Her sacrifice for stardom (closed)

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Catalina Russo
Age: 20

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There were only two things that mattered to Catalina.

Her family and her career.

So when her career moved her from Italy to America, she didn't want to leave her family but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity for her. Her first time away from home and first time out of her homeland for more than 2 months. This time, she would be living in America for at least a year.

A year she wasn't looking forward to.

But ever since she was young, she was involved in some sort of acting job, whether it was a commercial, game show or Italian soap opera, she loved what she did.

But now, a once in a lifetime chance was here. Her chance to star in a movie that was being filmed in America. A small time girl from literally a no named village was now a big time out of the blue actress that was in high demand not only because of her looks, but also because of her many awards she had won in Europe.

Catalina Russo was in high demand. And people couldn't wait to get their hands on her....

 

[LitShark]

“No, goddamnit! I’m not going to stand for this! I want Anna Kavich for this role, I don’t even know this… this… Catalina-fucking-nobody! Do you have any idea what it’s like working with a first-timer on a film like this? Every-goddamn-direction has to be a fifteen minute Q-and-A. Why would she do this? Why am I wearing that? What do you think she’s feeling in this moment? I won’t fucking do it.” Steve Olsen was seething across the table from the studio executives who’d hired him.

“Steve, we never promised you’d get to make casting decisions. You lost the leverage to make deals like that with the last flop you made with Kavich. Her reputation is a liability for the studio and frankly, her behavior is out of control,” the well-dressed executive answered firmly, “not to mention your behavior when you’re around her. No, we’re not going to go down that road again. We really want to keep you here, Steve—we value good directors, but this studio is done with Anna Kavich, and if that means we’re done with you too, then we’re willing to make that sacrifice.”

“You goddamn sons-of-bitches.” Steve seethed, knowing they were right.

“Trust us! You’re going to love Catalina, Steve. We’re signing her at a bargain, too! That means more money for production. That means shooting on location in the Bahamas. Think about that.” The other exec chimed in, obviously the “Good Cop” in this negotiation.

“I want to meet her. I’m not going anywhere until I meet her.”

“Naturally, Steve. I’ll have my secretary set up a dinner meeting for the two of you tonight.”

“Fine, but send a car for me. A towncar, not a fucking Uber, either.”

*-*-*

Naturally, Steve was late to the meeting, this was by design—or at least, intent. He’d been drinking heavily and snorting his way through a whole eight ball with Anna since the meeting with the executives, drowning his sorrow at not being able to shoot his latest film with his favorite fuck-puppet like old times. By the time he arrived, his suit was disheveled and his belt unbuckled. He still had some traces of powder lingering in his stubble beneath his nose and he couldn’t walk a straight line.

When he flopped into his chair opposite the gorgeous Italian actress the crystal-ware rattled on the table. He snapped at a waiter until he came over.

“Triple Scotch on the rocks and be ready with more,” Steve instructed the waiter before turning his full attention on his dinner companion, “you have got some nice fucking tits, I’ll give you that.”

His last remark came out as a sigh, almost of resignation as Steve reached across the table to shake Catalina’s hand. “I’m Steve Olsen, I’ll be directing Tropical Pain Storm. I understand you’re hopeful that you’ll be starring in it, is that right? The studio sure likes you, that’s good I suppose, but frankly, I’ve never even heard of you before they tried to force you down my throat. So what have you been in?”

 

[zydrate]

Catalina spent a good portion of her day holed up in her hotel room as she went over the script to the new movie she was promised to star in. Her phone was off all day and she relied on room service for both her breakfast and lunch. Some might have thought that she was acting spoiled ordering room service but the truth was, she was new in this city and didn't want to risk getting lost if she was to go out...as it was, she was already missing home and her English wasn't perfect. It was a good chance someone would realize she was a foreigner and try to mug or perhaps even worst.

Finally, around 5PM, she turned her phone back on and realized she had missed several calls from the producers. She listened to their long winded message about how the director wanted to meet with her over dinner and discuss the movie's script with her over dinner at 7PM. It was hinted she wear something nice and a car would be at the hotel to pick her up to take her to a restaurant for her meeting.

If she had been a first time actress, this would have been new to her but it wasn't. This was often the case with other directors and movie producers back in Italy so she didn't think anything of it as she showered and prepared for tonight...

