Gavin frowned as he looked up at the building. Is this it? He probably shouldn't have been surprised. His brother was rich. Of course, he could afford a bourgeois mansion for his business venture, but he'd expected the porn studio to be a little more seedy looking than it was. From his place by the iron gate, it looked like a luxury hotel or a private estate. There were vast gardens surrounding a huge white house that probably had at least fifteen bedrooms. Outside there were a few expensive cars parked in the gravelled lot, though there were quite a few cheap ones, too. The difference between owners and staff...Gavin thumbed in the code with a sigh and stepped through. He didn't even know what job his brother had lined up for him. All he knew was that he'd take what he could get. Having lost his last job due to injury, he couldn't afford to be picky. His rent wouldn't pay itself, and he'd die before asking Elijah to foot the bill. I mean, he sort of will foot the bill, but at least I'm doing something in return!

Up at the main house, he was surprised to find the door unlocked and no one in the entrance hall to greet him. Pulling out his phone, he checked the details of the message again. He definitely had the right day and time. Had they forgotten about him? Forgotten about the owner's brother coming in for a job? That seemed unlikely. The entrance hall was bright and airy, all white and welcoming. The main staircase led up to an open balcony surrounding the first floor, but he couldn't see anyone up there either. He called a hesitant greeting, voice bouncing off the hollow walls. There were huge, bright windows, but no curtains, and the blinds were all pulled up to let the sunlight in. He crossed to the main desk with a sigh, deciding he should probably wait. The laptop on the surface had been left shut, a clear sign the receptionist was either off that day or out to lunch.

Looking around, he noticed a few tall vases of flowers scattered around to offer a little colour to the pristine white canvas, and a few of the walls had earthy paintings of forests and valleys. The marble floor had been buffed recently and shone wherever the light hit it. Every small sound seemed to echo in the towering space, which would have been a waste if Gavin didn't already know they filmed in there. He recognised a few of the paintings and tastefully chosen furnishings from his own viewings. His head snapped to the side, green eyes widening as a door was thrown open somewhere above.

"...n't just quit! We've barely started for the day!" Hurried steps were heading his way as the argument continued. The young man that appeared was quite attractive. He was slim and probably only a little taller than Gavin, with messy brown curls that fluffed in the summer heat. His clothing suggested he wasn't ready for filming, but then a lot of porn stars arrived in casual dress. He was at least being paid well if the Levis and navy Ralph Lauren shirt were anything to go by.

"Find someone else! I've fucking had it with this!" The young man was almost in tears as he stomped down the stairs, brown eyes glittering as he swiped his red cheeks. He seemed almost embarrassed as he looked up to see Gavin leaning on the front desk. Curiously enough, it wasn't the man who'd spoken earlier that was following him, but a young Asian woman. From her state of dress, Gavin assumed she was part of the production crew. Her long hair was in a messy braid, her jeans were ripped, and the red chequered shirt she wore over her white tank top was clearly unironed.

"Come on Joel, you know what Nines is like, he-"

"He fucked me and left me! And you expect me to sit on my knees sucking his dick for five hours? Fuck off!" The Asian woman winced at the bitter outburst. Gavin also winced on the inside, especially as Joel looked his way and scoffed, looking him up and down like he was scum. "Don't bother, this place is full of shit!" Gavin stammered, a little taken aback. Part of him thought he should defend it since his brother owned it, but he really had no idea what the working conditions were like. He also would have asked Joel if he was alright, only the answer was clearly no, and he looked about ready to blow.

"I'm sure he never meant to hurt you, he just-" Joel scoffed as he opened the door and looked over his shoulder with a scathing scowl.

"He just accidentally led me on until he got what he wanted, just like the last guy! Fuck off, Tina! You know he's a piece of shit! You just won't say it because he's the face of the company!" Ouch...Whoever this Nines guy was, he sounded like a piece of work. Tina tried one last time before the door closed with a slam and she was left there sighing with her hands on her hips. Puffing out her cheeks, she turned and noticed Gavin for the first time. Pushing the recent stress aside, she put on a bright smile and walked over with her hand outstretched.

"Sorry about that. Joel was a little oversensitive. It happens sometimes with relationships in the workplace. I get it myself! Tina Chen, pleased to meet you." She seemed nice, and there was a certain twinkle in her dark eyes that he liked. He was quite vivacious, which probably would have worked wonders in front of the camera, but he was pretty sure from her casual attitude that she was part of the crew. He gave a tight smile and gripped her small hand, a little on edge after that first encounter.

"Gavin Reed. My brother said he'd set me up with a job and I was to come in today." Tina's lips made a small oh in response, as if she vaguely remembered hearing something about it. She probably wasn't the secretary, so it shouldn't have been a surprise really, but with the owner's son coming, he'd expected things to be a little more organised. Did Eli tell them I'm his brother? Maybe he hadn't. Maybe he'd respected his wishes of not making it a big thing.

