Your Mellisa Manes, though while performing, you go by your stage name, Amelia Assets, a tribute to your pair of huge, natural F-cup tits, which are your primary claim to what little fame you've managed to acquire so far, but with the breast enhancing technology available today, that alone isn't enough to make you a star, and allow you to acquire the level of fame and fortune you've been wanting ever since you got started in the bizz about a year ago, the very day you'd turned eighteen, not even bothering to finish high school first.
Ever since you went through puberty and started becoming interested in sex you've known that being a porn star was the job you were destined for, something that became even more apparent to you as you continued to grow up and your massive breasts started to develop. You're sort of a sex addict, willing to sleep with most anyone who asks you, regardless of whether their male or female, and kinky enough that your willing to indulge almost any fetish they might have, no matter how bizarre. Or at least, that's what you thought before you began working for your current employer.
Having never had a good relationship with your parents, you'd ran away from home when you were sixteen. You managed to avoid all the pimps and drug dealers, and, after acquiring a fake ID you'd managed to find a job working as a stripper for one of the local clubs. You'd done that for a couple of years, and built up quite the reputation for yourself in local circles.
That part hadn't been hard, as with your hot body, thin but curvy in all the right placed and barely over five feet tall, smooth toned sexy legs, long curly blonde hair, perfect tan, fine features, big bright blue eyes, cute little nose, full pouty lips, and your massive set of all natural F-cup tits, your being hired was all but a forgone conclusion. Even though the manager of the club had seen right through your fake ID, all it had taken was one glimpse of your hot naked body, and a quick demonstration of your oral skills to convince him that you were plenty old enough to work there, and he'd even been kind enough to set you up with a new ID, far better than the one you'd come in with. You enjoyed working for the club, and sure it more than paid the bills, but you'd never become a star doing just that you'd soon realized, and started asking around for anyone with a contact in the porn industry.
That part wasn't hard either, as there were several of your fellow strippers that worked part time for one of the local porn distributors, a small time studio that mainly specialized in amateur films. You'd gotten in touch with their contact, and sent in a couple of audition tapes. Once the producers at the studio reviewed the tapes, and saw how sexy you were, they'd hired you on the spot. Coincidentally, your first film shoot had been on your eighteenth birthday, and so far, it was the best birthday you've ever had.
You'd worked for them for about six months or so, performing in number of films, though not staring in any of them, before you'd gotten a job offer from a representative of one of the larger studios,TFetish.com, by the name of Nathan Huggins. He'd offered to make you a star if you'd just sign their contract, praising you for your beauty, and your performance in front of the camera, stating that you were exactly the sort of girl his studio needed for a brand new type of porn that he claimed would revolutionize the industry, and make the both of you rich beyond your wildest dreams. Still being young and naive, and with visions of stardom dancing in your head, you bought into it hook, line, and sinker, and signed the contract without the slightest hesitation.
It was only latter that you learned the truth. Nathan is a snake, plain and simple. Though it paid fairly well, the contract you'd signed had placed you into virtual slavery to the studio, and obligated you to do essentially whatever they told you to, no matter how weird, sick, or depraved, or else you risked loosing your job, as well as facing charges for breach of contract. You were far from the first he'd done that sort of thing to either, as most of your fellow actors and actresses you'd talked to had similar contracts.
The part about loosing your job wouldn't have been so bad, as you still believed you could get a better job with another studio if you put your mind to it, but the second... The penalty you'd have to pay for a breach of contract amounted to far more money than you'd made in your entire life up to this point, so much so, that even if you did manage to become a star, it would still likely be years before you would ever see a single dime of your hard earned income. Unfortunately, the whole thing was totally legal, there was nothing you could do. You really should have learned a bit more about the studio in question first, and actually read the contract they'd given you before signing it.
Tfetish.com produced fetish films, just as their name implied, but they weren't normal fetishes, like bondage, anal, shemale porn, and the like, no those you could have dealt with without so much as batting an eyelash.
No, what TFetish produced was far weirder, and in some cases, far worse, than that, making most normal fetishes seem positively normal by comparisons. TFetish only went in for the sort of fetishes that no one else would touch, the kind of weird shit that no one else COULD produce, because they lacked access to the strange experimental technology's, and even magic, that TFetish used on a daily basis to produce their films. Transgender, Giantess, shrinking, vore, scat, transgender, even animal transformations, you'd played bit parts in all of them, and hated most of it, especially one particular scene in the film
Dog Pound Pounding 3, the one movie you've actually gotten to star in so far, during which they'd turned you into a toy poodle, and had allowed you to be gang raped by a bunch of horny dobermans. Some of it had actually been fairly pleasurable though, such as the first time they'd turned you into a guy, and you'd got to see what it was like to be the one doing the fucking for a change, rather than being on the receiving end like usual.
After having been thrust into one shit roll after another for the past few months, you're now thoroughly sick of it, and wondering if Nathans promises of stardom were just that, promises, empty and without meaning, and are seriously starting to wonder if it wouldn't be better to just go ahead and quit, penalties be damned. As you head into work for the day however, expecting another pet session, or maybe a giantess vore scene with you as one of the victims, what you don't know is that your about to receive the chance you've been waiting for all this time, and it could well have a significant impact on your career, and maybe even your lifestyle from now on.
As you walk into the studio, and join with a group of other actors and actresses waiting to find out about their rolls the films the studio's shooting today, one of the support crew spots and starts walking over.
As she approaches, you take the opportunity to look her over more closely, as she's actually rather cute, in a nerdy sort of way, and you wouldn't mind spending a little time with her in a more private location after today's shoot is over if she happens to be into the idea. She's Caucasian, somewhere in her early twenty's if you had to guess, making her just a few years older than you, not wearing much in the way of make-up, dressed in a fairly generic businesses casual outfit, consisting of a white collared button up blouse, grey vest and slacks, and a set of black ladies dress shoes with a one inch heel. Her face has sort of a girl next door look about it, more cute than pretty, with pale skin with a light dusting of freckles, a small pert nose, large, innocent blue eyes, partially hidden behind a pair of reading glasses, and framed by a few unruly of strands her auburn colored hair that have managed to escape from the pony tail she's tied the rest of it into. Her lips, while not overly full, aren't especially thin either, and have a natural pink color to them that you like very much. As for the girls body, she's a bit skinny without being anorexic, with a nice set of C- cup breasts, and what looks to be a nice tight bubble butt, though it's hard to tell through the loose fitting slacks she's got on. A quick glance at her name tag gives you her name as well. Apparently she's named Emily, something you'll have to remember so that you can look her up once today's performance is done with.
Once she's close enough, the girl calls out to you. "Hey Mellisa, your wanted ______________ right away." the girl informs you.
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