Fandom Island and Town

Jim lit a cigarette. It burned ever so dramatically in the afternoon sunlight before the camera panned up to a gorgeous face that was shadowed with secrets and sadness. Jim Kirk could tell thousands of stories without saying a word. He was only on this stupid soap opera until he could get a network television pilot.

But anyway.

The storyline he'd been saddled with meant was stupid but it made for good television. And if it meant moving onto the CW in the future, he'd take it. For now, he was standing on the street corner, cigarette dangling from his fingers while he looked out on the town. He'd been on this same street corner every night for the past week, looking for people who might want a fun night with someone who looked as good as he did. Jim knew he was gorgeous and he made sure whoever had the funds and was willing to pay knew they were gorgeous too. It was what he was good at.

Yes, Jim was a common hooker. Sex for money, that was his thing and he was damn good at it. And he needed the money desperately. Somewhere in the land of off screen-ness, Jim had a family who lived in a small, one room apartment and were only scraping by barely. And Jim had decided to do something about that. His father had abandoned them and his mother worked five jobs just to put food on the table. After finding a cockroach on his face in an episode that Jim had submitted for Daytime Emmy consideration, he'd had enough.

He'd submitted resumes and applications to every single thankless job out there but he'd been turned on so he'd turned to the streets. He'd decided to use body to save his family. If it meant selling his soul, he'd do it.

His family was worth it.

[Oh lawd, IDK. It's open, though!]