My mom came into my room and sat on my bed with a serious look on her face. My stepdad had been sick for a few weeks, and she had spent all of her time either at the hospital or at his doctor's office.

"Becca, I have some bad news to share with you," she said somberly.

"It's about Don?" I asked nervously.

She replied, "Yes, my dear, Don has brain cancer, and I really don't know what's going to happen." She then began to cry.

"Oh my God, that's terrible," I replied.

"Honey, this is all I can handle right now. With him unable to work and all our bills, you're going to have to take care of yourself; there's not enough money to go around," she told me.

"Mom, I'm a big girl. I'll be OK," I responded as we hugged.

"Oh, thank you, baby," she replied.

I thought about my future and theirs and decided to quit school and work full-time. I told my mom, and she was unhappy but wouldn't fight my decision to sign the papers and allow me to drop out. I looked for employment for the next two weeks but only found low-paying and less-than-adequate jobs. Then, I saw an ad for girls to interview for jobs in the entertainment industry. It listed commercials, television shows, and movies as options. I immediately dialed the number.

"Hello, Caligula Productions," a woman answered.

"Um, yes, I saw an ad in the paper saying you're looking for actresses," I said confidently.

"Yes, Miss, Bob Habel is currently conducting interviews in your town." Would you like to set up an appointment? she asked.

"Yes, I would," I replied excitedly.

"Very well, Mr. Habel has an opening on Tues at one pm," she replied.

"Great, I'll take it." I danced as I spoke.

"Very well, bring a list of your film history and portfolio," she replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I don't have any film history or a portfolio, I said, seeing my dream fly out the window.

"Oh, well, do you have any pictures of yourself?" she asked.

Um, I could get some," I offered hopefully.

"Alright, bring those and a resume with you then," she offered.

"OK! I will," I said excitedly.

I was so excited. I had five days until my interview, so I uploaded photos of myself and compiled a resume. I have to admit it wasn't awe-inspiring. I had no idea what to expect, but I did everything to prepare: I had my hair, nails, and eyebrows done; I shaved and bathed; and I picked out the sexiest skirt and blouse I had. I drove downtown to the hotel for my interview. I walked into the hotel and looked at the information board."Caligula Productions Meeting Room 3"

A security guard met me as I hurried down the hall.

"May I help you, Miss?" he asked.

"Um, yes, I have an appointment with Mr. Habel, sir," I told him.

"Very well," he said, opening the door for me.

I looked around as I stepped inside; a man sat at a desk with a dozen chairs in front of it. On his desk was a large stack of papers. We were the only ones in the room as I approached the desk.

"Excuse me," I said softly.

"Oh, yes, may I help you, Miss?" he said, not looking up from his desk.

"Um, I'm here for a one-thirty interview," I said, shaking.

"OK, leave your portfolio on the desk and fill out the packet on the left side of the desk," he told me.

"Um, I don't have a portfolio, sir, but I have pictures of myself and my resume," I offered, hopefully.

He looked up at me as I took a packet and a pen and sat down to fill it out. I saw him studying me as he looked at my pictures and resume. I finished preparing the packet and brought it to him. I sat down while he thumbed through it. He scratched his chin and looked at me.

"So, tell me about your experience. he said, pushing his chair back.

"Um, you mean acting?" I asked, clueless.

"Well, yes, you're applying to be an actress, correct?" He asked, annoyed.

"Oh, yeah right, sir, I don't have any experience, but I'm a quick learner and willing to do anything to get a break.

He raised his eyebrows as he looked at me. He was silent as he looked through my packet and resume, pursed his lips, and read.

"So, you don't have portfolio pictures?" he asked, sounding concerned.

"No sir, just what I brought today," I said dejectedly.

"Well, normally, I like to see naked photos so I can see if you have tattoos or piercings." He stated.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that," I said, again feeling my chance slip away.

"Well, you're beautiful, and it appears you have a nice body, but I'd have to know for sure," he said.

I sat there, not knowing what to do or say; I just looked at him.

"Well, would you like to show me?" he asked.

"What?" I asked, bewildered.

"Would you like to show me your body?" he sighed.

"Oh, oh, sorry, you mean here? Now? I asked nervously.

