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acknowledgement before picking up the envelope. She read the heading on the top document: Notice of Dissolution.

Vina stood up so abruptly her chair rolled back and hit the file cabinet with a clang. “Sean?”

She ran around the desk and followed him as he retreated into his office, where he began pulling his few personal belongings into a cardboard box.

“Sean! Stop!” Vina grabbed his arm. “What the hell is this!”

Sean looked up at her sadly. “Oh my poor Vina, I wish I could’ve done more for you.”

“Done more? Sean, you’re closing the firm? What’s going on? Talk to me!”

He could barely meet her gaze. “East Bay Foods pulled out, officially. We both knew it was coming. This is the end.”

“We can find new clients! We can lower our retainer rates again, just to survive the month, then we’ll-”

Sean sighed defeatedly. “Vina, it’s over. You know as well as I do that we won’t have enough to cover rent and admin costs, and our rates are already at the lowest margin possible. You should go back to school. You surely should have enough saved by now, and I’ll write whatever recommendation letters you need in the future.”

Vina shook her head fiercely. “No, Sean! You-WE’ve built something here. You can’t just give up!”

“I’m not giving up, I’m facing reality. The walk-ins aren’t nearly enough and there is simply no way we can find a new client who can pay us a large enough advance fee before the month is up. I’m serious, Vina, you have a brilliant legal mind. You’ll become a better lawyer than I ever was, if that is what you wish.”

“I don’t want to become a lawyer without you!” Tears welled in Vina’s eyes, and it stabbed Sean right in the heart. “You’re the first person who ever believed in me. I’m not leaving.”

“You have to. There’s nothing to stay for. Please, Vina, just deliver the files to the county clerk’s office before they close.”

She stepped close, her body inches from his. “Sean, listen, just listen to me. I promise I’ll come up with something to save the firm. I have an idea - it’s unconventional, but it could work. Just give me one more day. Stay open for one more day. Don’t throw it all away without trying.”

He wanted to believe in her. God, how he wanted to. But he was a man who dealt in evidence. And the finances were evidence that he could not refute. They were finished.

So he shook his head. “Go home, Vina. Go home and rest. You have a bright future ahead of you.”

He turned back to his boxes, unable to watch her cry.

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The key protested against the rusty lock of Sean’s run-down studio apartment. The sub-basement air was stale with mildew and yesterday’s instant ramen.

What would come next indeed, he thought, tossing his keys and jacket. His undergraduate diploma hung crookedly on the wall. Bachelor of Arts in Sociology. It was so sad, he could almost laugh. He blanched at the idea of going into HR, the traditional dumping ground for all his sociology classmates who didn’t go on to graduate school. And he didn’t have the research experience for the academic side of the field. He’d probably have to get a job as a line cook or cashier. He couldn’t even drive for delivery apps - his car had been sold months ago to make rent.

Sean collapsed on his creaky bed and mindlessly opened his phone. Social media. And the first thing he saw was his ex-wife Monica on a date with her new man. The man that she had cheated on him with. The affair, which he now knew had started over a year ago, had blown up everything when he came back from work early six months ago to find her face down, ass up, and screaming like a banshee on this very bed.

He still couldn’t afford a new mattress.

She had shown him no remorse, either. Sean had known that Monica was already beginning to resent him due to his financial failings and lack of prestige, and she simply said as much out loud. “How can you expect me to be loyal when you provide me with this?” She had gestured around the apartment with a look of utter disgust. “You’re a loser, Sean. This isn’t what I signed up for when I started dating a law student.”

She had left that very night.

Strangely, though, looking at her happy face on the screen now, Sean felt something change. How could now be the lowest he felt, when he had been at the absolute rock bottom of human misery six months ago? How had he kept going then, instead of ending it all like he seriously considered?

If he could survive that then, then why not now?

He thought of Vina. Give me one more day, she had said.

Maybe he should hear her out. Maybe he owed her that much, at least.

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The next morning, Sean walked to the office after a night of restless sleep. He was unsure if Vina would actually be there, considering he told her it was all over. He mostly expected to find the door locked and her key left in the mailbox.

He pushed the door open. The lights were on, the coffee pot was bubbling.

And there she was.

Vina rushed across the room and embraced him. “I knew you would come back!” Her hair smelled good. Vanilla. Sean felt her breasts press up against his chest. He hugged her back awkwardly, trying not to linger on her curves.

Vina pulled away, eyes filled with determination. “Okay, here’s the plan. Today is the start of Sean Peters, the agent.”

Sean blinked, confused. “An agent? For who? Vina, there is no athlete - pro, college, or otherwise - who would choose me as an agent.”

