Disclaimer: All Twilight names, places and characteristics belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her toys.
Authors note: I have jumped on the drabble train! I hope you enjoy chapter one!
"Bell-lah darling!" Cooed the voice of my agent, Eric.
He sat behind his desk, martini in one hand, the other flapping around excitedly.
"Oh do I have a job for you!"
"I'm listening." I told him and crossed one leg over the other, straightening out the crease in my tights.
Eric was now squealing, looking amongst a pile of immaculately filed folders on his desk. The squeal hurt my ears. Eric was fairly decent at his job, he was very clear on my do's and don't's, not to mention the fact that out of the office, he was one of my closest friends so he didn't judge my choice of profession. He was clearly gay, he was more preemed than I was, with his slick hair combed to the side and Gucci glasses. Whereas I was wearing last nights party gear: black tights, denim shorts, a white shirt and I lost my shoes in the cab.
"Alrighty, I got it!" His eyes beamed at me as he flicked open the folder.
I straightened up in my seat and reached forward for Eric's martini.
"Ah, ah, ah!" He put a finger out to me.
"Get your own, Isabella!" He almost screeched, waggling his finger at me.
"Well someone didn't offer me one when I arrived this morning." I retorted. Eric sighed and relented, knowing it was his fault that I didn't get my liquid breakfast.
Everything went silent, myself sipping happily.
"Eric? The job?" I reminded him.
"Oh yes! Right. Well, you get to travel and there's three men involved." Eric informed me.
"Well done darling, you can count. It's a three show special. You would film it and then the channel will screen it over Valentines weekend!"
Are you wondering what it is I do for a living?
Allow me to introduce myself.
Isabella Swan. Porn star.
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