okavcry:
“sure thing, babe. anything for the fans,” avery said and leaned against a nearby doorframe, offering clara a quick, and rather unnecessary, wink. “as one of these aforementioned ‘people in it’, i definitely feel qualified and you have my promise, that i’ll do my absolute best.” despite having been here for quite a few months by now, he didn’t feel fully qualified to actually say anything about here. everything was weird and there was already too many wasting their time trying to figure it all out. still - she was hot and he liked talking. why wouldn’t he agree to this? “on a scale from grass growing to sex tape, how interesting would you say these… things are? i’m pretty sure someone once said that honesty is for the birds, and…” he trailed off, trying to think of where he was going with this so he could get back on track. “something about me being a bird for pay, i don’t know.”
“i’d have to know who you are to be a fan,” she responded, eyeing him judgmentally. “am i supposed to? because even with only recently getting in here, you don’t look too familiar.” she wasn’t saying it to be rude necessarily. ... maybe partially. “alright, well...” her voice drifted as she tried to decide where to start. she guessed she already somewhat asked the basics, enough that she could push forward, and he seemed like someone who could handle it a little better than some. or most. “both. i’ll let you pick how many times i click to the next film. a random number, and you just have to deal with watching whatever you see.” she really did have a variation of porn to the most boring, useless footage - or, things other people would probably deem useless. herself, personally, she thought it all felt necessary. “well, i’ll pay up,” she promised with a nod. whether or not it’d be a good pay was part of the fun, she thought. “do you jerk off more now that you’re stuck in this place? or do you still fuck a lot? assuming you aren’t a virgin. if you are - sad. must suck to have such limited options on getting your dick wet for the first time,” she went on with a tilt of her head, her own thought process drifting and her words less directed at him as they did.















