a short film, samples ofthe kind of work we would have you do. As our ad says there is no sex involved.But the situations are dramatic, stressful, and our actresses, though challengedare not physically harmed. If you decide not to pursue a part-time career withBearden, I would understand. Or if on the other hand you have more questions,we can go over them. And if you are sure you can handle what you see and wantto develop your acting ability with us, I'll offer you a 60-day-trial agreementthat would start from today. Does that sound fair?"

"Yes, very fair," Elaine said, breathlessly trying to grasp thebig picture. Sixty days. That would put almost $40,000 extra cash in her pocket.What was there to quibble over? She couldn't believe she had arrived here 30minutes before, assuming the ad was a hoax or a lowlife con job of some kind.But here she was, ready to sign on Trina Pearle's dotted line, eager to getstarted on a high-paid auxiliary acting career.

"There is another requirement too," Pearle said, "Actressesmust be independent. Because our guidelines are unusual and privacy agreementsare needed we contract only with them and never an agent or agency. That'swhy we'll seek new talent and try to give promising hopefuls like you a start.When you signed the agreement in our front office it meant more to me thanyour being bound to confidentiality about what we discuss. It also meantyou didn't have an agent either. Because no one would sign such a waiver withoutconsulting their agent first if they had one."

"I see. So is this why you advertise in some unorthodox ways?"

"Yes, Elaine," Pearle replied, "There are reasons for everythingwe do. Now, are you ready to view our film samples?"

Elaine nodded her head. It was time to see what her new job required of her.

Trina Pearle adjusted the video monitor mounted on her desktop, turning itaround until Elaine could view it easily from her chair.

"The first two segments are re-enactments," Pearle explained, "similarto black and white videos a very famous movie director once made for his personalenjoyment. He used mostly b-list women from his casting couch, or an occasionalprostitute. We striated them for period effect to look 50 years old, but weactually filmed them several months ago. The rest of the segments are self-explanatory.The entire sample reel is 15 minutes long. I'll leave you to view it in privacy." Pearleturned off the overhead lights and left the room, closing her door just asthe movie began.

A thirtyish brunette woman stood in black underwear looking pensive and small.She removed her black brassiere and stood topless, waiting for something. Shewasn't particularly pretty, but didn't look bad either. Her hairstyle and makeupwere decidedly '50s. Her breasts were average but nicely shaped. Another womanwith a similar hairstyle appeared from the right side. She wore a dress. Youcould see her from behind but not her face.

She approached the topless woman, placed her right hand lightly over the lady'sleft breast and rested it there. The camera zoomed in until just the woman'shand over the breast and most of the topless girl's face filled the frame.The hand was nicely manicured with dark fingernails, possibly red, but in blackand white who could tell? Slowly the woman's hand moved around in circles,remaining nearly flat. She wasn't squeezing the woman's boob, just rollingit around easily. The topless woman's face began to flinch with displeasure.As the hand started to exert more and more force against her breast, it wasclearly becoming painful to her.

Elaine shifted uneasily in her chair. This film was designed to look likean old fetish reel. It felt creepy, foreboding and very authentic. Too authentic.

Slowly the woman's fingertips curved around until she was clenching the lady'sboob at the same time as the mashing and rolling effort intensified. The lady'sexpression changed from discomfort to immediate and obvious distress.

Abruptly the scene cut to what appeared to be much later in the movie. Thehand no longer gyrated in circles. Instead it was delivering steady slaps toboth breasts using the same stylized fingertips, not hard blows at all. Butboth breasts looked bruised and tender. It appeared the spankings had beengoing on for some time, and had certainly become painful from a cumulativepoint of view. The topless woman squinted her eyes, trying to endure the cruelswats. She seemed to fight back tears as the uncaring hand delivered more punishmentto her breasts.

Suddenly the hand stopped its blows and began lightly stroking five long fingertipsdown each darkened breast. Drawn from the wide base of each teat out to thenipple tips, again and again, each stroke left narrowly welted trails in thewoman's tenderized flesh, not damaging the skin but distressing the poor womangreatly. She was biting her lips and panting, appeared ready to cry out inpain. Next those nails delivered pinches into the woman's nipples. They pinchedfrom one side, then the other, leaving neat little semi-circles. Finally theyseized the entire nipple area, mashing it hard, then harder. The effect thishad was immediate -the woman's eyes and mouth flew open in a combination ofpain and astonishment.

Without warning it was over. The camera pulled back as the woman with thetormenting hand left the room. The topless woman examined her breasts witha look of remorse and gingerly donned her brassiere. It was not an easy thingto do. She pulled her blouse up around her with care and slowly buttoned it,her face still darkened by the discomfort she felt beneath two layers of fabric.She looked at the camera for an uneasy moment and left the room, no doubt insearch of some aspirins.

Elaine was stunned. She didn't know what to think. Was this the acting job?Stand there and let a woman deliver a half hour's spanking to your breasts?And why on earth did she have the wetness in her loins again? It was bewildering.

