[PI] In the sleazy underbelly of Hollywood, the line between "agent" and "pimp" is often blurry. Chapters 1-2. (15k words, tags: MF, M+F, F cheating, transactional)

Original Prompt

Prologue

Whenever we watched movies from the early 2000s, my wife would bait the conversation by making ridiculously narcissistic comments about the actresses. "I would have been better," Lucy usually said, "Except that I had some fucking dignity." Then, she'd wait for someone to ask the obvious question, and launch into her little tale of woe. She'd tell them how actresses were basically required to sleep with producers to get anywhere in those days, and how her acting career never took off because she refused.

Lucy was super hot when she was younger. Well, she's still super hot now, in her 40s, but when she was 18, she was a fucking wet dream. I didn't know her back then, but I have pictures. Like, not just regular candid pictures, taken in rolls of 24 and developed at CVS, but professional pictures - Lucy was a model model. She had the body, she had the look, and she had a certain implied sluttiness that made everyone think that they had a chance with her, even though, they obviously didn't. She did a couple of local shoots for department stores, and then she hired this super hotshot agent, Diane, to make her a movie star.

Diane's first call to her was to ask if she wanted to take a meeting with a pair of producers named Roger and Nick. Lucy wasn't given their last names, just Roger and just Nick. Google didn't exist, or maybe it kind of did, but it wasn't popular enough for her to figure out that they weren't just producers, they were porn producers. Back then, most porn was still shot in L.A., specifically, the San Fernando Valley, where she grew up, so it wasn't a huge shock. But, Lucy said absolutely no to porn when she found out, to which Diane gave a glib, "my bad, my bad." She wanted to be a real movie star.

As embarassing as it was to be surprised with a porn audition, at least Roger and Nick were up front about their intentions. Her "big break" came when her agent arranged for her to meet Jason, a producer - a non-pornographic movie producer, Diane assured her. She was auditioning to star in some up and coming Law and Order clone. The schtick was going to be Doogie Howser crossed with Law & Order: a brilliant, sexy, 18-year-old detective in Hollywood. Detective to the stars. Or something like that. It didn't matter - she met Jason at a hotel, he invited her up to his room, where he tried to get in her pants, and she said no.

The project was cancelled quickly soon after that, and Lucy never got another major audition again. Her agent shopped her around for a bit after that, and she was offered a few minor roles, but eventually, Lucy decided that she had better things to do with her life, and she ended up getting a job as a yoga instructor. When I met her, I didn't know anything except for the last part - that she was a yoga instructor. Her friend, a teacher, invited her to share at a career day at a local middle school, and my cousin, who had kids in the school, had invited me to do the same. The yoga instructor and the structural engineer hit it off, started dating, got married, and had kids. She stopped teaching yoga for a few years, but went back to it when the kids went to school.

She always blamed not sleeping with Jason as the reason for her acting career not taking off. She was absolutely convinced that if she had, she would have been a big movie star. And while I'm not going to comment on how good of an actress my wife is, I will say that she got a little defensive when, sometime while we were engaged, I asked her why she didn't just sleep with them, given that she readily admitted she was "a bit of a slut" in those days.

The blowback was fast and furious. "I'M NOT A FUCKING WHORE!" she screamed, and went to stay at her sister's house for two days. She refused to talk to me until I literally begged on my knees for her to forgive me. Given her outsized reaction, I never, ever brought it up again.

But maybe I should have.

Chapter 1

An 18-year-old Lucy's fingers drummed absently against her purse as she waited patiently in the waiting room of After Midnight Studios, in a shitty San Fernando Valley office building. She stared at the minimalist logo, just three stylized lines that looked like A from one vantage and M from another. Across the lobby, a woman in a pink blouse doodled in her notebook in front of her, tasked with answering a phone that rarely rang and welcoming guests that rarely arrived.

"Just hear them out," Diane had said over the phone that morning, voice crackling with forced cheer. "It may not sound great at first, but, trust me, it's actually a great opportunity."