"Uh, yeah, I'm not flying you to Hollywood to see it," he answered sarcastically.

"Oh, I'm sorry, yeah," I said, standing up and turning around to show him my body.

"No, no, Rebecca, without your clothes on," he responded.

"You want me to undress?" I said, shocked.

He grabbed my packet and handed it to me.

"Thanks for coming in," he said, returning to his paperwork.

"What, wait," I said, shocked.

I stood there for a minute, my head spinning. I put my packet on his desk, kicked off my shoes, unzipped my skirt, dropped it to the floor, and stepped out. I unbuttoned my top, and I stood before him in my bra and panties.

"Here," I said, shaking.

He looked up at me and smiled.

"Almost there, Rebecca," he laughed.

My eyes grew wide. He wanted me naked. He sat back in his chair and waited.

" Oh, alright, OK," I said.

I slowly reached back, unclasped my bra, let it fall, and then carefully pulled my panties down, dropping them by my dress. I covered my charms, embarrassed to be naked in front of him.

"Hands on your head, please," he said, getting up from his desk and walking around it. I put my hands on my head. He walked around me, looking me over.

"Can you spread your legs for me and bend over?" he asked, putting on his glasses.

I was in shock; slowly, I spread my legs and bent over, placing my hands on the floor. I was so embarrassed. I felt his hands on my butt, and I jumped as he spread my cheeks apart and peered at the inside of my inner pink pussy.

"Um, yes, you're very nice, very sexy, just a smoking body," he praised me.

I stayed there while he sat down.

"Oh, you can get up, Rebecca; come and sit by me," he said, patting a chair before him. I got up, moved to him, and sat down naked in front of him.

"So, you'll be an eager beaver to break into the business," he asked, staring at my pussy.

"Yes, sir, I'll start at the bottom and work my way up," I said, encouraged.

"OK, your bottom will get a lot of work," he said, smiling.

I thought that was an odd comment, but I didn't want to do anything to ruin my chances.

"Yes, sir," I agreed happily.

"Well, I'll sign you to a contract, but without any experience, I can't guarantee how much work you'll get initially," he offered.

"I'll work hard and take any part I can get,' I tried to reassure him.

"Well, that's good to know he responded.

"So, what's next?" I asked excitedly.

"Well, you have to sign a standard agent contract, move to Los Angeles, and get lodging," he said.

"But I don't have money to move or get a place to stay." I began to get upset.

"Oh, well, I may be able to help if you're serious about making the big screen," he said to my excitement.

"I am," I said excitedly. "I am."

"OK, I'll give you a contract and have your attorney look it over and sign it, then we'll get started," he said"

"But I don't have an attorney," I said sadly.

"Oh, well, it's a standard twenty-five percent of the gross agent's contract," he explained.

"Okay, I'll sign that right now." I said happily.

"Alright, if you feel comfortable, here it is," he said, pulling it out of his briefcase.

"Yes, I do," I said, beaming.

We both signed and dated the contract, and Mr. Habel explained he had an apartment I could stay in until I got on my feet. He'd send a packet to my house with a plane ticket, the keys to the apartment, and some money for incidentals. I hugged him, and he squeezed my butt, but I didn't care. I was going to Hollywood to become an actress.

I flew home, busting into the house and telling my mother. She expressed her disappointment to me.

"Oh, Becca, no, that's a scam," she warned.

I told her she was mistaken and set about getting ready to move to Tinseltown.

I got my packet from my agent on a Friday, and my flight was on Tuesday. My ticket was in first class, and he gave me a gift card to purchase a black, clingy micro mini dress for my trip. I found the dress he described and attempted to put it on. I was taken aback by the extent of the skin that was exposed, and every contour of my body, particularly my tits and puffy nipples, was on full display. I initially tried it on with a bra and panties, but the salesgirl laughed at me and said that any guy buying me that dress wanted me naked underneath it. So, I ditched the undies and bra. I was overjoyed when Mr. Habel texted me on Friday, informing me that a producer was interested in interviewing me the following Thursday.

My flight to Los Angeles was a dream, sitting in first class. I sat beside a businessman, fidgeting with his bag under his seat. He kept turning his head toward me, sneaking peeks of my bald tight pussy, but I didn't care. I was going to be a star. Mr. Habel arranged for a car to pick me up from the airport and drive me to my apartment, which was modest but comfortable. I was fascinated by the framed pictures of women in commercials and films on the wall. Some of the women were nude in the pictures, and I had never heard of the movie they were in.

