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It would be a waste if I couldn't put my semen to good use which was why I sent a follow up to HIM by sending him a request.

My request was that I hoped to work with an amateur porn director who is interested with the whole thing being real and could be done within the time limit of 5 hours.

There was one tiny feeling inside my gut that told me that if I ever met with a porn director with millions of papers, requiring my signature, I would quit on the spot.

The requirements I had were also followed up with the hopes that the people involved would be free of STDs and would be extremely quick.

Compared to larger companies that would take days of planning, organizing, and learning; an amateur porn director would be much easier to deal with.

*Ding*

….

Aiii~ why is filming a porn movie so long and tiring.

I don't what exactly I became known for, but the director seemed willing to fork out quite a large chunk of the budget he had.

My popularity or notoriety was somehow allowed me to get some big dollars.

This job was pretty crap for beginners as some of the trashy directors would pay the male actors $6.00 for a couple hours of hard work and won't even allow them to sign any paper that guarantee their safety.

Those people were overall trash and it seems that was the reason why I hated this industry.

I just don't get it.

Roughly 4,000 porn films are released a month in this country yet nobody thinks that could be a little too much.

Just a little….

Who?... who has the time to watch all of that?

Maybe it was just their desire to create something but at this point, it has probably been done and would now be unoriginal.

The conversation with the film director was quite pleasant as most of the contracts were quite considerate of both parties.

I had to sign that I wasn't intoxicated, under the effects of drugs, won't cause health hazards to the cast, etc.

That was nice and if it was found that I was harmed or broke the contract, there would of course be penalties for the party that ruined the contract.

When I was in the most desperate of times, I remember the time that I forced myself to work until I collapsed by working between a brothel and porn films.

I think at the time, it was because the brothel wasn't bringing enough money and the part time jobs that kept my purity weren't enough.

If I wasn't such a straightforward child, I wonder what might have happened if my uncle didn't give any help?

That future obviously spelt misfortune that I would rather not think about.

Tomorrow seemed like such a great time to live as it was the weekends.

I get to sleep for an extra 3 hours!

This was the greatest thing about the weekends… except I was booked for both days…

No, I don't want to work!

There was a part of me that wanted to act like a child and stop trying so hard to make money but I know for a fact that my looks are limited by my age, once i'm 40, I can only rely on my little sister.

If I am able to make as much money like senior, then I can surely live a minimal life and not work, otherwise i'll have to get a small time job with a high school degree.

My future path was currently limited from the way i'm currently making money but this was the only hope I had to live a moderate life.

These thoughts did threaten me to give up on wasting time but I can't help but fear for the customer who hired me for the two days.

She…. was in a whole nother league

The scripts she sent and the clothes she gave me… my heart will only be filled with shame.

I, want, my, pride, back.

The books she wrote…. may god have mercy on my poor soul.

Some may consider that i'm overreacting but the things I had to do for her… men have dignity.

I have lost all of that.

What would usually happen is that when being hired, she'll hire me for 9 hours with the wage to back it up and only do so when it is the weekends or holidays.

To phrase her in a good light… she's very creative.

She would then give me a set of clothing from the previous hiring and then send a script that would highlight certain dialogues and actions I would have to follow.

And most of the time… Any honor I have would have to be discarded.

My only saving grace was the sleep I would be getting

….

"Hey, should we get his number?"

"I'll do it if you do it first"

"No, at the same time. Look! Other girls are already giving him their numbers"

"I mean, he does look pretty with those clothes."

Those comments do appreciate my beauty and I find their compliments to be quite nice to the human ear.

This is nice and dandy and all, but I don't see any recycling bins within this cafe.

I am currently sitting with another cup of tea and waiting for my customer who requested me to wear… unbearable clothes.

The sentences the girls around me threw around were currently fruitless after their hesitation as my client had now appeared.

Glasses a little too big for her; sharp, bright, black eyes that stared into the very depths of any that make contact with them and long brown hair.

Her overall look was great and seemed fashionable.

A blue skirt reached her knees while her red shirt was sticking onto her skin, showing off her curves and bodily details.

Besides opening an opportunity for a conversation, I complimented her sense of style "You look nice today."

It was my duty to show some sort of courtesy to my customer but her response made me regret saying anything: "Same to you, I didn't think it would suit you so well!