Thread: Inside Power Exchange [GypsyRose & Dane Stalling]

See more Where do I sign? In hindsight, she might have been just a little too eager, but it was the first offer she'd had for a genuine part rather than as an extra. It wasn't a series -- even on one of the stupid channels -- and it wasn't a movie, but at least it wasn't porn. It was also better than waiting tables or exotic dancing, and if she didn't get some better paying parts, she'd end up doing one or the other soon enough, or packing up and heading back home with her tail between her legs. It didn't matter that she didn't know much more about BDSM than could be learned from casual internet curiosity, and, of course, Fifty Shades of Gray. That sort of thing was hot right now, and it wasn't like she was going to be into anything heavy. As it had been explained to her, they wanted some pretty, personable faces, a sexy guy and girl next door that would bring in the curious. It was a documentary, but it was a documentary sponsored by some local clubs and retailers who hoped to benefit by making the culture more mainstream, safer. It sounded like fun. Better yet, she was going to be center stage, and much of the dialogue was improv, little more than her thoughts, appropriately guided, on the outfits, the props, and the mood. Center stage, with a co-star, that is. The blood test was a little off-putting, but it was slightly better than peeing in a cup. Regan Howell smiled, turned her face to present the best profile, and rolled up her sleeve, presenting her arm, noting the look exchanged between Joanie and Pete and their nods, as if she'd passed some part of a test she hadn't even known that she'd been taking. It made sense, she supposed. If she was supposed to play the part of a submissive in this relationship, they probably didn't want someone who'd fuss over every little detail. How hard could it be? She had the library. She had Google. She had ... cripes ... three days. You and your co-star are expected on Wednesday at the Power Exchange, 1000am. We'll be shooting nearby, but we want you two to start with a look around without the regulars. Of course, we'll want some footage of the two of you inside the club as well, for authenticity, but that'll come last. Who's my co-star? Matt Damian. It was said with a look down at Joanie's i-pad, and a shrug. Regan closed her mouth on the first comment that escaped her brain, and simply nodded and smiled. Professional. Whatever else it was, it paid, and it was better than a bus ticket home. The next days were busy, her time split between a commercial and her freelance work that helped keep the bills paid, and her research crammed in along with some of the available fiction available, Regan didn't have much time to wonder whether she ought to have had her head examined from jumping in so quickly. Really, it didn't seem all that hard. Wednesday morning, she got up in plenty of time to get dressed, in a pair of black jeans, high heeled boots, and a lightweight white cable knit shirt that showed off her figure. Black and white, nothing too colorful, but also nothing that screamed the lifestyle. She caught a ride with a friend, and parked herself in a nearby coffee shop with a copy of the first book in the 'Masters of the Shadowlands' series, a recommendation from Goodreads based on an interest if Fifty Shades.