We'll Be Stars (Hamilton AU) DISCONTINUED/UNFINISHED

Chapter 1: Intro

John Adams never drank. John Adams never smoked. And goddammit John Adams never agreed to any type of rape or daddy kink porn videos. No matter how much money whatever company offered him, he would never agree to it. You could offer him the entire world, and John just wouldn't do it. He was thinking about this and the rest of his long list of rules as he was in a meeting with a well known and rich porn producer, James Madison.

The problem with working with people that were rich like this, was that they thought that if they offered enough money, you would do whatever they want. But John knew better. John had more self control than most porn actors. He knew when to refuse an offer and negotiate and moan and whimper and stray from the script and stick to the script. He had only been in the porn business for about two years, but he knew his way around much better than anybody else, that was for sure.

James Madison wanted John Adams to be in a very specific role. It was a video aimed for dominants that were also chubby chasers. John, rather than feeling insecure about his body and giving into the world's insults towards fat people, used this for advantage. Because of society's need to set images of skinny and beauty for people, there weren't a lot of content for chubby chasers. Porn stars would do anything to get longer, thicker cocks and bigger breasts and less of a gag reflex. John's best friend, Sam Adams, was one of those people but managed to find the better end of the deals rather than the guy that got ripped off.

"Mr.Adams," Madison sighed. He rolled his swivel chair over to the dresser and pulled the cassette tape out of the walkman. He put in a new tape, some indie canadian band that Sam would probably know. Madison continued, "We're offering a lot of money for you to be in this video. It's a very simple set up of you, the teacher, and an afterschool detention."

John argued, "I've read the script five times, Madison, and this is rape. You are literally telling me to act in struggle and protest! You know how I feel about rape kink! It's disgusting and I refuse to do this video." Madison sighed and pulled out the script from his filing cabinet. He read it over and nodded a bit, trying to understand John's complaint.

Because "Johnny" was such a known actor for porn videos, John Adams wanted to set a good example for teens and young adults, which is what porn mostly targets. He didn't want to do rape kink in his videos, because he had serious issues with that. Porn was fake, none of it was real. The thing about that was that sometimes the line between fake and real in porn blurred for viewers, which therefore would lead them to believe that pressuring without consent and rape would be an okay thing in the real world. In John's mind, things like a "pedophilia kink" and a "rape kink" weren't a real thing. They were wrong and didn't deserve to be justified. He was very popular with teens and adults and on his educational videos on the website he owned, so he used it as an advantage and set good examples.

Well, as good of an example as watching porn all the time and being a pornstar could be.

"Alright, we can take the struggle and rape out of it. It'll be consensual flirting and foreplay between you and the teacher. Can we still do the daddy kink to spice things up?"

"Sir. No daddy kinks."

John Adams, much to the world's surprise, hated the daddy kink trend. He glared upon it like a piece of trash, which in his opinion it was. It ruined the image of a daughter and a father's bonding because God knows by fourteen the daughter would know about a daddy kink and it would be weird as hell between them. This happened between John and his own father, and he was only eleven years old. So he also refused any type of daddy kink in videos. Daddy related videos were on his website sure, but that was between Lee, Sam, and whoever else starred in the video.

Madison huffed, "Alright, we're paying you less but we will take the rape and daddy kinks out of the video. Deal?" He put his hand out and slid the contract over to John. John nodded, shook Madison's hand, and signed the contract. They discussed what time to meet and where before parting ways for the weekend. The video would be filmed Monday afternoon, 3:30. Madison really liked the mood to be set perfectly when filming, so around the time when school gets out would be perfect for him to film. He desperately wanted to use an actual classroom, but knew that the idea would never work out.

John walked outside to his old red volkswagen bug and began his drive home, wondering if it was his turn to make food tonight. Of course he was going to end up getting Chinese takeout, which he knew his roommates would be fine with. He sighed when his phone started to ring and hesitantly answered, putting it on speaker and sliding it onto the dashboard.

"Talk to me, asshole." John muttered, turning onto second street. He heard Sam's familiar stoned cracky voice and rolled his eyes, regretting ever answering the phone. Phone calls with Sam weren't his favorite, mostly because Sam only called to piss him off.

He asked, "How much money you getting for that video, huh? The afterschool detention one?"

John sighed and answered reluctantly, "It's gonna be about an hour or two of filming for a fifteen or twenty minute video. I'm being paid one hundred dollars rather one hundred fifty because I refused to portray rape kink and changed the daddy kink to a simple sir and mr authority kink."

"Dude! That was an extra fifty bucks we could have used for rent! Or the website! What the fuck!" Sam snapped, throwing something at something or someone. John didn't wanna know how much Sam was fucking up the apartment, he wasn't in the mood for that. Instead, he muttered a sincere apology and hung up, tossing his phone into the back seat of the car. He didn't wanna talk to anybody for the rest of the night. He wanted to pick up Chinese takeout, go home, eat food, take a relaxing bubble bath, and sleep for the entire weekend if possible.

John turned onto Miranda Avenue and parked the car along the road with the long line of other cars. He pulled the lever beside his seat and leaned it back so that he was laying down and staring at the roof of the car. After turning the radio off, John sighed and closed his eyes, hoping he could lie to his roommates that traffic wasn't that good where he was uptown. But that was for a later time, and right now he would prefer to just sleep for a few moments.