Alex stared at his computer screen, dumbfounded.
Thomas Jefferson, one of the biggest company owners in the world actually imployed him.
He fist pumped, then waited for the next e-mail he would recieve. It supposedly had the instructions for what he was doing.
Sure enough, it arrived a few minutes later.
To: littlelionman@gmail.com
From: thebigdaddy@temail.com
Subject: Your new job
Congratulations Mr Hamilton. You are now working under my company, Jefferson Industries.
We have assigned you a job according to the skills you listed. You are to write scripts for us. Specifically scripts for future pornographic videos.
A minimum of one script is to be written each week, relating to a subject that you are given to write about. If this requirement is not met, you will be unemployed.
The subject this week is sadism. You should already know our style, mostly homosexual films unless you are instructed otherwise.
Thank you for your time and good luck.
Sincerely,
T.Jeff
Alexander grinned, rubbing his hands. Only a minumum of one per week? Yeah right. He'd give them five, ten, twenty!
He opened up Word on his computer, beginning to write.
* * *
A man sat in his chair, tapping his fingers on the desk in front of him. He was watching the latest film, a bondage one. The views were through the roof, and ninety-five percent of viewers had given it a thumbs up.
Ever since that Alexander Hamilton had been writing, the videos constantly went viral.
More and more stars from other industries poured in to be a part of the videos, sometimes so many that Alexander would be requested to write scripts for an orgy and such.
The man paused the video. He pulled out his cell phone, selecting a contact to call.
"James, organise for me to meet Mr Hamilton." He ordered, then hung up.
Soon a notification came up in his e-mails from his assistant James Madison. It was about how Mr Jefferson would be meeting with Mr Hamilton on the 11th of January, only a few days from now.
He would never have admitted it, but he looked forward to meeting this man.
He unpaused the video, settling back in his chair.
* * *
Alexander stepped into the office cautiously, not wanting to make too much noise.
The room was a typical bussinessman's; large, with a desk and a few bookcases. The carpet and walls were painted in rich shades of purple.
Mr Jefferson sat behind the desk, staring at his computer. Screams and moans sounded from it, Alexander recognising that this was a film he had written Cockwarmer. It was just a simple dominance and rough kink, nothing special.
Mr Jefferson looked up. "Mr Hamilton, sit down." He gestured to the seat on the other side of the desk. Alexander refrained himself from shivering. Damn his voice was sexy.