I unpacked and got a text from Mr. Habel saying a car would pick me up on Wednesday morning and take me to a few appointments. I had a doctor's appointment first, followed by a visit to a photographer for my portfolio. Then Mr. Habel and I would meet for lunch and shop for a wardrobe. I was so excited I could hardly sleep the night before. After showering and shaving, I put on my dress and makeup and waited for my ride out the window. A long black stretch limo pulled up outside my building, and I hurried downstairs. A large, burly man got out and opened the door for me.

"Good morning, Miss Rebecca," he said.

"Good morning," I beamed as I slid inside the limo.

The rich leather smell permeated the car as we set out for my first appointment. I felt so important.

"Mr... Habel gave me your itinerary so you can relax," the driver told me.

As we rolled through Los Angeles, I sat back and acted like a movie star before approaching an office building.

"Miss, you're looking for suite 101 and Dr. Anderson," my driver told me.

"Thank you," I said.

He opened the door, and I inadvertently shot him the beaver as my skirt was so short. I opened the doctor's office door, and Mr. Habel was there to meet me.

"Good morning, Rebecca," Mr. Habel said.

"Good morning," I said excitedly.

The nurse came and got me immediately, took me back to an examination room, and handed me paperwork to fill out. The questions were quite personal: was I on birth control, had I ever had an STD, and how many sexual partners had had had I had in the last year? The nurse returned, took my paperwork, and gave me a cloth gown to change into. I stripped out of my dress and put on the gown. The nurse came in, smiled at me, and spoke.

"The doctor will see you now."

She opened an adjoining door and ushered me into another exam room, where the doctor sat at the foot of an exam table with stirrups. I was at a gynecologist's office.

"Oh God," I said in shock.

The nurse led me to the table and had me lie down.

"Alright, sweetie, slide forward and put your legs in the stirrups for the doctor," she requested.

I complied with the instructions, my legs splayed wide. The doctor looked up from his paperwork and smiled at me.

"Good morning, Rebecca. So you going to be in the movies?" he said, turning on his headlamp and peering between my legs.

I felt him open my pussy lips, and his finger probed about my moist pussy.

"Very nice. You have a small polyp, but we'll leave it. I hate to have you miss work if we remove it today," he stated.

I was so embarrassed, but I wondered why I would miss work.

"So, Rebecca, you stated you're not on birth control, so I have two popular options that the girls like; one is the pill, either orally, or I can inject a capsule into your arm that lasts six months. The other option is an IUD, which a lot of the girls prefer," he stated.

"Why do I want birth control?" I asked, confused.

"It's in the contract you signed; the intimate nature of your work requires it, Rebecca," he informed me.

"Oh, I didn't know. Um, I guess, an IUD?" I uttered the words, my mind racing with the idea.

The doctor left the office, and the nurse prepared to take a blood sample from me.

"Why are you doing that?" I asked.

"Well, you'll be working closely with other actors, and they want to make sure you don't have an STD or other disease," she replied, smiling.

The doctor returned with a tray filled with implements and a small packet. With the nurse's assistance, he inserted an IUD into my cervix.

"There you go, Rebecca; I told Mr. Habel your pussy is very healthy," he smiled as he left the room.

Now why would he care if my pussy was healthy, I wondered as I got dressed, this was getting strange. I walked back into the waiting room, and Mr. Habel got up from his chair, smiling.

"Why did I need a birth control device?" I asked him bluntly.

"Well, studios invest a lot of money in you if they sign you; they don't need you getting pregnant," he said, which made sense to me.

After the nurse gave me a prescription-sized pH-balancing soap to wash my pussy after sex, Mr. Hable and I departed. This was so weird; I didn't know what to say.

"OK, Becca, let's hurry. We don't want to keep the photographer waiting," Mr. Habel said, ushering me out of the doctor's office.

It was a short drive to the photographer's studio. I was so excited about my glamour shots but also nervous.

"Ron, how the hell are you?" the photographer said, smiling.

"I'm good, Ben; this is Rebecca," Ron introduced me.