***

It was 8PM and there was no sign of anyone coming. She wasn't sure if she needed to call the producers to let them know or just wait. In the end she just waited. Perhaps the director...a Steve Olsen, got caught up in traffic.

Tonight, she wore a tight fitting red dress. Her dark hair hung down her back and she wore minimal jewelry, just a pair of small gold hoop earrings and delicate gold chain necklace. She was on her second glass of wine when someone finally plopped down in front of her. She was shocked at his appearance and immediately wanted to call one of the waiters to get security here to move this man...but then he spoke to her and greeted her with an insult before taking her hand into his and giving it a haphazard shake.

Catalina just stared at the man as he spoke. This was the 'famous' director that would be in charge of the film?

Licking her lips, Catalina spoke, her accent obvious as she answered as she was schooled to, "Well... some local work back home but nothing here in the US... There was a casting call put out and my agent had me read for it..." she wondered if he was even paying attention as he nursed the drink he ordered when first sitting down. "I--I...I'm sorry Mr. Olsen, I thought this role was already mine to take. I've been studying the script all day..."

 

[LitShark]

“Right, right, nothing in the states. Just like I thought,” Steve remarked, taking his glass of Scotch from the waiter who already seemed displeased with his behavior, “look, I realize that you had a great audition and the studio made you an offer, but the truth is that you have no leverage. They want to save some money and go with someone that nobody’s ever heard of for the lead, but I’ve grossed tens of millions for the studio—directed two blockbusters that sat at #1 for weeks. If I say that I don’t want to work with you, they’re going to go find some other actress nobody’s heard of with a great rack, and so on, until I’m satisfied. That’s just how this town works.”

Steve didn’t like how this meeting was going already, the bitch felt like she was already in charge—all the attitude of a big name and none of the box office draw. He wasn’t really sure that the studio would side with him if he decided to make a big deal about Catalina’s casting, but if he wasn’t sure, Catalina certainly couldn’t be sure, especially given the disparity in their resumes.

“Look, I don’t mean to be a dick about this. I’d really like for this to go well, fly out to paradise and make a great film. Ideally, we’re going to share some drinks, some laughs and… whatever else, and leave here as great friends. I haven’t decided that I don’t want you to star in my film, you might be great… with a dialect coach… but I’d prefer not to make waves. Okay?” St eve smiled his “selling” smile for the first time, hopeful to salvage this meeting before he said anything he couldn’t take back, by now the waiter had arrived to take their order, “hi there, why don’t you just give me a nice, big steak. Rare, and bring out that other Scotch with the meat. What about you?”

Steve took another long sip from his drink as Catalina ordered, taking the opportunity to let his eyes roam over her chest and midsection—she sure was wearing the hell out of that dress.

“Also, why don’t you bring the lady a glass of tequila with some limes. I don’t think that wine is going to quite do the job tonight,” Steve smiled again, trying to be playful, but the bottom line was that if Catalina didn’t loosen up soon, he was going to have to dig his heels in with the studio—he had no intention of showing for three months in the tropics with some prude who didn’t know how to let loose, “show me you know how to have a good time and we’ll be fine. It’s supposed to be fun after-all.”

Steve waited for the waiter to bring Catalina her glass of tequila before raising his own glass to hers, making a toast.

“To Tropical Pain Storm and success for both of us. May we find some common ground and perhaps even a friendship in one another,” Steve drank from his glass, watching over the rim to be sure that Catalina was joining him in the toast, “so tell me, what do you like to do for fun? Your life can’t be all Italian theater and daytime TV. Do you have a boyfriend? Husband? Dangerous and taboo hobbies?”

Steve was desperately looking for an edge to this young starlet, he preferred his women to be at least slightly broken, not just because it made them easy prey for his sexual appetites, but also because it was exactly the type of internal complexity that made for accolade-worthy acting. The coke was beginning to seep down the back of Steve’s throat, so he drank again from his whiskey while waiting to learn more about what made Catalina tick.

 

[zydrate]

How dare he!? Catalina thought as she just watched him make a fool of himself. This was not the man…the director, she had heard or read about. But she kept her mouth shut. Instead, she finished off her glass of wine and waited for him to give her a chance to speak. Which he did when it was her turn to order, “I will have the same thing but instead of a salad, make it a baked potato with extra butter.” She said, her accent suddenly gone and spoke in a British accent instead. It was then she looked smugly at Steven and shrugged, her voice still disguised, “I don’t think I need one of your dialect coaches.”

