The Intergalactic Pornography Department

"So, let me get this straight - you know full well this is an entirely alien-based industry, and you know they're heavily biased against your race," the caster began. "You know many people are gonna want to see you getting thrown around in numerous situations and conditions, including things that can quite literally split you in half. You want to do this?"

"Yep!"

Your name was Starling Delight, an amateur star who had mainly been making the rounds on the internet as a solo star, and had finally elected to spice up his life and go into the industry, with men, women and many other types of things in between looking to get between your legs and make you cream yourself like a shower gel bottle in a hydraulic press. Hell, the overpopulation had meant that a bunch of times, there were multiple men and tops to one poor, poor bottom. But you knew this. You wanted to test your limits. Your identity, too, was also a surprise. You were a dullahan, who could pop your head off and act as a separate entity without dying, which many people often took advantage of.

The caster in front of you slowly, and hesitantly, slipped a slip of paper towards you with a pen, to which you damn near instantly signed your name. You were in.

He would sigh gently, taking it and standing, feeding it into a machine. "We'll call you." Since they were understaffed, you were most definitely in. You knew it.

The next day, your phone began to ring, a sultry female voice on the other end. "Mnn, hello?" you started.

"Oh, you sound like such a dear. My name is Cassie De Lux, your new manager. There's like, three scenes they've tossed on you."

Three? Three of those things?

"Don't worry, they're each full of people already and were just waiting for a spot to free up, so, which of these do you wanna do first? Obviously, it's your big debut, so they'll be so happy to have a new toy to play with!"