1997

Guest had recently turned 18. He had no job, still lived with his parents and still went to school, so of course he decided to get a job at a fetish porno company like every 18 year old.

Guest’s first day was easy. He said some lines, looked pretty and got groped by another actor on camera. This shit was a piece of cake! Then he met the director, William Hellfire—aka Billy— at lunch. Something about Billy was attractive, it made Guest’s cheeks tingle and chest hurt, it was cruel fate.

Billy invited Guest to hangout at his house, so, of course, Guest said yes. Now, he was sitting on a couch next to Billy in a basement, watching some soft core movie, smoking and drinking beer.