Disclaimer: All Twilight names, places and characteristics belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her toys.
Authors note: This is just something new I'm trying so I hope you like it!
Isabella Swan. Porn star.
That's right, you heard me. The seemingly quiet, polite, meek, Isabella Swan ended up in the porn industry.
And before you ask, no I wasn't hurt in the past, abandoned by a man or my family, or drop out of school because I became accidently impregnated by the football jock at school. I simply made a choice and enjoy sex.
Let me give you a little background…
It started when I was an English student in college. Eric was the guy in charge of our building and I caught him dancing in front of a camera in nothing but his tightie whities and a feather boa...
"Fucking hell, Bella! Don't you knock?" He screeched, dangling his feathers in front of his... package.
"Shit, Eric! Do you... Do you wax your legs?" I held my stomach in my side splitting laughter.
That was a good memory. After I eventually stopped laughing, Eric explained that on the side of his PHd work, he made intimate movies of himself and sold them online. It was only when he showed me his bank statement that I realised that's where the dollar in life lies.
Eric helped me sign up to the website he was with. I got myself drunk on vodka shots and managed to prance around in my underwear in front of a live camera. A little bit of ass shaking and squeezing my tits together, it was actually fun.
I made two hundred dollars that night.
That year in college was spent with me and Eric filming each other in various situations. Eric's never went further than letting horny teenagers watching him jerk off. Myself? Well... Let's say I invested in a lot of lingerie and toys that year.
Eventually, Eric got laid and bored of the business but didn't want to lose out on the money.
I'd found a taste for it. My inner sexual Goddess if you will... I wasn't ready to completely give up my secret life, but I didn't know what to now without Eric.
"C'mon B! You could go all the way in this business, baby girl! Enrique reckons he could get you a job on his new set."
"Do you think so?" I worried.
"It's an excuse to get some between the sheets action isn't it? I haven't seen you with a guy all year."
"That's because I've either been writing essays or filming you doing your best Beyonce impression."
"I'm just saying, it's a classy company. Get laid, get paid."
"Make me sound like a whore why don't you?" I mumbled.
Eric persuaded me meet his new squeeze, Enrique and after three hours and four margaritas, I was signing on the dotted line and agreeing for Eric to be my agent.
I never looked back.
I was watching Eric on the phone, I only knew who he was talking about by the initial 'M'.
"M? She's in darling, send me the contracts and I'll arrange her flight tickets."
Eric put the phone down and started clapping.
"So?"
"You need to fly out to England next week; you can have your six month check up there."
Ahh that time of year again. All regular 'actors and actresses' were required to have regular sexual health check-ups.
"What about names? Who will I be with? Do I know them?" I asked.
Eric looked down at his sheet of paper, raised his perfectly sculpted eyebrows and handed me the file. I glanced at my friend before I looked down at the black and white text.
Jasper Hale-Cullen.
Emmett Cullen.
Edward Cullen.
Oooh!