"I don't know how you keep finding these young beauties for this industry, but you do," he laughed.

Ben looked me over and, to my shock, lifted the front of my dress and looked at my bald pussy.

"Oh, a perfect camel toe, that's worth money, sweetie," he said loudly.

"OK, Rebecca, Mindy, my assistant, will help you with your outfits and makeup," Ben announced.

I followed Mindy to the back of the studio, where there was an area with racks of clothes, a makeup table, and a chair.

OK, Recca. Take off your clothes, and let's see what we have to work with," Mindy told me.

I took my dress off and stood before her, nervous as all hell.

"Um, you have beautiful skin and no bumps on your areolas; that's good. You have a bit of razor burn on your pussy, but I can touch that up. Let me see your teeth; oh nice and white; they'll like that," she offered as she inspected me. I felt like cattle at an auction.

She had me sit in a chair and did my makeup and hair. As she worked on me, I felt like a movie star.

"Now remember to do everything Ben askshen he asks. He gets cranky if he has to repeat himself a lot. Trust me, this guy is the best in the adult film industry," she glowed about Ben.

"OK," I said, not catching the part about the adult film industry.

"Alright, let's get you in a dress and start," Mindy said.

They put me in a dress that looked like Marilyn Monroe's white dress in "Some Like It Hot," which was white and frilly but much shorter. I walked onto the set, and Ron and Ben clapped their approval. Rebecca, could you please stand over this grate and position your hands sideways at waist level? I did as he said, and he picked up his camera and turned on the fan. My dress flew up past my waist, exposing my bald pussy as he snapped away.

"Beautiful Rebecca, lift your hands a bit higher; yeah, baby, show me that pussy; act surprised for the camera; yeah, perfect!" he yelled.

I didn't have to act surprised, I fucking was. I was so embarrassed to show my pussy to everyone in the room. They quickly changed me into another short dress, exposing my pussy in every pose. Then we moved on to underwear sets; all of them pushed up my tits, exposing them, and the bottoms all had split crotches exposing me. Then he had me remove the underwear, and he filmed me naked, in very embarrassing poses, with closeups of my pussy, having me spread my lips, and shooting closeups of my inner pink folds. I felt so violated. I noticed a young man had come onto the set in a white robe as I did my nude shoot. I couldn't understand what he was doing at my shoot.

"Tommy, we're ready for you," Ben said.

Tommy walked onto my seat, took off his robe, and tossed it on a chair; he was completely naked. He smiled at me while I looked at his fat ten-inch cock growing bigger by the second.

"OK, Rebecca, in this sequence, you're going to grab the base of Tommy's cock and hold it up to your lips and give him a look that says, "Please don't make me suck it," Ben explained.

I was shaking as I looked over to Mr. Habel. He smiled at me and nodded, signaling me to do it.

"Come on, babe, time is money," Ben growled.

I grabbed the fat cock and held it close to my lips as the camera clicked away.

"Good, good, now pout your lips and press them to the tip of his cock," Ben ordered.

Again, I looked at Mr. Hable as he urged me to proceed.

"Come on, Rebecca," Ben urged, getting annoyed.

I did as he requested, looking at Tommy; he winked at me and smiled.

"Alright, baby, now open your mouth and stick your tongue out a bit and lay the head of his cock on your tongue," Ben instructed.

I followed the instructions on what facial expression to use, and the camera clicked away.

"OK, baby, now close your lips on it and start to suck it, nice and slowly," Ben ordered.

I looked at Mr. Habel, who nodded for me to do it, and panicked.

I began to slowly suck Tommy's cock into my mouth, thinking it would only be for a minute. The camera clicked as I sucked, and I sucked for a couple of minutes until I tasted Tommy's salty and sweet cum dripping into my mouth, and I pulled off him.

"No, no, no, don't stop until he cums," Ben scolded me.

My eyes shot wide open as I quickly put the fat cock in my mouth and started to suck it again.

"How much can you take, baby? Can you swallow him? Do it, sweetie," Ben encouraged.

I closed my eyes and fed the tip of his cock along the top of my mouth until the head of his cock was just in my throat. I pushed on the cock, and it slid into my throat, my lips almost touching Tommy's belly.

