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Subject:      <<REPOST>>  The Reluctant Film Star  by Dawson  (M+/f, nc)  1/3
From:         an449094@anon.penet.fi (JDawson)
Date:         1996/08/24
Message-Id:   <040306Z24081996@anon.penet.fi>
Newsgroups:   alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.spanking
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WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar behavior.
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The Reluctant Film Star
by James Dawson
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The First Interview

He could tell she was nervous as soon as she walked into the room. Some
were worse than others, but this one was really nervous. She was
obviously intimidated by the elegant surroundings. She stepped forward
tentatively as her eyes followed the heavy red velvet curtains and
large paintings of forboding looking aristocrtic faces. She was
perfect.
         Jack could tell she had never seen the inside of an elegant
hotel suite before. She looked to be about 5' 7 or 5' 8, just slightly
on the meaty side, but still slim in the middle. Her hips looked full
and most importantly, she had a large bust. She'd said in her letter
that she was 38DD, and Jack was relieved to see she seemed to be
telling the truth. She was wearing a powder blue wrap-around dress that
looked like something you would have seen in a disco in the seventies.
It had a tie attached to one of the sides which went around her body
again and tied at the side, creating a modest slit up one thigh.Her
hair appeared to have been bleached blonde, and looked to be at least
shoulder length. It was all done up, in a sweep, however, and put
together in a bun on the top of her head with a tacky beret. He smiled
to himself. Along with her white tights and white high heels
, she looked like she just stepped out of an old "American Bandstand"
show.
        Her face was angelic, and like the rest of her it was slightly
round. She had nice high cheekbones which had too much rough on them,
and a petite, narrow nose. Her mouth was round and the tip of a pink
tongue darted nervously over full lips which were painted bright red.
Giant crystal blue eyes stared apprehensively out from underneath long,
thick lashes. She stood nervously holding her purse in front of her.
        Jack walked towards her and introduced himself. She shyly reached
her hand up to take his. He noticed the red polish on her nails was
worn and chipped. He walked her into the room and offered her a seat at
one end of the plush red couch that was in the center of of the elegant
foyer.
        Jack had been in Moscow for two weeks before he'd actually
started seeing women. He'd put several casting ads in local papers
requesting photos and resumes and, as usual, it had taken him a while
to sort out the potential winners from the multitude of losers. Casting
for a film brought them in by the hundreds in every city, but Moscow
more than most.
        He'd taken a suite at one of the most opulant hotels in the city,
and it was from here that he was doing his final casting. The suite had
three impressive rooms, and like the foyer where they were currently
sitting, all were done in Georgian style which made Jack feel as though
he should be wearing a white powdered wig. He knew how impressive it
was, especially with all of the video and photography gear set up at
the far end of the room. And that was important.
        Natasha Zvegintzov was clearly impressed, as he knew she would
be. Though she'd had nothing but a crude snapshot to send in, Jack had
seen her potential right away. Her face had that sad,almost pained look
of innocence t
hat he and his clients wanted. Her big blue "Bambi" eyes appeared as
thought they were always on the verge of tears. Combined with her full
rose bud mouth and buxom figure, she was perfect. He wondered how old
she was. Sh
e was certainly not yet twenty-one, as she said she was, and looked
more like seventeen or eighteen. But it didn't matter to him.
        He began by making initial small talk with her, and found her
English was not bad. More importantly, she seemed to understand him.
She sat primly with her knees drawn together and the toes of her white
high-heeled shoes
pointing slightly toward each other while he asked her several
questions about her experience in film, to which she honestly, but very
nervously, replied that she had none. Her every word seemed tentative,
and her voice w
as so soft and quiet, that several times he had to ask her to repeat
herself. She'd acted in school, she said, but that was about it. Jack
shook his head slightly at this and watched as her hands grip her
handbag nervousl
y, hoping that this had not blown her chance. He let her twist for a
moment. He wanted to see how badly she wanted this, to be in films and
get out of Moscow. He could almost see her nervous little heart
pounding undernea
th her dress. She was perfect.