Lucy tugged at the hem of her sundress - a bright pink number that was right at home in the San Fernando Porn Valley - and checked her makeup once more in a hand mirror before realizing she'd done it three times in the 15 minutes that she'd been waiting. Finally, the door opened, and a young woman walked out. Lucy was stricken with jealousy immediately. Like Lucy, the other woman was tall-ish, with long legs and a pair of believably large tits. Unlike Lucy, she had gone full slut for the outfit. She was wearing a satin wraparound blouse with a plunging neckline, and a short leather miniskirt. And 4" stilletos. Lucy looked like a fucking Sunday School teacher by comparison. The woman offered Lucy an icy smile, and then strutted out of the door, head held high.

Two men appeared at the door soon afterward. "Lucy? Roger, Nick. Come on in."

Roger, the shorter one, had a lazy grin and a shirt unbuttoned just enough to hint at chest hair. Nick, taller but sharper-dressed, carried himself like someone who knew exactly how much his silence was worth. "Diane give you the details?"

"Um, no," Lucy stammered, trying to keep up with their brisk walk down a short corridor. They passed by two doors marked "Roger" and "Nick", and headed to the only other room in the place - a third room marked, "Private." The decor inside was simple - there were just three leather couches, a love seat and two singles, and a tripod with a videocamera pointed toward the love seat.

Roger and Nick sat down on the single chairs, gesturing for Lucy to take a seat on the couch meant for two, the one with a camera intimidatingly pointed toward her. Actually, two cameras - as they closed the door, there was a second camera tripod behind the door.

"We produce films," Roger said. "Adult films." His tone was matter-of-fact, the way someone might say they worked at a corner deli across the street if they were chatting with someone in a coffee shop line. Lucy's fingers stilled against her purse. She had been expecting this, ever since she had walked into the office, but she felt her breath coming slower now, as if her lungs had forgotten how to work.

Nick leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his grin widening. "You've got the look," he said. "That je ne sais quoi. Camera's gonna love you."

Roger took the more pragmatic approach. "You wanna end the interview right now? Get up and walk out?" It was a legitimate question. Probably 70-80% of their meetings ended in less than 30 seconds.

Nick, still studying her, wasn't as keen on being so expeditious, and he went into salesman mode. "We're not talking cheap gonzo shit that the Valley puts out. Think high-end, cinematic. Real scripts with actual plot." His voice was calm, but Lucy caught the wild flicker in his eyes.

That was it - that was her big chance to walk out without wasting anyone's time, except her own. She'd go back to Diane, tell her she didn't want to act on her back, and Diane would find her something else. Diane had asked in general terms whether Lucy would be interested in porn, but Lucy didn't think that it'd be her very first audition. Maybe, somewhere deep in her mind, Lucy did decline it. She certainly told everyone she did, for the next 25 years.

"Yes," Lucy said, before realizing the question was a negative. "Yes, I want to stay, no, I don't want to leave. But I'm not signing anything until I talk it over with Diane," she hedged.

"Yeah, of course, of course," Roger assured her, even as his dick hardened from the fact that he was now 70-80% certain that she was going to end up with his cum inside of her in one form or another. "We've worked with Diane for a long time, she's great. We've sent a ton of her clients to Hollywood. You know Julie Summers? Kara Crystal?"

Lucy hadn't, but she said yes anyway, and acted impressed. Well, she was impressed.

Nick nodded approvingly. "We'd start you soft, just to see what the camera thinks of you," he said. "Solo scenes, maybe some girl-girl. But, you know, the real money's in hard core. When you're ready."

"What's 'real money'?" asked Lucy.

Nick explained, "It's usually $600 for a shoot. Diane's fee is 25%, so it'd go to her directly. We'd also retain $150 for taxes and shit, because this is completely above-board and legal. Oh - and you need an STD test dated within two weeks of a shoot. That's $50, but most girls will do 2-3 shoots in a week so they only need to pay that once."

