2012

Mia got out of the taxi. The email told her Unit4 Merchantile Avenue which cut through a trading estate outside Heathrow airport. It looked like a nondescript modern industrial unit landscaped with young saplings and low maintenance shrubbery. It was mid morning and the pale autumnal sun struggled to burn through the thick stubborn clouds.

Mia was dressed, as asked in the email, in an outfit she would wear on a date night. So an electric blue dress that fell just short of the knee, snakeskin kitten heels and a black cardigan to keep the stiff autumn breeze off her bare arms. It was weather like this she wished she was with her extended family back in Mauritius.

Sadly holidays were off the agenda. Mia was in a financial hole and needed help to get out.

At the glass double door as instructed, she called number 4 on the intercom and asked for Andy. The door opened with a buzz.

The inside of the large entrance hall was nice enough. Walls painted cream and potted plants dotted around with plenty of seating as expected. The ground floor housed a packaging company, with a advertising firm on the first. Neither were what Mia was here for.

Mia got the elevator upto the second floor where she was greeted by Andy, a tall slim man with brown hair and kind eyes. A lot like Don who was her boyfriend... Who for now was very much in her bad books. “Mia, just as gorgeous as you looked on your picture. So, you reviewed the contract?”

“Yes.”

“I believe you’re happy to sign…. Or you wouldn’t be here, I guess.”

“I am. As long as you promise the videos are strictly for personal use.”

Andy smiled. His eyes an honest blue. “Yes, As stated in the contract. Other than us, only the individual who will remain anonymous will see the video.” Andy whispered. “He is a member of the elite.”

“OK.” Mia took the fountain pen and signed her rights away.

“Right, come with me. I’ll take you to where the magic happens.”

The room was kitted out like a young girl’s room. Pink wallpaper, giant teddies and posters of members of boy bands and actors from teen flicks. The only difference was there was an expensive camera on a tripod.

Andy gestured towards the bed.”So, get on the bed, look cute. I will conduct a short interview where I’ll ask you some personal questions about your past. Then, as discussed in the contract, I’ll bring in Rex who you will have sex with.”

“OK.”

“Oral, vaginal penetration. Basically anything Rex deems fit, really. Yeah?”

“That’s fine.”

Rax, a well built thuggish looking tattooed guy… but who had a friendly smile, waved from the doorway. “Hi Mia.”

“Hi... Rex, I take it?”

Rex was topless wearing only a pair of combat shorts. His torso toned as if it was carved out of granite. “That’s me. Got to say, if Andy hadn’t told me he checked your passport, I would never have guessed you were over 18. I feel kind of naughty, but at the same time I wish you brought your old school uniform.”

“Everyone says that I look like I should still be in school.” Mia posed on the med, then flicked her glossy black hair over her shoulder. She looked surprisingly confident. “What can I say, good genes.”

Andy stood behind the camera. “Right, without further ado, let’s go. 1, 2, 3 and we’re live... Hello MIa.”

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