It all started about a month after I arrived in New York. It was an old story, I guess - the small town girl who finds her way to the big city to find fame and glory as a dancer, a musician, or, in my case, as an actress. I had the passion, drive and talent to make myself a success. Growing up, I had never wanted anything else. As a child, I had starred in every school play, participated in every church Christmas pageant, and waved from every parade float as a harvest festival princess. And I had the looks to open a few doors along the way. I'm 19, 5'7" and fit, with long legs and nice 36C tits. I also have naturally red, curly hair that I wear long, and big beautiful blue eyes. Not the look for every part, of course, but hard to ignore nonetheless.
I said my goodbyes to my family and friends, assuring them that the next time they saw me, I would be a successful Broadway actress, and made the long bus ride to New York, arriving with nothing more than a suitcase full of clothes and a bit of money I had saved up waitressing. The money went fast - I was shocked how expensive things were - and after just a few weeks, I realized I should have come with more of a plan.
At each audition, I found that I was just one of hundreds of beautiful, talented young women, many of whom also had years of acting classes, voice coaching, and previous roles to boast on their resumes. I got a few callbacks, but not one single job. Soon, I was faced with the fact that I'd either need to go home and admit defeat - never! - or find another way to pay the bills as I waited for my big break to come.
Rather than spending my last 20 bucks on something practical like food or rent, I made the regrettable decision to try my luck at a little gambling. There was a pub in my neighborhood that was well known for its poker on Saturday evenings, and I figured I didn't have much to lose - my older brother had taught me to play back home, I knew the rules of the game, and I was a good enough actress to pull off a bluff when it mattered. What I didn't know about myself until it was too late, unfortunately, was that I had a tendency to be a bit compulsive when it came to gambling.
Things started off well, as I found myself sitting next to an attractive older man who introduced himself as a producer and bought me a steady stream of drinks as we played. His name, I learned after it occurred to me to ask, was Vinnie. He looked to be about 40, and was 6' tall with an impressive, athletic build. His dark Italian looks were complemented by his gorgeous suit, and his charm, combined with the alcohol, quickly won me over.
I won a few hands, was up about 100 bucks, and then started my downfall. I lost everything in one hand, but fortunately Vinnie spotted me some cash so I could keep playing. This is where my gambling problem became apparent. Just as soon as I was up again, I would lose everything, not knowing when to stop or hold back. By the time the night was over, I owed Vinnie $400. I was too naive at the time to realize he had taken advantage of my obvious gambling problem, and was grateful to be in debt to him rather than some of the other players at the table, who were, let's just say, less friendly.
"Don't worry, Julianne, you'll pay me back in time. In fact, I'll give you a shot right now to cut your debt in half. I'll flip this quarter - heads, you owe me another $200, tails, I'll take $200 off your debt."
"OK," I said, stupidly agreeing. Of course it was heads, just my luck.
"Hmm, OK, I have another idea," he said as we walked out of the pub. "I'll take $100 off if you come back to my place and suck my cock."
I was shocked by his forward proposition, but also intrigued. He was hot, he was charming, and I probably would have gone home with him anyway, debt or no debt. I told him as much, and he just smiled, replying, "We're close to my place, follow me."
We barely managed to shut the door to his apartment once we got there, because I had my arms wrapped around him and he had his tongue shoved down my throat. This was not a sweet seduction, this was rough lust: we quickly tore each other's clothes off and tossed them aside as he pulled me towards his bedroom. Following through on my promise, I quickly went to work on his cock, which was already half-erect by the time I pulled it into my mouth. He immediately grabbed me by the hair to guide my motions as I worked his shaft in and out of my mouth.
As he grew bigger, it was soon obvious to me that Vinnie's cock was much larger than that of my high school boyfriend - my only previous blow job experience - and before long, he was pounding into my throat. The last thing I remember before I apparently passed out was the gagging feeling as Vinnie groaned and shot his load deep into my throat.
When the morning light woke me and I found myself alone on Vinnie's bed, two things quickly became apparent. First, that he had me in quite a vulnerable position: either pay off my debt to him, or go home with my tail between my legs, admitting I had failed to become a star. And second, that I had been right about Vinnie. He was charming. He was a gentleman. Well, OK, he was a guy who would take advantage of a young woman's weaknesses to get sucked off. But, that said, he hadn't taken further advantage of me that night. And he had made me a delicious breakfast.
Over that breakfast, Vinnie and I had quite an interesting conversation. You see, he had developed quite a plan, one that went well beyond just paying off my little debt to him.
"So, Julianne. I learned quite a bit about you last night. You're headstrong and determined, but you're also naive. You're adventurous and passionate, but also inexperienced. You're compulsive, and don't have the humility you need to make it in this business. And, you still owe me $300, even though you haven't got a penny to your name."
"Uh huh," I responded through a mouthful of bacon and eggs.
"So, I've got a proposal for you. Keep in mind, you're free to say no, figure out another way to get me the $300 and then get out of town. But if you really want to stay here and make it, I hope you'll consider it."
"Oh, yeah, I don't want to give up yet. What do you have in mind?"