"Well, follow me, Gav. I'll take you up to meet the boss." Gavin nodded anxiously, pleased that at least Tina seemed friendly. The second floor was as stunning as the first, keeping that white, airy feel with more fancy portraits and expensive looking vases. It was as she threw open the second door to the right that it truly started to look like a porn studio. The room was much dimmer than the airy entrance hall, though the curtains had been flung wide and the bedding was white. The area closest to the door was a mess of crisscrossing cables, huge cameras on wheels, lighting rigs and boom mics on sticks. At least ten people were milling about, most of them dressed in casual clothes while a few others wore comfortable looking robes.

"This is the fifteenth Fluffer this year!" That was the voice he'd heard before. It belonged to a gruff-looking man in his early fifties, who clutched some rolled up papers as he swatted his thigh. His long grey hair was tied in a loose tail, though he was losing hair on the top, probably from the stress. He heaved a worn sigh, clearly agitated as one of the other assistants insisted they'd get to work on finding a replacement right away. "We need one today! You expect him to keep it up by himself for ten hours?" Tina gently cleared her throat as she approached. The man seemed set to yell, but immediately calmed with an apologetic sigh as he realised it was Tina.

"Don't worry about it Alf, we'll get through it. Joel wasn't that good anyway." Wow, harsh..."Anyway, this is Gavin. Found him down in the entrance hall. Apparently, he's supposed to start work today." Alf's head shot up at that, and he looked at him with an almost predatory air. Tina smirked as she stepped back and folded her arms, giving Gavin a wink as the man walked around him, apparently sizing him up for something. Gavin's stomach coiled uncomfortably. If they ask me to be on camera, I swear to God, I'm going to-

"Are you gay?" Ex-phcking-scuse me? He didn't say it out loud, but his expression clearly did it for him. "Are you gay?" What the phck does that have to do with anything? Tina shrugged as he looked her way. He wasn't sure what kind of job Elijah had lined up for him, but he hadn't thought his sexuality would have anything to do with it.

"Uh-no?" He frowned a little as Alf's face lit up.

"Excellent! I have the perfect position for you. We just lost a Fluffer for our big star, so you're it." I'm what? His green eyes were positively owlish as he looked at Alf. Was he serious? What the phck is a Fluffer? He didn't know the details, but from the little he'd heard, it sounded like it was an on-camera job. That wasn't what he'd signed up for at all. His voice stuck in his throat a little as everyone in the room seemed to wait for his response.

"Uh-that's not exactly-I-I wasn't looking for a job in front of the camera." Tina snorted, cackling under her breath as a small flurry of amused murmurs circled the room.

"Don't worry, your job is behind the camera...You do know what a Fluffer is, right?" Alf seemed surprised as Gavin shook his head. "It's the person who preps our boys and keeps them ready behind the scenes...You know...keeps the engine running, so to speak." The crew moved to get ready for the next scene, apparently thinking the problem was solved with Gavin's arrival. Gavin still wasn't entirely sure what it was he was being hired to do. "You have to keep them hard, well, him. Nines doesn't share his Fluffers."

"Woah-woah-woah, you expect me to suck this guy's dick?" Gavin asked incredulously, scoffing as Alf nodded. "I'm straight!" Why the fuck would he think he'd agree to that?

"I'm asking you to suck his cock! Not marry the guy!" Gavin folded his arms and raised an eyebrow, cocking his hip and looking thoroughly unimpressed. Tina smirked as she went and set up her camera. It was promising that he hadn't outright turned it down and stormed out. If Alf could give him the right incentive, she was pretty sure Gavin would agree to it. "It pays well. The salary is eighty thousand dollars a year. Gavin blinked. Eighty thousand? That's over six thousand a month! His mouth almost dropped at the number. All that for sucking a dick? Just one?

"A little low, don't you think? I mean, considering what you were paying Joel..." Alf glared at the careless comment Tina tossed over her shoulder. "Hey, I'm just saying! You want the guy to stick around, and Nines is a little..." Gavin frowned again, apprehensive as he looked between them. Hey, Nines is a little what? Finish that sentence! He was a little worried as Alf gave a long-suffering sigh of agreement.

"Fine-fine, our hot-shot star can be a little...demanding. Because of that, we usually pay his Fluffer a higher rate. You'll basically double as his Fluffer and personal assistant throughout the shoot." Okay, so suck his dick and bring him coffee, got it. "In light of that, and the fact you're helping us out in a crisis, I'm willing to offer you ninety-five thousand dollars a year." Gavin swore his heart was going to stop. Ninety-five thousand? Are you phcking kidding me? And all I have to do is get on my knees and suck his dick? He shot a quick glance at Tina, who gave him the smallest of nods. It was a good deal.

"Sure...sign me up."