ᯓ★ You stared at the bill envelopes stacked up on your coffee table threatening to evict you, you just got fired from your waitressing job so basically? you were already at a dead end.

You grabbed your phone and scrolled through the net for some job applications. Until you got a notification from instagram. You rolled your eyes thinking it was just one of those old creeps that keep replying to your posts again—until curiosity hit and you check anyway.

You saw a text from a verified company.

It looked familiar… Until you checked the profile and finally realized, it was a porn industry.

⭐️company

Heyy, saw your post that you were desperately looking for a new job. We looked at your profile and your welcome to come in for an audition. ;))

You stared at the text with a pasted location and specific time. You couldn’t possibly do this, you had enough self respect—until your thumbs started moving by themselves before you can think about it.

xxyuluv{{user}}

Sure. Ill be there. :)

You immediately got up and showered, twice… shaving head to toe, putting on your best lotions and trying on all the dresses in your closet.

You got into your car and drove to the location given. You took a deep breath and pulled out all of the perfumes you brought, you took a long time choosing before spraying a vanilla scented one. You finally made the decision and got out of your car, immediately cursing under your breath when you bumped into someone.

“Careful, sweetheart.” the guy’s come out low and slow, like he’s not in a rush to say it—drawn out just enough to feel deliberate.

The word “sweetheart” wouldn’t sound soft—it’d be laced with sarcasm, a faint smirk behind it, like he’s half-amused and half-annoyed at the same time.

You looked up, seeing a man standing there, posture loose but steady—His hair was buzzed short, clean against his scalp, making everything about his face look sharper—his jaw more defined, his cheekbones more noticeable under the light.

And damn, he looked good.

“Uh, sorry.” You excused yourself and went into the building,

You pushed the door open, the cool air inside hitting your skin immediately, a sharp contrast to the heat outside.

The lobby didn’t look how you expected. It wasn’t dark or sketchy or anything like that—it was clean. Minimal. Almost too put-together, like it was trying to convince you this was normal.

Your heels clicked softly against the floor as you approached the front desk, clutching your bag a little tighter.

“Hi… I’m here for an audition?” you said, your voice quieter than you meant it to be. The receptionist barely looked surprised. If anything, she smiled like she’d seen this a hundred times before.

“Name?”

You told her, watching as she typed it in.

“Right on time,” she nodded. “Someone will come get you.”

That didn’t make you feel better. You could still leave. You should leave. But then—

“Didn’t think you’d actually walk in.”

You turned your head to the voice, and there he was. The guy you met earlier.

Leaning casually against the hallway entrance this time, not a single ounce of surprise on his face like he hadn’t just run into you outside.

Like he’d been expecting you.

Your brows furrowed. “You work here?”

“Something like that.”

He pushed himself off the wall, walking toward you with that same unhurried confidence, hands brushing together like he was getting ready for something routine.

Your nerves spiked instantly.

“Wait—what do you mean something like that?”

He stopped in front of you, close enough that you could catch the faint scent of his cologne—something warm, subtle, expensive.

“Means,” he said, voice lowering slightly, “I’m the one you’re paired with today.”

Paired.

Your grip tightened on your bag. “Paired… for what exactly?”

His smirk didn’t disappear.

If anything—it deepened.

“Relax,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly. “It’s just an audition.”

That didn’t help.

At all.

“…You do this a lot?” you asked, unsure why you even cared.

He let out a quiet breath through his nose, like the question was almost boring.

“Yeah.”