Lucy exhaled sharply, her mind racing. She'd modeled before, sure, but those were department store ads. One of the shoots included a lingerie shoot, but it was more like nightgowns and sleepwear. This was different. This was nudity and cocks and cum, the kind that pervs could find in glossy magazines at special news stands. New York had a way of making the extraordinary feel mundane.

"You like sex?" Roger asked, unwilling to let Lucy ponder for too long. Girls thinking too long was a bad sign.

The words left Lucy's mouth before she could stop them. "Of course."

"Sucking dick?"

"Of course."

Nick jumped in. "It's sexier if you repeat the question in the answer. Don't just say, 'Yes.' Say, 'Yes, I love sucking dick.'"

"Yes, I love sucking dick," Lucy said. It was true. She was 19 years old, living in the big city in a 1-bedroom with 2 other aspiring models, and it worked because very rarely were all three of them sleeping at home on the same night. Sometimes, they'd be 0 for 3 on a Saturday night.

"You like fucking?"

"Yes, I love fucking," Lucy said, catching on.

"You like anal?"

"Yes, I love anal," Lucy lied. But she had paused long enough for Roger and Nick to know the truth.

"We'll have to work on your lying skills," Roger chuckled. "So - what do you think? You ready for us to draw up a contract, send it over to Diane for review?"

"Well," Lucy waffled. "It's just ... it's just ... the money. Like ... $600 is great. But ... $150 to Diane, $150 to taxes, $50 for the STD test ... I'd only get $250?"

"It's a really standard contract," frowned Roger. "There's not much room for negotiation on it. And, you know, $600 is only for the hardcore stuff. Solo is $200: $50 to Diane, $50 for taxes, and we wouldn't need to do the STD test, so you'd be getting $100."

"Plus exposure," Nick said. "Your name would be out there."

"Yeah, but I'm not a standard model," Lucy protested. "I've got modeling experience. I've been in front of a camera."

"There's just nothing we can do for your first video," Roger interjected. "Look, let's say your first flick sells 10,000 - no, even 5,000 copies. That's a fan base. You'll start commanding higher prices then."

"We're taking a huge risk with the first video," Nick pointed out. "We have no idea what you're like. You might choke on a dick and puke. You might get the clap between your STD test and the shoot. We don't know if we're going to have to keep reminding you not to look at the camera while you're getting fucked."

"Basically, until we've actually seen you have sex," Roger clarified, "You're getting paid the base rate."

Lucy leaned forward, pushing her chest out a little. "Well, what if you could watch me have sex? See how I shoot?"

Roger's grin froze mid-smirk. Nick's eyebrow raised. For a heartbeat, the only sound was the distant honking of traffic outside the building.

"Look, let's just say you ... give me a gift. It's not a job, so Diane doesn't need to get paid. And gifts aren't taxable, so taxes don't apply. And we don't need to do an STD test because we're not actually shooting it. You pay me $500, which saves you a bit of money, and we can start with a more reasonable starting contract."

Nick shuffled his feet and looked at Roger. "You're serious," he said, and it wasn't a question. Roger inhaled and held his breath a little, looking at Nick. Neither of them said anything for a few seconds. They needed to pretend like they were thinking about it. They needed to pretend like this wasn't their plan all along. They needed to pretend like they didn't just pull this exact move on the woman before Lucy, the one who had to walk out of the door with her head held high to distract from the fact that she was leaking cum from her asshole.

Roger's faux-hesitation faded, and he tilted his head toward Lucy. "You'd do that?" he asked, voice dropping lower. "Right here? Right now?"

"Yes," Lucy said, remembering how she was to repeat the question. "I'll fuck you right here, right now."

Roger sat back in his chair and spread his legs wide, giving enough space for Lucy to kneel between. "I can't tell you what to do, Lucy," he said.

He watched her - her eyes dark as she stood up, her lips parted as she knelt in front of Roger. She was good at this, Lucy reminded herself. She'd have him in the palm of her hand in no time. Lucy's fingers found the zipper of Roger's slacks, and she didn't hesitate. That was what surprised Roger the most - there was no fumbling, no nervous giggle. No pretending she hadn't done this before. Just the sudden warmth of her palm against the length of him through his briefs before she reached into his fly and extracted a long, thick, hard cock.

