Hello everyone :)

So this just popped into my head...

"No. Hell no."

"You don't really have a choice, Campbell. You've just got off your probationary period. The captain will not be pleased if you don't accept the assignment." Freddie at least has the decency not laugh as he tells me this horrifying news even though I can tell he really wants to.

"Naomi? Are you even listening?"

"Yes, but I just can't believe the shit you're spouting. Of the entire police force in the country, I would estimate that I'm pretty much the worst officer for the job. So no, I will not be accepting this 'assignment'."

"The captain thinks otherwise—he specifically picked you, in fact. You're actually perfect for this kind of work." His eyes drop down, wandering over my chest. I narrow my eyes at him, daring him to go further. "I mean you're a great undercover officer and you get all passionate and worked up when there's injustice. I remember that flier you gave me about the uh, needy in, er, Asia? This is sort of similar, eh?"

"I can't even muster a response to that. If you think I'm agreeing to do this, you are very, very wr-" I hear someone clear his throat behind me. Shit.

"What was that, Officer Campbell?" The captain's nasal voice invades my ears as I put on a sugary smile.

"Nothing, sir. I was speaking with Fre-Officer McClair about the new assignment. I'm thrilled that you would trust me with such a vital investigative opportunity, Captain."

He raises his eyebrows, "Glad to hear it. You'll be starting as soon as possible—tomorrow if you can learn your back story and get the facts. And I'm not an idiot—this sort of sucking up won't get you anywhere." He gives Freddie a nod and walks back to his office.

And that's how I got the shitty assignment of infiltrating a porn company. Fuck.

...Okay, it's not that simple. The brass has gotten a tip-off that there may be either underage girls in their 'films' or there might be illegally transported foreign sex workers..or both...or maybe it's just a prostitution front. We honestly have no evidence except for an anonymous informant and pressure from the mayor to take care of the problem. Apparently it would look really bad if there was this horrible secret sex operation that went into the papers. The Captain just happens to be sleeping with the Mayor, too.

To no one's surprise, especially my own, the 'studio' is out of the way and completely filthy. How anyone can get off watching people fucking in such an unsanitary place is beyond me. Then again, people watching porn aren't exactly expecting a cinematic masterpiece. Glancing around the parking lot, I'm half paranoid that someone I know will see me. This despite the fact that I've dyed my hair blonde and am in an out of the way compound dozens of kilometers away from civilization.

"Can I help you?" says the woman working at the front desk, like a receptionist but more slutty.

"Yeah, I, uh, I'm here for an interview," I mumble, swallowing thickly. Two days before I had gotten a packet about the company—Pleasure Productions—and now here I am, trying to join their 'team'. The pay is actually pretty good, but somehow I suspect that the 'company retreats' mentioned on their websites translates to video-taped orgies.

The receptionist looks me up and down, several times, undressing me with her eyes. After taking in my entirely appropriate outfit, she finally says, "Hon, I don't know if you're right for this kind of acting."

I feel a flare of annoyance and anger, "What, I'm not attractive enough? I'm not enough of a thespian to perform? Do I need to bring in my diploma from university?" I can't believe I'm getting offended that some whore is telling me I'm not cutout for porn, but somehow I am.

She licks her lips, "Not the problem, babes. But I've seen a lot of girls come through these doors and I know which types are right. You're too uptight—don't seem like the kind of girl to be agree to half the things we do here. One problem? You're wearing a business suit to an adult entertainment company interview."

Hmm. "Well I'll have you know that I'm not auditioning for a part in the, uh, film. I am going to be a writer."

Skankceptionist snorts derisively, "Good luck with that then. You got an appointment with the boss?"

"Yeah. I called him earlier."

"Okay, I've paged him. It's the third door on the left."

I smile and thank the girl, then head down the hallway. Moaning and screaming begin to permeate through the walls, and I can't help but glance through the window of a door.

Eeeewww. Fetish porn is, well I'll just leave it up to you. And hope that somehow evolution gets rid of it. I glance down at my shoes, praying to God that STDs can't pass through solids. I grab a sanitized wipe and rub it over the door to the office of the 'president'. Who knows what kind of fluids are on the door?

I step into the office to see what appears to be a very nice setup. There are two large armchairs, paintings on the wall, and what looks like an expensive desk. Sitting behind the desk is a man much younger than what I was expecting.

"Hello," I say with a little wave, "May I sit down?"

"Yes, of course. Welcome to the company."

"Thank you for having me, Mr. Um..."

"McPherson. But you can call me Gordon." He extends his hand and I hesitantly shake it. It's slightly sticky. I am definitely going to run out of wipes by the end of today.

So...what do you think?

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I don't think this story will be very long either way, but I thought it could be interesting. Lol, enough talk. I'm hoping to update Devil later.