A different clip began. It employed the same two women, perhaps a few dayslater because the topless lady's breasts looked fine. She took off her braagain. This time she wore dark appliances of some kind clamped around her breasts.Each was a crude form of stocks made from what appeared to be thin squaresof plywood painted black. Two halves seemed to fit together forming a rectanglewith a round opening to capture the boob with. Removing the bra seemed to beunpleasant for the lady, as whatever weight the wooden squares exerted wasno longer supported by her brassiere. She turned to look at the camera andwaited momentarily as she did in the previous scenario.

After a few seconds she opened her purse and withdrew a spool of course thread.She nibbled off a piece of it and knotted it through a tiny hole at the cornerof one of her breast squares. As the camera closed in more it was revealedthat the corners of both squares had small holes in them. Working quickly thelady soon had a piece of thread tied to all eight corners with a couple offeet of thread trailing from each one.

Then, just as before, the second woman arrived to deliver a series of unkindacts to unlucky breasts. She played with the strings, tying them around hervictim's back, then over her shoulders, then from one corner to the next, experimentingwith the pressure of thread and squares and toying with the emotions of theactress who wore them. She took turns squeezing each breast while tugging theblack devices around in all directions, much to the poor woman's chagrin.

In a series of quick edits the woman was next seen thumping the lady's nipples,tormenting her again with those dangerous talons, and spanking both breastswith several items, including a narrow leather belt, a plastic shoehorn anda miniature school ruler. All the while the lady with the imprisoned tits didher best to endure the abuse without weeping openly.

This segment ended more quickly than the first one did. After five minutesor so it dissolved into a series of clips from what appeared to be a recentproduct test film in modern-day color. The first clip began with a short title: "RPBreast Frame Model 407, Test #18-G."

A petite blonde actress with a sultry face and short haircut stood in frontof a pleated curtain and removed her white sweater and lacy bra. Underneaththose ordinary garments was an odd-looking device that appeared to be madeentirely from clear plastic or Lucite.

It wasn't a crude stocks-like affair as in the '50s re-enactment. This consistedof several curved pieces of thick plastic, hinged together to form a circularcomponent girdling the woman's ribcage, like the tight lower cuff of a long-linebra, only instead of being elastic and lace it was made of hard half inch thickplastic. The woman opened her purse and withdrew several more thick plasticitems that snapped onto the girdling frame using tiny built-in latches. Sheappeared to have done this several times before. Her movements looked practiced,almost routine. Her face was passive and emotionless.

Two of the added attachments fit directly in front of her breasts, and jutteda round plastic knob several inches into the front of each breast just underthe nipples. Two more clear components looped over each breast, bracketingthem from the tops and more or less mashing the breast tops down at their base.Next a pair of wide plastic beams latched to the midpoint of each bracket,and went vertically down the breasts past the nipples. Those shaped beams linkedup to the girdling frame, right on top of the pieces that angled the two plasticknuckles into the woman's breasts.

The actress didn't seem bothered at all until this point, but began to showreal discomfort on her face while pressing the vertical beams down. Apparentlythe device was form fitted to her breasts, and that fit was very tight, ifnot painful, when it snapped shut. Pursing her generously painted lips as ifto say "ouch," she put on her bra again, and her sweater too. Shewalked out of the small area she had stood in. She had been in a dressing boothof an upscale ladies wear store all along. She walked to the counter, paidfor several garments and watched the clerk put them into a bag. She then walkedout of the store carrying her purse and purchases.

Several more edits showed her walking through the mall, trying on chic dressesand shoes and talking to several salespeople. At one point she got somethingto eat at a food kiosk and sipped on some tea. Each of the film edits includedclose-ups of her face and breasts. It was obvious she grew more uncomfortableas the day wore on. She kept moving her shoulders around as if to relieve somepressure or pinching sensation she felt. Despite the wiggling efforts it onlyseemed to get worse. After numerous scenes of shopping activity the samplefilm ended and the screen went black.

Miss Pearle soon walked into the office and turned the lights back on. "Areyou ready to ask me some questions?" Pearle remarked as she swiveled thedesk screen back to its normal position and sat down.

Elaine took a deep breath and glanced down thoughtfully, ""Well,it doesn't strike me so much as acting. These movies seem more like performanceart."

"You are quite right. It is much like performance art, of a slightlyuncomfortable variety."

"Slightly uncomfortable?" Elaine thought, "There's an understatement."

"Why are all the woman in your films being hurt, Miss Pearle?" sheasked, "Is there really a market for that?"

