Qadira and her friends go on a trip to Miami to celebrate their graduation. Little did she know that the trip would be a lot more than just fun with the girls.
Previously we saw a strange, suspicious man stalking the girls at Venice Beach, Kenia wasn't around so they couldn't flee the scene. The man then started walking towards them.
Dom's POV
Holy shit I don't know what to do. I mean this guy really could just be a random tourist and he wants to ask for directions or something. But I could also be right about the racist psychopath thing. All my brain manages to do right now is grab on to Qadira's wrist, and pray.
Denise's POV
I should've just stayed playing volleyball WHY DID I COME BACK.
Kenia's POV
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*Insert elevator music*
Qadira's POV
Okay, OKAY stay sane bitch, calm down. He's wearing a white, tight fit polo shirt, no obvious signs of weapons hidden under the shirt; beach shorts, two pockets, doesn't seem like he's hiding a gun down in there; empty-handed. I was analyzing this man, trying to decide whether or not I should just go up to him; how big are the chances of me getting killed.
"Fuck this I'm going up to him," I announced.
"Noooooo please st-" I jerked Dom's hand off and got up before they could say anything more.
The man seemed surprised to see me storming in his direction, and slowed down his pace. We were soon standing 5ft away from each other.
"Hey man what's your deal? I saw you looking at me and my friends for a while just now over there," I pointed at the spot we were previously sitting. "and now you've followed us here too, is there something I can help you with?"
He stayed silent for a few seconds, with a look of confusion in his eye. Then proceeded to explain, "Well, I- uh yes, yes there is something you can help me with. I work for a video production company," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a card then handed it to me, "we are currently working on a project and we're looking for girls to fulfill a variety of roles; dancers, extras, actresses are the main ones. Do you or any of your friends dance or act?"
"I don't, but my friends over there are dancers," I turned around and motioned for Dom and Denise to come over. They looked hesitant, but a second urge from me made them get up and get over here.
"Would you all be interested in coming for an audition for our project?" he asked.
"Okay, look I don't mean to offend you in any way, but is this to film a porno?" Denise asked what was on all our minds.
"What?" the man laughed. "No, it's actually a music video for an artist, I'm not a porn scout you can look up my name later,"