“No silly, not sports.”

“Then what? Music? Books?”

Vina's eyes sparkled mischievously. “You will become a porn agent.”

Sean’s jaw dropped. “What!!? You’re joking, right?”

“Before you say anything, just let me explain,” Vina said, her words coming in a rush. She quickly pulled the still-stunned Sean into his office chair and perched on the edge of his desk.

“The porn industry is massive. It’s worth over $60 billion right now but due to its nature, much of it is still very disorganized and filled with bad actors. Pornstars need agents to help them to navigate contracts, book shoots, and protect their content.”

Vina watched Sean carefully for a reaction, but he was still processing it all blankly. So she continued.

“What do agents do, exactly? Well, they scout talent, pitch them to studios, negotiate deals, handle legal paperwork, and can even help with the business side of things like marketing. The industry is very cutthroat, and without a good agent, performers get lowballed and exploited. A ton of agents in porn are horrible, most of them didn’t even go to college and almost none have law degrees. Their clients either get weaseled because their own agents couldn’t understand a contract, or, worse, their agents are in on it with the companies, and suddenly their digital rights are being signed away for fifty bucks to some shady producer in the Valley. Everyone would absolutely love to have an agent with a real legal background like you. This isn’t just a chance for us to keep the firm alive, but you could even be a star in this field.”

Sean was speechless, staring at her as she laid out a business plan he had to admit was… surprisingly logical. “Vina, this… this sounds like you put a lot of thought into it, but the problem is that we have no experience in this area, no connections. Maybe people would hire us, but who would be able to hear about us and then hire us fast enough to save us?”

Vina’s smile turned triumphant. “Ah-ha! There’s a reason I came up with this plan in particular. I have a childhood friend, his name is Dave - well he goes by Dee now, and he’s an up-and-coming pornstar. He needs representation, and fast, because there’s a major porn company that might want him in for a shoot. I can set up a meeting literally today with both him and the company’s rep, just give me the word.”

Sean hesitated, glancing around the tiny, three room office - the main reception space where Vina worked, his own office, and the small file room. It was a far cry from the prestigious firms he'd once dreamed of. But porn? Was this really worth a shot? “Vina… porn… I don’t know… it sounds bad, doesn’t it?”

“Who cares how it sounds, Sean? The industry has a stigma, sure, and that’s why no real lawyers will touch it. But that’s also exactly why there’s such a huge opportunity here for us! Also,” Vina added, “don’t you think these actors deserve to have real, component representation from a great lawyer?”

Sean felt dizzy, but she had a point. A porn agent. It was absurd. But she was right, it was an opportunity. A creative, unconventional opportunity that only Vina could think of.

“Okay,” he heard himself say. “Okay, let’s try it.”

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They spent the next hour cleaning the office, hiding the stacks of overdue bills, and making the place look as professional as possible. It was always fun to chat with Vina, her jokes echoing around the space as they dusted. Her tattoos peeked out from under her sleeves and over her pants whenever she bent over. Her wear skirted the edge of business casual - a blouse that revealed a bit of her toned stomach and pants that were just a touch too tight, hugging and showing off her full ass. It would be unacceptable at a more traditional law firm, but Sean had never cared. Here, she was perfect.

The buzzer rang at precisely 2 PM. The company representative was there first. He was from PornNet, a slick Frenchman named Ames, dressed in a navy suit fresh off the department store’s discount rack. Sean was surprised that Vina’s up-and-coming friend was already in conversation with a major player like PornNet’s in-house studio.

Vina’s friend showed up next. Dave, or Dee, or, as he was known professionally, “Dee Long”. He was a massive tan mountain of a man. Sean would not consider himself short at 6 foot even, but this friendly giant was a full head taller than he, and he had to guess that meant he was at least 6 foot 7. As they all sat down in Sean’s office, Dee looked silly squished in the chair.

The meeting started well. Sean, falling back on his professional training and his rapid briefing of both parties before the meeting, was able to control the conversation and not feel, nor, he hoped, look, out of his comfort zone.

Ames laid out PornNet’s standard offer. Sean began negotiating terms for Dee, ensuring protections, poking and prodding at Ames’s baseline. Everything was going great, but Sean had noticed Ames was looking thoughtfully around the office ever since he had gotten there. He stared at the water cooler. He stared at the overhead light. He stared at the beige filing cabinets.

“Zis place is parfait, tres… perfect,” he said, gesturing around the office with a grin.

At first, Sean thought he meant the place as in the firm - as in, him, the agent. But then Ames continued, “Ze lighting is en natural, ze desk is solid.”

