Sexy Blonde Teen fucked by Fake Agent at casting audition

The Naive Starlet’s Tale of Casting Couch Charity

Once upon a time, in the glittering city of Los Angeles, lived a naive young blonde namedcumming 18-year-old Bambi. With her big blue eyes, platinum curls, and nubile body, Bambi was the epitome of youthful charm and innocence, straight out of a 1950s soda fountain commercial. Blessed with a face like an angel and the devotion of a sheltered virgin, Bambi was the perfect candidate to fall prey to a lecherous casting agent’s trap.

Bambi had always dreamed of becoming an actress and moving to the big city to make her fortune. Leaving her small town and conservative parents behind, she landed in LA with stars in her big baby blues and little else but a smile and a set of perky tits. Desperate to break into the tough business, Bambi answered a classified ad for a promising screen test. The notice promised big things for fresh faces like hers, as long as she was willing to work hard, network, and… give 110%. Bambi leaped at the chance, unaware of any ulterior motives lurking between the lines.

The day of the audition, Bambi showed up at a sleazy office tower in downtown LA, clutching her meager portfolio to her ample chest. She fluttered into the fifth-floor suite teeming with readiness to please and make the right impression, determined to lock in her big break. An intimidating man with slicked-back hair and greedy eyes slithered out to greet her. Bambi’s breath caught at the potent mix of excitement and trepidation she felt under his invasive once-over. This must be the mysterious agent, she thought, her stomach fluttering with butterflies.

“Bambi, I presume? I’m Agent Simon Yoga, and I must say, you’re even more delectable in person,” he purred, undressing the shaken teenager with his beady eyes. “I have a special scenario prepared for your reading. If you’re willing to go above and beyond for your craft, I think you’ll find I can set you on the fast track to stardom.”

Hesitation written all over her angelic face, Bambi nervously agreed. She’d wondered in the back of her mind about the industry rumors, but desperation and the naive belief in her own worth proved her undoing. Bambi followed the agent into a small room, heart pounding, unaware of the dark depravity that awaited her.

As soon the door clicked shut behind them, the predator pounced. Agent Yoga’s hands roamed the shivering girl’s body with painful familiarity. “You have to be willing to do whatever it takes, baby girl. Take this town by storm and show me the star power hiding in that tight little body.”

Bambi choked back a whimper, feeling more like Liam Bower’s victim than his promising client. Tears pricked her wide eyes as Yoga’s hands dipped beneath her skirt. “Not… not like this,” she gasped, but her body betrayed her, flushing with wrong heat. The depraved agent smirked, licking his lips.

“Oh, like this, alright. You only get this chance once, sweetheart. Spread those legs and let’s see if you’ve got the goods to be a starlet. If not, don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

Shaking with revulsion and shame, Bambi slowly, tremoringly, opened her thighs. She stared at the ceiling, bile rising in her throat, as the agent forced his fingers into her quivering pussy and pinched her barely-there nipples. He praised her whorishly. Bambi’s naive tears turned to tears of betrayal and defeat as Yoga used her trembling body. Her spirit was broken. Her dream and dignity were shattered. Bambi had become yet another casting couch victim.

When it was over, Bambi fled the room in tears and soiled clothes, her innocence and sparkle sullied. She stumbled onto the street, too ashamed and tempted to get incriminating hop in an Uber back to the small town. Tears streamed down her face as she realized that’s what she had to do, what her naive mind would allow. She looked lost and out of depth in the big city after all.

In the final scene, the camera focuses on Bambi’s mascara streaked face as she stares out the window, all light in her eyes extinguished. “I would be naive to think I could make it in Hollywood,” she says sadly to herself, “But I suppose I am just that stupid.”

She reaches up and brushes a tear off her blooming and battered cheek. For a brief moment, her big eyes harden with frequent resolve. She imagines averting the trauma, bloodying the leaning predator’s nose into his fancy discount suit, and making a public accusation that would brand his name in infamy. Bambi almost smiles, but is too practiced to now, feeling only numb.

The camera pans out, the train racing through the California desert back to her little town to allow her unrequited dream to turn into memory, leaving her just another Hollywood disappointment and war-ravaged blond victim of Jewish casting couch shenanigans, a claim to fame, and shame, for all the other gullible souls to learn from as well in their own naive bid for vacant stardom and poisoned legitimacy