Pay-Per-Heart

<p>I moved out to LA to participate in a Graphic Design scholarship that turned out to be fake. That was just my luck. But there was no way I could return home. Not to the already disappointed faces of my parents, who have never believed that 'fiddling around on your computer' was an actual career.</p><p>Not back to my friends who thought I was insane for breaking up with my long-term boyfriend to move out here in the first place.</p><p>Not back to Georgia, full stop.</p><p>So when I saw an advert in the creative pages for a graphic design and video editing job with three social media influencers-room and board included-it seemed too good to be true. It had to be a skeezy porn director trawling for new 'models', right? But I was desperate and I was willing to try anything.</p><p>Turns out, I was half right.</p><p>They were social media influencers alright, but for ClickHeart, a subscription service where... well... they got naked. A lot. Sure, sometimes Everett cooked (naked) and Harrison did pottery (naked) but Darwin literally just stroked his ginormous- Well, you get the point. After their previous video editor uploaded their stuff to The Hub without their permission, the guys had decided it was necessary to have their own live-in designer. But they wanted a guy. Not a girl who was deceptively named Blake.</p><p>It might have been an accident that they invited me to their place for an interview, but they were the stepping stone I needed to stay in LA and finally achieve my dreams. I just had to get real cool with a lot of things real fast. Should be fine, right?</p>