Story: The Secret of Hollywood

Sydney had been trying to make it big as an actress since the age of 13.  She had appeared in adverts, in minor film roles, in unsuccessful TV pilots, and yet somehow she was now 19 years old and had still never managed to catch her big break.

She went to her agent in tears.

“I don’t understand!” she wailed.  “Do I not work hard enough?  Am I not pretty enough?  Are my tits not big enough?”

It was a rhetorical question.  Her tits were amazing, and she knew it, which made her lack of success even more inexplicable.

“Well, I’ve got a casting call here for a sex worker in an erotic thriller,” said her agent.  “You’d have to do several nude scenes, including a lesbian sex scene and a simulated rape…”

“No!” she shrieked.   “You’ve been offering those to me since I was 18 and I keep telling you that I want a *real* role, not some porn thing!”

Her agent sighed.

“Fine,” he said.   “There is a way.  I can set you up a meeting with Harry Hornwell.”

Sydney gasped.  She knew who Harry Hornwell was.  Everyone did.  He owned one of the biggest studios in Hollywood.

“Of course!” she gasped.   “Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you!”

“*If* I can get that meeting,” said her agent, “and it *is* an if – it will be at his mansion.  And you should dress for the occasion.”

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When Sydney arrived at Harry’s house a week later, there was no one around on the entire extensive mansion grounds except for Harry himself.  

She had worn the long blue shoulderless dress that she had been saving for her next film premiere, with high heels and earrings, and she knew she looked good from the appraising gaze that Harry gave her when he answered the door.

“Sydney,” he said.   “Come in.  I understand that you’re ready to get the kind of roles you deserve.”

“Yes, Mr Hornwell,” she said.

He was aged in his late forties, but handsome and well-dressed.  He led her into the house, through darkened hallways, and then stopped.

“My agent tells me you’ve been turning down roles that require nudity, Sydney,” he said.  “Is it the case that keeping your clothes on is more important to you than your career?”

Sydney blushed.  She wasn’t stupid.  She had heard stories of what the industry could be like for women.   She had thought something like this might happen.

“No, sir,” she said, “but if I’m going to expose myself, I want it to be for a project that appreciates my value.  Not a cheap indie that no one will see.”

Mr Hornwell looked at her directly – then dropped his gaze to her breasts.

“I appreciate your value, Sydney,” he said.  “It’s time to take your tits out, don’t you think?”

Sydney went even brighter red.  She looked over her shoulder.  The path to the door was unobstructed.  She could just leave.

And she would never get another audition for a role in any movie that Harry Hornwell controlled, she knew.   Or possibly anywhere – Mr Hornwell was influential.

And besides, she wanted to be a big star, didn’t she?

Nervously, she pulled down the front of her dress, and let her large tits spring into view.

Mr Hornwell smiled.

Sydney hated this.  No man had seen her nude adult breasts.  She had been so afraid of being exploited or taken advantage of that she had never had a real boyfriend.  And now an older man was just staring at her tits as if they were pieces of meat.

She felt like a whore.   She felt like an object.

She felt her pussy get wet.

“Very good,” said Mr Hornwell, as if she were a pet.  “Come along, Sydney.”

He led her further into the house, and Sydney followed, her tits bouncing with each step.  Soon they came to a private theatrette, with maybe twenty luxurious red seats facing a projector screen.  Harry ushered her to a double seat near the front, with no divider between its two halves.  Sydney sat, and Harry sat next to her.

“I want to show you something, Sydney,” he said.  He picked up a remote and pressed a button, and images started to play on the screen.   “Tell me if you recognise this scene.”

She did.  It was from a famous movie about a large boat that sank.   An actress was poised at the bow of the ship with her arms outstretched, a young man holding her from behind.  It was one of the most famous scenes in cinema, from one of the most financially successful movies ever made.

“Yes, sir,” said Sydney.

Harry paused the video.   “I suspect you would like to be like Kate here, wouldn’t you, Sydney?” he said.

“Yes, sir,” she said, honestly.

“Well, you can’t see it in this shot, Sydney,” said Harry, “but Kate’s dress is actually raised at the back, and she’s not wearing panties.  When her male co-star here is holding her, he actually has his cock in her pussy from behind.  She’s being fucked without a condom as she tries to convey that sense of romance and wonder.  How do you feel about that, Sydney?”

She looked at him in disbelief.  “You’re making a joke, aren’t you, sir?” she said.