Lucy's lips were slick when she took him in, tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock tip before she closed her lips, and hollowed her cheeks. She sucked him in with vacuum, pursing her lips tightly so he could feel his throbbing cock sucked through a tiny hole. Roger's head thumped back against the booth, his hips jerking once, involuntarily, before he forced himself still. She was good - not polished, not as good as she'd be eventually, but she had a head start on most of the young starlets who ended up in her position. The tip of his cock bumped the back of her throat, and she didn't pull away, just sucked him until her nose touched the zipper of his jeans.

Then, Lucy pulled off with a wet sound, scooping up some of the saliva off of her chin with a finger. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen, but her gaze was steady when she looked up at Roger. She wasn't just going to do this, but she was going to knock his socks off. The question wasn't whether she could handle his cock, but whether his cock could handle her.

Roger's fingers slowly curled around Lucy's hair as he pulled her downward, pulling her back onto him, but Roger wasn't the only impatient one. Nick stood up and knelt behind Lucy, lifting up the back of her dress to get a good look at her panties - a pair of boring, white, cotton panties of which she had gotten a 12-pack for free from her department store photo shoot. Nick's hand closed around Lucy's mound, stroking it up and down, feeling the dampness seep into the cotton fabric, as Lucy bobbed her head up and down on Roger's cock.

Nick stopped rubbing Lucy's pussy for a few seconds, but Lucy didn't seem to notice. She also didn't notice when he opened up his pants, knelt behind the aspiring starlet, and with one hand, pulled her panties to the side. He dragged her ass backward a few inches, for a better angle, and all of a sudden Lucy realized that he was already hard, the tip of his cock pressing against the naked lips of her pussy. No preamble, no teasing - just Viagra-fueled efficiency. She tried to speak up, but Roger held her head into his lap with a hand tangled in her hair.

Nick whistled low under his breath as he slid into her, her wet warmness welcoming him with a delicious slurp. Nick ignored her flailing arms, his fingers tightening on Lucy's hips as he shuttled her back and forth between the two cocks, impaling her mouth on Roger's cock, and impaling her cunt on his dick.

Roger leaned forward, relaxing his arms when it was clear that Lucy had accepted her fate. "She's better than good," he said, knowing full well that lavishing compliments was the easiest fucking way to get women like her wet. Nick could barely contain his laughter as he nodded at Roger. This would be the third one they had pulled this week, and two in a row. They were on fire.

Roger's gaze dropped to Lucy, her lips stretched around his cock, her dress bunched on her back as she was pounded from behind. "You're gonna be a star," he told her. Roger released her hair, and Lucy released his cock, panting hard from the exertion as Roger's hips jerked forward one last time. The first hot stripe of cum hit her cheekbone, thick and sudden. It wasn't the first time that Lucy had taken a facial, but she couldn't aim the dick this time on account of her body jerking backward and forward from Nick hammering her. The second spurt landed on her eyelid, forcing her to blink rapidly as it dripped into her lashes. By the third pulse, her lips were parted, breath coming fast through her nose, and Roger angled himself deliberately to paint her forehead with the residual drippings.

"Jesus Christ, turn around," Nick said, abruptly pulling out. It was too hot to hold in any longer.

Lucy scrambled to her knees, and Nick stood over her, adding his sperm to the mix on her face. Lucy held her mouth open and extended her tongue, at Roger's insistence, and let the taste of Nick's cum - bitter from cigarettes and salt from a diet of burgers and fries - swish across her palate, unmistakable and intimate in a way that made the space between her thighs feel empty.

Roger watched, transfixed, as Nick dragged the head of his cock through the mess on Lucy's face, smearing it across her skin like some perverse sacrament.

Lucy held still - neither retreating nor flinching - as she guided streams of cum into her mouth with her finger. Then, she swallowed once, deliberate, before scraping the remainder of their combined loads in. When she finally pulled back, she was smiling.

