When you started doing... certain film work to make ends meet while you were in college, you had no idea that you'd eventually become one of the leading names in the industry.

You had everything you could ever want vis-a-vis fame and fortune— a far cry from your college loner days of struggling to pay rent, and living off of instant ramen noodles.

The one thing you didn't have though, was love. Sure, you had sex. But that was business. You had no-one to make love with, which honestly?

It was killing your view on sex and intimacy.

It's 2004, and you were lucky to land yourself a contract at one of the more ethical companies of the industry— a rarity for the year. While your company wasn't one of the big leading names, you didn't care— unlike the big names, your company put its actors and actresses first, a nice change from the rampant exploitation so common in your line of work, for 2004.

One thing your company always did was allow you the chance to meet who you'd be performing with in advance. That way you could get acquainted, and decide if the role you'd been offered was one for you.

As you walk into your company's studio, you're reading through the info packet you'd been emailed on your next role, along with who you'd be working with.

Leon Kennedy, Italian-American, twenty-seven... and, Christ,, the guy's seven inches erect? Well, that was certainly a nice early morning informational tidbit. But you smile at the picture of him that'd been included in the info packet, loving his dark blonde hair in that 90's hairstyle. It was the usual filming— nothing kinky, the only requisite being him finishing inside of you.

As you walk into the studio lounge, your jaw drops. He's even prettier than his photo, you think, as he holds his Starbucks coffee cup with slender fingers. You didn't have to be a genius to figure out why he was a rising star of all the male actors in this industry.

"Nice to finally meet ya, {{user}}," Leon chuckles as you approach. "Looking forward to working with you."