        He began to explain the film to her. It was going to be a
thriller about a young Russian woman who, while on holiday abroad,
meets an American man and gets mixed up in international espionage. It
was going to be a James
Bond type film, he said, and would be shot on location in Thailand.
Though her part would be a major role, it didn't matter about her
English as they were specifically looking for new fresh face with a
strong Russian acce
nt for this part. If she got it, he told her, she would also have a
language coach on the set. He watched as her eyes widened with
excitement. Had she ever been to Thailand, he asked. She gently shook
her head "no." Did s
he have a passport? Yes, that she did have.
        He looked, he told her, just exactly like what they wanted. Did
she feel up to it? Did she feel she could take direction?
        She nodded enthusiatically without hesitation.
        Perfect.
        He would need her to read the script in front of the video
camera, he said, so that he could how she looked and sounded. Could she
do that? She looked towards the three video cameras set up at the other
end of the room.
Jack could see the anxiety. Very softly, she said "yes."
        Most importantly, could she take direction?
        She looked back apprehensively towards the stool set up in front
of the video cameras with the lights shining down on it. She looked
back at him and nodded yes.
        He could see her nerves playing havoc with her. As he leaned
forward, she instinctively looked down at the floor. He told her she
really was very close to what they were seeking, and that maybe, he
smiled, maybe a new st
ar was going to be born.
        She smiled back at him nervously. He could tell she could
scarcely believe it.
        To show his good faith, that he was really serious, he wanted to
make it worth her while coming, he said. He pulled out a wad of money.
He usually wrote a check to those whom he felt most strongly about, he
told her. In
this case with currency hassles, he asked, would it be okay to just
give her cash. She stared at the money. She didn't have much, he could
tell. He peeled off the equivalent of $500. He told her that it was
standard proce
dure and tossed it on the table. She looked at it, unsure whether to
pick it up. She didn't.
        Jack got up from the couch and walked over to the desk. He picked
up a script and walked back towards her. Now could she read a bit for
him?
        She looked nervously at the script as he handed it to her.
        "Let me get you to come over here, so we can tape it," he said,
motioning across the room.
        She took a deep breath, and got to her feet. She walked across to
the area where everything was set up. She turned around and seated
herself on the stool. She looked nervously at the lights and camera
lens staring at her
.
        "Now don't be nervous," he said with a smile.
        She tried to give him a smile back.
        "Okay," said Jack. "Now open it to page fifteen."
        She opened the script and thumbed her way to the page.
        "Now, just read the part of Sasha. Don't worry about the other
parts, just pause a second between each of your lines. We'll add
another actor later to make a complete test." He adjusted one of the
three the cameras point
ing at her. Smiling to himself, he zooming in on her big breasts as she
started to read her lines. She had a terrible time and became instantly
flustered. She looked up at him piteously.
        "It's okay," he said with a warm smile. He walked over to her.
"Remember, we want a Russuan speaker here. And to be quite honest, the
look is really important here, and you seem really right for this. So
just relax."
        She seemed to be slightly comforted and tried to settle down. She
started over. It was a little better this time. He let her read for a
few minutes and everytime she ran into problems, words she didn't
understand, he hel
ped her through them.
        "That's great," he said finally. "That gives us plenty to work
with."
        He walked towards her and reached for the script. He noticed a
dejected look on her innocent little face. She handed it back to him.
He took it and tossed it on the floor. He took ahold of the video
camera and tripod and
 moved them back about ten feet. She stayed on the stool with her hands
folded in her lap, not sure what to do next. He walked up to her.
        "That really was great," he said looking down at her. "I really
feel good about it." She looked up at him with a weak smile. He took a
couple of steps backward and tilted his head to one side as he looked
at her. He walk
ed back to the camera.
        "Now, since we don't have any pictures of you," he said, "I'll
need to get some full length shots." He moved behind the camera and
looked down into the eyepiece.
        "Stand up, please."
        Natasha, paused for a second, and then got up off the stool. She
stood nervously.
        "Go ahead and move the stool away."
