Sexual // Styles

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My mother language is French, if you haven't noticed haha, so if I confuse you in a bit or so, just say:)
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They were confused. The crackheads from the third floor that always hung out on the side of the building. They were stunned that I, a guy who probably had less money than any one in the complex, had gotten off such an elegant car. Goodbye suckers, I wanted to laugh in their faces. But the reason I would leave wasn't something I was proud of. The fact that I just got laid by probably one of the hottest females in town, country possibly, made me smirk as I walked past them.

"Hey Styles, no lines tonight?" The blonde, Nicolas, asks. I just shake my head quickly, hoping the polarised windows of the car were enough to block out his yell.

The stack of papers was heavy on the inside of my jacket, the thought of anyone seeing what it was about making me anxious. I walked to the ear corner of the mossy lobby, taking the stairs since the lift would take me twenty minutes to reach the fourth floor. I make my way up the flights of stairs, opening the door to the hallway my small room is located at. I see a cockroach making its way down the hallway, gleeful that the people that own the building are too damn petty to keep our halls clean.

I stick the rusty key into the greasy door knob, pushing it open forcefully. Dust flies everywhere with the action, a moth fluttering it's wings out of the room. I couldn't live like this the rest of my life. I was made for more than this, I know it. I promised my mother id make it big one day, and if performing sexual activities in front of a camera for thousands to watch was a bump in the road to my success, id take it. I walk further in after closing the door, opening the window to let some fresh air in, hopefully the aroma of rubbish would fade.

I sit on my squeaky ass bed,  turning on the lamp on the side and grabbing a pen. My eyes glide over the front page, the companies logo and information on it. I flip through the unnecessary ones, stopping at the ones that ask me to fill in.

Name: Harry Styles

Age: 22

Height:  5'11

Weight: 74 kg

Sexual Preference: Female

Genital size (incase of the contractor being a male): Solid ten inches

Experience: none

I wasn't sure how Mia's dad would react if i wrote in there that I lost my virginity to her. Maybe he wouldn't care, since he had his own daughter working for an adult film industry which he owned a part of. I roll my eyes at the question of me having any std's.

The person signing this contract must know about a non disclosure agreement with the company. Apart from co-workers and crew members, you are not allowed to vent yor occupation, along with it's benefits and disadvantages with other people.

Fair enough.

Below is a list of the most common activities done in the industry. Please inform us which you are comfortable with and which not.

Sexual Intercourse: yes

Oral Sex (female): yes

Oral Sex (male): no

Anal (female): no

Anal (male): no

Breast Play: yes

Testicle Play: no

BDSM: maybe

Sure I was picky about what I wanted, but they did say to say what I was comfortable with and what not. I continued reading and filling out the pages, some making my eyes bulge. 'Sex with machines', like what was that? 'Masturbation videos',what the fuck? Total is, I'm sure the people behind this contract are completely mad. One even suggested pet play. I can't believe people actually request this. I shake my head, grabbing my crappy phone before leaving the flat. I need to know what I'll be facing, so I made a slow walk to the closest McDonald's, logging onto its shitty Wi-Fi since I  couldn't afford some of my own. I googled Mia's name. Hundreds of matches found, apparently her 'screen name' was Maia Bloom. They were all knock off porn pages with short clips of her. For those who didn't pay for membrecy but still wanted something to jack off form.