Launching a bold new career in porn

Sophie Turner couldn't believe it had come to this. Her highly publicised divorce had hit its peak; with legal wrangling and fights over where her two young daughters would be raised, with smear campaigns and negative publicity. Worse, she'd not been working much due to raising the girls, and the daily headlines weren't helping her find more paying work. Her funds were running low; high-powered lawyers didn't come cheap.

"Get me any job, anything!" she'd demanded of her agent, and after a couple of days at angry shock when he'd made the unorthodox proposition, she'd reluctantly conceded. Sophie just needed quick money, and this offer would get her $5 million for just three movies and a filmed audition. The problem was this: it was a porn contract. It'd basically end her movie career, but... it'd give her enough capital to easily win this divorce.

And so she found herself in thick make-up, her lips a bright red. Her black top clung to her, showing off more breast than she'd normally like. But then, she was about to show off more than she'd really like. But she had to do it. She'd signed the contract and now, Sophie Turner was committed to doing porn.

Still, Sophie felt nervous as she walked into the all-too-familiar casting couch room. The filmed interview was just an excuse to film another porno. It was a small room, the walls not visible on camera strung up with lights and recording equipment, a cameraman holding a small portable camera and nodding professionally to her. An autocue was in where her eyeline would be: at least she didn't have to memorise execrable porn dialogue, she'd just need to recite it convincingly in the moment.

Behind the desk, camera pointing over his shoulder, was her 'co-star', Steve. Sophie felt a little disappointed, if she had to do porno, surely a hung stud would have been better than this short, middle aged, balding man with a paunch. "Hey, just take a seat," he said, the camera already rolling. She nervously waved hi as she sat down, crossing one jeans-clad leg over the other. "So, Sophie, it's rare we get so well-known a face in here. Sansa Stark! So, you want to do porn?"

Internally Sophie cringed, but she managed to keep disgust from showing on her face and gave a smiling giggle. "Well, you know, it seemed such a good way to make money."

"Man, even your voice is too classy for here. We don't get a lot of English girls here," Steve said. As the autocue still hadn't begun prompting her, she just feigned another nervous giggle. "But I have to say, you look incredible. That body, after... how many kids is it you've had? Two? Damn. Twentysomething body who's a genuine milf, I think people will really love that. But we still got to audition you, let's see..."