        She picked it up and set it down about six feet to the left. She
went back to her spot.
        "Okay, now first let me get you to slowly turn yourself around."
        Her big blue eyes suddenly seemed fraught with nerves. Her little
pink tongue peeked out from between her red lips.
        "It's okay, just slowly spin yourself around so I can get you
from all sides."
        With her hands clasped tightly in front of her, Natasha slowly
began to turn herself around.
        "Hold it a second," said Jack when she had turned with her back
to the camera. He wanted to get a nice long panning shot from her
shoes, up the back of her legs, and up her back. He slowly moved the
camera up and then ba
ck down again.
        "Okay, continue."
        She resumed her motion, slowly turning until she was once again
facing the camera. Her eyes went to the floor. She was visibly filled
with anxiety.
        "That's great." he said.
        He watched her for a moment fidgeting with her hands.
        "Now," he continued, walking towards her. She looked up at him
for a second, and then looked back down. "We will be filming on the
beach in Thailand quite a bit, so you will be required to wear a
bikini."
        He saw her squeeze her hands together.
        "So we'll need to see what you'd look like."
        Though she was still looking at the floor, he saw her face turn
red with embarrassment.
        "So why don't we have you take off your dress please."
        She didn't move for a second. Her face seemed to burn.
        She raised a hand to cover her mouth.
        She had not expected this.
        "What's wrong?" asked Jack. She was the perfect picture of
innocence.
        "Ah...ah...." she stammered, not sure what to say.
        "We just need to see, that's all. It's standard."
        He looked at her for a moment.She looked on the verge of tears.
She stared at the floor.
        "We also need to know that you can follow directions," he said,
his voice slightly more seriously.
        The big blue eyes looked up at him, suddenly alarmed. Just as
quickly they looked back down.
        "Oh...okay," she said softly.
        Slowly, she moved her hand down away from her mouth to her side
to the knot that held her dress together.
        "That'a girl," he said. He stepped back to watch.
        Her hands began to fidget with the knot. Her fingers were stiff
and she seemed to have trouble. He watched her for a moment.
        "Here," he said, walking towards her. "Let me help you."
        He walked right up to her.
        She didn't look up at him.
        He reached out and took her hands, which went limp in his, and he
pulled them away from the knot. She passively let him move both her
arms around behind her. He could see her big breasts heaving with her
nervous breathin
g. He tried to control his own as he began to work on the knot.
        Just as he got it loose, and began to unravel it, she suddenly
burst into tears. She pulled both hands up to cover her face and began
to cry into them.
        "I....I...I'm sorry," she said from behind her hands.
        His chest pounded as he pulled the two ties apart. The slack made
her dress open a bit. He could see her white slip underneath.
        "That's okay," he said softly. He held the two ties but did not
move.
        She let out a sob.
        "I've just....I've never...I mean..." she said between sobs.
        She pulled her left elbow away so as not to interfere with his
progress.
        "That's alright," he repeated. He reached up and stroked her
hair. She was so innocent.
        "This line of business is not for everyone," he said.
        She pulled her hands down, and looked up at him. Two tears were
running down her cheeks. More were welled up.
        "No," she said. "I'm sorry...I'll be okay."
        "Are you sure?" he asked, knowing full well the answer.
        "Y...y...yes."
        "Okay," he replied, still holding the two ties. "Now put your
hands down."
        She closed her eyes and slowly lowered her arms.They hung loosely
at her sides. His eyes travelled across her angelic face, down her
smooth neck, to the top of her chest and the hint of cleavage at the
top of her dress.
        He slowly began pulling the two halves of her dress apart.
        He felt her breath quicken as he exposed her slip underneath. It
was white, and ran down below the tops of her thighs. He could see tops
of her big breasts, which looked full and firm. He pulled it all the
way open and l
et the two sides hang open uselessly.
        She stood passively with her eyes closed. Her chest heaved. He
stared at her for a second, and then walked around behind her so that
the cameras would get an unobstructed view. He could smell her freshly
washed hair.
