Anonymous1: “Fanservice,” her agent explained to Kimmie. “All the big production companies have booths and exhibits at the Adult Video Promotions convention, and even a lot of the smaller players. You’re getting famous, Sweetie, three of the companies want you be at their booths for a couple hours over the weekend.”
“What does it pay?” demanded Kim.
“Fanservice,” Wade reminded her.
“I don’t give a fuck… Unless I’m paid to fuck. What does it pay?”
“Five grand to answer questions for a couple hours, while clothed. Ten grand if you show skin… Oh, and everyone is more interested in your bubble-butt than your little titties. And twenty grand if you provide real fanservice.”
“That’s each company, twenty grand, right? Will they be filming me? Do I get a percentage?”
“Only if you do your, ‘Poor little me routine’. A little moaning in pretended pain, a bunch of ‘how dare you treat an ex-Disney star like this’, and a lot of ‘Oh gawd, you’re so big!’
“What does it pay?” demanded Kim.
“Fanservice,” Wade reminded her.
“I don’t give a fuck… Unless I’m paid to fuck. What does it pay?”
“Five grand to answer questions for a couple hours, while clothed. Ten grand if you show skin… Oh, and everyone is more interested in your bubble-butt than your little titties. And twenty grand if you provide real fanservice.”
“That’s each company, twenty grand, right? Will they be filming me? Do I get a percentage?”
“Only if you do your, ‘Poor little me routine’. A little moaning in pretended pain, a bunch of ‘how dare you treat an ex-Disney star like this’, and a lot of ‘Oh gawd, you’re so big!’
“I can handle it. I’m a pro.”