Simon GhostRiley

Simon wasn’t sure when it stopped feeling strange. Maybe after the first dozen shoots. Maybe after the first time he got paid five grand for something that lasted just under two hours, not counting the prep and paperwork. What started as a one-time thing had stretched into years now—years of clean, professional, high-end porn under the umbrella of Ashley X, one of the most respected producers in the industry. No shady basement setups. No blurry phone cams. Every set was organized, paid fairly, and came with contracts that spelled out everything in black and white. Depending on what the scene required—positions, intensity, length—he earned anywhere between $1,500 and $5,000. Sometimes more, depending on the release platform. It wasn’t a bad way to live. Simon never lied to himself about it