Steve was on his computer looking at casting photos. Little Emily Patterson, star of multiple series on Galactic Kids Channel had grown up. These pictures were costume and make up tests for various shoots, and in a few of the make up shots he could catch a glimpse of cleavage, way more than he had ever seen Emily display before. The real catch was looking through other casting photos taken at the same time. There was one of Emily's co-star, Denise, a mixed asian girl. Denise was pretty, but it wasn't her, in the center of the shot that caught Steve's attention, it was the blonde girl in the background changing into a different costume.
She was bent over pulling the strap up on a high heel and she looked like she had two watermelons hanging off her chest bursting out of her bra. It was the same costume that he had a matching photo of Emily wearing-- but she filled it out MUCH differently. The time stamps on the photo were within 10 minutes of each other, so unless there were multiple girls shuffling in and out of the tiny makeup trailer, Steve thought there was something amiss. He quickly closed the images out and stood up to greet the blonde girl at his door.
"Miss Patterson, come in." He grinned as he motioned to his couch.
Emily was having a bit of deja vu. The office was laid out the same way Bill's was upstairs, but everything was a little different. Different lighting, different furniture, a different man sitting in a different leather chair. The way he looked at her was different. His gaze lingered on her chest for a moment too long as she sat on the couch and pulled her skirt, which seemed shorter than when she put it on this morning, lower as to cover more of her legs.
Steve was much younger than Bill, hell it seemed like he was in his early thirties, only a few years older than Emily. He was very fit in a sharp suit and no tie. Emily looked at him and felt her face flush when she realized he was looking at her chest. She felt an ache in her pussy-- thinking about him staring at her body. She felt heat in her chest as she was suddenly aware of the multiple layers and wraps she was stuffed into trying to keep her breasts under control.
"So, Emily, Bill told me you're ready to make the move into more grown up movies and shows. That's what this whole new division is all about. Getting you out there into the world instead of being shackled by trying to play a kid on TV until you're 30! We need to make moves now to reintroduce you to the country before they move on to some other starlet. I want to do everything I can to make you a worldwide phenomenon, and make both me and you rich in the process. What do you think?"
Emily snapped out of her thoughts and wasn't sure what to believe, she thought it all sounded too good to be true. "What did you have in mind? What would be our plan of action?"
"I'm so glad you asked, you're very pretty but much smarter than I was expecting" Internally Emily didn't know how to respond to that but she could only eek out a brief muttered "Thank you."
"Our first plan would be to get you cast on a new movie or miniseries-- something that you can really sink your teeth into. Maybe a dystopian movie, or we can look into a new miniseries we have coming out, about that Senator with the young mistress. You look like you could play that part. I'd also like to get you back into the studio and record some more adult music. I know Bill gave all the kids record deals but yours was the only one that was worth shit, so I'd like to get you back recording. The more we can get you out there the better. Once something sticks we can drill down on that path and make you a super star! Once we find your most profitable niche you can stop doing everything else, just focus on that one revenue stream and relax. A couple weeks recording music or a movie or whatever a year, and the rest of it is freedom for you--- with boatloads of extra cash. Whaddya say, ready to sign on?"
It was all moving so fast for Emily, she wanted to get other opinions, "I'm not sure Steve, I'd really like to think this over."
"Emily listen-- I'm going to level with you. I have things in place and we're ready to move. I have other appointments today with other girls that are coming in to sign. I'd like YOU to be the centerpiece of this new venture, with you being the star face and me being the brains behind the scenes. If that's not something you're up for then I can always get somebody else. It's going to be a big commitment, but it'll pay us out in spades. If you're not ready to sign now then don't worry about it. I'll get someone else and you can go back up to Bill and see which princess show he can try to cast you in next."
Emily knew this was it. She didn't want to lose this opportunity and everything she had worked for this was her dream ticket! "Ok I'll sign up. But you have to promise me that I'll get my time to relax and you won't work me to the bone."
Steve smiled, the first genuine smile she had seen from him all day, "Not a problem, Emily! I want you and I to launch this ship, and then we'll have other stars pick up the slack!" He crossed the office to his desk and pulled out a stack of papers. "Here, sign where the little red flags are and we'll get you all set."
He passed the stack over to Emily who looked down and realized the coffee table was holding a large statue. She laid the papers in her lap and as quickly as she reached for a pen they slipped onto the floor. Emily looked up embarrassed at Steve, who she saw was on his phone with his back to her. She quickly dropped to the floor and began collecting the papers, trying to put them back in some semblance of order.
Steve looked over as he was waiting for confirmation on the other end of the phone and saw a wonderful sight-- Emily Patterson crawling on the floor of his office on her hands and knees. Her innocent little pink skirt was pulled tight around widely flared hips and an ass that was much fatter than it should have been. As she leaned forward to reach under the couch for another page, her back arched and he could see a thin pink g-string coursing a line between her two globes, coming to a point so tight it looked like it was suffocating her mound. Steve grabbed his phone to snap a picture right as Emily started to get back up, with Steve quickly dropping the phone back into his pocket.
Emily took a seat back on the couch and placed the papers on the other cushion. She bent forward and began signing and initialing in earnest. Steve looked over, still on hold with his associate, Anna, and got a glimpse of what he was looking for. Down the collar of Emily's white polo shirt he could see some skin that was quickly covered by what looked like an ace bandage. A glint of metal looked like the end of a necklace but it seemed to be a clip holding the elastic together. He grinned and realized the girl in the photo WAS her. He knew they had taped down Lindsay Lohan's breasts for a few roles, and had to practically vacuum seal Britney Spears into her outfits when she played the Kids Choice Awards--- why wouldn't they be doing the same for Emily Patterson? As Anna confirmed his directions, he hung up the phone. "Emily, are you all done signing?"
"Yes, Steve-- I wish I had more time to look this over, it seems to be a lengthy document."
