Desperate

Desperate

They said to be at 1088 Spring Leaf drive at 9 a.m. So that is what you do. You had to get directions from Google, LA is too big and confusing. Expecting a studio you get a residential home, weird. You go anyways. You need the money. You need the exposure. Hollywood is hard and unforgiving, especially for a nineteen year old. This is the big break you have been waiting for. You can’t waste it. Maybe if you are good enough you will get noticed. Then your dream will come true.

Getting out of the car your nerves turn your stomach upside-down, hunger and nerves were to much. The last of your cereal wasn’t enough without milk. The house looks normal; freshly cut grass, kept garden, the face of the house silent and still. Searching for life and you end up with nothing. You attempt to shake the doubt pouring forth, the same your mom always has. This is your last chance to back out. Then you remember the money that you desperately need. So you knock.

It is quiet for a while, you question if anyone is really there and that you got tricked. Any minute now they will ambush you, find out you don't have money, beat you and take your car the only home you have. Almost knocking again the door flies open revealing a woman in silken robe pulled tight around her and a man carrying a large video camera. You attempt not to stare at it by focusing on the woman in front of you. She was tall and beautiful, strong yet soft. Her hair was perfectly made for seemingly just waking up. There was
something off about her though and you couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

“Hi my name is Zach and I’m here for--.” You blurt out.

“Dear, I know why you are here. Don’t worry come on in.” She says grabbing
your hand and pulling you inside taking you by surprise.

The door slams behind you, your last chance of escape. Inside the house was a style unfamiliar to you. Simple yet refined using brushed steel, glass and wood. Things you would never encounter in your small town Nothing seemed out of place, perfectly clean. The pictures on the walls were stock photos, never of the same people and most certainly not of the woman in front of you. You keep quiet trying not to ruin anything. Was this some kind of new technique? No script, no prep, You decide to go with it. She leads you into a living room with a large flat screen TV and a white leather sofa. The cameraman silently followed us taping our every move.

“Sit down dear,” she commands patting the area next to her. How can you
refuse. ”Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?” she asked.

You pause trying to decide what all to divulge to these strangers and further to the world. “ I’m new in town and I was just looking for some work, I was told you could help me.” You say giving only half the story.

“Well aren’t you precious,” she says putting a hand on your leg. “No need to
be nervous here.” She says attempting to sooth you.

“It is just my first time and it can be scary.” The words just fall out of your mouth.

“Well don’t worry hon. Why don’t we go up stairs so I can show you the problem.” Her statement was confusing but you go anyways.

You admire her ass as you both walk up the stairs; you wonder if all older stars kept their figure this well. Her make up covers what you assume to be age. She must be quite the professional to ad lib like she is while staying in character perfectly. Showing you to her bedroom you start to feel hot. This is weird, why are we here?

“What was the problem again Ms.?” You ask absentmindedly.

“The problem is that I need you inside me.” She says as her robe drops to the floor revealing the last thing you expected. A large penis and fake tits.