So hi my name is Eliana👋 this is my first online story and ofc its a Harry Styles one bc I mean
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And yeah. So I'm just here to introduce you and to inform that this story will be of high mature content and sexuality. Drug use and violence. It is a story based around the world of porn and porn stars so just keep that in mind. Also, it won't be rare if in the media I add a sexual gif so heads up!
Really happy you have my book time and I hope you enjoy:)
Prologue
The woman at the front desk had told me to wait here for a Ms. Velard. Half an hour had passed and no one had come by. I wonder why though, this was a production studio. Shouldn't it be packed? I move my gaze from the drawings of nude women hung on the walls, focusing on a playboy magazine on the table in front of me. What the fuck?
The clicking of heels made me look up. A tall woman approached the one at the front desk, dressed rather elegantly. She didn't look out of place though, her expensive looking clothing blending with the expensive looking environment of the place. The women talked and soon they turned to look at me, brown eyes landing on me and a closed lip smirk adorning her face. She left the desk, walking towards me as I straightened my posture.
"You must be Harry Styles, here for an interview?" I nod nervously, feeling uneasy under her stare. Her dark hair was in a high ponytail, pin straight and all. "I'm Mia Velard. Come." She extended a hand, fingers with small rings all over them, some not reaching her knuckle. I took her hand mindlessly following her to an elevator to the back of the lobby. Her shiny legs, though pale, moved flawlessly as she carried herself. Her hips making harsh and dangerous sways. The dress she was wearing was backless, the muscle under her clear and tight skin moving. She stepped in the elevator first, waiting for me to get inside before pressing the number twelve.
She leaned her hands against the railing of the wall, the sheer material on her chest showing the perfect curves of her breasts. "How are you?" She asks. There was an edge to her voice, a cockiness of some sort.
"G-good. You?"
"Oh, I'm great. Just finished filming the last scene of my newest film." She shrugs. She was an actress? For a company as big as this one I imagined I would've heard her name in the cinema industry before. But Mia Velard was a stranger to me.
"That sounds amazing." I say, she snaps her gaze from the floor to mine.
"Have you ever watched any of my films?" She questions.
"Of course. All of them." This woman seemed to be someone inportant around here so might as well get on her good side. She smiles, biting her lip.
