Jack scanned me for a moment. I didn’t know whether he was examining my appearance or my motives. Neither one made me feel comfortable. “Harriet, what do you have in mind?”
“Anything you want,” I said with a smile. “I’ll do anything as long as it sends work Harold’s way.”
He shook his head. I knew that casting directors weren’t miracle workers. However, I wasn’t about to leave empty handed. “Harold’s got talent but it’s hard to line up work for him on such short notice.”
I puffed out my lips and said. “Like I said, anything you want.”
Jack was silent for a moment.
My heart raced.
Had he discovered my true identity?
Finally, he said. “What are you offering?”
I saw him grin with a telltale look in his eyes. I knew what he had one thing on his mind. “Anything you want, Jack.”
He leaned back in his chair. “If I get Harold in to read a few scripts, could I have you give me a… sensual audition for me?”
I saw straight through his innuendo. “Deal.”
After locking the door and telling his secretary to not interrupt him, Jack got up and sat beside me. He began by cupping my breasts. I was thankful that they were just pieces of gel under a few layers of a padded bra since he would’ve felt my heart beat like a trip hammer.
The man seemed to be pleased. Jack didn’t even suspect he was caressing a fake set of tits. “I can’t believe Harold didn’t tell me about you…”
I flashed a smile. “I’m all yours, Jack. I’ll even give you the best blowjob of your life.”
He was really getting into it. Thumbing my breasts, he looked up and asked. “Is that so?”
“I’ll give you the best sucking you’ve ever experienced,” I said confidently. After my encounter with Alex, I believed in my talent. “And you give Harold the best paying role you can find.”
Jack’s eyes lit up. “That’s a pretty big claim.”
Getting down on my knees, I replied. “One way to find out.”
I just needed to win him over and I was home free. Harold would have regular acting job and I wouldn’t have to go around giving blowjobs. Not that I minded sucking a man’s cock.
Just unbuckling his belt got a reaction out of Jack. “Oh yeah…”
His hands roamed through my hair as I gingerly unzipped his pants. His hard erection could be seen underneath his boxer-briefs. It was a raging hard-on that seemed to almost tear through the fabric. I pulled down them down and his cock sprang up.
It was huge.
Much bigger than Alex’s prick.
I gingerly touched it and felt its warmth. It was like being sat in front of a large meal. I didn’t know where to even beginning.
Lust and instinct took over in place of my reluctance. I began stroking him with a hand. I wasn’t even thinking about the favors he could do for me. I just wanted to please him for the sake of it. It wasn’t anything like my time with Alex where I wanted to get him off as soon as possible.
Jack groaned and praised my stroking. “Damn, you’re as good as you said you were.”
I began using both of my hands. He was big enough to require it. Soon, my hands worked in tandem to please his bulging shaft.
I felt a sense of pride over the effect I was having over him. Desire was apparent on Jack’s face. I knew he would do anything for me. The man absolutely craved my touch. He didn’t give a damn about Harold but Harriet had him wrapped around her finger.
Finally, I took his long shaft into my mouth. Jack moaned as I suckled his hard erection. His mouth moved but all I heard as gibberish. He was too busy enjoying the sensation of shoving his cock deep into my throat.
It wasn’t easy having so much cock in my mouth. He was longer and wider than Alex had been. Nevertheless, I slowly sucked the entire length of his thick prick.
Jack groaned and ran his fingers through my hair. “So fucking good…”
His words encouraged me to bob my head up and down. With each dip of my head, I took in more and more of his hard cock. He was going deep within my throat. My experience with Alex had helped me prepare for an intrusion like this.
Soon, he was hard as stone and slick as a well-mopped kitchen floor. The bulb-like head of his cock dripped with my saliva. I reached to cup his balls before stroking the part of his shaft that wasn’t in my mouth. That set Jack off and he grunted loudly. I was thankful for the fact that we were in his private office.
“Oh… Harriet,” he groaned, trying to hold back his impending climax. “Please, let me fuck you. I’ll give you any role you want!”
That would be a bit of a problem since I didn’t have a cunt for him to dip his prick in. However, I had another orifice for him to fuck. “Put your cock in my ass!”
I wasn’t sure what had processed me to say that. I was drunk on the power I had over him. At this point, I didn’t even care about the favors Jack could provide me as a casting director.
He didn’t have to be told twice as he turned me over and bent me down. I lifted up my skirt and revealed my sexy lingerie panties. I looked over my shoulder to see Jack enjoying what he saw.
There was no backing down now. A sense of exhibitionism had completely taken over my body. I shifted my panties so that my asshole was exposed. However, my cock was neatly hidden from view. “Come on, fuck my ass!”