"I suppose there is a demand for that in the porno industry," Pearlereplied dryly, "but we have no part of that business. Our customers havescientific or historical questions to examine. Some may be studying how womenadapt to certain orthopedic devices, such as breast-molds designed to reshapethe silhouette after partial mastectomy. Another might be interested in thedegree of discomfort ladies would tolerate on a daily basis from a girdle.In some cases clients need to review what women have had to put up with inprevious eras, even by studying bizarre fetish reels like the ones you saw.It was recreated from recently discovered written accounts. Such things canbe seen as prurient, possibly even sadistic, but to us they are not. They aresimply film assignments. There are valid questions being sought on each ofour job tickets, even if they don't make a lick of sense to us. Some of ourclients are so secretive about what they are researching they include teststhat have nothing to do with their study at all, simply to throw off spiesfrom competing corporations."

Elaine tried to digest all the aspects of this work. So it wasn't just acting.It wasn't just performance art either. It was a foray into a world of kinkycorporate counter espionage. Betty Page, meet Nancy Drew? Incredible... andweird!

"The pay you offer is terrific," Elaine said. "And I have tobe tempted by that. But I wonder how your girls put up with punishments likethose every week. Is it always so harsh? Don't they get fed up with the abuseand quit you?"

Pearle nodded thoughtfully and pushed a button on her desk phone. "Reeba,send Eva and Jennifer in please."

"Retention of actresses is a big part of our business model." Pearlesaid, turning in her chair to withdraw a file folder from a drawer, "Sowe recruit and screen them carefully for the right traits. We never know wherewe'll find them. Some of our ladies are married with families and jobs. Othersare single and successful just as you are. But most have the same basic ingredients.Curiosity, ambition, a twist of kinkiness, a touch of boredom and a thirstfor adventure or at least new horizons. If they are young and beautiful asyou are, that's always a bonus. But women who answer blind ads for actresspositions often turn out to be rather pretty."

The door opened and two stylishly dressed women entered the room. The firstwas a small brown-haired woman with a beautiful tan. She wore a white dress,turquoise bracelets and an infectiously cute smile.

"Hi, I'm Jenn," she said, and shook the applicant's hand in a nicebut businesslike way.

The second woman was a medium blonde with a trim athletic build. She worea brown silk pantsuit with matching heels. She smiled in a friendly way, "Hello,Miss Travis, you can call me Evie." Both women stood back slightly. MissPearle, with folder in hand, rose to stand alongside the two employees. Shesmiled briefly at her girls, then looked into the folder.

"Elaine, these two are the ladies you saw in the re-enactment film, outtakesfrom a twelve-part series commissioned last fall by a university film school.They took two months to complete I believe, counting all the additional takesneeded. Since it was a special assignment they both got substantial bonusesfor their excellent work. Do Jennifer and Eva seem disgruntled or ready toquit to you?"

"Well..." Elaine said, looking at the two healthy faces. Jenn wasglancing at her boss and trying to stifle a giggle. Eva was smiling at Elaine and giving her a wink.

"No, I guess they don't." Elaine sighed in a resigned but relievedkind of way. "You two don't look unhappy at all. You sure don't look likethe women I saw in that blue movie."

"Just hair and makeup ya know," Jenn said, plumping her curls exaggeratedly.Eva reached over to take Jenn's arm and flashed a huge smile at her. Then theyboth laughed.

"Our ladies do tend to stay with us and that's not by accident," saidPearle, "We try hard to keep them happy, secure and well paid. Our actressesgive each other moral support and advice too, and that helps them through someof their tougher assignments. Jennifer and Eva have been with us several yearsand they're both active in our new actress welcome association. I'm sure you'llhave more questions for them when you contract with us, and they'll be happyto answer them for you. Thank you very much, ladies."

The two women smiled again and took their cue to leave. Elaine sat, amazed.

"Our clients see the advantages," Pearle resumed, "of keepinggirls in our employ. It adds context to their data when they know the actressinvolved or anticipate her response from one film test to the text. From ourstandpoint when staff members know each other better and develop good friendshipsover time we are much more efficient in everything we do, and we have a lotmore fun doing it."

"Believe it or not," said Pearle, sitting down at the corner ofher desk, "once a woman enters our doors we already know if she is a goodprospect. All that remains is to see if she has the personal courage or dedicationto do the work."

Pearle laid the folder on her desk, picked up the clipboard with Elaine'sapplication information on it. "Now I have some questions for you, Elaine.They may be difficult to answer, but I promise whatever response you had tothose movies I've seen it before. There is nothing to defend or explain away,nothing to apologize for. A simple yes or no should do."

"Ok," Elaine said, taking a small bite of air, "What do youwant to know?"

"Elaine, were you excited at all by the situations our actresses werein?"

"Yes."

"From what you saw are you a little apprehensive about working for BeardenFilms?"

"Yes."

"From what I've shown you do you think you'll be safe and cared for inspite of the fears?"

"Yes."

"From what you've seen would you like to begin a 60-day trial contractwith Bearden Films?"

"Yes," Elaine replied, hoping her face wasn't too flushed.

Miss Pearle smiled at Elaine sweetly and handed her the clipboard with themodel release on top of it. "Sign this release for me please while I fetchyou a contract and startup schedule."

**

End of chapter 1

The Breast Test

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