In that very afternoon

I moved in that very afternoon. My new "buddy", Tiffany, showed me around and helped me get settled. She was the bubbly secretary who had greeted me during my interview. Turned out she was also an occasional fluffer, helping the male talent stay hard between scenes.

"It's not so bad once you get used to it," she assured me as we unpacked my meager belongings in the tiny bedroom. A twin bed took up most of the space, with a dresser shoved against one wall. But it was clean and private - more than I could say for my mom's house.

Tiffany ran through my job duties: answer phones, sort mail, make coffee runs, keep the break room stocked. I'd have access to the database of performer profiles and portfolios in case any directors needed reference material. And of course, keep my eyes open and mouth shut about anything I witnessed on set.

After Tiffany left, I flopped down on the bed with a sigh. It wasn't much, but it was mine. For now, at least. I knew I couldn't stay here forever...but maybe it would be enough time to save up some money and figure out what I really wanted to do with my life.