"You swallowed," Roger said, impressed.

Lucy's laugh was breathless, sticky with the remnants of them. "I'm auditioning, right? Gotta bring out the A game." She swiped two fingers through the mess on her eyelid, sucking them clean for an imaginary audience.

Chapter 2

Lucy's second audition was with Jason Matthews, a movie producer. A real movie producer. Lucy had complained to Diane about Roger and Nick and pornos, and Diane had assured her that she wouldn't send Lucy to any more porn producers unless specifically asked. "You should have told me up front," Diane chastised her client. "You said you were open to porn."

"I'm open to it, but I'm not going to close the door on a real acting career," Lucy shot back. She neglected to mention that she had actually fucked Roger and Nick, and gotten $500 for it.

"My bad," Diane apologized. "It was a misunderstanding, it won't happen again." Of course, Diane had heard from Roger and Nick how the audition had really gone - and she had collected her $500 "finder's fee" from them. She needed to know exactly what kind of client Lucy was, and now, she knew. She knew that she could set Lucy up with people like Jason Matthews, people with real shitty movie parts but decent finder's fees.

***

Jason apologized for meet Lucy in a hotel lobby. All his meetings began there, but each one of the models thought that they were special. They were told he wasn't supposed to be in L.A., he was flying to Sydney from New York, and had missed his connection. They were told he was just in town for one night, and not really in the mood to take an audition, but they had agreed to meet one - just one - special young lady. Lucy was told that she'd have to travel to his hotel, meet in the lobby for just 15 minutes - or until Jason got tired. After all, he was on New York time. Any time they could get past 15 minutes was a blessing, really.

Lucy made sure to get there 30 minutes early, waiting patiently in the opulent lobby, sitting up straight and keeping her eyes peeled for the elevator doors. She had gone out and bought an outfit like she had seen the other woman at After Midnight wearing. She had gone full slut. Her $500 from Roger and Nick were re-invested into an outfit: 100% silk blouse, wrap-around, with a V that plunged down to her navel, and a short, black pencil skirt. The leather was too much - her blouse was glossy enough. There were the full 4" of heels, stiletto of course, and thigh high stockings. And finally, Lucy had asked her mom to mail her the diamond necklace she had gotten from her grandmother on her 18th birthday. Real diamond, solitaire, dangling around her neck. She looked like a $1,000 escort. But she didn't think of herself as one.

Yet.

Across the room, the elevator doors slid open, and Jason stepped out like he owned the place. He wasn't even dressed, for fuck's sake, he was wearing a hotel robe and slippers. He didn't scan the room or hesitate - just walked straight toward Lucy with the kind of easy confidence that belied his experience in such matters.

"I'm sorry," Jason said as she stood up. "I've just had dinner delivered up in my room, and I'm ravenous. I'm going to have to cancel. Let's touch base next time you're in LA, okay?"

"Wait," Lucy said, immediately panicking. "Can we talk while you eat? Up in your room?"

It really was that easy, Jason laughed to himself. He invited her to follow him, and Lucy didn't even realize how it looked for a 54-year-old man in a bathrobe leading a 19-year-old slut to a set of hotel elevators. She was just so thrilled that he was willing to accommodate her that she was counting the part as hers. When they got to his hotel room, she didn't even notice that there had been no dinner delivered - just Jason pouring two glasses of whiskey and launching into a description of the role she was to fill.

"Detective Eliana Luz. Eighteen years old, and graduated from the Academy already. She's young, she's hot, she's smart, she's funny, she's spicy, and we think you're perfect for the part. She's written as Latina," he said, handing the 19-year-old Lucy her first whiskey, "But we'd change that to, ah, what are you?"

"I'm part Latina," Lucy offered. "Part Hawaiian. Part Italian. Part-"

"She's half-Asian," Jason declared. "Plays well with the key demos. Eliana ... Eliana Turner. "Tiger mom, high powered dad. Graduated high school at 14, law school at 16, but she really wanted to be a cop, so she went to the Academy."

