From Bigot to Porn

As the cab rolled onwards down the street its sole fare paid little attention to the surroundings despite her gazing wistfully out the side window. Her mind was somewhere far away, revisiting the twisted path of fate that had brought her to this moment and this cab ride. She had been someone. Someone important that is. Fame, wealth, glamour, status, she had had it all. She had been an actress, a star, a celebrity, and an icon. It had been that last one that had gotten her in trouble.

If she had just been an actress there would have been at least a small chance that a stint in rehab might have saved her career after the incident. But having aligned herself so strongly with the cause of social justice there had been no amount of PR that could have wiped away the stink of hypocrisy that had irrevocably stained her reputation. The recording that had spread far and wide across social media like a wildfire had been impossible to stamp out. It was now the most viewed video on YouTube, most retweeted post on Twitter, and had spent weeks at the top of Reddit to boot.

(Video Flashback)

Grainy footage plays of what appears to be a private booth in a swank nightclub. From the movement of the point of view it’s obvious that the footage was taken by a phone. Emma Watson, starlet & activist is clearly in view. She chugs the content of a shot glass before slamming it down atop the table so hard every other glass there shakes in response. She’s clearly plastered as she laughs uproariously. The voice of the camera’s owner suddenly chimes in.

“So, Emma, what kind of guy do you like? How about someone like that stud of a bartender over there?” The stunning brunette glanced over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing as she checked out the aforementioned drink slinger.

“No. I’m not into ****.” She rolls her eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The voice of the person on the other side of the phone is clearly taken aback.

“If I’m going to fuck a guy, he’s at least got to be human.” Emma let out a spiteful laugh. “What? You’d let that thing put its paws on your body? Not me!” The video whips over to the bar, the black bartender totally unaware of the conversation unfolding or the fact that he’s being filmed. Then it sweeps back over to Emma who is sitting there with a most condescending grin upon her lips before the video cuts to black.

(End Video)

The footage had leaked the following day and things had snowballed downhill from there. One by one her circle had abandoned her. Offers had dried up immediately and the studios she had signed contracts with distanced themselves within hours of the leak. Then they had come after her in court. Breach of contract suits piled up atop each other. The money she hadn’t spent on lawyers had been taken from her to repay the studios legal fees and loss of revenue for the films they had to cancel. With no home, no money, and no support structure willing to even entertain talking to her any longer she was following up on the only lead she had left. Even if it happened to disgust her.

The cab finally pulled up in front of a building that looked, much to her surprise, sleek and new. Emma snapped back to reality, glancing first at the building which made her wonder just what sort of studio was it. It was a four-story red brick building that had nice walls, two-way windows, and from what she saw, hanging over the entrance a neon sign that read Fallen Eden Studios in big red letters. Glancing around the neighborhood she found the studio building fit right in. There were numerous storefronts, most of them were operating from a skeleton crew of sorts just enough for them to function easily. There was a liquor store, a pawn shop, and a gun store that all happened to be the same establishment.

The cab driver tossed her the single bag of luggage that now represented all her worldly possessions before collecting his fare, leaving Emma with a buck fifty to her name. Then he jumped back into the cab, and she swore she heard him call her a stuck-up bitch before the cab pulled away from the corner and left her alone on the sidewalk of a strange looking neighborhood. The disgraced starlet was confused this was supposed to be a... pornographic studio and this was nothing like she expected it to be.

The slim brunette waltzed right up to the creaky looking wooden door and saw a security buzzer on the side. With a gulp Emma pressed it and then heard the buzzing from it before she began to wait. She kept glancing back over her shoulder nervously as she waited for a response. Finally, a minute or so later she heard someone on the other side of the door unlocking it. It then automatically swung open and standing before her was someone who would have looked right at home as a corporate CEO. He was young in her opinion maybe in his 20's at best. His hair was slicked back and his suit was prim and clean. He took a second to look her up and down, not saying anything with an eyes of a hawk calculating her entire stature. It had been a warm day and Emma had dressed accordingly. She had on a white tank top that clung tightly to her petite frame revealing the feminine curves of her sexy bod. She also wore a pair of cutoff jean shorts that fit her like a glove showing off her long slender legs. For one who had previously worn fine designer gowns at gala parties and movie premieres she was every bit as stunning in the casual wear that was all that she could now afford.

"Emma Watson." The man said with a calm and collected demeanor. "When security said you were at the front door, I had to come look for myself." He said surprised Emma would be here of all places.

"Yes, well I did receive an Email from your studio offering employment." Emma said as the man nodded to this as the two proceeded to shake hands.

"My sisters doing no doubt." He mumbled while shaking her hands. "Honestly Ms. Watson I suspected you would turn down the offer seems I was mistaken." The man said making it clear that Emma surprised him here.