"Yes, awesome, Rebecca, wonderful," Ben exclaimed.

I could feel Tommy ready to bust his nut in my mouth.

"OK, Becca, don't swallow it right away; hold his cum in your mouth," Ben ordered.

I pulled his cock from my throat, and Tommy grunted and unloaded into my mouth and boy did he unload. His cock kept jerking in my mouth as his balls emptied their thick sperm. I thought his cock would never stop spurting. He pulled his cock out, and cum came with it, dripping from my lips and onto my chin before dropping to my tits in a long thin strand.

"Yes, marvelous, oh wonderful," Ben said excitedly.

Tommy stepped away as I knelt there with a mouth bursting at the seams with cum.

"OK, Rebecca, open your mouth, baby. Show us your prize," Ben requested.

I opened my mouth as Ben's camera clicked away.

"OK, baby, Ben instructed, close your mouth and push some cum out the corners of your mouth."

I pushed some cum out, and it ran down my cheeks.

"Oh, God, yes, awesome, awesome," Ben said, overjoyed.

"OK, baby, swallow it, then show me," Ben asked.

I gulped the wad of thick cum, opened my mouth, and showed it to him.

"Yes, perfect. Alright, folks, that's a wrap," Ben said excitedly.

I dressed and met Mr. Habel out front.

"I didn't expect that at all. Do all girls do this in their portfolio shoots?" I asked, getting upset.

"I'm sorry; maybe I should have prepared you better," he replied.

"I never thought I'd give a guy a blowjob in my portfolio pictures," I continued.

"Well, I've seen Ben have girls fuck in their portfolio pictures," he says matter-of-factly.

I didn't answer him, and the driver was holding the car door open for me. I walked toward the car. He took me to a posh diner for lunch. Then shopping for clothes. I couldn't believe the slutty clothes he picked out for me. But he spent over two thousand dollars on clothes and shoes, so I didn't say anything about them.

"OK, Rebecca, tomorrow you'll meet Randy French. He owns one of the biggest film studios in the business. Be prepared for anything, and he's quite demanding of his actresses," Mr. Hable told me.

I got in the car without answering him, and the driver took me home.

"I'll pick you up at ten-thirty tomorrow, Miss Rebecca. The driver said this as he opened the door for me.

"Thank you. I'll be ready," I said with a smile.

I spent the rest of the day on the couch chilling, and my mom called to find out how I was making out. I told her about seeing the doctor but omitted that he was a gynecologist who put an IUD in her young daughter. And I told her about my portfolio shoot but omitted the fact my pussy and tits were in every shot or that I gave a guy a blowjob that would be included. She said she was excited to see them, and then I told her I had an appointment with the head of the biggest film studio in Los Angeles.

"Oh my God, Rebecca, MGM or Fox Studios?" She asked excitedly.

"I'm not sure, Mom. I'll have to let you know," I said, embarrassed to admit I didn't know.

She wished me luck, told me how proud she was of me, and apologized for doubting me. I knew I had to stay here and make it; I couldn't go home with my tail between my legs. I went to bed that night, ready to conquer the world, waking as a woman with a purpose in the morning. I was ready when the car showed up and couldn't wait to see the film studios I'd seen on TV, bustling lots full of men and women in costume.

It shocked me when we stopped in front of an old single-story warehouse in what looked like a shady part of town. The driver opened the door, and I stepped out and looked around but didn't see a soul. The old sign on the building said, "Big Dog Productions." I walked to the building and opened the door, which led to a vestibule with a single door but no windows. I noticed a security camera high on the wall and a doorbell button by the door. I pushed the button and waited.

"Yes, may I help you?" a woman's voice answered.

"Oh, yes, I have a ten-thirty appointment with Mr. French; my name is Rebecca," I announced.

"One moment, please," the woman said.

The door buzzed, and I walked into an office with just one desk and a woman in her fifties with enormous boobs.

"Have a seat, Miss; Mr. French will be with you shortly," she said, looking me over.

I sat down, looking around, wondering how this could be one of the biggest film companies in the business. I heard the intercom, and a man said, "Send her in." I opened the door to his office; he had a very messy desk, racks on the walls with a few reels of film on them, and in the middle of the room, an old leather couch with a spotlight on the ceiling shining down on it. Across from the sofa were two upholstered chairs, one occupied by Mr. Hanson. Mr. French was tall, around six-seven, and thin. He appeared to be in his fifties and had a cigar hanging out of his mouth.

