I always wanted to be a star. To be famous. I don’t know if that was something I wanted or something my mom wanted me to want, but the result was the same. Modeling gigs, singing lessons, dancing lessons, competitions. I did them all. The lights and faces all on me, the applause, it was intoxicating before I knew what that word meant. I just knew I craved attention, needed it. It was the only time I ever felt real or alive. To be ordinary was to swim in an ocean of gray.

Of course, being a young and attractive girl that thrived on attention, I learned a bit about men earlier than most. The lingering hugs, the leering stares, the hidden glances at my slim figure, my slim lines. Despite being really too busy to have any relationships or date, I knew what it was like for an older man to hug me, the bulge in his pants pressing against my belly. The lust in their eyes, the “accidental” touches. It was par for course. I knew some girls who had it worse. We all did. Some seemed to visit the coach after a session and they’d come out quiet, crying softly. But then, despite not doing as well, they’d get a first spot or top billing. We didn’t say anything. That was how everything worked.

I was spared that, growing up, but my mom, she wanted my stardom as much, if not more than I did. Coaches, agents, they visited our house a lot. She went on dates with people who might be able to help. I grew up listening to her sounds in the bedroom, just to give me an edge. I didn’t always understand, but on some level I knew. And sometimes, well, she’d let them touch, nothing too graphic, just lingering long enough to be inappropriate. Shared or let them take pictures of me in my nightgown, or less. Not naked, but near enough. I sat on enough laps to learn what was going on as they stroked my back or rested their hand on my ass. It was the “price” to get ahead.

But I never did, not enough, not early on anyway. I made decent money but nothing special, nothing to justify all the hard work. Not till my sophmore year was almost over, having turned 16 only a month before, when an agent spotted me while shopping of all things. Not even trying to work at all and that’s when my opportunity came. She talked to me, told me of what they could bring, what they could offer me, if I just signed the dotted line. Even if I was hesitant, my mom wouldn’t let me pass up the chance. School, normalcy, they all could wait until later, this was my “moment” she declared. I had to take it. So I did.

It went well at first, they had us come in, had me exhaust myself dancing and singing to evaluate me, dress up over a dozen times in different clothes. Long fancy dresses, short skirts, almost naked to barely showing skin. They took hundreds of photos, casual to seductive to slutty, the agent watching, licking his lips the entire time. I felt dirty as he watched, always commenting on my slim form, how young I looked. Every opportunity he could he made sure to pat my butt to tell me I was doing a good job.

Then, near the end of the day, I was in a halter top that barely covered me, a short skirt and panties that left me exposed if I moved much at all, that we were all sitting down. I was soaked in sweat, tired, but glowing as this was the biggest chance I’d ever had. They weren’t talking about a commercial appearance on local TV, but a full on music tour. Not as the lead of course, but as an opening act for an group they’d just hired on. No one world famous but still, I’d be traveling around the country, getting recognition along with heavy social media saturation. Stepmom did most of the talking. She’d done that before. Her job was to talk, mine was to sit there and be pretty. So I crossed my legs and nodded, noticing his hands graze her legs, her fake laugh at every joke of his. I figured she’d disappear to his office or send me home while they talked “business”. They got up while I drank some water, watching them from a distance. They grew animated, as he waved a finger at her, then pointed at me. It grew silent for only a moment and then they talked some more and he walked off to his office.

Stepmom came over to me, all smiles as she fussed with my hair, stroking my cheek. Then she sat down and told me that she’d wait for me in the car. That he needed a bit of convincing to seal the deal and that I had to be a good girl. She asked me if I understood and I did. I wish I didn’t but she gripped my hands hard and told me to do what I had to do. And with that, my mom sent me off to the office to be a whore.

It’s different, when you’re passive. Letting them glare or touch, you just have to keep the smile on. Doesn’t even have to be sincere, they don’t care. This… this made my stomach churn as I walked to the office, knocking on the door before entering.

