; ; "Yeah?" said a woman's voice.
; ; "I'm calling about the ad in the paper, about acting ; in the movies?"
; ; "Ya wanna screen test?"
; ; "Yes, please."
; ; "Lafayette Motel, room 34, any time this afternoon ; or tonight. Bring proof of your age."
; ; Carrie didn't have a car, so she rode her bike, three ; miles. She arrived, her denim shorts and white T- ; shirt wet with sweat, and showed the woman her ; passport, which she had from her junior year abroad ; in high school. The woman gave her a dozen forms ; to sign, explaining that they were an application for ; a screen test and a release of any photos made ; during it. When Carrie finished, the woman made a ; phone call, and two men came into the motel room.
; ; "Carrie, I'm Sam, the producer/director. So, you ; want to be in the movies?"
; ; "Yes."
; ; "Maybe be the star?"
; ; "Wow, I wish!"
; ; "You're kinda tall. How tall are you?"
; ; "A little under six feet." Being taller than most of ; the guys in high school had really cut down on ; dates.
; ; "This is Joe, the head of photography. Wadda ya ; think, Joe?"
; ; "I like her coloring, the red hair and fair skin, and ; those strange eyes. Nice bones, too. I say, give her ; a try. Carrie, strip down to your bra and panties."
; ; "I don't understand!"
; ; "Do it, girl," said the woman. "They have to see ; what you'd look like in costume for the part, see ; you don't have any tatoos or anything. An actress ; can't be modest; all the big stars have stripped ; down for the camera: Halle Berry, Julia Roberts, ; Angelina Jolie."
; ; Carrie took off her T-shirt and shorts. Her low- ; waist panties were damp and hardly concealed the ; contours of her vulva. She tried hard not to show ; her embarrassment by holding her hands over her ; crotch. "Those tits real?" asked Sam. Without ; waiting for Carrie to answer, the woman reached ; from behind and pulled the bra up over Carrie's ; breasts. "Shit, the the bra was padded. They're no ; bigger than cookies," said Sam.
; ; Carrie wanted to cry. "Sam," said the woman,"Let ; her read some lines. Tits can be fixed. She does ; have the face, and that ingenue look." Joe was ; setting up a tripod and video camera, taking ; pictures of Carrie as she stood there, practically ; naked and confused as to what was happening. ; Sam nodded, and the woman said, "Carrie, take off ; all your clothes. It's all right. I'm here. You want ; the job, don't you?" Carrie looked confused, but ; she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra, ; then shrugged it off over her arms. Sam and Joe ; looked on expectantly, as she slid her panties down ; and stepped out of them. The woman pointed at her ; shoes. Carrie sat on a sofa and untied her canvas ; shoes, took them and the wool athletic socks off. ; Joe said, "Forget the reading. Sign her to a ; contract." The woman handed Carrie a contract, ; which Carrie scanned, as she sat there naked, her ; knees pressed together.
; ; "It says Splendid Productions, Inc. Who's that?"
; ; "That's us," said the woman. "The way the ; industry is now, the old studios are broken up. One ; company produces, another distributes like ; that."
; ; "It says $25 an hour. How can I live on that? How ; many hours would I be working? I mean, it's not ; gonna be five days a week, fifty weeks a year is it?"
; ; "No," said Sam, "but if you work an eight hour day, ; we'll feed you and give you a place to sleep."
; ; "I can get that at home. I want $100 dollars an ; hour."
; ; Sam seemed to be thinking. "OK, $50 an hour."
; ; "OK. I sure could use a good job." The woman ; inked in the amount and Carrie signed the contract, ; then Sam, while the woman made another phone ; call.
; ; Sam looked at his watch. "You might as well start ; right now. Now, this is your big scene. You and ; your boy friend have been drugged, and... Well, ; just go along with the flow. Pretend you are ; unconscious." Two men came in and picked up ; Carrie. They draped her across a low coffee table, ; on her belly, and tied her hands and knees to the ; legs of the table. Her breasts didn't show, as they ; were pressed against the table top. Her knees were ; on the floor, spread wide apart. Joe held the ; camera in his hand and moved around, taping ; Carrie from every angle, especially from behind, ; zooming in on her virginal-looking vulva. One of ; the men pulled out a prop pistol and waved it in ; front of Carrie's face, while the woman applied ; some surgical jelly to Carrie's anus. ; "Listen, cunt," your goin' to cooperate or your boy ; friend gets it, first the knees, then the balls."
