"Hi everybody!" Jessica Alba shouted with an overly enthusiastic smile. "I'm Jessica Alba and this is Starlets to Sluts!"
There was a very satisfied smile on Jermaine's lips as he looked at the young starlet. She was dressed in a crop top just barely dark enough to hide her nipples and a pair leather hip hugger painted on pants. A pair of matching stiletto boots along with her hair being down in shoulder length curls made her look almost as she had in Dark Angel. It was such a shame that such a great show had been canceled. Oh well.
Jermaine was a nothing in the Hollywood world. He hadn't been on the road to stardom, or written a huge blockbuster. The only thing he'd ever really been interested in was being a porn director. People like Max Hardcore, Jim Powers and Mason were his heroes. The man he idolized was Ken Logan though. In October of 2004 Ken Logan, a small time action star, had opened a company called Red Carpet Facials. His goal had been to humiliate all of the biggest stars in Hollywood. As far as Jermaine knew only a single edition had ever been filmed staring Lindsey Lohan. It was amazing to the point of being inspirational. It changed Jermaine's life. Instead of just filming porn he would get every starlet he could, he would finish the dream his hero had started.
That path had led him down a lot of difficult tasks. It's hard to get a well known starlet to do a movie for you. Especially after the short lived but very famous Red Carpet Facials had hit the market. Most of them had some dirt on them but not nearly enough to let themselves be filmed and degraded the way Jermaine wanted to. They had enough money that no normal man was going to be able to buy them off. So what's a man to do?
It's really quite simple actually. Just slip the contract into the huge pile of other things they are signing. Anybody whose ever had to work on a real contract knows that after a while you aren't even asking what this piece of paper means, you just scan for the x's and put your name or initials beside them. Once your name is on something it becomes a lot harder to deny. If you're thinking she could ignore it, you're right she could. She could wait for me to go to the tabloids and the damage she could do to my very empty pockets wasn't even close to the damage I could do to her reputation. I also agreed not to release the video to the public for a minimum of ten years with an extension if she was still a big name in a decade. I won't say she didn't kick and scream and promise a lot of horrible things but in the end she was exactly where I wanted her.
Jermaine's best friend Brandon walked onto the screen and took a seat on a bright yellow leather couch. The couch was a tip of the hat to Max Hardcore whose yellow couch was just short of legendary. "Jessica lets hear a little about yourself."
"Well I'm currently filmin-"
"IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU'RE FILMING!!!" Both men shouted in unison silencing the insulted actress.
"Nobody is here to hear about how you were in Idle Hands or Fantastic Four we're here for one reason. You know what that is Jessica?" Brandon said.
Ms. Alba turned back to the camera putting on her award winning smile and nodded. "You're here to see me to turned into a cum guzzling sperm dumpster." It had to be the finest line she'd ever delivered, a perfect smile and sparkle in her eyes.
"Good. But first we should work them up a bit." Brandon motioned for me to turn on the radio. I reached out quickly turning it on to some random music station and looked back to Jessica.
She stared at the camera uneasily. "Wha-what do you want?"
"Strip you stupid bitch." He answered.
