A strange advert.

I pause for a moment, wondering what I might say to Jenny regarding her video. I watch it a second time. It was very arousing watching another girl licking her in that way. This ignites something inside me, and suddenly I'm browsing amateur videos on the net, I watch a few that catch my interest on Pornhub. A few absent-minded clicks later and I'm looking at this really poorly made advert.

It looks like a Geocities site which someone has made in five minutes. A bad Geocities site. The page is all garish colours and badly cropped images of women mid coitus or performing oral sex on men..

Do you want to be the next big thing?

Looking for danger, excitement & adventure?

Call us today and start your path to stardom.

I had to admit, there was a weird charm to it. The idea of it excited me. I saw at the bottom of the page there was a number, and a local number at that. I decided to throw caution to the wind and call them. I punched the number into my phone and dialled it. It rang for several minutes before what sounded like a young girl picked up.

“Hi, this is Emma. Who is calling?” The girl at the other end of the phone asked.

“This is Morgan. I'm calling about the advert?” I told her.

“Advert? What advert...... fucking Randy.” Emma replied.

“Is there some kind of mistake?” I asked in response.

“Look, I'm going to get my friend to call you back in a few minutes. You'll need to talk to him about it,” Emma advised me before ending the call.

I was honestly just confused and not sure what to make of the situation. A minute or so later, I saw an unknown number was calling my phone. I answered.

“What you need? Pills, dope, coke?” A male voice asked me.

“I think you might have the wrong number. I was calling about the advert.”

“Ah, sorry about that. Yeah, I need some people to film for a video series I'm doing. What's your day looking like?” The male on the other end of the phone asked.

“I'm on my lunch break, but I don't even know who you are,” I replied.

“Shit, yeah, sorry about that. I'm Randy. If you are free to meet now, we could discuss things.” Randy introduced himself.

“I have maybe an hour,” I advised.

“That's perfect,” Randy replied.

“I have some conditions. I want to know what you are doing with the footage, and I don't want my face showing on camera.” I told him.

“I can work with that. How about a mask?” He asked.

“As long as it covers my identity, that would be fine. What about the footage?” I repeated.

“I'll be releasing it through a premium feed eventually. I can send you the footage after it has been edited before we release it.” He explained.

“That all sounds good. When do you want to film this?” I asked.

“Didn't you say you were on lunch break?” He questioned.

“Yeah, I've got maybe an hour. Possibly a little longer if I push things back.” I replied.

“I have a hotel room we could use for this. Booked by the hour, you know how these things go.” Randy told me.

“I could meet you there,” I responded.

“I'll send you the address and room number.” He advised.

He simply hung up, not even waiting to see if I was in agreement or not. I was unsure if I was meeting a drug dealer or someone who produced porn, maybe both. I weighed it in my mind, considering this sounded like it could be dangerous, but it also excited me. I decided to go through with it. I got the elevator down to the lobby and walked over to my car. I got in and entered the address of the hotel into my satnav.

I was aware of the hotel, and it had a reputation for being a place people used for affairs and when they paid for sex by the hour. It was not far from the office, and I drove over there fairly quickly. I parked and entered the lobby, checking the room number I had been sent, and got the elevator upstairs. It was on the second floor. I knocked on the door.

If the man who greeted me when he opened the door was in his twenties, I would be very surprised. His hair was styled into dreads and tied back in a sort of ponytail. He was fairly handsome, with full cheeks and a strong jawline. He appeared to be wearing some kind of smart glasses.

“Fuck. You're really hot.” He told me.

“You must be Randy. I'm Morgan.” I told him.

He showed me into the room. It was fairly sparse: a bed, television and a wardrobe.

“So you want to shoot?” He asked

“Shoot what exactly?” I replied

“I've been making videos with a few friends, and we are always looking for other people to film with. I wanted to do some shoots that feel a bit more spontaneous, like in the moment, you know. But I can pay.” He told me.

“And what are you doing with the footage?” I asked, genuinely curious at this point.

“We'll probably include it in our finished project, but I want to put stuff up online for sale as well,” Randy replied.

The idea of filming something like this was really getting me aroused. Jenny did not seem to be aware she was being filmed, which made her video exciting. This was also a turn-on for me, though being recruited like this for some adult video project.

“What about anonymity?” I queried.

He reached into a bag that was near the bed and pulled out a small bag, which he handed to me. Inside it was this mask which looked the sort you would see people wearing for a masquerade ball; it was black and felt like it was made from porcelain. I tried it on and went into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. It covered my face reasonably well, and I think it did a good job of masking who I was. I walked back out to rejoin Randy.

“We good?” He asked.

“Yes, that should work. So are you wanting to shoot now?"