It seemed the last of her wine chased away her butterflies she had had. It was then he ordered her some tequila.

Leaning on her elbows, she steepled her fingers and rested her chin on them…back to her original accent, “I don’t know what to tell you Mr. Olsen, yes, I don’t have any movies or name power here in America but I was assured if anyone could make me a star, it would be you.” OK, so that last part was a lie.

Truth be told, what he said about having several hit films under his belt was true but the thing was, that was over 2 years ago, AND that was on movies which finished production over 4 years ago, he hasn’t had a hit movie for some time… it was the other way..the studio wanted someone new and fresh to make Steve a hit again so they could bring in the money.

All in all, it was supposed to be a good partnership but those were talks that were never actually discussed.

Her tequila showed up and she joined him in his toast before shooting back her drink and then picked up the lemon and sucked on it…she not only did it for Steve’s enjoyment but also because she was getting several stares from other men across the room.

“What do I do for fun?” She smiled and let the end of the burning feeling from the tequila fade before she continued, “I have no husband…nor any boyfriend.” Before he could ask why, she shrugged, “I’m too busy working on my career…perhaps, in the future, when I find the right person, I will settle down. But right now..” she shook her head, “No one.”

With that, she spoke the truth. Back in Italy, she was under tight reign by her agent and of course, her parents. Yes, which also meant she was still a virgin.

Although she knew much about the famous director, Catalina leaned back in her seat, a little more relax from the drinks she’d had so far, “What about your Mr. Olsen, surely you have a wife at home….”

 

[LitShark]

“Oh God, no!” Steve abrupted, when Catalina asked about his marital status. Steve greatly preferred a rotation system and deeply despised commitment, “no wife, no kids, no anchors or chains of any sort—life moves much better that way. Now, we’re finally getting somewhere…”

Steve quickly polished off the rest of his drink and ordered another round of tequila shots for the table with an elaborate hand gesture to the bartender. When the waiter passed a few moments later to bring them their food, the bartender added the drinks to his tray on the way over to their table. The waiter served Catalina first and then Steve, setting down their plates and arranging the glasses of liquor around the plates. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Steve ordered a bottle of ’72 Bordeaux before sending the waiter away.

“The more you drink, the more you resemble someone I can work with, Miss Catalina,” Steve smiled, seeming much less adversarial and combative than before, raising a glass shot of tequila in her direction, “to the Bahamas.”

As Steve’s glass clinked off of Catalina’s he quickly drained the contents, barely even tasting it as his mouth was mostly numb from the cocaine. He began eating his rare steak dispassionately—it was a good steak, even better since he knew that the studio would reimburse him the $50 that the premium aged cut cost, but the exquisiteness of the stake was mostly lost on him, with his face and mouth as numb as they were.

“Take it from me, someone who’s done this Hollywood feature routine several times already, everything goes much more smoothly when the director and star are getting along,” Steve remarked after swallowing a mouthful of steak—it ought to have been mentioned that this was especially true for Steve, who hadn’t directed a feature in which he wasn’t fucking the lead actress since film school, “I’ll bet that you fill out a bikini really well.”

*-*-*

The rest of dinner progressed much in the same way, with Steve drinking heavily and making offhanded remarks about Catalina’s sexual attractiveness and her trying to remain polite while defending herself against his doubts that she could effectively carry a Hollywood feature. Overall, though, the night had gone fairly well—Catalina eventually drank enough to be interesting by Steve’s standards and he only excused himself to the bathroom once to touch up his coke buzz.

After dinner, Steve was leaning across Catalina’s shoulders as they made their way out front to meet their cars.

“It’s too early to call it a night just yet,” Steve protested, as Catalina was leading him toward his chartered town car, “why don’t we save the studio a few bucks and continue this little tete-a-tete at your place. I want to get a look at you in a bikini, so I’ll know better how to light you when we’re on the beach in Treasure Cay.”

Ordinarily, Steve might have been trying to persuade his young starlet back to his home in the hills, but as he was still uncertain about if Anna would still be there, or her state of undress. It was much better to avoid that disaster, or at least postpone it until they were leaving for the shoot. In reality, Steve had made up his mind about Catalina, she was beautiful and sincere, and he was certain that she’d do an incredible job with the role. All that remained to be seen was if she could play ball. As far as Steve was concerned, he still had all the leverage. He was the established name in Hollywood, and even if he couldn’t get Catalina fired, there were a million and one ways that a director could make an actress’ life miserable on set, and Steve wasn’t above any of them.

