Accidental Porn Star ((closed for StFornicate))

[tulipsonanorgan]

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Amy couldn't believe her luck. She had only been in LA a week, and already she had been invited to an audition. All the stories that people told her back in the little town she grew up in about how hard it was to get a part were forgotten, and the fear she had of coming out here just seemed silly now.

True, she had never heard of the guy who she was auditioning for, but it wasn't like she had expected to start off as a superstar. She did think it was odd that he was so insistent about her bringing ID with her, but that was probably just the way things worked out here. She admitted to herself that she was a little disappointed when she found the address he had given her, and realized it was just a pretty standard, slightly run down condo complex, but she reminded herself, everyone has to start somewhere.

She parked her car in front of the place and got out, taking a moment to check her reflection. She was 18, and she had spared no expense to get her hair a very natural looking honey blonde color. She had full lips that everyone said were just made for kissing. Well .. some people said they were made for other things, but kissing was still involved. She had a cute little nose and big green eyes, but she knew she would really be a star because she had perfect, firm, round d cup breasts and a bubble butt that made men lose their minds.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, telling herself that she had to show them she had what it took to be a star.

 

[StFornicate]

"Eddie, hurry the fuck up already. She's supposed to be here in fifteen minutes," Tony Wozinski barked at his cameraman. Eddie really didn't give a fuck. One o'clock in the afternoon and he was still hungover. At least the tripod would ensure the camera wouldn't shake.

"Oh yeah baby, that's it," came a moan from down the hall. Tony fumed, standing up from his desk and rushing down the hallway to a small, sparsely furnished bedroom. Bryan Mitchell was a young white guy with a huge dick, ripped body, and a face that was easy to forget. Basically, a perfect porno stud. His staying power was pretty impressive, as well. Jessica the Intern was getting quite busy sucking his dick, ensuring that he was rock hard when the time came for him to make his entrance.

"Fucking hell, keep it quiet in here. This dumb slut doesn't know what she's getting herself into just yet, and if she catches wind of what's going on before I talk her into it, she'll bolt, I'm sure." He pointed at Bryan. "Keep your fucking mouth shut," he ordered, and then looked at Jessica. "Keep your fucking mouth on that horsecock!"

He slammed the door shut, and heard the giggles behind him. His face grew red, and it seemed that steam would start whistling out of the 40-something-year-old's ears. He got back behind his desk and opened the top middle drawer. He quickly picked up a short plastic straw and a razor blade, and used it to hastily scrape some of his favorite powder cocaine into a jagged line, and snorted it up his nose.

Much better. He sniffed, rubbed at his nose, and then heard the doorbell finally ring. "All ready boss," Eddie said. Tony nodded as he got up and headed for the door. He was dressed sharp as always in a tailored business suit, although his necktie was loose and a bit of sweat lined the collar of his shirt. He patted his beer-gut belly, took a deep breath, another hard sniff, and then opened the door.

"Amy!" he said with a sleazy smile. "Come in, come in." He stepped aside to let her in, looking her up and down as he did with little care to disguise his leering gaze. She was wearing a short, flowly little white skirt and a tank top that was easily a size too small for her impressive chest. A little jewel dangled from her exposed navel. The bleach-bottle-blond hair...

"Yeah, you look much better in person than in the photos you sent in," he said, closing the door behind her. "Come on in, we need to have a chat in my office," he said. "This is Eddie, he's one of our cameramen. We'll be recording this meeting, of course, to get a better idea of how you are on camera. Uhm, your ID as well, please?"

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

She walked into the little office, looking around wide-eyed, hardly noticing the way that he was looking her over. She gave him a little smile, and stood a little straighter, her chest pushing out. She was proud of her tits, and why not? They were absolutely top of the line, and had cost her a fortune. At least, a fortune to a girl waiting tables in a small town cafe.

