Jades First Performance

Jade finished writing down her notes on the film script. She was once again back in Will Turner's office, where he had just spent the past two hours discussing her character's story arc with her. They had broken down key scenes and really dug into her character's psychology. It had been mostly exhilarating, except for the dread she had that Turner would once more take advantage of her as he had done already twice in the past.

Being new in Hollywood might be sunshine and puppies for some, but thanks to a mistake in her past, Jade's own entry had been anything but dreamlike. Turner knew of her secret past, and with one word could end her career before it began. So she had acquiesced to his demands, despite their humiliating nature. She found it difficult to comprehend that this man, who was clearly gifted and insightful as a director, could also have such sinister desires.

"I think you have a real handle on this," said Turner. "Keep all this in mind as you work with the script, and things will go that much easier once we start shooting. Oh, by the way--your lunch with Nicole? How did that go?"

"Oh, it went really well," said Jade with real enthusiasm. "I'm going to learn so much from working with her." She closed her script and put away her pen.

"She definitely has a lot to pass on." Turner stood up as he spoke, walking to the office door.

Jade could almost feel the lock as it slid into place. "Mr. Turner? Did you have more you wanted to go over?" She intended the question as a distraction as her mind began to race as to what to expect next.

Turner sat down on the couch, loosening his tie. "For the script? No, like I said, I think we're in a good place at the moment. But I do want you to stay a little longer."

Jade's breathing quickened as she forced herself to sound calm. "Of course, sir," she said evenly. "What is it?"

Turner settled back, his eyes on her. "I want you to strip for me. Make it really sexy."

Jade stared at him for a moment in shock. Her emotions were a mix of outrage and fear, but tempered with a desire to protect her place in the production. With a more reasonable tone than reflected her inner turmoil, she said "Sir, is that really appropriate? We're working together now, after all."

Turner lifted an eyebrow. "I thought we had made our relationship clear. Or is it something I need to remind you of again?"

Jade lowered her gaze. "No, sir."

Turner's gaze bore into her. "I'm not sure I believe you. What is our relationship, Jade?"

"I am your whore, Mr. Turner." The words were bitter on her tongue.

Mollified, Turner relaxed a little. "All right, then. Proceed."

Hiding the shame she felt, Jade slowly got to her feet. She unbuttoned her blouse, allowing it to fall around her shoulders, exposing her cleavage. Next, she unzipped her skirt, sliding it off her waist until it lay crumpled on the floor. She undid her bra, hesitating a moment before finally letting it fall to the floor, then slid off her panties. She stood naked before him, fighting the urge to use her hands to cover up.

Will sighed in exasperation. "That was a little disappointing. Almost like your heart wasn't in it."

Jade flushed red. "I'm sorry if I didn't meet your expectations." She felt a rising panic as she debated what to do. Disgusted with herself, she knelt in front of him slowly and reached out to rub the crotch of his pants. "Does this help?"

Turner shrugged. "That's nice enough, but I kind of wanted to see you perform for me." He pulled her up onto the other end of the couch. "How about you masturbate for me?"

Jade reddened further. "What?" The shock in her voice was evident.

Turner crossed his arms and sat back, staring at her. "Play with your pussy," he said, as if dumbing down his instructions.

Jade sat for a moment, the awkwardness she felt overpowering. Could make herself do this? She didn't think so, but when Turner stirred as if to stand up again, she started to part her legs. As he watched, she reached down with her right hand and hesitantly traced the outer rim of her labia. Turner settled again, watching her closely. She continued teasing herself with soft touches. It was difficult, though, with his eyes upon her as they were. Her amateurish striptease had left him perturbed, but she knew he had correctly diagnosed the problem: her heart had not been in it. Should she fail again, what would his response be? She decided that she had to find some enjoyment in the act if she were going to keep his attention. But with his constant gaze, that wasn't likely to happen. So she closed her eyes and pretended he wasn't there.

In the darkness of her imagination, she continued to touch herself. She felt herself getting wet, and as she touched her clitoris a moan escaped her lips. She moved her fingers in circles, increasing the intensity of her touch.

"Oh yeah, that's hot," said Turner nearby. She heard the sound of a buckle and a zipper, but she kept her eyes closed and concentrated on her thoughts. Her fingers were very wet now, and she plunged a finger into her vagina, reaching for her g-spot. With her other hand, she reached down to continue stimulating her clit, and a spasm of pleasure shook her body. She could feel movement at the other end of the couch, and a fapping sound drifted to her ears, but she pushed them aside and concentrated on pleasing herself, of being in control of her body. Tension built within her, desperate for release, as she continued her fingering. She thought of opening night, and with a cry of ecstasy felt her orgasm spread throughout her senses. Her body convulsed for some time, but she kept her hands active until the sensation ebbed. She sank into the couch again. Hearing the fapping sounds continuing, she at last opened her eyes.

Turner had one hand on the back of the couch and was perched over her, stroking his raging hard-on. He was looking down at her, and when her eyes opened he shuddered and groaned. Semen spurted forth, and she closed her eyes again just in time to avoid getting it in her eyes, though it spattered the rest of her face, warm and sticky. She locked her lips closed and fought to keep from gagging. She stayed like that, immobile.

"Fuck, that was hot." Turner sighed as if a huge tension had been released. She heard him pulling his pants back on and zipping up. There were footsteps, and she heard him over by his desk. Moments later, she felt a towel on her face. Just as he had done on their first encounter, he provided her with the means to clean up. She mopped up the remains of his deposit from her skin and opened her eyes, then started to gather her clothes.

"Thanks for coming in, Jade. We'll talk again soon." Turner was already back at work, barely conscious of her presence.

"Of course, Mr. Turner. Thank you for seeing me." She went to the door and unlocked it, exiting the office.

She wandered mindlessly toward the elevator, arguing with herself. How much more of this could she endure? She had initially thought there would be an end to this once she was established, but now she wasn't so sure. Was it really worth it? To trade her dignity and autonomy for fame--a fame which could well be fleeting?

Outside the building, she breathed in the fresh air and felt nerves relaxing. She reminded herself of what she had done already and vowed to make it worthwhile. These trials she had endured would not be for nothing. She would make them count--that would be her victory.