"Good morning, Rebecca. Ron has glowing things to say about you," he said, smiling and shaking my hand.

"Oh, thank you. Mr. Hanson has been very kind to me," I replied.

"Please sit on the couch, Rebecca," Mr. French said.

I sat on the couch, crossing my legs because my dress was so short, as Mr. French retrieved something from his desk. Mr. Hanson gestured for me to uncross and spread my legs, but I hesitated before revealing my bald pussy to the men. Mr. French sat down and smiled, looking at Mr. Hanson. I knew he was getting an eye full.

"Well, Rebecca, tell me all about you and your dreams here in Hollywood," Mr. French asked, sitting back and admiring my bald twat.

I was so embarrassed. I could barely form a thought as I babbled through my life story.

"Rebecca, relax. It's just like our interview," Mr. Habel told me.

"I'm sorry. I'm so nervous. This is overwhelming," I said as Mr. French smiled broadly at Mr. Habel.

Mr. French got up from his chair and sat beside me on the couch, wrapping his arm around me and putting his other hand on my knee.

"Don't be nervous, Rebecca. We're here to help you become a movie star. It will take time and a lot of work on your part, but I see you're young and fresh, and our audiences will love you.

"Thank you, Mr. French, that means a lot. Who are some of your biggest stars?" I asked, hoping not to be the only one talking.

"Don't concern yourself with that right now. If things work out, you'll work with all of our top male stars and some of the female stars," Mr. French deflected as his hand slid to my inner thigh.

"Randy, I'm telling you now, I will drive a hard bargain for Rebecca. We're talking a multi-movie deal with some commercials and public venue appearances," Mr. Hanson told him sternly.

"Well, I see, so there's no standard contract for this young talent, eh?" Mr. French said as he squeezed my inner thigh.

"No, sir. We'll walk now if we don't get a good deal," Mr. Hanson told him.

I was so excited to hear them talk about me that I wasn't paying attention to Mr. French's hand.

"Alright, Ron, there's no reason to strong-arm me. We've been friends for years. Let me see her portfolio," Mr. French asked.

My heart sank. I didn't have one yet. This was going to sink my deal.

"Her portfolio won't be ready for a few weeks yet, Randy; it was just shot yesterday by Ben," Mr. Hanson offered.

"Oh well, it was shot by the best. Come back when you have it, and we'll talk, Mr. French told Mr. Hanson.

"Very well, but will you hold the three-film deal we discussed for Rebecca?" Mr. Hanson asked...

"Sorry, Ron, I need to find someone. We're already behind in the production schedule.

"But I want to start work now," I blurted out, then covered my mouth.

Mr. French and Mr. Hanson laughed, and my face turned bright red.

"Will you show me what you look like, Rebecca?" Mr. French asked...

I stood up and walked around posing for the men.

I don't think that's what Randy meant," Mr. Hanson replied.

Looking at the two men, I stood there like a deer in headlights.

"Go on, Rebecca. You don't have a portfolio; show Randy your naked body. Mr. Hanson said. He was getting frustrated.

"Oh, God, sure, yeah," I said, embarrassed and nervous.

Slowly, I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor, covering my charms.

"My, you are a little goddess, Randy said as he fucked me with his eyes.

"Thank you," I responded softly, blushing with embarrassment.

"Come sit next to me, my child," Randy said, patting the seat beside him.

I slowly returned to the couch and sat far away from Randy. He slid right next to me and began to massage my breasts as I cowered in my seat. He pushed me down onto the sofa, placed one of my legs over its back, dipped his head between my legs, and split my pussy lips with his tongue.

"Um, you taste like honey, baby," Randy told me.

I looked at Mr. Hanson, and he gave me a look that said, "Let him".

"OK, Ron, if she does well in her stage test, I'll give you a three-movie deal and a few commercials, and once a month, she'll be featured at a club in L.A.," Randy told Ron.

"What do you think, Rebecca?" Randy asked me.

"Yeah, that sounds wonderful," I said, looking at Mr. Hanson.