"Hi Eddie," she said to the camera man, then she looked at Tony again. He had swept her into the office so quickly she hadn't even had a chance to greet him. It didn't bother her though. He was big, but he moved fast. There was an energy and excitement to the place that was infectious. She had never heard of this studio or these people, but it was obvious that things were going on here. There was even sugar spilled on the desk. She looked around, but didn't see a coffee maker anywhere. "Hi Tony. I have it right here."

She opened her little purse and took out her driver's license. Still Montana, she hadn't got around to changing it yet. Her 18th birthday had been a little over a month ago, and she'd only been in California a week. She was still staying with a friend of a friend, so she didn't even really have an address. She smiled at Tony, and then at Eddie, and bounced nervously. She had never heard of filming an interview, but it made sense. She just wished they had told her, so she could have maybe done something more dramatic with her make up.

"Well," she said, brightly. "Here I am. Do you think I should do a new portfolio?" He had told her she looked better in person than on her pictures, and she thought maybe a professional would do a better job that her cousin May and photoshop.

 

[StFornicate]

Tony smirked as he sat back, and then noticed the cocaine powder sitting on his desk. He raised an eyebrow, and quickly swept it away into the top drawer.

"Oh, don't you worry about that, honey. We're gonna pull out all the stops to make sure you become a real, big, star," Tony said. He took the driver's license from her and examined it. "Jessica!" he barked, and a moment later a door opened down the hallway and Jessica came in, her hair a bit askew. "Make a copy of this and send it over to records," he ordered, handing the brunette the driver's license.

"This is Amy. Once you get that done, hurry back in here to do her make-up properly."

"Yes, sir!" the brunette replied, with a wink to Amy before turning on her heel and heading off. Tony returned his attention to the buxom blonde across the desk.

"So you wanna be a star actress, huh? Tell me, what's your dream role?" Tony asked her as the camera started rolling...

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

Amy beamed at him. He was going to make sure she became a real, big star. She had to use every ounce of her self control to stop from jumping up and down. So what if the place was a dump? So what if the assistant that popped out of the back room had her hair all messed up? So what if he looked just a little creepy, or if the camera man looked like he'd just rolled out of bed after a week-long binge? They were quick, they were professional. They obviously knew what they were doing, and who cared what they looked like? They were behind the scenes people. Probably everyone who wasn't on camera looked a little rough.

The assistant took her ID, and gave Amy a wink. Amy wondered what it meant, but the girl looked so cheerful, that she thought it must have been meant to encourage her. And she would be back to do Amy's make up. Almost like they were going to make a movie right away. She realized she was fidgeting with nervous excitement, playing with the hem of her skirt, and she blushed. It was short enough as it was. She smoothed it out and then Tony was asking her what kind of roles she wanted to be in.

"I always thought I'd want to be in like, a romantic role," she said, getting a little dreamy-eyed as she imagined some handsome hollywood stud taking her in his arms and kissing her. She smiled sweetly. "You know, like a Pretty Woman kind of thing?"

 

[StFornicate]

Tony chuckled a bit. "Well, it's your lucky day!" he said, a smile coming across his face. "Because I, and Dirty Thirty Productions, have just the role for you." Jessica returned, with a big stack of papers along with Amy's identification. She handed the ID to Amy and then dropped the stack of papers on the desk.

Tony slid an ink pen across the desk to Amy. "Now, don't be intimidated, this is just a standard contract if we're going to hire you on for your services. So much legal mumbo-jumbo in these things these days," he said. He grabbed the stack of papers and flipped it over, leaving just the back page face up. "Just go ahead and sign right there, at the X, and we'll be good to go. And don't worry, you'll be well compensated for your time and hard work here, I assure you. Isn't that right, Jessica?"

Jessica rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah," she said. "The Talent makes the big bucks around here for Dirty Thirty." Tony glared at her for a moment for her sarcasm, but turned his attention quickly back to Amy.

"It's true," Tony said, doing his best to not lose his concentration within the curves of Amy's abundant cleavage. "Now, this role I have for you, it's not a big blockbuster movie or anything, but we all have to start somewhere, right? Dirty Thirty Productions is kind of more of a Straight-to-DVD kind of thing. But it will get your name out there. And with our crack marketing team, you'll have tons of fans dying to see your next feature. Just go ahead and sign right there, and then we can get to work..."