Dee nodded. “Yeah, but we’d need to bring a chair for sure. Two people wouldn’t fit in this one.”

Sean suddenly understood, his face paling. “Ah, excuse us for a minute,” he said, grabbing Vina’s arm, “Vina and I need to discuss something.”

Once alone in the main reception area, Sean rounded on Vina in a furious whisper. “You said they wanted an agent, not a place to shoot their porno!”

Vina grabbed his hands. “No, listen! Alright, I’m sorry, I left that part out because I knew it would be too much for you to process all at once! Dee Long does need an agent! But PornNet is a massive player. They hold all the cards. Dee needs to bring something to the table to get them to sign a contract with a newbie. Ames mentioned to him that they had a concept that he could get involved in under the right circumstances.”

Sean was stumped. “But why would they want this office in particular? I'm sure they have plenty of office sets to shoot in.”

Vina looked tentative for the first time. She hesitated, then ummed out the next part. “Well… that’s the thing. They don’t want a set. This is a real, live business. They want to show that. They want to… ah… film the sign on the door with the firm’s name at the start of the shoot. So viewers can look it up and be like, ‘Wow! A real law firm?’ It’s authentic.”

Sean stared at her, aghast. “What the fuck, Vina? This will ruin me! It will destroy my reputation!”

Vina’s expression hardened. She stepped closer and grabbed his shoulders. “Sean! You’re already fucking ruined! What reputation? The reputation of a firm about to shut down anyways? Wake up!” She shook him slightly. “This is our chance, Sean, for you, me, and Dee. All of us. Don’t you see how big of an opportunity a deal with literally one of the biggest studios in the country could be? This is like picking up a basketball for the first time and getting drafted to the pros the next day!”

Sean looked into her eyes. She was right, yet again. What did he have to lose at this point except for his pride?

And his pride had never paid a single cent of the bills.

So that day, two deals were officially closed. Dee Long signed a one-year contract with PornNet Premium Studios that consisted of at least 15 short shoots and 5 feature-length shoots. Sean negotiated a deal that also allowed Dee to post his own content online with no additional kickback to PornNet, in exchange for advertising PornNet Premium at least twice a month on his platforms. He also got a partial non-exclusivity clause to shoot up to 5 single-video deals with other companies, giving PornNet a 10% take on his share. They also agreed that shooting for the first, office-setting video would begin tomorrow. The second deal was officially sealing the representation agreement between Dee Long and Sean Peters & Associates, with Sean becoming Dee’s agent in exchange for a 12% cut of his gross earnings, close to the industry standard. Before Ames left, he cut Dee a check for his signing bonus, and Dee, in turn, handed Sean a check for his share. Sean gingerly placed that lifeline in his secure drawer.

Afterwards, Dee and Vina celebrated, high-fiving and laughing. “Dude! That was amazing!” Dee boomed, clapping Sean on the back. “My last dipshit manager always just told me to sign whatever they put in front of me. They never let you do outside deals. And they always take a cut from your own content.”

Vina beamed at Sean. “You’re a natural at this!”

Dee nodded enthusiastically. “Yes you are, man. Glad to be in business with you.”

After Dee left, Sean and Vina broke out a bottle of cheap champagne that had been in the minifridge since however many months ago they had last had an in-office client meeting. They popped the cork, risking a dent in the ceiling tile, and drank from coffee mugs.

“It's been so long since I heard someone say that to me,” Sean murmured, staring into his bubbling mug.

He looked up at Vina. She was beaming at him. The relief and joy on her face made her radiant.

“You saved us, Vina," he said. "You really did.”

Vina set her glass down and hugged him tightly, her body pressing against his again. And suddenly she was sitting in his lap fully, and then they were kissing, her lips soft and insistent against his, his tongue darting in hungrily. Sean’s hands roamed her tight body, cupping her ass, pulling her closer. His fingers slipped under her waistband and Vina moaned into his mouth. As the kiss deepened, his hand ventured further, finding her slick folds. She was wet and warm, clenching around his fingers as he began to work her slowly. Vina gasped and arced into his touch with a whimper.

Click. The office door opened.

“Oh shit, sorry!”

They scrambled apart, hastily unrumpling themselves. It was Dee. He held up a leather wallet with a wink. “Forgot this. Don’t mind me, carry on. See you guys tomorrow!”

The door clicked shut.

Vina giggled, her cheeks flushed, and Sean turned back around from his attempt to hide the tent in his pants. Soon, he was laughing too.