I noticed Jack move forward with a hand holding the base of his shaft. His prick was dripping with pre-cum. I felt the tip of his shaft touch my tight nether orifice.
It would be my first time being penetrated there. It had been strictly exit only at this point. Now, Jack’s saliva-slick cock would fuck my ass.
There was a brief pause.
Then, his cock entered me.
My body immediately tightened around the intruding member like a noose. I took in a lungful of air and endured the discomfort. With time, my body relaxed enough for him to penetrate me deeper. I gritted my teeth as he made his way. Inch by inch, he stretched my ass wide.
After a moment, I got used enough for the pain to subside in favor of newfound pleasure. Jack’s throbbing cock was embedded deep within my ass. I could feel his pubic hair brush against my buttocks. He gripped my hips and grunted. “Damn, you’re tight!”
It honestly wasn’t as painful as I feared. Jack began to steadily pump in and out of me. His balls slapped against my ass whenever he thrust his shaft in me. Each time he entered me, Jack made sure he came in hard. Soon, he buried himself to the hilt.
By now, I could bear the pain and enjoy the bolt of pleasure tingling throughout my body. I didn’t even care about the favor Jack would be doing me. I just wanted to be fucked by him.
Jack seemed to be lost in the act. It seemed like he could go on and on. I looked behind to see him with a look of pure bliss on his face. He changed his method of thrusting and we found a comfortable rhythm.
He was hitting all the right parts. My body slumped and submitted to his pumping motions. Ecstasy tingled throughout my body. These bolts of pleasure shot across the length of my body. I started moaning in delirium as my knees buckled. “That’s it, Jack! Fuck me! Harder!”
That sent him into overdrive. He came down hard on me as my body shivered in ecstasy. I chanted in rhythm with his thrusts. I had to make sure I only moaned in Harriet’s voice. Thankfully, days of dressing up as her had made even yelling in pleasure seem like second nature.
Down below, my cock was getting hard. I was thankful for the lingerie I had picked out. Otherwise, my erection would slipped out and dangled below.
Nevertheless, I was coming hard into my lingerie. It was more intense than anything I had ever experienced before. Strangely enough, it was purely from having Jack fuck my ass. I hadn’t even put a finger on my cock.
For that matter, I wasn’t the only one coming. Jack gripped my hips and buried his shaft in me. Finally, he came hard inside of me. He filled up the depths of my bowels with his hot come. He kept spurting into me for the next
few seconds.
Finally, Jack exited out of me as he sticky come leaked out of me. He took a deep breath, wiped the sweat off his face, and said. “Holy fuck…”
After we cleaned up, Jack swore he would find work for Harold. He also said he had some other acting roles for me. To be more precise, the roles didn’t involve having my ass fucked.
I thanked him and went on my way.
At home, I thought about my future. Harold would get a role but he wouldn’t necessarily have steady work lined up for him. I’d have to keep on doing this for his sake. On the other hand, people were dying to meet with Harriet.
I thought of an idea.
When Jack called about the job offer, it was Harriet who answered. “Hello? This is Harriet.”
“Harriet?” he said. “Is Harold there?”
I replied in Harriet’s sexy voice. “I’m sorry to say that he’s moved out. He left me his condo.”
It wasn’t far from the truth. As Harold, I had told the condominium association that I was moving out and Harriet was moving in. They were fine as long as she could pay the bills. In fact, they seemed to prefer having a sexy woman in the neighborhood.
“That’s too bad,” he replied. “I had a job in mind for him.”
I giggled. “I don’t suppose you have some work for me?
Jack chuckled. “I’ll always have something for you.”
“I’ll warn about one thing,” I said with a smile. “My schedule is packed.”
Indeed, Harriet’s career was picking up. After leaving Jack’s office, I had auditioned for other roles. To my surprise, I beat out actual women for some of the roles. They actually paid more than most of the jobs I had received as Harold.
Then again, I was becoming a natural at this. Within weeks, I had begun a successful career as a young starlet. I discreetly changed my identity from Harold to Harriet through legal channels. It felt like having a fresh start. I had newfound confidence in my acting abilities as Harriet.
It was light, camera, show time for Harriet!
“Chase, you’re going transfer to that school in Thailand and that’s final!”
I knew an ultimatum when I heard one.
I wasn’t exactly happy about taking a year abroad to study in Thailand as part of a student exchange program. Most other college students would’ve been insanely jealous of the opportunity I had received. The wanted to broaden their horizons and meet new people. On the other hand, I just wasn’t the adventurous type.
You see, I took comfort in the familiar. I didn’t mind living in the same dorm, eating the same food, and going to the same classes day after day. I liked my small yet tightly knit circle of close friends.