He nodded at me, and Randy's tongue returned to my pussy, licking and sucking my tiny pussy into his mouth.

"Um, oh, wait," I moaned as Mr. Hanson looked at me furiously for resisting Randy's advances.

"Oh, I, um," I couldn't form the words, but Mr. Hanson signaled me to let him go.

The secretary opened the office door, walked in, and handed Mr. Hanson a pack of papers. She thought nothing of seeing her boss's tongue in my twat. She had given Mr. Hanson my contract. I closed my eyes and let Randy have his way with me. Randy's tongue was making it hard not to want him to continue as I began to feel a bit hot.

"Umm," I moaned softly.

Randy's tongue knew how to please a woman, and I knew I'd be coming in his mouth soon.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, like that," I moaned.

Randy sucked and licked my clit, and I couldn't take anymore.

"Oh, yeah, I'm coming," I squealed as my back arched and pleasure flooded my body.

I was breathing heavily, lying there as Randy stood up and unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor, pulling down his shorts and revealing a very fat eleven-inch cock.

"Oh my God," I sighed as he sat down on the couch and stretched out his massive cock.

"Come to me, baby," he said softly.

I slowly sat up and crawled over to him and slung my leg over him; I had to straighten my legs out to get his cock between my legs.

"Please don't hurt me," I begged softly.

I pushed down on his cock, and it didn't go anywhere. I sat on it more, and I felt it bend before the head roared into my tight pussy.

"Oh, ow, ow," I cried.

I worked what I had in my pussy, getting it wet, and then pushed down again, and Randy's cock began to slide inside my overstuffed pussy.

"OH, God, it's so big," I moaned as it disappeared into my quivering snatch.

I got eight inches in me when he hit bottom, and I began to roll my hips and fuck him.

"Ya, ya, ya," I moaned as the big cock stretched me, and it slid easily into my sopping wet cunt.

I looked at Mr. Hanson, and he was busy reading the contract. My hips were rocking now. Randy's cock glistened as I appeared and disappeared into my wet pussy.

"Fuck, is your pussy tight?" Randy moaned in my ear.

I was about to fall off the mountain.

His cock was hitting all the right spots. I was about to have an earth-shattering orgasm.

"Oh, Randy, fuck, fuck yeah, fuck me," I wailed as I exploded.

That triggered Randy, whose cock swelled and jerked inside me, launching his warm sperm into my receptive pussy.

"Yeah, yeah, I moaned as he came in me.

I collapsed into his arms, and we both tried to catch our breath.

"Oh, fuck, that's good pussy," Randy said.

I climbed off his lap, leaking cum from my pussy, and I sat on the couch, totally embarrassed at having fucked Randy and not knowing what to expect next.

Ron got up from his desk and motioned me over to Randy's desk; I got up, dripping on the carpet.

"Here, Becca, I need you to sign the contract; you get two thousand per film, a thousand for each commercial, and five hundred for each public appearance we have.

"Wait, only two thousand for a movie?" I complained.

"You should be happy he likes you. Most girls earn a thousand dollars per movie. It's your first contract, and you have no experience; you'll be the leading female star in three movies," Mr. Habel tried to reason with me.

"Well, I had to fuck him to get it. Do all the actresses do that?" I asked.

"Yes, they do, and they still get a thousand a movie," he barked.

"Fine, give me the pen," I said as I signed the contract.

Randy got up and went to a closet, returning with a white robe for me to wear. I put it on, covering myself.

"Ron, should we do her screen test today, or do you want to put it off until later?" Randy asked.

"Let's get it over with so we know," Ron told him, looking at me, unhappy with my attitude.

Randy walked out the back door and returned a few minutes later.

"OK, I've got a couple of guys to handle it," Randy told Ron.

"What's a screen test? What do I do? Where's my script?" I asked, weary of their intentions.

"Just act on your feelings and emotions like you're acting for an audience.

"OK, do I go to wardrobe for a costume fitting?" I asked.

"You were wearing it at birth," Ron said, visibly unhappy with my actions.

"Fine," I said, being a brat.

We entered a vast warehouse through the back door, where various sets equipped with cameras and lighting were in place. What struck me about most sets was that they only had a bed.

"What's with all the beds?" I asked, unaware.