“So,” he said, once he caught his breath, “this is…”

“Awesome?” Vina supplied.

“Complicated,” he corrected gently. “Vina, is this right? I’m your boss, after all.”

Vina looked at him curiously. “So what? Sean, we’ve managed to do a lot of things that your peers would call… not right. I’ve liked you for almost as long as I’ve known you, not just as a boss, and not just as a friend, either.”

Sean felt his chest tighten. “I… I admit, I feel the same. I also have for a long time.” He ran a hand through his hair. “But… this is a lot. The deal today, the alcohol… maybe we should take the night to dwell on it? I don’t want us to make any mistakes in the heat of the moment.”

Vina stepped closer and straightened his tie. “You’re a good man, Sean. Okay, we dwell.” She smiled softly. “The last time you dwelled overnight on something, I recall something pretty damn good coming out of it.”

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The next morning, they arrived at the office early. But instead of writing petty demand letters for Karens to intimidate their neighbors with, they were printing out consent forms and preparing payment documents. At 10 AM, the PornNet crew arrived. There was Dee Long, looking sharp in a suit, ready to play his role as a pretend lawyer, the short, round director dressed like a hippie named Irv, and two lanky camera and lighting guys. Finally, a few minutes after that, the female talent strolled in.

Her name was Molly Sky. Sean recognized her from… research. She was also classified as an up-and-coming porn starlet, though she was already pretty popular and her fanbase was growing rapidly. Molly was a cute, petite brunette who nailed that girl-next-door vibe - she had wide and innocent doe eyes, perky tits, and a tight, round ass.

“Alright, guys!” Irv barked, clapping his hands. “Let’s make some magic. Dee, Molly, this scene is gonna be huge for you two. The ‘Law & Order-me-around’ concept is testing through the roof.”

They started filming in the reception area, transforming Vina's desk into a makeshift set. Sean and Vina stood off to the side, watching with fascination.

“Annnnd, action!”

Dee Long walked up to Molly, who was in a not-at-all business casual outfit, “business sexual”, as Vina had whispered to Sean with a giggle, and cleared his throat with a stern expression. “Miss Sky! You’ve completely messed up this filing! This patent was supposed to be filed in the state of Washington, not Washington DC! This could cost our client and firm dearly!”

Molly batted her lashes, her petite body trembling with nervousness. "Oh no, Mr. Long, what can I do to make it up to you?"

Dee’s face shifted from anger to a smirk. He slowly rounded the desk. “I can think of something that might… persuade me to be lenient.” He unzipped his pants.

And whipped out a massive 11 inch cock, impossibly thick. The head was already glistening with pre-cum.

“Holy shit,” Vina whispered to Sean, her breath hot against his ear, “how the fuck is that going to fit anywhere?”

But Molly didn’t seem worried. Her eyes filled with awe, and it was unclear if it was genuine or acted. She dropped to her knees and began showing off her famous blowjob skills. Her hands, which looked tiny when dwarfed by the monster cock they were wrapped around, pumped up and down as she licked Dee’s tip teasingly. Then her lips stretched wide as she took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around. Bit by bit, she worked it deeper, her throat relaxing as she swallowed inch after inch. Gagging and letting spit fly sloppily, she powered through with watery eyes until, somehow, somehow, she had taken all of Dee Long down her throat - her nose pressed fully against his abdomen, her petite body arched in submission.

Sean felt a twitch in his pants. He was quickly growing to full mast himself.

The scene progressed after many more minutes of expert deepthroating. Dee Long lifted Molly Sky onto the desk, pulled up her skirt, and began to enter her. His thick cock stretched her tight pussy slowly as Molly took it very, very vocally. “Oh God, it’s too big! You’re going to stretch me out so much!”

Sean felt Vina’s hand brush his, then grab it. He looked at her. She was biting her lip, her cheeks flushed a deep red. She gave his hand a little tug, eyes flicking toward the file room.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

They sneakily darted into the file room and, the moment the door was closed, Vina was on him, her mouth finding his in a hungry kiss. Then, she sank to a squat, hands fumbling with his belt. A moment later, Sean’s painfully hard cock sprang free.

Vina made eye contact with him as she took him into his mouth. It was heaven. Her mouth was hot and wet, and she sucked with skillful eagerness. As she bobbed up and down on his cock, her hand snaked down between her thighs and began to rub her pussy. The sounds of wet, sloppy suction mixed with the outside sounds of Molly’s screams of pleasure and Dee’s ground-shaking thrusts. They were both pushed over the edge quickly - Sean came hard with a groan, spilling everything he had and more into Vina’s mouth, and as she swallowed every drop, she reached her own orgasm with a shudder as she came on her fingers.

