Little Neglected Pussy Looking Job Search In The X

In the seedy, neon-lit underbelly of the adult industry, there exists a breed of casting couch videos that are equal parts degrading and arousing. Among them stands out a notorious title: “Little Neglected Pussy Looking Job Search In The X”. This isn’t your typical model casting; it’s a dehumanizing display of exploitation and sexual manipulation, bundled up in the guise of a bogus “audition” to join the ranks of porn’s talented and willing.

Our “actress” for the night is a petite Japanese-American woman, staring blankly at the camera as if already lost in a haze of drugs and despair. She’s been strung along, promised fame and fortune if she can just prove her devotion. Her name? We’re never told. Extras, props, they’re all interchangeable in this degrading game.

The director, offset by his Indonesia surroundings, is a portly man with a greasy comb-over. He leers at the woman, feeding off her vulnerability. “You wanna be a star? Gotta show me what you got,” he says, his voice a sleazy wheeze.

The woman, barely conscious, nods numbly. She’s been told a role in one of his films will give her the payment she needs to pay off her debts and kick her habit. But who knows if any of that is true? These men always promise so much, yet deliver so little.

With trembling hands, she slides off her faded sundress, revealing an emaciated body littered with track marks. Her breasts are implants, but her “work” is all natural. She’s barely an actress; she’s a walkingcollection of bruises and bad decisions.

The director produces a massive dildo, waving it in front of her face. “Worship it,” he states bluntly. “Show me your devotion to getting a role.”

Obedient or just resigned to her fate, she takes the Phallus in her hands, kissing and licking it like a dog begging for scraps. He guides it to her mouth, forcing her to take it deeper. She gags, but he just laughs. Touching the neck doesn’t bother him. At least it’s quiet.

“Succulence like that belongs between your titties,” he says, spitting on her stomach. He takes the massive dildo, shoving it between her breasts. She squeezes them around it, humiliated, dehumanized. A puppet on a string, dancing for foul men’s amusement.

“Throw a leg over the side,” comes the next depraved command. She dutifully arranges herself, straddling that mocking Phallus, letting it nose its way between her neglected folds. The director forces it deeper into her tight hole, each thrust a sick parody of pleasure.

“I’m not convinced,” he sneers, pulling it free. She mewls at the loss. “I need to see what you can do with a real cock, sweetheart. Suck me.”

He fumbles with his belt, his desire overriding his patience. He pulls out his prick half-mast, and shoves it into her mouth, muffling her cries. Another thing to be violated, taken what’s never offered.

He face-fucks her mercilessly, her throat bulging, spit and pre-cum dribbling down her chin. He pulls out and smacks his cock against her face, leaving marks.

“Turn around.” She does, bent over, displaying a perfectly useless hole. He spanks her rump before thrusting into her, hard and fast, a king taking what’s his by right. He pounds her roughly, using her as a tool, his pleasure, her duty.

She takes it silently, too tired, too broken to protest. Side now, he hikes up her leg, fingering her with cruelty in the production gap. A reminder, a tease, her wetness is punishment. He pinches a nipple painfully.

“Why should I give you a part?” he sneers, giving a deeper oral performance.

She replies, voice a dry scrape, “Please, sir, I need this part. I’ll do anything.”

“And you are…” he pants, spitting on her cheek.

“Mei,” comes a weak whisper of a voice.

“Grace is too well for you,” he barks, pulling out. “Go to the end of the bed!”

Her lower lip quivers as she follows his instructions. He lies down, directing hers to kneel over his chest, grind her frail body against his greasy chest. Mei straddles his face in a halfhearted sixty-nine.

He grips her hips, pulling her onto his mouth, licking at her as he strokes himself. The wetness is a mockery, her body obeying in the mindless arousal of abuse. He eats her out with the same care as the rest of it.

Mei whimpers, pent up and unsought pleasure overwhelming her with its hollow victory. The director groans, his thrusts taking on a desperate edge. Mei milks his stiff, thick member with her mouth, tongue dancing on shaft and tip. At last, Mei explodes, back arching, unraveling as his juices spurt.

Humiliated and used, Mei collapses into him, unmoving. But the camera keeps rolling, recording her degradation. A warning to others, perhaps? A recruiting video for the twisted, prurient, those who would soak in such debased scenes and find arousal, not revulsion?

The director flops onto his stomach, spent and disinterested, as Mei lies there, still hilted. He rolls over, shoving her off. Without a backward glance, without a word, he leaves the bed, abandoning Mei like a used condom.

Mei scoots off the bed, vision blurry fromasal tears and release. She pulls her dress back on, gathering her things in silence, and shuffles out of the room, moving on to the next casting couch. Another audition, another meat market. It’s what she must do, to survive, to crawl closer to someone’s idea of success.

The video fades to black, Mei’s silent tears falling on uncaring streets, her small body a battered symbol of a sordid industry. “Little Neglected Pussy Looking Job Search In The X” documents her despondence, her objectification. A necessary evil, a cautionary tale, a sickening arousal for those who crave it. Opening your eyes on these depths, glad you’re not her, and all in you know. That’s all you can do, that and hope nothing rises again. This girl’s life, her body, defiled on screen and in the real world where no cameras capture her lasting despair. |-