Hani

Your reverie is interrupted by the next interviewee.

She walks in with an air of confidence and sits without being asked. "Hi, John," she says, "Nice to meet you. I'm..."

"Hani," you reply. "You're Hani."

"You remember me?" she smiles, apparently surprised.

"How could I forget?" you respond. "You're the one who made EXID what it is."

Hani laughs, shaking her head. "I don't know about that. I just did my best."

"Well, your best was outstanding," you tell her. "You're the main reason they got noticed."

"Now I feel guilty for leaving them to do porn," she laughs.

You laugh with her, and then pause. "So, why did you decide to leave?"

"It's a long story," she says with a sigh. "I don't even know how to start it."

"How about you start from the beginning," you suggest.

"Okay," she nods. "To the beginning."

"To the beginning," you repeat.

You listen as she tells you about how she was scouted, how she met the other girls in the group, the struggles and the triumphs, everything.

You don't know how long you've been talking when you notice that darkness has fallen outside your office window. "I didn't know it was this late," you say.

"I could tell this story forever," she says with a smile. "I don't want to bore you."

"You think you could ever bore me?" you ask, flirtatiously.

She laughs. "I don't know."

"Let's go somewhere and talk about it some more," you say. "My apartment is close. We could continue there?"

"Of course," she nods, giving you a shy smile. "I'd love to."

You grab your things and head out of your office, locking it behind you. You get into your car, and Hani gets into the passenger seat. You head off towards your place, a short drive away.

"How did you get into this line of work?" she asks as you turn onto your street.

"Porn?" You ask. "I just saw a gap in the market, and I knew I could fill it."

"You knew you could fill it?" she asks.

"Definitely," you nod.

"What gap are you referring to?"

"The gap between what men want to see and what porn currently provides for them."

"And what do you provide?" she asks curiously.

"I provide... a fantasy," you tell her.

"Fantasy? Don't you just film girls having sex?" she asks.

You shake your head. "I don't just film girls having sex. I film girls making love."

"Making love?" she asks, clearly confused. "What does that mean? There is no emotion in porn. It's all fake."

"It doesn't have to be," you tell her. "Sometimes, it's real."

"Have you done that yet?" she asks. "Had sex with one of the actresses, I mean. Or is it all just lesbian porn you’ve made?"

"Yeah, I’ve had sex with my actresses," you admit.

"With Seolhyun?" she asks.

"Seolhyun... and Ahin..." you admit, your voice trailing off. You shake your head as if to get your thoughts back in order, then continue. "But anyway, yeah, that's what I do. I film real people having real sex. Sometimes it's spontaneous, and sometimes I have to plan it, but either way, it's genuine passion. And it's not a camera crew following a fake porn star getting fake excited, it's real people, having real sex, because they want to. That's what sets my stuff apart from the rest. I don't hire fake actors, I don't make things up, and I don't do any of that fake shit. Everything you see is real."

"Everything?" she asks.

You nod.

"So... nothing is staged, or simulated? Everything that happens, happens?" she asks, a little nervous.

"Everything that happens, happens," you nod.

"So when you said that you had sex with Seolhyun and Ahin..." she thinks for a moment, "I haven't seen that one. Is that a movie that you haven't released yet, or?"

"No," you reply, "We haven't even scripted that yet. That was... rehearsal, I guess. But we all wanted it."

Hani's eyes widen, and she stares at you, taking a deep breath. "Wow," she says. "That's... that's something."

You pull into your parking spot and kill the engine. "You must think me terribly unprofessional," you say, slightly teasingly, "Having sex with my actresses."

She shakes her head. "It's something I never thought about. But... if you're going to have sex with women on camera, you need to make sure you have chemistry, right? If I understand you correctly."

She gives you a cheeky grin, and you laugh. "Something like that, yeah."

"So, now what?" she asks. "You're not just going to tell me to have sex with you, and put it up on the internet, right?"

"What? No!" You reply, "That’s not how this company operates.” You feel a bit guilty, realising you’re so **** to get off that you’ve driven her to your apartment in the hopes she’d be into that “I just thought we could go to my place and... well..." You trail off.

She smiles. "Well, what?" she asks encouragingly.

"See if we have chemistry," you explain.

"I'm not going to fuck you," she replies, “I don’t do that on the first… well, not ‘date,’ but whatever this is.”

"I wouldn't wouldn't ask that," you reply, "I- I'm sorry, I just want to see if we have some sort of connection."

She smiles. "I think that can be arranged." She looks down and smirks slightly. "I said I won’t fuck you, John, not that I won’t do anything with you. I hope you like eating pussy."

You're taken aback by her boldness, and your mouth gapes slightly. "I... well, I love eating pussy," you manage to reply.

"Great," she smiles, unbuckling her seat belt and leaning towards you. She reaches over and kisses you briefly on the lips, just a brief taste, no tongue, then pulls away. "Let's go."