They composed themselves and quietly opened the door a crack to slip out, unnoticed.

Except it was not good timing. “Cut! Take five and prepare for final scene!” Irv yelled just as the door opened.

The entire crew turned to look at them. Vina’s lipstick was smeared. Sean’s shirt was half-untucked. He was incredibly embarrassed, his face burning.

But then Molly Sky, sitting naked on the desk, burst out laughing - good-naturedly. Dee Long joined in, his laugh booming around the office.

“Don't worry at all!” Molly chirped, swinging her legs. “It's so, so common for everyone to get horny during a scene! At least you went off somewhere else instead of jacking off in the open like someone likes to do.” She glared at the lighting guy. He grinned and flipped her the bird.

Dee Long gave Sean a fist bump as he walked by to get water. “Attaboy, boss!”

They resumed shooting. Dee continued to fuck Molly on the desk, the rhythm hard and fast. She was moaning loudly, and it really did sound genuine, Sean thought.

“Oh my God, I might actually cum for real if you keep doing this," Molly gasped, her body trembling. She looked at Irv, pleadingly. “Can he keep going, pleaseeee?”

Irv gave a thumbs up. After a minute or two, Molly came hard, pussy clenching around Dee's thickness as her petite body convulsed with pleasure.

Dee pulled out, calling out, “Ready!”. Irv barked, “Action on the finish!”

The cameraman quickly unmounted the video camera and moved closer as Molly got on her knees, her innocent face upturned, mouth open wide, eyes hazy. Dee stroked his cock a few more times until his hips snapped forward with a grunt, and shot a massive load that roped through the air over and over. It hit Molly everywhere, much of it landing across her tongue, though some ropes painted her rosy cheeks. She swallowed greedily, then licked and wiped the rest off of her face with her fingers, sucking them clean before waving a sultry goodbye to the camera.

“And… CUT!” Irv yelled. “Perfect! That’s a wrap, guys! Amazing work, everyone.”

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After everyone had packed up and as the professional cleaners sanitized the scene, Dee walked over to Sean. “Thanks a ton, agent.” He still had to get used to that.

Sean smiled. “Anytime, Dee.”

Molly joined them. She had pulled on a robe. To Dee, she said, “I loved shooting with you. You're a monster. We need to collab more.”

And then to Sean, “Hey, I heard that you were able to get a really good deal for Dee. You know, my contract is actually ending in a month and I think I’d love to have an agent who could do that for me. Honestly, this deal,” she looked around to make sure Irv wasn’t in earshot, “was lowkey not good for me. I found out it was way under market value. How can I get in touch with you later?”

Sean handed her his business card with a smile.

Vina clapped her hands. “Hey, you guys hungry? Thirsty? We should all go out for drinks! Celebrate the first of many deals!”

“I’m down,” Molly said, “but I need a shower first. Badly.”

“We're heading back to the PornNet facility to clean up,” Dee said. “Meet us at O’Clary’s in an hour or two?”

“Perfect,” Vina said.

Once the cleaning was done, Sean and Vina were left alone in the office, which now smelled mostly of cleaning supplies, but also the faint, lingering smell of sex.

“We should shower too,” Vina said, looking at Sean.

“Yeah! My place is close, let’s go there” Sean said. But then he instantly regretted his words and felt a sudden spike of shame. “But... Vina, you know. Just to warn you… it's... it's really not much.”

Vina walked over to him and took his hand. She interlaced their fingers. “I wouldn’t care if you lived in a motel, Sean. Let’s go!”

They made the short walk to his apartment. When they stepped inside the basement studio, Vina didn’t flinch at the musty smell or the one tiny window.

“It’s a cute space,” she said, looking around, her gaze thoughtful. “It has potential. It just needs to be… reimagined. Maybe it just needs a helping hand. Just like its owner did.” And she smiled the sweetest smile Sean ever did see. As they waited for the shower to heat up, Vina sat down on the bed - the bed that had haunted him for months - and pulled Sean down towards her. They stripped each other slowly, gently, caressing and kissing, licking and sucking. He worshipped every inch of her body, learning her taste, and being rewarded with her sweet nectar drenching his tongue. When he finally slid inside her, it felt like he had been lost his entire life, and that he had finally found home. They moved together in perfect unison, eyes locked, the world fading away until there was only them. Then only this. They came together, her pulsing walls milking every last drop of him deep into her core.

“I love you,” he whispered into her hair.

She tilted her head up, her auburn eyes shining with tears of joy. “I love you, too!”

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