Jason clinked his glass against Lucy's, and took a large sip, pausing for her to do the same. "It's gritty. Dark. Crimes that realistic detectives can't solve in 44 minutes. But Eliana can."

"I feel like I was made to play a role like that. I-" Lucy stifled a cough as the small sip of amber liquid burned its way down her throat, and Jason pounced on the opportunity to talk some more.

"None of this good girl bullshit," Jason announced. "She's got to be familiar with the dark underbelly of the city. Drugs, violence, prostitution, she's 18 but she understands all of that."

"I can-I can do that," Lucy interjected.

"Let's see, let's see," Jason said, ushering Lucy deeper into the suite, right into the bedroom. Maybe if Eliana were there, she would have noticed that the mess he had made was not commensurate to the 1-night stay he was purportedly having. Script pages sprawled across a nightstand, weighed down by a vintage ashtray. A jungle of neon sticky notes clung to every page. He must have been running 20 projects all at once, and it awed Lucy into compliance.

He scooped up a stack of papers from the floor, offering it to her with both hands. "Eliana's lines are highlighted in yellow."

Lucy accepted the pages, and sat down on the only seat available - on his bed. She skimmed the script furiously, constantly having to move her thumb to see dialogue crammed into the margins.

Jason sat on the bed beside her, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. The bottom of his robe slid down his leg, revealing enough thigh that Lucy should have been a little suspicious. But the scene opened with Eliana dressed like a prostitute, in a dirty, grimy, downtown bar, trying to find a john with what she had deduced was a birthmark on his left hip. His fingers trailed lightly up her calf, tracing the seam of her stockings, but Lucy assumed it was in character.

His touch was warm through the thin, nylon fabric, following the curve of her knee, then sliding higher along her thigh with the slow certainty of someone who knew exactly how far he could go before she'd stop him. Lucy dutifully read from the script and hit snooze on all the alarms ringing inside her head - this was her big break!

Lucy turned a page, her fingers tightening slightly on the paper. The dialogue was clunky and she'd have some notes after the reading - but it was gritty and dark, as Jason had promised. It was the kind of writing that made her pulse quicken for entirely professional reasons. Or at least, a mix of professional and personal reasons. Jason's thumb was circling the inside of her thigh, and she could barely read the next line of the script.

"ELIANA: LET ME SEE YOUR COCK."

Jason grinned evilly, and he pulled open his robe, exposing his left hip, where the actor would have a birthmark, in the real show, and a hard, throbbing cock, which would be blurred out on the real show, but was a very, very real reality on Jason.

Jason lifted his hand, brushing a loose strand of Lucy's hair behind her ear with exaggerated care, letting his fingertips linger on her jawline. "You want to be Eliana?" he asked. "You want to be sexy and gritty and do what it takes?"

Lucy's heart pounded in her chest. She couldn't even look Jason in the eye, all she could do was stare at his cock, jutting out from his robe, drooling lewdly.

Jason's fingers wrapped around Lucy's wrist, moving her hand onto his naked leg, and sliding it upward towards his erection. "Eliana's not afraid of messy," he murmured, his breath warm as his body was suddenly closer to Lucy's than she first thought. His hand returned to her body, skimming over her stomach, then higher still, his palm cupping the weight of her breast through her blouse. "Eliana would do what it takes."

Lucy exhaled sharply, the script crumpling slightly in her grip. His thumb brushed over her nipple, and she arched into the touch without meaning to, the pages slipping from her fingers to scatter across the floor. Jason took the opportunity to lean in, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, just below her ear. His other hand was still working at the knot that held the two sides of her blouse, unhurried but relentless. Lucy tilted her head, giving him better access to her neck, her own hands finally moving - not to push him away, but to wrap around the luxurious softness of his cock.

Jason murmured something against her neck, his lips moving lazily over her skin, and Lucy closed her eyes. She could feel the weight of the moment - the unspoken agreement between them - and her fingers worked him with a detached efficiency, as if he were a club hookup and not her future boss. She'd be doing this, anyway, with some stranger, for less. If this was the price for fame, well, she'd paid more for less.

