A demonic porn studio

The sun was setting over the city as it was getting into the evening. In a small office above a small alley, the light still was on. Inside, Jim was sitting over his company numbers. They did not look good. Then his phone ran and he picked it up. The call wasn't the longest and his face got even grimmer.

"But you can't do that, Lily," he spoke into the phone. "I need you next weekend. You said you would be available. I already booked a location and it is costing me a pile of money."

He kept listening to the female on the other side of the line.

"No, no," he then said with some feeling of resignment. "I can understand that RealityBros is paying you a lot more than I. And you really can't make it back to the city in time? Okay, you call me if you can make it."

He hung up and sighed. There was no way Lily would be in town. He knew the business too well. Jim was running a small porn company for years, almost since he left school. And for years it was making him a good revenue. But lately, money had got sparse, as he couldn't fully keep up with the bigger studios with better and bigger marketing.

He ran the numbers again. The location for the weekend, a mansion outside the city, was booked, and even if he canceled it now, he had to pay more than half of the rental fee. A lot of his normal porn actresses either were out of town or booked otherwise. Some weren't interested anymore to star for his small label. His eyes went to a letter, which he had received a few days ago. A purchase offer for his studio but he also knew it was only about the name and the buyer would close everything else down after he sold. It was not a great price they offered but probably enough for him to start something new in some other profession.

He just wanted to grab the phone and call the other company's boss, as someone knocked against his office door. Jim stopped for a moment. How did someone get into the building? The front door had no handle from the outside and someone would need a key to get in.

"Yes?" he asked and the door opened. A man in a suit stepped in. "Who are you? How did you get in here?"

"Asmodeus," the man said and sat down on the couch. "I have to offer you a better deal than written in that letter."

"What? How do you know of this letter?" Jim asked. "And I still want to know how you got in here."

A blink of an eye later Asmodeus stood at the table and leaned over to him. "I am a demon," he said with a grin. "But no worry, I am not after your soul or so."

"A demon ...," Jim said. "Good joke."

"Joke?" Asmodeus said and snipped with a finger. The letter burst into flames and turned into ash. "I am not a joke, human. Sit down and we can talk."

Jim leaned back in his chair as Asmodeus sat down too.

"What do you want?"

"As said, I have an offer. You see, I always lusting for corruption. Draining innocence out of someone is fueling my powers. And there you come into play."

"Because of my studio ...?"

"Exactly." Asmodeus leaned forward. "Let us corrupt the innocent. I turn them into the busty bimbos, skanky sluts, and whatever comes to my mind. And you produce and distribute this, so the corruption is further spread. What do you say?"

Jim took a moment the think about it. Then he nodded. "I am in."