Nonetheless, my parents signed me up to transfer to a Thai college for a year. It was prestigious school called The Kampa Polytechnic School. Of course, I was perfectly happy with the school I was currently attending.
The student exchange program would pay for my tuition if I agreed to take part in it. Seeing dollar signs, my father agreed and signed me off on my behalf. He was paying for my college classes so I had no choice but to agree.
I hated that I had no say in the matter. I felt like a piece of mail being carted off halfway across the world. It was like being shipped off to fight a war in some Godforsaken country. I missed my creature comforts if I so much as visited Canada.
I knew arguing with my dad was useless. He had already made up his mind. If he told me to jump, then I had to ask how high.
I had to admit I was a bit ignorant of Thailand. It seemed like some strange, mystical place in the east. Hell, they were technically still ruled by a king.
Most of what I knew came from movies and gossip. The capital, Bangkok, seemed like a dangerous place for a student like me. I read that gangs owned its streets.
I’d miss all of the friends I had made over the past year. My time with them had been so short. These people looked like me and spoke my language. How would I connect with Thai students?
I wasn’t even sure I wanted to study there and continue my engineering degree in Bangkok. I resolved to lock myself in my bedroom. I would shut myself from the outside world.
I knew it sounded pathetic. I was acting like a child performing a temper tantrum. I just didn’t know what to do.
I was scared to travel to Thailand. I had never even been to Asia before. The whole ordeal seemed terrifying. Bangkok was home to all manner of strange peccadillos. The nightlife there seemed completely alien to me.
It was this strange, exotic place that wasn’t made for the likes of me. I was afraid it would corrupt me. It would turn me into something I wasn’t.
With time, I submitted to my fate. I just had to keep my head down and muscle my way through the year of college. It would pass like a bad dream and I’d be right back in America.
I felt like crying again but I was just too damn tired. I knew I would miss the comforts and luxuries of living in America. Most of all, I would miss my friends.
I decided to do some research on Thailand. If I was going there, then it would help to be prepared. I needed real knowledge instead of something I could learn from a cheesy martial arts film. As much as I hated to admit it, this trip could become a learning experience for a perpetual shut-in like me.
Through an internet forum, I got in contact with students who had transferred to Thailand. They had the complete opposite experience I had expected from such a trip. They showed photos of themselves having the time of their lives.
Instead of a desolate waste, Thailand was a bright and beautiful place. The cities bustled with people. The forests were dense with local wildlife. The food looked amazing. Practically all of the study abroad students had gone native with Thai clothing.
I wasn’t exactly sure what to ask them. I decided to speak about my apprehension about going abroad. To my surprise, they were quite understanding of my plight.
Some of the others had been in situations similar to mine. They too had faced ultimatums about transferring to another school. Some of them needed to transfer in order to continue their degree or keep their scholarships.
The other study abroad students shared everything with me. They shared their initials fears about the student exchange program. Like me, some of them had never left their home country. Over time, they overcame their apprehension and enjoyed their stay in Thailand.
It helped me to relax about the trip aboard. The others weren’t mollycoddling me. They told me to give Thailand and its people a chance. Perhaps, I could become a better person from this experience.
Over the following months, I immersed myself in Thai culture to prepare for the trip. I ate Thai food and learned their language. I’d probably be able to continue my language studies abroad and improve my meager skills.
I also spent time with my college friends. I wouldn’t be able to see them for a year so I made the most of my time with them. It would be difficult to call each other reliably due to the differences in time zones. We decided to email each other regularly. At least, I’d be able to come home for the holidays.
Going away for a year wasn’t the end of the world. I still had a home to come back to. Maybe Thailand would change me for the better. I made a promise to myself to go to Thailand with an open mind.
I even phoned my parents and thanked them for the opportunity. They seemed shocked at my sudden change in attitude. I couldn’t blame them. I had been moping around for days when I first heard about my father’s plan.
“I’m going to fine,” I said with a smile, cradling the phone. “It’s going to be a great experience.”
I could hear my mother sob with pride. “We’ll miss you, Chase. Please, make some time for us before you leave.”
I did just that.
I spent my last days in America having the time of my life. I moved back home for the summer and helped my parents with chores and yardwork. I met up with my old high school friends. I stopped being a wallflower and attended parties. Each day was lived to the fullest.
> My college friends even threw me a surprise party. They brought out a huge cake and we had a blast. We took a lot of photos and I had the brightest smile on my face. It would be a nice souvenir to show off in Thailand.
That got me thinking about the people I would meet at my new school. I wasn’t sure about making new friends. Even if we got close, I would have to leave them after a year.
Then again, I couldn’t just be a shut-in for an entire year. I would have to meet with other students. If nothing else, I needed friends to help kill time with.
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