Both men looked at me and laughed. We walked to the back of the building: two camera operators and two other men dressed in robes like me.

"OK, guys, this is Rebecca. You're going to be her partners in her screen test. Both men smiled at me and waved.

"Ron, I forgot to ask. She had blood work and was clean," Randy asked as I looked at him in shock.

"Excuse me, clean?" I asked harshly.

"Yes, she passed her test. I'll send you the paperwork," Ron told him.

I was appalled they'd talk about me that way..Randy stepped behind me and pulled off my robe.

"Hey," I said in protest.

"Climb on the bed, baby. The boys know what to do," Randy encouraged me.

"Do what?" I asked, getting more alarmed.

"Randy, just tear up her contract. I'm out of here," Ron snarled.

"Wait, what are you doing?" "What are you doing?" I asked, watching my dream fade away.

"I'm not going to go through this with you every shoot, Rebecca," he said, walking out.

"Ok, guys, stand down, the screen test is canceled," Mr. French told his crew.

“No, wait, Mr. Hanson. OK, I'll get on the bed," I cried.

He walked out the door as I hung my head.

"Rebecca, get on the bed and let the guys get started. I'll go get Ron," Randy told me.

"OK," I said, starting to cry.

I crawled on the bed as Randy chased after Mr. Hanson. The two men approached the bed and took off their robes, and they were both naked. I started crying as one of them lay on his back, and the other man helped me straddle his legs.

"Put his cock in your pussy, baby," I was told"

I was shaking as I lined his cock up to my pussy, tears running down my cheeks as it sunk inside me.

"Lie on your stomach and stick your butt in the air," I heard.

As I lay on the man's muscular chest, I felt lube shoot into my anus and spread my butt cheeks.

"No, please, be gentle. It hurts back there," I wailed.

I looked up to see camera operators filming me, and I buried my face in the man's chest.

"Please go slow in my butt," I cried. As the man's cock gained entry into my tight bunghole.

Baby, you've got to start fucking, or they're going to fire you," One of the men said.

"But I don't like my butt fucked," I cried.

"Baby, it's part of the business, all the girls do it, you'll get accustomed to having cock up there," The man fucking me said softly."

"Alright, but don't hurt my butthole," I cried.

The men comforted me and then began fucking me in earnest, my body rocking back and forth.

"Umm, umm, oh, oh, God, your cocks are so big," I cried as they fucked me.

I could hear the popping of our bodies slapping together as I gained some composure.

I noticed Ron and Randy watching me getting double penetrated, and I wiped my tears and started to meet the cocks thrusting in me. My hips got in a rhythm, and I made the most of my situation. To my surprise, my ass was not in pain, and the two ten-inch cocks began to feel good. It was my first anal. My friends all shied away from it because they said it hurt. It wasn't bad at all, and other than not wanting to fuck more guys today, it was feeling OK. I looked at the cameras and knew they were recording me, and Ron and Randy watching me fuck was getting me hot.

"Um, yeah, yeah, yeah, do it," I moaned.

We were sweating, everyone fucking like mad, cocks churned in and out of my fuck slot like I've never experienced. I was going to cum on camera; there would be no stopping it now. I put my arms across my head and straightened up.

"Fuck yeah, I'm coming. Fuck me, fuck me," I sobbed, consumed by pleasure and passion.

I collapsed on the man's chest, and they finished pounding my tender holes before filling each one with hot, steamy sperm.

"Ya fill me, fill me with your ghiz," I whispered when I felt them coming.

The man pulled out of my butt and left the bed as I lay there.

"Are you alright, baby?" the man with his cock still buried in my pussy asked.

"Yeah, just give me a minute; that was pretty intense," I said, exhausted.

I rolled off my acting partner and sat up in the bed as cum poured out of my fuck holes. I grabbed my robe from the floor, wrapped it around my shoulders, and walked out of the studio and back into Randy's office. When Randy and Ron returned to the office, I was already wearing my dress and shoes.

"Here, Rebecca, here are the three contracts for your movies. You did an excellent job today. I can tell you'll make it in this business," Randy said, smiling.

"Yeah, that's great," I said sarcastically as I grabbed the contracts, walked out of the office, and got in the limo for the ride home.