Teen Model fucked by fake agent at casting audition

The Casting Couch Chronicles

In the sordid underbelly of the entertainment industry, where dreams and depravity collide, lies the infamous casting couch. Here in this dimly lit, sterile backroom, young hopefuls submit to the whims and desires of agents, producers, and scouts in the hope of landing their big break. But be warned, naive aspiring actresses… the price of fame is often paid in flesh.

Meet Kitty, a timid 19-year-old small-town girl with a passion for acting. Wide-eyed and innocent, she travelled to the big city, portfolio in hand, dreaming of gracing the silver screen. Her first stop was the office of renowned agent Ricky Malone. The sultry neu-tral interiors exuded an air of importance, thick with the scent of ambition and oily promises.

“Kitty? Come in, doll,” called out a slick, oily voice from behind the polished mahogany desk. Ricky rose to his feet, his predatory gaze devouring her petite frame clad in a short red dress. “Quite the looker you are! Нашлю malinuvParameters: While you’re here, let’s ‘audition’ for one of my clients,” he leered. “We can’t have you going out there without some marketable… assets.”

Confused but determined, Kitty followed Ricky into the backroom, her stomach churning with nerves. The space was small, sparse save for an old, threadbare couch. “Okay, here’s the deal sweetheart.strip down to your skivvies. Give me a little spin, bend over, etc. Don’t worry, I’m old school – I’ll pop in a video camera for my client to review later.”

Cheeks flaming, Kitty slowly peeled off her clothes. Goosebumps prickled her bare skin. Ricky whispered lecherously, “Damn, –

– that’s some prime merchandise right there. The Role Skinny, sexy with perky little tits. You’ll do just fine!” As Kitty nervously gyrated and twerked, Ricky palmed his growing bulge, grunting encouragingly.

“Okay doll, now spread ’em!” He commanded. “Let’s see what my client is paying for.” Tears stung Kitty’s eyes as she desperately reached for the camera, “Please Mr. Malone, this isn’t what I –

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