Cut!

Jon looked around. He shuffled from high heeled foot to foot, nervously.

Just then, a voice from up ahead. "Cut!" Jon looked up and saw three bright lights shining straight at him. A figure appeared from out of them and walked towards him. "God dammit, Susan, that was terrible. Forgot your lines again?"

Jon looked around. He was on a film set! So he wasn't really a prostitute but an actress paying a prostitute. Well, at least he was glad of that. Jon became aware that the director was shouting at him.

"Sorry? What?" stuttered Jon.

"You gone deaf too? Christ, how are we ever going to finish Nazi Prostitutes Get Infiltrated Holland if you can't even remember your lines?"

Jon looked around. He saw other actors dressed, or rather, undressed, looking at him.

"Go to your dressing room, Susan, I'll see you later. Okay, scene twenty-four, the other prostitute gets fucked by the British agent."

Oh my God, thought Jon, I'm in a porn movie!