“What do you say? I’d like to see where you’re living, maybe I can help you find something better.”

 

[zydrate]

What a sad thing to say… thought Catalina as she took a sip of water and continued to listen to the man in front of her. She knew better than to judge because this was a man who could make or break her early start in Hollywood. Sure, she had a good following back home, but that was about it. She knew if she compared herself the stars out there today, she was not what one considered competition.

“The more you drink, the more you resemble someone I can work with, Miss Catalina, to the Bahamas.”

As much as she didn’t want to drink anymore, Catalina knew that if she turned him down or refused the drink, he would surely be upset. And no, that’s not how she wanted to start the night. So, she picked up her drink and raised it to his, toasting him and saying, “To the Bahamas.” She quickly downed it and tried not to make a face to the bitter after taste and the burn that lingered on the back of her throat.

She then proceeded to help herself to some of his fries that came with the steak. She knew the fatty food wasn’t good for her but at least it would take away the taste of the alcohol and lessen the effect of it.

*****

Finally, dinner was over, and Catalina had a slight buzz going but it wasn’t enough to make her completely unaware of what was going on. So far, Steve seemed like a jerk, who would redeem himself only to fall back into the jerk category. But that was all good and well because all she had to do was work for him… then, when the day’s shooting was over, she would retreat to her trailer…apartment, whatever it was they would provide for her and not see him again until the next time they worked together.

He had stated that he wanted to come to her place and before Catalina could protest, she realized she didn’t want him driving in his drunken state…so rather than pushing him away, she took his keys from him and stood there in the chilly night air before nodding at his suggestion, “OK, but only because I don’t want you driving around like this.” She said before helping him in the car and then getting in on the driver’s side. To be truthful, she didn’t have her license, but she did know how to drive.

It didn’t take them long to reach her place and again, she had to help him not to stagger so much. When they arrived behind closed doors of her place, she couldn’t help but practically fall with him as they sat on the couch. “You are not going anywhere and I’m not going to model anything for you. You’re going to stay here and sober up before you have to go home…” She told him… of course, the way he acted during dinner should have alarmed her but here she was, treating him like one of her drunk uncles back home…in fact, she even muttered something in Italian as got up from the couch…

 

[LitShark]

Catalina agreed to bring him home with her much easier than Steve was expecting. She made a flimsy excuse about not wanting him to drive, he didn’t correct her by mentioning that he’d taken a chartered car to the restaurant. Instead he just agreed to let her drive him to her place with a sinister grin on his face. He was used to this old game by now, the push and pull—cat and mouse. She’d probably try to tell him that nothing was going to happen, pretend like going home together meant something different to her, that she’d only wanted to make sure he got home safe, but it didn’t make any sense for her to take him back to her house if that was all she wanted.

Steve thought of nothing but how hard he was going to fuck this little Italian bitch on the drive back to her squatty little rental. It was halfway decent, for being as close as it was to Hollywood Blvd. She lived alone, too—not a cheap endeavor on this side of the hills. She likely had a decent savings account, from her Italian exploits, but without this move, she’d be sure to burn through her nest egg in no time. Steve made a mental note to exploit this knowledge, if he needed it.

When she helped him out of the car, he helped himself to a handful of her firm, round ass through her tight dress. If she noticed, she pretended not to and led him inside, depositing him onto the couch. She joined him on the couch momentarily, it was here that she attempted to lay down the law. So it was to be that game, was it? She wasn’t the first to talk tough to him like this, to lay down specific terms of what would and wouldn’t happen. He doubted that she’d be the last, either. But he wasn’t about to let her have the last word, either.

Steve snatched Catalina’s wrist as she turned away from him and held her fast, pulling her back toward the couch to land in his lap.

“Don’t be that way Catalina, I thought that we were finally getting along. I’m not the sort of man that you want to act that way with, believe me. This will be better for everyone if you play ball. You’re single, no husband, no boyfriend, and you brought me back here to your place. We both know that it wasn’t for my wellbeing or your concern over my sobriety. I came here to fuck, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

With her petite body in his lap, it was easy to reach under her and grasp her breast tightly in a clenched palm, not trying to stimulate, but rather to bend her flesh into compliance. He lowered his face to hers and dragged his tongue slowly from her collarbone to her chin. The pretense was down, he was a predator, she was prey and caught. He wasn’t about to let you go.