        He reached around from behind and took ahold of the the two sides
of her dress and drew them back over her shoulders He slid the material
down her arms and off.
        She didn't move.
        He drew back away from her and walked over to a nearby chair and
draped her dress over it. He looked back over at her. Standing in her
slip with a bra and panties underneath, she made a perfect picture of
submissive femi
ninity. He walked back to the same place, and moved in right behind
her. His own heart was pounding in his chest.   He gently placed his
hands on her shoulders.
        "The slip will need to come off too," he said, almost in a
whisper.
        She let out a little whimper, but otherwise didn't move.
        He slid his fingers under the shoulder straps of her slip and
lifted them up. He pulled them over her shoulders to her bra. She stood
still as he lowered the material down over her big breasts, and pushed
it down over he
r hips, which were covered by her white tights. He let the slip drop.
It fell into a little pile at her feet.
        He walked around in front of her to drink in the sight.
        She looked at him. Her big, blue tear filled eyes conveyed her
agony. She slowly, instinctively, moved her left hand in front of the
space between her legs. Her right arm came up across her breasts,
making them bulge up
high on her chest.
        She was truly magnificent. Though her bra was thick, and not
fancy, he could tell they housed wonderfull breasts. While she was not
a skinny girl by any means, her stomach was smooth and lean
        He walked back up and stood to her right side.
        "Please lower your arms, Natasha," he said. "They need to see
your figure."
        She blinked her eyes closed, and fresh tears popped out and
rolled down her cheeks. It was the word "they," that got her. She had
no idea who would be watching this. She slowly lowered her arms and let
them hang at her s
ides.
        "Why don't you hold them behind you." he said.
        She looked at him for a second, and then back down at the floor.
        She slowly pulled her hands back behind her. Her big tits stuck
out rudely in front of her.
        "I'm sorry..." she repeated. "I just..." She let out a little sob
and bowed her head.
        "That's okay," said Jack. "You're doing just fine. I know it's
hard."
        She let out a little sniffle.
        "You're cooperating and taking direction nicely," he added. "And
that's important."      Once again, he scanned her ripe body. He fought the
urge to reach out and rip the rest of her clothes off. He took a deep
breath.
        "Now, one thing," he said.
        She looked up at him. She bit down on her full, red lower lip.
        "To be fair," he continued, "white adds on a lot of weight on
video."
        Her big eyes blinked.
        "I really think we ought to take those tights off as well."
        She just blinked again, and then slowly lowered her head.
        "It will look much better, just like a swimsuit," he said.
        "Oh...okay..." she whispered, "if you think...." Her voice
trailed off.
        "Yeah, it will look much better," he said.
        Jack bent down onto on knee in front of her. He found himself
face to face with her crotch. He could see the outline of her panties
beneath the tights.
        "Now," he said, "let's slip your shoes off."
        He took ahold of her left foot and lifted it up.
        Natasha reached down with one hand and steadied herself on his
shoulder.
        He slipped off one and then the other. He set them down to the
side.
        Still down on a knee, he straightened up.
        She dutifully returned her hands behind her back.
        He reached up and slid his fingers into the waistband of her
tights. He eased the elastic away from her skin and began to lower it.
He pulled the material down, careful not to pull on her panties as
well. He could see th
e slight indentation in the skin above her waist where the elastic had
been. He pulled them down over her hips and started down her thighs. He
noticed that her skin had slight goosebumps.
         He got them down to her knees and then used both hands to push
them down each calf. Again she reached down to steady herself on him as
he pulled them off of her feet.
        "Let's put your shoes back on," he said.
        He lifted her feet and replaced her white high heels.
        He stood back up and stepped back.
        His eyes ran up and down her body, now clad only in her bra and
panties.
        It was fabulous. Her tits were huge and jutting, while her
stomach and waist were slender. She was perfect.
        He went back to the video camera.
        Once again, he had her slowly turn herself around, showing him
all sides of her lush body. He waited for his first glimpse of her ass.
He was not disappointed. As she turned around, he saw full, round, yet
pert cheeks. T
hey stood out beautifully.      Once she had turned all the way around
again, he had her lean forward and put a hand on her knee, causing her
cleavage to heave forward.
