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“You could do it! And you’d be perfect!” Was this something I was actually considering? I can’t say it didn’t cross my mind sitting on their couch, watching Emile go through the many frames from the day’s shoot. “Which one of the three looks better?” she asks, turning the computer screen towards me. Flicking in front of my eyes, a selection of close-up pictures. Each of her with a penis in her mouth. I’ve never played poker before. I do my best to achieve the trademark face. “It’s really simple, you only start with girl on girl ANYWAY! Then you move to fellatio, maybe a girl threesome. It’s ages ‘till they actually penetrate you! It’s up to you”. The evening had started ordinarily enough. The usual pleasantries: “We are going to my flatmate’s wrap party for the movie she’s been filming”. An arty Parisian soirée, exciting. “Great! what kind of movie was it?” “A porn movie”, she strikes back. I chuckle. “Nice one”. She looks back at me dead serious, “No, really, she is a porn actress”. “C-c-cool...sure...we can go to that.” The venue, I only find out as we arrive, happens to be the same flat where the movie has been filmed in. I make a mental note to watch where I sit. Emile opens the door, warmly inviting us to come in. It’s just her and Cyrille, the director, the rest of the cast couldn’t make it to the party but that won’t deter us: there’s white, there’s red and Kir Royales are on their way. While we skip through Emile’s entire photo shoot on the couch, Cyrille stands up and shoves a glossy magazine under my nose. “Look”, he announces proudly, “This is my penis.” “Nice”, I reply unsure whether that’s a felicitous answer. I love the matter-of-fact manner everything’s treated with. Bizarre as the situation is I soon feel relaxed and part of their tribe. Once magazines and portfolios are put away and replaced by cassis tinted champagne glasses, we toast to the wrapping of a glorious production. Under my interrogation, Emile explains her beginnings in the industry: “I had just turned 18 and I was bored with life”. She is an attractive, remarkably eloquent and quick witted 19 year old girl. “I knew I wanted to get a degree in political science but before I got myself stuck in Uni I wanted to explore other options, so I googled ‘how to become a porn actress’”. Par for the course. “So I got into it and you know, the money is great. And I thought, why not? I’ll do it for a couple years, save some money, get a flat and start with my studies.” The way she pitched it... maybe she had hit upon the perfect plan after all. At this point, she’d caught the contemplation in my eyes. “Anyway you would be perfect, wouldn’t she Cyrille?.” He nods. “Cause you are a new face, that means you can ask for anything you want and they’ll pay it, seriously”, the director nods once again. Whether it’s her oratory or the champagne kicking in I cannot tell, but the proposal suddenly doesn’t sound outrageous. ”How much are we talking?”, I hear those words slip through my mouth before I can repress them. I am just curious, I am NOT gonna do it...am I? “Well, you can probably start at 800EU and remember that’s only for girl on girl” “But again,” adds Cirille, “ you are a new face, the sky’s the limit.” My mind is racing, what if…? Would it be that terrible? - I mean, I could only do it once...think of all the places I could go to...is it that bad?. I am snapped out of my trance by the arrival of the evening’s meal. Fresh sushi. I take a second to contemplate the wonderful absurdity of my reality: through the windows, the twinkling lights on the unbeatable stylish Parisian rooftops; at my table, glasses of champagne, sushi and two proud members of the french porn industry. I surely could get used to this lifestyle...not just yet. For now I limit myself to smile and toast: Viva la vie bohème!