Lose Control

1

"Another rejection," I sigh, deleting the email. I collapse into a kitchen chair, my head in my hands.

"Shit," my roommate, Ryan, replies. "What are you gonna do? Rent is due in a week, Vic."

"I know," I groan, looking up at him. I'd used the last of my student credit on groceries, meaning I'm officially broke. Life has drained ever penny I make.

"Well..." he says, stopping and giving me a weird look.

"What?" I ask, both curious and confused. He doesn't say anything for a second and I debate how else to get the information.

"I might know of a job," he finally spills. My eyes go wide and I swear my heart stopped for a second.

"Why are you just telling me this now!?" I exclaim, my hands falling to the table and making a loud BANG.

"Because..." he says, making me roll my eyes. "I don't know if you're...up for it."

"What do you mean, Ry?" I ask him, completely lost. He's seen me do some crazy shit, he knows I'm up for anything. Especially when I'm this desperate for cash.

"It's just..." he sighs and gives me another look. I push myself from the seat, standing to be eye level with him.

"Spit it out!" I say, smacking the back of his head.

"It's porn," he finally admits. My knees instantly go weak and I tumble back into the chair.

"It-it's what?" I ask, completely lost for words. He sighs and looks at me, caving.

"A buddy of mine has a private snapchat. He does...things and people pay to add him and see it."

"What?" I ask again, understanding but my brain still lost. How did he meet this guy? And just...yikes.

"He's been talking about getting a cameraman because it's hard for him to film it himself. I bet if I put in a good word he'd definitely hire you."

"Are you... Is this a joke?" I ask, just to be sure.

"No," he says with a chuckle. "I knew you wouldn't be up for it."

The comment makes me scoff. I so too am up for it. Wait a minute...am I?

"I think you seriously underestimate how poor I am," I tell him. He laughs and shakes his head, but cocks an eyebrow afterwards.

"Are you serious?" he asks. "You'd do it?" Was I? Can I actually do this?

"I'm in," I tell him, shrugging. I have literally no other options. And this is a cameraman job. So I'll take what I can get and quit ASAP.

"Shut up," he tells me, giving me a look of disbelief.

"I am!" I exclaim, laughing afterwards.

"Fine, then I'm calling him right now," he says.

"Fine, you do that," I reply. He pulls out his phone and presses a button before lifting it to his ear.

"I am," he says. I cross my arms over my chest, watching him. I doubt he'd actually do this in front of me.

"Hey, Dude," he says into the phone. He laughs at whatever the guy replied and I roll my eyes. He won't do it.

"Yeah..." he says into the phone. "See you need a cameraman!" he exclaims. My jaw drops. He can't be serious. He's actually doing this in front of me?

He laughs loudly and looks me in the eye as he says, "Exactly! I have the perfect guy in mind." He listens to the response before saying, "Not like that! He looks like a troll doll."