This plot bunny would not go away...
I needed a pick me up and here we go! Smut central Crackfic full steam ahead!
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You took a deep breath as you walked up the path. Smoothing out any wrinkles on your dress for the fifth time. You were used to job interviews, but this wasn't a regular job. As such, you weren't sure how to dress. Professional, professional what? In the end you settled for sexy, but tasteful. It left something to the imagination; made them want to reveal what the material hid.
You hesitated as you reached up to knock. Only to have the door open and a short Asian woman peer out at you. "Andromeda Peters?" She asked, her eyes appraising.
"Uh y-yes mam."
"Call me Tosh, this way." The woman stated, motioning you inside. "Jack is still…working, he'll be along shortly." She informed leaving you enclosed in what looked like some sort of entertainment room.
You sat primly on the grey sofa, tapping your fingers on your knees. The room must have been next to a working set because you started to hear the right sounds for it. Nothing registered as forced or false. You suppose that's something. If everyone works so well together, why do they need you? There are posters on the wall. A handsome face winks at you and a gap tooth damsel swoons. It starts to make sense; you're a replacement.
For the hundredth time you wonder what in the name of sanity you're doing here. You're about to walk out; when you remember the other reason you're here. Somewhat reluctantly you sit back down. Calmly waiting; like it's your death and not a new life that awaits you.
The door creaks open and you look over to see three people enter the room. Two are in suits and the other is wearing what looks like a WWII costume. Impossibly blue eyes twinkle at you and you would swear there are fangs hiding behind that smile.
"Andromeda is it? Why would a gorgeous; brilliant, thing like you, want to work with Torchwood dot Com?" The man; you would come to know as, The Doctor babbled; before the obvious leader could speak.
"Everyone calls me Andy." You mumble; a little thrown off by their obvious charm. A fine blush starts creeping up your neck and again; you would swear, you heard someone growl. "I suppose um, the money? It seems a lot safer than hooking." You blurt, unsure what else you should say. They all look at you, in shock of the honesty in your answer.
"Definitely better looking than your average John." The leader smirked; recovering the quickest out of all of them.
"I'm guessing that's not what you usually hear…" You snort; surprised at yourself for uttering the comment.
"Usually it's, I'm a nympho and you're hot." The dark haired man replied with disdain and a roll of his eyes.
"See we don't make typical porn. Ever heard of art sex?" The elder of the three asked. You nod and his answering grin is very much predatory. "Can you be believable?"
"There's really only one way to find out isn't there?" You answer; your voice slightly shaking.
"Be here at 8." The dark haired man spoke up quickly. "There's a party, you can meet everyone and decide if you wish to continue our… hiring process." He added, as they all got up to leave.
You blink and follow; that was it? Makes sense you guess and you start trying to come to terms with what, going forward with this, will mean.
You're so lost in thought; you get halfway down the drive. Before you realize, you've left your purse behind…
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