“I am not,” said Harry.   “How about this one?”  He pressed play again.

The screen now showed a beautiful red-haired woman in a skin-tight black catsuit, performing in a superhero movie.  It was another of history’s most financially successful films.

“Of course I know it,” said Sydney.

“I’m told that costume is awfully tight,” said Harry, “but her male co-stars helped her with it.   She’s completely nude inside it – no panties – and every day before she put it on, her male co-stars and the male crew masturbated over her and ejaculated onto her.  Every inch of her skin under that suit is covered with sperm in every scene she shot.  And I understand she also had a vibrator inside her pussy.”

Sydney couldn’t believe this was real.  Surely it wasn’t.  Harry was playing a prank on a naïve actress who wanted a favour.

Harry pressed play again.   The screen showed a pretty young blonde Irish actress in period costume.  It was an adaptation of a famous book.

“Saoirse was nominated for an award for that role,” said Harry.  “And the other girls who played her sisters did well, too – Emma and Florence, in particular.  Directed by a woman, too.  That’s the director’s cunt juices on Saoirse’s face in this scene, although they’ve shot it very cleverly so you can’t tell.”

He laughed.  “They had to make quite the deal to let that happen, do you know?  Such promising women, and a woman theoretically in charge.  They came together each morning in the nude before shooting, with the whole crew watching, to chant that women deserve rape.   And then they’d lick each other’s cunts until their faces were wet with pussy juices.  Every woman you see in this film has cunt honey on her face, none of them are wearing underwear, and they all have weights hanging from clamps on their clits.  Really, the things that girls will agree to in order to make a feminist movie.”

He pressed play again.   More women that Sydney had admired and aspired to imitate.  More roles that Sydney would have killed to get.

A young actress playing a super-powered mutant with shimmering blue skin.

“She’s nude except for the body paint here, but you probably already knew that.  Watch for the angle where you can see her pussy lips part.   She wasn’t allowed to wear a stitch of clothing for the entire shoot.”

A young woman raising a lightsaber in a science fiction epic.

“She’s urinating into her underwear as she does this.  We made her do this in every scene where she holds that thing, so any image you see of her holding that sword, you know she’s pissing at the time.”

A dark-haired Israeli woman in a red, blue and gold superhero costume with a tiara.

“Her price for being in this so-called women’s empowerment film was to drug three of her female friends and let the crew rape them, and then lick the crew’s cum off them while the crew watched.  Oh, and any time she’s wearing that costume, she has the words ‘all women are cunts’ written on her body just below her tits, and a vibrating butt plug in her ass.”

Sydney felt like crying.

“Why are you showing me this?” she wailed.

“I’m showing you this because you’re a very attractive little slut,” said Harry, “and it would be a shame if Hollywood doesn’t get to enjoy you.  But if you want to be famous, you need to understand that there is no such thing as a dignified role for a woman.  We don’t let that happen.  You see?   Your biggest aspiration as an actress should be to orgasm from rape on screen in a film which lots of people watch.   You will fuck the cast and crew of movies you are in.  You will bathe in cum and piss.  If you ever win an award,  you will urinate on stage into a diaper while accepting it.  This is what it means to be a successful actress.”

He looked at her – then looked at her tits.

“Now, tell me, Sydney,” he said, “do you want to be a successful actress?”

She felt tears in the corners of her eyes.

But at the same time her pussy was throbbing like wild.  Why was it doing that?  Surely she didn’t want these things to happen to her, did she?  Surely she didn’t want her greatest triumph to be taking part in horrible dirty things that she would be ashamed of for her entire life?

But she had come here, hadn’t she?  Knowing that Harry might want to fuck her.  She had taken her tits out so he could look at them.

“If you want this, you’re going to go back to your agent, and you’re going to take the next three porn films he offers you,” said Harry.  “They were never real films.  The only people who will see them are the most important men in Hollywood, who will masturbate to them and add them to their personal collections.  If you’re a good girl and you perform well in those films, and make everyone’s cocks hard, then you’ll finally be offered a real role – a role that can make you famous.  Do you want that?”

She spoke so quietly she could barely hear herself.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Oh, no, not like that, Sydney,” said Harry.  “I only want to hear a yes from you if your face is covered in cum.  Can you make that happen for me, Sydney?”

“Yes, sir,” she said.   

And she leaned forward, and unzipped his pants, and took out his hard cock.  She pointed it at her face, and slowly, she began to masturbate him….

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