        He had her pose in several different "cheesecake" positions, as
she would be in, he said, if she was modelling swimwear. She did her
best to cover her acute embarassement.
        "I have an idea," he said. "We're going to need to show them that
you're cooperative." He picked up the camera and tripod. He began
walking. "Let's do a few out on the balcony, that will look even more
natrual."
        Jack walked to the big double doors in the middle of the room
that opened up onto his splendid balcony which was inset into the
building so that it had a wall on either side. He looked out over the
tremendous view of dow
ntown Moscow. He looked back to see that Natasha had not moved.
        "Come on," he said.
        With a look of pure trepidation, Natasha slowly walked over to
him. She approached the edge of the door frame. She looked out the
window and saw several buildings that she thought would be able to see
her. She watched as
 Jack began setting up the camera to her right at one end of the
balcony.
        "Now go over and stand against the other wall, there where the
railing ends."
        Mortified to be outside in her underwear, she quickly moved
across the balcony to the place he indicated. She couldn't help but
hold her arms in front of herself.
        "Don't worry no one can see you in here."
        She looked out at the buildings facing them. Though she couldn't
see anyone not, she was sure that if someone looked out...
        "Now, turn around so that your back is to me."
        She stole another glance out of the balcony and slowly turned
around. Jack watched as her lush bottom came around into view.
        "Now put your hands up on the wall, and look back over your
shoulder."
        She followed his intructions.
        "Spread your feet apart."
        He watched as a gap about three fingers wide appeared between the
tops of her legs. He ran the camera lens slowly up and down the length
of her body.
        "Great," he said. "Now turn back around, and lean up against the
wall."
        He could see that she was agonizingly self conscious.as she
turned back around. She leaned her body up against the rough surface.
        "Keep your arms straight down and put your hands flat against the
wall."
        She rotated her hands around so that her palms made contact.
        He moved the camera around to get several angles.
        He looked at her for a moment, causing her to look to the ground.
        He walked up to her.
        "One last thing," he said quietly. He looked down at her lovely
face, which was facing down. His eyes travelled down her neck to her
full cleavage. He stared at her big tits.
        "Producers are always worried about things going wrong."
        She didn't move. She stared at the ground.
        "And, well," he continued, "as you may have heard, there has been
a lot of problems with breast implants recently..." He watched her
chest as her breathing suddenly sped up. Her tits seemed to be
straining against her br
a.
        "...and, well, so girls with large chests are always a little
suspect..."
        He could see her face going bright red with embarrassement.
        "...so, we need to show them that..."
        He put his hand on her shoulder.
        "...I know it's hard, but we just need to show them that you
haven't had any surgery or anything."
        She seemed frozed to the spot.
        His heart pounded as he watched her chest
        "Please..." she finally said still staring down. "I haven't..."
        "I know," he replied, barely able to contain himself. The hand
touching the the skin of her shoulder seemed almost to be creating an
electric current.
        "They just need to see that there are no scars..."
        His other hand reached up for the other shoulder.
        Her arms came up defensively and then stopped short. She slowly
pulled them together, hugging herself just below her bust.
        He gently slid his fingers underneath the shoulderstraps of her
bra.
        "It's okay," he said, almost choking with tension himself. "It's
standard."
        He lifteed the straps up away from her skin and pulled them over
her shoulders.

        Her blue eyes stared up at him. They seemed to begging him not to
strip her.
        "Put your arms back down," he said.
        She slowly released herself and lowered her arms.
        Jack pulled the straps down her upper arms, watching the bra cups
peel away.
        He looked down at her face, which was bright red. Her eyes were
closed with shame. His eyes wandered down her chest the the tops of her
full breasts. He noticed that her hands were both clinched into fists.
        He took a deep breath and reached his fingers into the front of
her bra cups and pulled it down, exposing her tits to his greedy eyes.
He felt his head become light as he stared at their magnificence. Her
nipples were bi
g and pink and centered perfectly on the balloon sized breasts.