The contract was, of course, fairly standard for the industry. The pornography industry. It included several requirements for her, notably making appearances at strip clubs, doing promo's at sex-toy shoppes, the setting up of a web page, as well as a robust shooting regimen.

That was all in the fine print, of course.

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

Amy caught the other woman's sarcasm, but didn't think much of it. Jessica was just an intern, fairly pretty, but nothing special, so it was only natural that she'd be jealous of the star that her boss was so eager to sign. She took a deep breath as she looked at the contract, and then she signed it.

"Amy Wilde," she murmured as she signed her name, with a heart over the i. She hesitated a moment, thinking of how thick the contract was, but then she smiled. It was just the standard thing, she was sure. They just wanted to make sure they were covered against any problems. She wasn't really worried about money, so much as fame. Money would come once she was famous, and now she was on her way. She grinned at Tony. It was all too good to be true.

It was all too good to be true. She bit her lip. She hadn't even auditioned. They hadn't seen her act, or done any test shoots, or ... or anything like she thought that they would do before they put her in a movie. She looked at the cameraman again, wondering. He did look pretty seedy, and Tony, well, Tony looked like a greaseball. She looked at her name on the contract and thought about grabbing it.

But then he explained. It was low budget, straight to DVD stuff. It was a first step, and once she had a credit, she would build her fame. She sighed with relief and leaned back, dropping the pen on the desk and smiling.

"So," she said. "When do I start?"

 

[StFornicate]

Tony watched her sign her name to the contract with eager, greedy eyes. He had a pretty good idea where all this would lead for her.

"Well, today we're going to start by filming an audition tape to send over to the director. I know there are a number of girls that he is looking at for this particular role."

Tony rubbed at his goatee as he leaned back in his chair, and sniffed a bit, getting a stray remnant of cocaine that had been lodged in his nose up into his bloodstream. He nodded to Eddie, who hit a button to start recording. Eddie did a pan of Amy from her feet to her head as she stood there in front of the desk.

"Take a few steps back," Tony told her. "Now, tell us a little bit about yourself. What are your strengths as an actress? What kind of... assets do you bring to our films? Why should we make you a star?"

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

She stepped back, watching Tony carefully. He was sniffling like he might have a cold, but he didn't seem sick at all. He was actually a little jumpy. She tried not to be disappointed. She had thought that she already had the part. That was how he made it sound, but now she had to audition. Still, she had signed the contract, so they had to make her famous. He had promised.

She smiled at the camera, a little shy all of a sudden. It wasn't like talking to a person. It didn't react. She glanced at Tony again, and straightened up, pushing her chest out. The camera might not react, but she knew there would be men watching the video, and men liked big boobs.

"I'm Amy Wilde," she said, and giggled. "Yes, that is my real name! I'm from Montana, and I came to California because I want to be a s ... an actress." She blushed a bit. Saying she wanted to be a star made it sound like she didn't have any talent. The theater teacher at her school had told her she had loads of talent. He gave her the lead in all the plays, and always stayed after school with her for special rehearsals. But now she was supposed to be saying why they should make her a star.

"I'm really good at memorizing lines and following directions," she said. "I'm told I'm pretty and I have a great body, and I think I have 'it.' I can play happy, sad, angry, romantic, tragic, funny. Anything, really."

 

[StFornicate]

Jessica returned as Amy was speaking, make-up kit in hand, and immediately went to work on Amy's face in a flurry of brushes, creams, dusts, eye-liner and lipstick. It only took a few minutes, and Eddie took the opportunity to set up his camera in a different position, a little more alongside Amy, to get a better view of her profile.

"How's that boss?" Jessica asked, stepping aside.

Tony nodded. "Perfect," he said.

"Now, Miss... Wilde, the role you're auditioning for is a pretty intense one. It's definitely going to require you to... Ahem, stretch your boundaries, I'm sure." He looked her up and down. "There is some... Nudity, in the film. Some intimate scenes. How comfortable are you being nude in front of the camera and on-screen? How believable can you make an intimate scene?"