“Play nice and you can move out of this piece-of-shit duplex, actually have a career as a Hollywood actress. If you won’t, I’ll tell the studio that you drugged me and brought me back here against my will. You’ll never work again anywhere, in any country. You’ll be put in American prison, most likely. Forced to live life as some fat chola’s face rag, and no one will even remember your name in a month. They’ll believe me, too. Young, eager little sluts like you try to weasel their way into the biz all the time.”

For emphasis, Steve released Catalina’s breast and reached back to swat her firm ass hard through her skin-tight skirt.

“Tell me why you brought me here. If you don’t give me the right answer, things can get a lot worse for you. Little bitch.”

 

[zydrate]

The grip he had on her wrist was extremely pain and it made Catalina cry out in pain but more surprise. She tried to yank it away but his hold on her only tightened more. It was then he yanked harder and it made her fall onto his lap and she could immediately smell the liquor on his breath as he spoke to her. Even though she understood what he was saying to her, she, on instinct, couldn't help but try to get away but when he grabbed her breast and squeezed hard, she cried out again and her free hand when to his hand and tried to pry it away.

At the moment, she was on the defensive...despite his words. It was then he ran his tongue along her flesh and she couldn't help but cry out at the fact that he had her over powered.

"But I didn't drug you!" She said in defiance and struggled once more, hoping to break free of his hold. "Please, don't do this!!" She pleaded with him and it was then he released his bruising grip on her breast.... only to have her ass slapped hard, making her yelp in shock!

She shook her head and didn't want to say what he wanted, but all he had said was true! He was powerful and she was a foreigner...who would the police believe?! She hadn't bother to answer him as her thoughts were all over the place and soon, another painful slap came to get her attention. "I-I..." she said, unable to bring herself to say what he wanted to hear. She refused to cry as it would show she was weak and he was getting to her. Was her career really worth all this?!

No, but her self worth was! "Fuck you, asshole!!" She said as she stomped the heel of her shoe on his foot but it didn't have the affect she was hoping as he was still holding her... and it was then she knew she was in deep trouble. On sheer panic mode, she started to scream out for help!!

 

[LitShark]

Steve flinched and grunted when Catalina stomped on his foot with her high heels, but he only gripped her tighter, his left hand finding purchase on her firm breast while his right arm wrapped around her slender waist. When she started screaming, he released her chest and quickly clapped his hand over her mouth, silencing her protests and pulling her head back against his chest, arching her long, picturesque neck across his shoulder.

“Shut up, whore!” Steve hissed against Catalina’s throat, his middle two fingers dipping into her mouth, pinching her tongue between them, “you’re not going to fight me off, you’re not going to get away. Got it? Now, you can either be a good girl, get fucked like you’re practically begging to be and still have a movie contract—or you can keep fighting me, in which case I’ll beat your fucking face in so bad that you won’t be fit to model gloves and then fuck you bloody. What’s it gonna be, slut?”

Without waiting for an answer, Steve moved his hand up under Catalina’s tight dress, roughly pulling her tiny panties to one side until the elastic snapped and the remnants of the once lacey garment fell useless around her thigh. He started by pinching down on her clit, rubbing tiny circles against her until its little, bean-shaped outline became clear, then he began squeezing and stroking it, wanting her to squirm against his body.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Just let yourself go,” Steve continued to whisper against her neck, the fingers inside her mouth now stretching her lips away from her teeth, forcing her to keep her mouth open. “I don’t want to hurt you, Catalina. I want to make you feel good, I want to watch your face as you taste ecstasy so I know what to look for when I’m shooting you. But nothing comes between me and my art, not you, not the studio and not your little, small-town, bumpkin hang-ups. This is Hollywood, bitch and you’ve got to go along to get along.”

With that, Steve plunged two thick fingers into Catalina’s unprepared, little slit, curling them toward her naval from the inside as he began pumping with his arm, making a wet sloshing sound inside her. His other hand slid further down her statuesque neck, gripping her by the throat to demonstrate control, his hand tightening around her windpipe any time she would resist or make a noise that he deemed unappreciative. After a while, clear beads of moisture were splashing down around her thighs.

“That’s right, get that pussy nice and wet for the director. I’m going to fuck this little hole to pieces and you’re going to be thanking me before I’m done.”