He was sitting on the edge of his desk, sipping brandy or whiskey or something. I came in and he walked over to the door, turning the bolt, locking us in. He smiled as he turned on music with his phone, then walked over to me. I was short, barely 5’1” and he towered over me. He walked around me, his fingertips trailing along my body. Then he sat in his chair and looked at me.

“Do you want to be a star?” he asked. I nodded, too nervous to speak and he said prove it. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it, eyes locked on mine. I walked over, uncertain and scared, my heart racing. When I stood before him he grabbed my hand and put it on his cock, the heat intense, I could feel his pulse. I had given a clumsy handy before at a party and started to do the same when he pushed down on my shoulders, parting his legs. I knelt and felt his hand slide to the back of my head, shoving me down. I resisted for a second and he pulled harder, so I relented. And for only the second time in my life, I had a cock in my mouth.

I was trying to lick the sides, pumping him with my hand, but he wasn’t wanting that. He shoved down harder and just started thrusting while jerking my head up and down almost violently. I was gagging, choking instantly, drooling all over the place. I gripped his legs and he grabbed an arm and twisted it so bad I cried.

“Don’t fucking do that. ” he yelled. Then he stroked my face, my tears and pulled up his camera. “You want to be a star right?” Then I heard pictures being taken as I nodded yes. Then he put his camera down and resumed throat fucking me. I tried to take it, I really did, but it wasn’t long before my body revolted against the abuse. I jerked away and vomited in the trash can, heaving. When I looked up, he was smiling, filming it on his camera. Then he told me to smile. I did, more flashes.

He then pulled up my top, looking at my small B’s, perky, nipples hard, as he pulled off the halter top and took more shots as I started crying. That just made him smile more as he jerked my hand to his cock, making me stroke it. Then he pulled down my skirt, the sheer pink panties they had given me. He made me spread myself, taking more pictures. I was sobbing by then, as he touched me, sliding his hand along my hairless slit.

“Are you really hairless?” he asked, touching me, making me tremble.

“N…. no. My mom makes me shave there, ” I said, embarrassed, red eyed. Then he pushed his fingers in me slowly, filming himself, then he stopped, pulling them out and licking them.

“You’re a virgin?” he asked. I nodded meekly, laughing. “Well, I wouldn’t want to ruin that, ” was all he said before flipping me over on the desk. I felt him massage my ass, which felt nice, then part it, teasing it. I sobbed as he grabbed my hips, begging him now to stop. I felt something cold smeared on me after he opened a drawer.

“Do you want to be a star?” was what he asked. I didn’t. I didn’t want none of it, it was my mom’s dream, I just wanted to be normal. I wanted to quit.

“…… yes….. ” was all I muttered. I felt pressure and then I screamed as he turned up the music, pushing inside my guts. I felt like I was getting torn apart and while he started slow, soon he was slamming into my ass. I just collapsed like a rag doll on his desk, sobbing hysterically as he reamed my ass, taking its virginity. If anything, my occasional screams encouraged him, he’d pull out slowly, then slam in again. Apparently I made a bit of a mess, which made him angry, slapping my ass a dozen times, but he didn’t stop. Then he stiffened suddenly as warmth filled my guts. I laid under his body as he breathed hard, before pulling out of me, wet farts escaping my body. I couldn’t move. Everything hurt. He walked over and grabbed a towel, wiping his cock off. Then, he pulled me off and shoved my head down.

I didn’t even taste anything as I cleaned it off, as he told me to clean him up. I was numb to the world, just going through the motions. Later, on the drive home, I’d realize what the taste in my mouth was, but now, I was a numb automaton. He took more pics, then had me wipe up the mess on the floor. I asked if I could shower but he told me no. And to take those nasty towels with me. I put on my clothes, took the stained towels, and limped towards the door. As I did, I heard him tell me I was gonna be a star. He promised.

I made it to the parking lot slowly, my guts feeling busted, every step making my ass burn. I sat down and started sobbing as my mom told me she was proud of me for being a good girl. She stroked my cheek and drove off as I tasted the shit in my mouth.