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

Amy nods her head, blushing a little when he mentions nudity. She looks at herself in the mirror and is shocked by the transformation. She thought she was pretty before, but Jessica has turned her into something astonishing.

"I can do intimate," she says, hesitantly. After all, how can she do romantic movies without doing romantic scenes? She gives a nervous giggle and then says it again, with more confidence. "I can do intimate scenes. And, I can make them convincing."

Nudity, though, was something she was unsure of. She knew some stars did it all the time, and others made sort of a big deal of it. She also knew once she did it, it would be out there forever. Guys would post videos on the internet of her naked body and fantasize about it. She took a deep breath and shook her head. The thought should have creeped her out, but instead it made her feel kind of hot. And she was hot. She had an amazing body, every guy she'd ever been with told her so, so why not show it off, while she was still young?

"I guess I could do a nude scene, if it was, you know, important for the story and everything." She blushed fiercely.

 

[StFornicate]

"Well, with this particular film, it's pretty integral to the, uhm, the plot, Miss Wilde," Tony said, leaning back in his chair. He knew Eddie was getting plenty of good shots of Amy, her skimpy outfit, and hot body.

Tony pulled out some papers from a drawer. A rough draft of a "script", as much as they actually used those in his business. "One of the roles is that of a stripper. Don't worry, she's got a heart of gold. All the women in this film are very, uh, sexual creatures, I guess. And the director is very particular. He won't even consider you for any part without seeing you naked."

This was one of his favorite parts. "He also wants to see just how intimately you are willing to perform for the camera," he explained. "He needs to know if you are capable of really pulling off a connection on screen. So, one of the male stars in this feature is in another room. He'll be out here shortly and we'll need the two of you to improvise an intimate scene."

He raised an eyebrow as he looked at her. "Think you can handle that?"

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

She looked at the script and smiled. It was her first real audition for a real Hollywood movie. She flipped through the pages, and didn't see very much dialogue. She didn't mind, really. She knew she would make more of an impression with how she looked than anything.

Tony told her about the director, and she was even more excited. He sounded really edgy and creative, the kind of indie director that could catapult an unknown actress to cult status with just one great scene.

"Stripper with a heart of gold," she said, thinking about it, as if it were an original concept. She nodded. "I could do that. And I guess I would have to do nude scenes if I was a stripper, right?"

She hesitated when they said they wanted her to improvise a scene right there. She pouted nervously. She had never been good at improvising. There was always that pressure to think of something to say, and she always had a hard time thinking. She sighed. She would just have to do her best.

"So, you want me to act like I'm a stripper and I'm falling for him?" she said. She nodded her head, nervously. "OK. I can do that."

 

[StFornicate]

"Yes, that's it, that's perfect!" Tony said, standing up, acting excited. And he was excited. He could see this little busty blonde making him a lot of money in the very near future.

"Good good good. You know, the director, Peter, I think he's gonna love you. You've got just the look he wanted for this role. I know you can do it," he told her. "We've got a little shooting area set up in the basement so we can film an audition scene."

"But first, we need to finish this interview," he said. "Peter has a handful of questions he wants asked of every girl who auditions for him. So bear with me," he said. "It's really nothing much. Once we're done you'll go with Jessica and she'll find a suitable outfit for you to wear for the scene. Sound good?"

 

[tulipsonanorgan]

Amy squirmed in her seat. Tony's excitement was infectious, and the more she thought about it, the more she realized what an opportunity this was. After all, she thought, reading between the lines told her this was a significant part. She wasn't going to be naked in the background. She was going to be front and center: they don't shoot full-on love scenes with a character who doesn't matter.

"I can hardly wait!" she said, almost standing up right then, but managing to control herself. Peter had questions that Tony wanted her to answer, and she still had to shoot the audition scene. But her heart was pounding. It was all too good to be true.

Not that she doubted any of it. After all, what was Hollywood but the place where dreams come true?