Jason moved from second base to third, one hand inside her blouse, one up her skirt. Lucy could feel the tension coiling low in her stomach, welcome and unwelcome simultaneously, and she hated herself for it. She hated the way her body responded even as she knew she was essentially prostituting herself. But this is how every actress got big breaks, she told herself.

The betrayal of Lucy's own body was complete as Jason tugged off her panties, exposing her deliciously wet cunt. Jason's mouth moved back to her neck, and Lucy tipped her head back, and then Jason took that opportunity to push her whole body back onto the bed, climbing onto her as she stared at the ceiling. The shift was seamless. One moment Jason's fingers were working her with clinical precision, the next he was nudging her thighs apart with his knee, his weight settling over her with the arrogant confidence of a man who had never been told no. He had nothing on under his robe, he had gone to collect her from the lobby completely nude except for a robe and slippers, and Lucy had still fallen for it.

She was still falling for it. Lucy didn't resist, she just let her legs fall open, her skirt bunching around her waist, her blouse half-open as if she needed to be able to zip up at a moment's notice if the police came busting through the door. Jason's cock slid into her with none of the tentative exploration she might have expected from a man who'd spent the last ten minutes pretending this wasn't premeditated. There was no pause, no adjustment - just the steady, unrelenting push of him filling her inch by inch. Lucy exhaled through her nose, her fingers tightening in the duvet, as Jason bottomed out. Jason groaned low in his throat, his hips flush against hers, and for a heartbeat, neither of them moved.

Then he began to fuck her, each thrust measured and deliberate, the bedframe creaking softly beneath them. Lucy reached down to take her high heels off, but realized he probably wanted her to keep them on. Instead, she locked her ankles behind his back, drawing him deep inside of her as he thrust. His rhythm was unhurried, almost lazy, inconsistent with the schedule of a man who started the date by claiming he only had 15 minutes to spare.

Jason planted a hand on either side of Lucy's head, positioning his middle-aged, slightly pudgy body with salt-and-pepper chest hair, directly in her line of vision. In response, Lucy squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on the pressure of his cock stabbing into her flesh - not painful, but not pleasant either. Just possessive. She was his, at least for the next 10 minutes or so. His pace quickened, the drag of him inside her turning slick, effortless.

Lucy braced a hand against his chest, and Jason leaned back, moving his hands to her knees, pushing them to her chest. The angle of him inside of her changed, and she felt him hit something deeper, something that made her breath catch despite herself. Jason noticed, and his mouth curved into a sneer, smug and satisfied. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured.

"Yes, I love it when you fuck me deep," Lucy moaned.

Lucy could hear the wet slap of skin as Jason drove into her with single-minded focus, the bedframe groaning in protest. Jason's breathing turned ragged, his rhythm faltering as he neared the edge. "Christ, you're tight," he muttered, his voice thick with something that wasn't quite praise. "Young pussy always is." The words were more an observation than compliment, and Lucy couldn't wait for it to be over.

"Fuck my young pussy," Lucy echoed. "Fuck it hard." She didn't realize how much of a cheat code that was to make men cum.

Jason came with a grunt, his hips stuttering against hers, his fingers gripping her legs so hard she was worried there'd be bruises tomorrow. She could feel the pulse of him inside her, the warmth spreading where they were joined. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Jason exhaled, long and satisfied, and rolled off her without a word.

Lucy stayed where she was, legs spread eagle, staring at the ceiling, cum slowly oozing out of her.

Just like that, Lucy had secured her first acting gig - as Bystander #3, an extra on the pilot of the show. She didn't get the lead role - nobody did - because the show never really existed. It was just a clever way for Diane to get paid for the less promising, but more promiscuous, clients. But she was paid $500 for her work, 45 minutes in the hotel room and 2.5 hours on a sound stage a few weeks later.

Continued in Chapters 3-4.