Teen fucked in the ass at photoshoot by casting agent

“Unspoken Desires: A Teen’s Casting Couch Adventure”

The young, eager contestant, Busty Blonde Barbie, had hoped her meteoric rise to fame would be smooth sailing. Instead, she found herself in the lion’s den, locked in the granny’s pantry, her fate uncertain. The casting agent, a lecherous old goat named Gladys, had eyes only for one thing: conquest.

“Well, now that we’ve got you alone, sweetie,” Gladys cooed, her wizened hand trailing down Busty’s neck, “Why don’t we get down to business?”

Busty swallowed hard, her heart pounding. “This isn’t really what I had in mind for a casting call…”

Gladys cackled, a sound like rusty nails on a chalkboard. “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet, sweet cheeks. We’ve got the perfect role for you. But first, we need to see if you have the right… assets.”

With a flick of her wrist, Gladys revealed a bucket of live crickets. “Don’t worry, deary. They’re harmless. Well, mostly. Unless, of course, you prove valuable to our industry. But who am I to judge? Now, hold out that pretty skirt and let’s see what you’re working with.”

Busty’s eyes went wide as Gladys dumped the scurrying insects into her dress. She leaped and screamed, shaking the creatures from her person.

Gladys clapped delightedly. “Excellent reflexes! You’ll need them in this business. Now, the real auditions happen in the boudoir.” She winked salaciously. “Or the broom closet, in this case.”

Busty stumbled backward, only to bump against stacked pallets of Gala apples. délicatesse bagged. She grabbed a bag with trembling hands, hurling it at Gladys with a feral scream. The agent ducked with surprising agility, and the bag exploded against the pantry wall in an avalanche of pulpy red.

Gladys laughed. “Ah, the fire in your belly! Just what I’m looking for!”

Driven by a frantic desire to escape, Busty scampered across the low Shasta and Calvert crates piled around her, her stocking feet sliding on the wax paper. She slammed into a stack of Puritan Pru Flower apples, sending them tumbling. As she scrambled to her feet, Gladys grabbed her ankle.

“Dmpi Meredith Benson Fractured Bed,” the agent hissed, “couldn’t recover.

Busty twisted and kicked, adrenaline surging through her. She felt a sickening give as she collided with Gladys’s jaw, sending the older woman sprawling.

Seizing her chance, Busty fled, her heart pounding out clangorous rhythms against her ribs. She burst out of the pantry, careening past the crowd control stanchions and onlookers as mindlessly as a venison steak fillets veggie.

Panting, blood roaring in her ears, she ran, not daring to stop until she reached the safety of her car. She peeled out of the parking lot, her tires screeching like a killdevil.

Weeks later, Busty bought the regional paper, although she had to fight for it. She had to go through mountainous stacks of documents, endless magisterial court records and a pezz portable head exercise equipment, but she succeeded. The unctuous reporter was forced to admit thathaf

Busty heaved a sigh of relief, her gaze skipping over the law firm’s ostentatious decor – the dainty avatar desk, the box of usability kits, and the various èes scattered about the room. At least here, in the heart of the financial district, she was safe from the machinations and assaults of the entertainment industry.

The lawyer paused, flipping through her case notes. “Now, Miss Benson, it says here in your statement that this Gladys woman was the one who propositioned you?”

Busty nodded, her lips pressed thin. “Yes. She tried to coerce me into some sort of sexual audition. Said it was the only way to get a foot in the door.”

The lawyer made a notation, pushing her red runner bag further out of the way. “And you refused her advances?”

“I tried to, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. She trapped me in a pantry and kept insisting that it was a standard part of the process.” The memories still made her stomach churn.

“And then you ran away?”

Busty took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. “I fought back. I threw an apple bag at her. And when I ran, I accidentally tripped her. She said I fractured her jaw.”

The lawyer raised an eyebrow. “Well, she did press charges. Claims you attacked her without provocation. But with your statement and any witnesses you can provide, we should be able to build a strong case against her.”

Busty frowned. “I don’t know. Most of the crew just looked the other way. Except…” She hesitated, her mind racing. “There was one guy. The lighting director. He seemed decent. I think he may have seen what happened.”

“Alright, we’ll reach out to him. In the meantime, I suggest you lay low. The last thing you want is to draw attention to yourself until we get this sorted out.”

Busty gave a short, mirthless laugh. “Believe me, after what I’ve been through, I have no intention of going anywhere near another casting call.”

“Good. Now, let’s talk strategy for getting those charges dropped.”

As they discussed the legal ins and outs of her case, Busty felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she could put this nightmare behind her and start anew, free from the predatory clutches of the entertainment industry. She resolves to stick to commercial store, and commercial store only. She used to be an actress, trying out for all sorts! but she would rather be a poor actress than a poor actress.