'Not like I had much of a choice.' Emma thought bitterly to herself as this was the only place willing to hire her.

"Well welcome to Fallen Eden Studios home to the largest and most popular streaming service of filth in the world among other things." The man said as he looked to Emma.

"Yes, I looked you up online and from what I understood you make pornography." Emma said hating herself for being reduced to this.

"Yes a brainchild of my sister and I can't say I was to thrilled at first but it pays the bills." The man said as he revealed to have a partner in this endeavor. "Let's talk more inside." The man said and in turn Emma followed the man inside. Emma expected the inside to look nothing like the outside, but she was again mistaken. The entire place looked like the offices she was used to seeing back before her dumb drunken mistake screwed her over. "We normally do hard core stuff but on rare occasions we do the soft-core romance stuff as well." He said while leading Emma through the building. "The fact that we do a bit of everything is why we're so popular." He said as Emma was surprised over what she saw around here.

The entire place was clean and shiny that if not for the images of some of their popular porn on the walls Emma would have thought she walked into a regular studio. Eventually they entered an elevator as the man continued to talk to her. "You're not the first starlet whose come to our doorsteps and I doubt you'll be the last, but meet any of them they can confirm we give better then the other guys would." He said calmly to Emma. "Some of the girls who come our way find a way to get back into Hollywood as well." The man added which gave Emma some hope.

"What about me?" Emma asked but the man sighed a bit.

"Emma if you hadn't been a big of an activist maybe but as it stands... not so much." He said being honest with her about this just as they got to their floor. When the doors opened Emma then saw some of the office workers the few woman she saw where in the most revealing bits of clothing she ever saw. It was professional looking yes but in a the most slutty way possible.

When the man saw this he sighed knowing her past. "Emma if you have a problem with the uniform... blame my sister." He said as Emma highly doubted that. "She and I run this place, I handle most of our business related stuff and she handles our practical stuff." He said as this meant the man might be her agent from now on.

They soon got to his office and to her shock and the mans annoyance they saw a young woman eating out another. "That's right baby right in there!" She ordered reveling a lack of panties on.

"Marie my desk again!?" The man shouted causing Marie to adjust her glasses and smirk before pushing the girl off.

"Come on bro it's just a bit of fun." She teased causing Emma to go wide eyed to this.

"See what I have to deal with?" The man asked and thus he sighed and took a seat on his chair while offering Emma a seat as well. Marie leaned on the spot she was getting eaten out at and thus the man glared at her.

"Alright I'm leaving was dropping off a few things anyway." She said before taking her leave before the man sighed in frustration.

"Ok I'm starting to believe you." Emma said never once meeting a girl so open about her... lust.

"Anyway you just met my sister Marie Pax my name is Morgan Pax." Morgan introduced himself as Emma nodded.

"A pleasure." Emma said with a nod to the man.

"I know that look though you were expecting a crappy shithole of a building right?" Morgan asked as Emma laughed nervously. "Don't worry every girl who comes here does, a better location and appearance equals better results." He said showing that he was not sleazy for sure.

"Anyway Ms. Watson we're happy to have you with us I'm sure my sister will give you no end to grief later." Morgan said warning Emma of his sister.

"I think I can endure her antics." Emma said being professional a bit.

"Here's hoping." Morgan said as he passed to Emma a pamphlet of papers and a pen. "As I understand you currently lack a place of residence among other things correct?" Morgan asked as Emma looked through the papers. "We at Fallen Eden Studios provide our actors with board and complimentary meals." Morgan said surprising Emma about this. "The contract there is for a year of employment with the option of an extension as well as the terms of lease should you agree to rent out one of our apartments." Morgan explained as he was being professional about this.

"The pay may not be as good as what you are used to but its still quiet stable." He said as he pointed out the areas. "Rent will be deducted from your pay and you will be given a monthly stippened for your needs." Morgan said pointing out everything he had been asked plenty of times before. "The main thing is that you are to be on call 24/7 for the duration of this contract we try to keep things as clean as possible here so don't be afraid to pitch in a bit." Morgan said as he looked to Emma

For a minute Emma sat there in silence, going back and forth with herself. On the other choice. She’d be out on the street with a dollar and change if she said no at this point. She’d spent the last of her money on the travel expenses to get here. On the other hand, if she signed that contract, she’d spend the next year of her life working as a porn star. From what little she’d had the stomach to watch while researching their video catalog it was certain to be the most degrading experience of her life. She who had spoken before the UN on women’s rights would be selling her body, her sexuality, to titillate and excite men as they watched her get fucked, cummed on, and physically & verbally abused.

A.) Yes

B.) No