Chapter 34

Before I left his office, he had me sign what felt like a mountain of paperwork. I authorized him to build a website and open Instagram, Twitter, and Onlyfans accounts, as well as my own channel on Pornhub. I also gave him the password to my iCloud account so he could download the videos and pictures I’d shot with Derek so we’d have some content to put on the different sites. Again, Atticus assured me that his face would be blurred out so he couldn’t be identified.

The next day, Atticus hired a photographer. We went around the Los Angeles area, and he took pictures of me at all of the famous Southern California landmarks. I packed a large duffle bag full of clothes so I could wear something different at each location. We went to Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, Venice Beach, the Hollywood sign, the Griffith Park Observatory, and the La Brea Tar Pits. It was an exhausting day, but I loved seeing the beautiful sites and the thousands of pictures that the photographer took, which provided a lot of content for my new Instagram and Twitter accounts. It still all seemed very overwhelming and surreal, but I knew I was making the right decision. This was potentially a very lucrative venture, and I’d always wanted to be popular and famous. Even though I still second-guessed myself at times, I was now locked in and committed to this new life that I’d allowed Atticus to talk me into.

I pulled up to this nondescript row of older one-story industrial buildings, looking for the address. There was a metal-cutting place, some kind of air-conditioning company, and a company that seemed to make big tents or something. Finally, I found a parking spot at the end of the row. There was no name on the glass door, just the number. I was told to text when I arrived.

This is Jenna. I’m parked outside.

Okay, stay in your car till I get there came the immediate response.

Thirty seconds later, a reasonably attractive guy was unlocking the glass door and waving me in. I made sure my Mustang was locked and headed inside to meet him. He locked the door after I stepped inside.

“We keep it locked for obvious reasons. I didn’t want to have you standing around outside. All these construction and factory guys would be all over you! I’m Thomas,” and he held out his hand.

“I’m Madi, nice to meet you.”

“Madi Valentine, also known as Jenna. Can I have your I.D., please? I’ll need to photocopy it, but I also need to videotape it.”

We passed through another door, which he also locked, out of the tiny foyer into a hallway. His office was the first on the left. It was filled with three large computer screens arranged side by side on his desk, and I could see he was working on some video-editing software; a cumshot was prominent on one screen, and a bunch of other little windows filled the other screens. Above his head on the wall was a big sign that said Amateur Allure in fancy script. He held out his hand, indicating a chair for me to sit in while he sat behind the desk.

“Madi, I want you to feel comfortable. Would you like a glass of wine? Or I’ve got a vape pen with an awesome indica cartridge that will really chill you out. You know, cannabis?”

“Thank you, but I’m fine. I could use some water, maybe, like right before the shoot.”

“Okay, no problem. Let me know if you change your mind. One second,” he said as he fiddled with a video camera mounted on his desk. I heard the beep and saw the red light come on. “We record all of our discussions so there’s no misunderstanding. We need to show that the person signing the forms is the one in the video, you understand.”

I nodded. “Of course.” It was interesting that he offered me wine and marijuana before he turned the camera on.

He had me sign some forms, and I presented him and the camera with my lab test results, stating I had no STDs. He then showed me his results from last week, showing that he was also clean.