        "See," said Jack, barely above a whisper. "It's not so hard." Her
clinched fists and eyes told him differently. He could tell she was
fighting the impulse to run.
        Jack pulled her away from the wall and turned her around. He
reached for the clasp of her bra.
        "We'll be finished in a minute," he said reassuringly. He
unfastened it and pulled it down her arms. Natasha instantly pulled her
arms up and crossed them in front of her chest. Jack slung the bra over
his shoulder and w
alked back to the video camera, which was of course still running.
        With her hair up, and her back to the camera, now wearing nothing
but her panties and white high heels, Jack got an exquisite view of her
nude back. He ran the camera up and down the length of her beautiful
young body.
        "Okay, Natasha," he said. "Now turn around." He felt his throat
tighten up, as though he'd swallowed a tennis ball.
        She didn't move. She just stood there with her back to him and
her arms crossed in front of her. Then he noticed that her head was
bobbing slightly. She was crying again. He walked back up to her and
gently placed his ha
nds on her shoulders.
        "I'm s...s...sorry," she said.
        "I know it's hard," he said again. "But we're almost finished."
        He felt her shoulders tremble under his hands.
        "You've done really well," he continued. "I feel really good
about this."
        He listened to her cry for a moment.
        "That's why I'm going through all of this," he continued. "So
there isn't any question."
        "Th...th...thank you." she replied through her tears.
        He slowly began to turn her around. Her arms remained hugged
across her front, mashing her big tits.
        "Trust me," he said.
        The big blue eyes suddenly looked up at him. She blinked, sending
tears down her face. Her make-up was smeared. She looked truly pitiful.
        Jack reached up and took ahold her her wrists. She let him pull
them away from her chest, and just closed her eyes as he exposed her
big nude tits.
        Jack pushed her arms around behind her. His mouth watered as he
looked down at her heaving breasts. They were amazing. He stared down
at them for a second and summoned all of his self control. There would
be plenty of ti
me later he told himself. He walked back to the camera and looked into
the eyepiece. He zoomed in on a close-up of her face and stayed with
her tears as they rolled out from her tightly closed eyes and down her
cheeks. Th
en he slowly zoomed out to get all of her. He panned across her tits.
He moved the camera around and got several shots of her and then
stepped away once again. He walked up to her.
        "You're doing really well," he said to her.
        Her eyes opened up and she looked at him. He could see that she
was dying of shame and embarrasement.
        "Almost done," he continued. "Now, we just want to make sure you
look your best. This is an old trick, but it works."
        She looked down at the floor.
        "Now put your hands up on top of your head."
        She hesitated for a second. Slowly she brought her arms up. Her
breasts rose up and she placed her hands on her head. She closed her
eyes again.
        Jack stared at the big nude tits sticking out in front of him.
His eyes ran up and down the length of her curvy body.
        "Okay, now don't move." He put his forefinger and thumb into his
mouth and wetted them. He then reached out gently pinched her big
nipples. He felt them pulsate and stiffen under his touch. She
whimpered slightly at his
touch, but kept herself steady. His heart pounded as he watched as her
breasts respond.
        Jack walked back to the video camera and shot some more footage.
He had her move slightly to one side, and then the other. He had her
lift her breasts up so that he could shoot underneath them to be sure
there were no sc
ars. He let her stand there holding her tits up for a few moments while
he got the shots he wanted.
        He realized that he had pushed her about as far as he should this
first time. There would be plenty of opportunities later. There would
be a second audition in a few days, and then they would be off to
Thailand. He let h
er get back into her clothes, but had her do it under the lights so
that the running cameras would get that as well.
        Poor Natasha had no idea what was in store for her. She was going
to be in the movies alright, but not exactly how she imagined it.
First, there would be a thorough medical examination which would also
be filmed. Then, t
here would be the staged "problem" at customs, which would also be
filmed, followed by a detention by the "police." Her "sentence" would
be a form of public service that she would not enjoy one little bit.
        She would learn the hard way that being in the movies isn't
always what it's cracked up to be...

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