; ; Carrie lay, inert on the table. "Carrie," said Sam, ; you can wake up now. Put some expression into it. ; Your boy friend is about to be castrated, if you ; don't play along with these guys." Carrie opened ; her eyes.
; ; "You cooperate, or your boy friend gets a bullet in ; the balls. Now suck my cock."
; ; "No, you can't make me do that!" said Carrie, quite ; convincingly, since she meant it.
; ; "Yes, I can." He pried her jaws apart with the ; barrel of his revolver and unzipped his fly. "You ; bite, and you'll be sorry." While Sam and the ; woman coached her, Carrie sucked cock for the ; first time in her life. It took a while before she got ; it right, and the guy shot semen over her face. Joe ; stopped filming for a moment, while the woman ; added more, some artificial semen that smelled like ; hair conditioner. Then there were close ups.
; ; "I didn't know acting would be like this. I think I ; want to quit, now," said Carrie.
; ; "You can't. You signed a contract." The second ; actor was forcing his hard tool against Carrie's ; virginal anus. She protested with screams and ; groans, but the man buried his tool in her ass and ; pumped hard for Joe's camera. Then he pulled out ; and splashed across Carrie's back. Sam took a turn ; next, and stuffed his prod into her vagina. At least ; he used a condom. By the time Sam was done, ; there were three more guys waiting in line. The ; woman had slipped out and recruited men from the ; motel bar. After them, Carrie was beyond the ; screaming and groaning. She just lay there and got ; fucked. A particularly well hung gentleman took ; great pleasure in fucking Carrie, but he insisted on ; wearing a scarf across his face. Carrie didn't even ; look at his face, but he seemed anxious not to be ; recognized. He had explained to the woman, when ; he first saw Carrie, that she had been his student in ; high school Civics a month ago. Sam didn't mind ; the mask, as Joe concentrated on close-ups of the ; huge prick sliding in and out. For the first time, ; Carrie responded positively, oozing pussy juice and ; finally screaming as she came, for the first time. ; When her teacher had left, a couple of bikers came ; in and fucked her ass. One wanted her to lick him ; clean, afterward, but Carrie vomited at the prospect, ; and Sam told the guy he'd got his money's worth. ; Finally, for Joe's close-ups, the woman played with ; Carrie's clit until Carrie came again, and then the ; woman slid her hand into Carrie's sodden twat. ; She pumped in and out and finally got it all in, ; made a fist, and pushed Carrie over the edge of a ; very noisy orgasm.
; ; "Any more customers?" asked Sam. There seemed ; to be no one waiting. "OK, cut!" They untied ; Carrie and let her use the shower to wash off. She ; had a real hang-dog look, as if she'd been rode hard ; and put away wet, which was pretty much true. She ; came out of the bathroom and put on her T-shirt, ; shorts and shoes. It seemed one or more of the men ; figured they could take her underwear. They ; probably took motel towels, too. Carrie looked at ; Sam with a look of scorn. "Hey, Carrie, you did ; good," he said. "You'll be in a hundred peep shows ; and all over the Internet. Let's see, an hour and ; twenty minutes. Hell, here's a hundred." He ; handed her five twenties. It seemed a pittance for ; her loss of innocence.
; ; Carrie stuffed the money in her pocket and finished ; tying her shoes. "Call that number, if you'd like to ; act in another movie," said Sam, as she let herself ; out and unlocked her bike. She threw her leg over ; the saddle and reacted to the pressure of the bicycle ; seat on her well used labia. As she rode home, ; missing her panties, the rough denim pressing ; against her clitoris distracted her. At last, she went ; behind a gas station and fingered herself until she ; came. Well, let's hope I can make it home, now. If ; I don't have to stop again, I'll be home by supper ; time. ; ;