A long time ago -I was a so called ‘young promise’ then- I had the chance to sign a deal with a big publisher. They offered to me, among other luxuries, to call a girl when I felt the infamous writer’s block, and then she would come and give me head for free. Just to relax, I was told, to relieve your stress. But no so often, just once or twice a month and only if you had already delivered some work. When you finished a chapter, you were allowed full intercourse: copulation, I mean. And your final draft would grant you the right to do anything to her. Anal sex, a little bondage, those things.
Unfortunately my novel was a complete failure and I had to come back to my previous publisher. This is indeed a small company, where everyone must lend a hand, they told me. And, well, I would say I am the whore, here.
Confesso que a mi encara no m'han oferit cap tracte com aquest...