Former LSU gymnast and current TikTok star Livvy Dunne is struggling with her financials after she is no longer able to receive NIL deals. Due to her lavish lifestyle she has blown most of her money. Just when all hope is lost, she is approached by a wealthy porn producer who offers her a large sum of money to film 5 sextapes only to be seen be wealthy elites. Livvy reluctantly accepts. Unbeknownst to her, she signs a contract without reading it and the porn videos are released to the public. This begins her life as a pornstar.

Chapter 3: Livvy’s first scene

The porn studio was a stark, sterile room bathed in harsh, artificial light. The walls were lined with mirrors, reflecting the clinical fluorescence, casting an icy glow over everything. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, a potent blend of sandalwood and citrus that seemed to hang heavy in the stale air. The faint hum of cameras filled the silence, their cold, unblinking eyes attentive and expectant.

Livvy stood in the center of the room, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.

She was wearing a simple black dress, the fabric soft against her skin, but she felt naked under the bright lights and the scrutiny of the cameras. This was a world away from the bustling arenas of LSU, from the adoring crowds and the warm spotlights. This was stark, raw, and dauntingly real.

"You look nervous, Livvy," a deep voice rumbled from behind her. She turned to see Johnny, his bald head gleaming under the harsh lights. He was dressed in a black suit, the jacket hanging open to reveal a crisp white shirt, the top two buttons undone.

His eyes, a deep brown, were warm and reassuring, a stark contrast to the clinical setting. "First time, huh?" he asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Livvy nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah. I'm not sure I'm cut out for this."

Johnny chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to fill the room. "Hey, don't worry about it," he said, his voice soft and soothing. "I've got you. We'll take it slow, okay?"

Livvy managed a weak smile, appreciating the kindness in his voice.

"Thanks, I guess I just didn't expect... this."

Johnny stepped closer, his hands tucked into his pockets, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's different for everyone, Livvy. But remember, you're not alone. I'm here with you."

Livvy glanced around the room, her eyes taking in the array of cameras and the crew of technicians busily setting up equipment. She felt a pang of anxiety, but Johnny's presence was comforting. "So, what do we do?"

Johnny's smile widened, and he reached out, taking her hand in his.