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Tragedy of A Porn Star

Chapter 1: What? A Thong?

"You want me to what!"

Dark was looking incredulously at Keiji Saga with eyes the size of saucers.

The man just grinned sheepishly at Dark's reddening and unbelieving face.

Dark held up a black, skimpy thong away from him, and glared disgustingly at it. "No way in hell am I wearing this… … thing." The blush grew evidently. "It is too small." He mumbled incoherently under his breadth.

Keiji leaned forward in his swivel executive chair, straining to listen. "What did you say?"

Dark was still blushing as he shook his head furiously, "Nothing!" Realizing Keiji was staring at him even more weirdly than before, he stopped. "And I'm still not wearing that monstrous looking 'thing'. Don't make me, 'cause I will never…" He did not get to finish his ranting as Keiji cut in abruptly, "Well, there is simply no way you're escaping wearing that, Dark." He threw a glance at the offending object that was still dangling precariously in Dark's hand. "Dark." He bored into Dark's amethyst eyes. "You are a Porn. Star." He emphasized the word 'porn'. Dark cringed. Keiji stood up and walked over, continuing his unwavering intent look at Dark and pointed crudely to the thong. "And that's a requisite."

Dark gaped like a goldfish and spurted out, "But the contract didn't say anything about that!"

"And it even more so didn't state that I need to sleep with some guy!"

"Plus, I didn't sign up to be a porn star! So I don't have to…" Dark paused in mid-sentence as he was dealt with another mental blow this morning. I think I'm gonna faint.

A piece of laminated paper was held right in front of Dark's extremely stunned face. A look of disbelief and exasperation was explicitly painted on his features. His fine brows arched in confusion, then irritation and his pouty lips were set in a grimace. Damn, I can't tear this wretched paper up. (A/N: It is laminated beforehand for this reason)

His name was printed in bold across the contract. Dark Mousy.

I, Dark Mousy, agreed to be a Porn Star in the production of "XXX" movie. I will be a slutty, shameless actor with any lack of modesty that will do anything that Keiji Saga says.

"I swear I did not signed that!" Dark attempted desperately to destroy the damnable paper as Keiji carefully maneuvered it out of his reach. And what sort of crap contract is that?

"You amended it!" Dark pointed an accusing finger at a smug Keiji.

Keiji shrugged and smiled innocently. "Well, your signature is on it. It's undeniable."

At that moment, Dark felt like life was not worth living for.

Then, a glimmer of hope sparkled in Dark's pitiful eyes. "And what if I void the contract."

"Actually, you can."

Oh, God had not yet… Dark's heart danced in joy at the words.

"On one condition, you have to pay a beautiful sum of ten million yen as a penalty." Keiji calmly stated matter-of-factly.

Forsaken me. The whole world crashes down on Dark as he crumbled to the floor.

"Ten million… ten million… " Dark stupidly repeated as he whimpered on the ground in a heap. "Why yes, ten million yen is indeed a lovely enormous sum. I guess you can't afford it, can you?" Keiji gave a fake sigh and absently started admiring his diamond rings on his fingers.

Tears streamed down Dark's face as he realized the magnitude of his predicament.

Keiji bend down to pick up the discarded thong and tossed it at Dark. "You have no choice. Go change and be out in ten minutes for the shoot."

Dark cried a little more dramatically hoping to get a little sympathy. However, seeing that Saga had unrelentingly pushed him out of his office to the direction of the changing rooms, he dragged his feet on, accepting his bitter fate.

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Damn.. This is so not my day. Why did I ever sign some stupid piece of paper! Oh ya.. I was threatened with my life. Angrily and sulkily resigned to his fate, Dark slammed the fitting room door shut. Loudly.

Outside, he heard something about "That guy has an issue man."

Who wouldn't if they are suddenly forced into this situation!

Dark striped unwillingly. Halfway stuck with his jeans over one knee, an inpatient knocking started sounding on his fitting room door. "Hurry up."

He groaned at the disturbance, What! He has only been in there for like.. one minute!

Wanting to irritate the one outside a little more, he continued even more slowly and finally rid of his clothes after another minute. After hesitating for a moment, he pulled on the thong even more unwillingly. Definitely wanting to at least retain some modesty, he pulled his low-slung jeans back on.

Swinging the fitting door open violently, Dark glared at the man, "What! Damnit! Can't you use another room!"

The man looked on past him coolly. "Excuse me?"

Dark glared some more and grudgingly stepped aside letting the man entry to the fitting room. Stuck-up asshole.

He took one last long fiery glare at the door and left for the shooting scene.

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At the shooting scene, Dark admired the photo-shoot set. The set flooring was laid with a thick white fur rug. The photo shoot backdrop was of glistening silver with black ribbons strewn over the edges. There was an ivory-white recliner placed a little off middle. It would have been beautiful if he did not have to wear that 'thing'. Dark shifted uncomfortably at the dreading thought of having to be near-naked later on.

"Dark, meet your co-star." Interrupted from his nightmare, Dark spun around at Keiji's voice.

Dark's jaws dropped as he recognized the man from before back at the fitting room area. Fuck.

Authoress Notes: Poor Dark! HahaX. Plot bunnies had jumped out of the hole suddenly, and I had an impulse to write this fic. Do tell me what ya think about it! And any evil, smexy ideas on plans for Dark, please tell too! I'll see if I can add them in.