Prologue:
First off, I must tell you that I'm rich and young. I've done it all, seen it all; well almost. Being young, sex is never far from my mind. In fact it’s always on my mind, especially when I see a buxom teen prancing around in tight clothes pretending they know the ways of the world. I guess you could say I have an issue with control; I never had enough sex in high school, I got turned down by a girl I had an undying love for, et cetera. I am all those horrible, bumbling sexual idiots rolled into one.
Now that I have money, and no “attachments”, so to speak, I feel it is my duty to conquer the opposite sex, to lay claim to what is rightfully mine, to avenge my horrible life’s experience. So how do I plan to become king of the mountain? Simple, offer lots of cash to down-on-their-luck actress types, who are looking to become the next Gwyneth Paltrow, but were not born with a sliver spoon up their ass’ like she was. Obviously, it’s quite a simple plan.
Chapter 1:
Jennifer was one of those corn-fed Iowa girls that shows like Dawson’s Creek were made for. She was a cheerleader in high school, the biggest cock-tease/wet-dream you have ever seen. It’s hard to imagine her having trouble getting a job in Hollywood, but her type are a dime a dozen here. So she worked at the local street corner café to make ends meet until her “big break”, whenever that would happen. Being rich, and young, and without the need to have a real job, I often frequent such locales looking for such game.
As she walks over to my table to take my order, I take a nice long look. She looks to be around 5’10”, she’s a natural blond, naturally; she has those crystal blue eyes guys just get lost in. Jenny, as her nametag said, was wearing the typical café getup: black pumps; knee-length black skirt; white, button-up, collared shirt; and a black apron over the shirt. Her hair is done up in a twist, but I can imagine her casually flipping it off her shoulder as she mingles with other Hollywood-types. She notices my 20-second appraisal, and gives me the cold smile that says ‘I wouldn’t give you the time of day, so you better enjoy this while it lasts.’ I instantly knew she was my next project.
After ordering latte and an appetizer, she quickly made her exit. I knew if I was going to reel her in it would have to be in the 20 seconds that it would take her to deliver my order. I thought pensively what I was going to say; I was snapped out of my thought when she said, “Will you be needing anything else?”
“No I’m fine. But I was wondering if you are an actress.”
“Of course; in this town, what girl my age isn’t?” she said almost defensively.
“Are you working on anything I know? Or are you just in between jobs?”
With a slight blush she said, “Well I haven’t exactly gotten a acting job yet; but I’m taking acting lessons.”
“Well I run a small, and I must emphasis the word small, production company. We do mostly low-budget stuff. Were are actually looking for young people like yourself because you all are cheaper to pay.”
I had her from the word ‘looking’; her beaming smile told me this would be her last shift at this particular café if the offer were good enough. I was practically drooling, just thinking about what was under that chaste, white cotton shirt. I’m a breast man, and I could tell, even from the mere outline of the apron, that she had to have at least a C-cup chest. I gave her my card and told her that if she quit her job after I left, she would be paid by me for the rest of her shift. I also gave her instruction on how to get to my office on the top floor of an older building in the Encino part of LA.
Chapter 2:
It always amazes me how trusting some of these people are. I’m originally from the Midwest, and I grew up with a Midwesterner’s common sense and skepticism. But all that goes out the door when these would- be starlets move out west. Maybe that’s why the thought of raising kids here is kind of frightening to me.
Jennifer arrived at my office at 8 am like I had instructed her over the phone the previous afternoon. She looked very much an Iowa farmboy’s fantasy, in a loose-fitting, blue sundress that flared out at the thighs when she walked up the steps. I also noticed how the tied bodice clung to her chest as it lightly bounced up and down like a slow-motion wet dream; her chest was indeed very ample, and most likely a C-cup or larger. ‘My God’ I thought, ‘How am I going to get through the day without stroking myself?’ “Sure is hot, even this morning.” She said.
“All that smog doesn’t help either.” I said, making small talk. “Well, welcome to my little business. As you can see we don’t have many employee, just my assistants, Kristin and Jim. You’ll meet them later. Come with me and I’ll show you the place.” “Ok.”
“Well if I haven’t told you all ready we are in the business of making and distributing movies. Not just any movies as you see. Pornography can make even the smallest business quite a few bucks. You probably saw the 2002 Mercedes S-class outside. I paid for it in cash with the money I made here. Some people back where I’m from don’t approve of this, but if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t have made any money; there are only so many people in California who are willing to buy this stuff on the street corner. Web customers from my home state, alone, make up 7% of our total orders.”
“Wow. I had no idea that business could be that good. And you sure don’t look that sleazy. I’m sorry but that came out wrong.”
“No need to be sorry. Like I said, this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. But I feel I serve a need in the world.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, how do you find enough bimbos to be in these movies?”
“Well, I don’t call them bimbos for starters. They’re just like you, looking to be a star but not quite able to reach it. Everyone has to eat, so they do jobs for me, and I pay them.”
“You couldn’t pay me to sell my soul to the devil.”
“Well I’m not the devil; and I must pay them well enough since I never hear complaints, and I almost always get repeat performances.”
