Making Her Mine

by Mia Mills

  I motivate myself to stand in front of the mirror, striking some poses to try to boost my mood, but I return right back to my gloomy mood as I remember the insults from Marco.

  Living in Los Angeles hasn’t been easy; it won’t be any time until I’ve burned my savings to the ground. I didn’t expect the cost of living here to be so much of a difference from home, but I don’t want to go back. I didn’t prepare myself for a situation like this and that’s not even the worst part.

  Marco, that motherfucker, turned out to be a leech, such a predator. When he offered to help me boost my career, I didn’t realize he meant taking advantage of me and supplementing his own interest.

  He used me for his own sake, keeping his cut larger than mine. I did all the hard work and yet I am still living like a rat.

  Watch me rise, Marco! I’ve done it once and I can do it again! I tell myself as I pack my things.

  I have to get out of here. I’m going to do everything I can to get more auditions and hopefully land something right away on my next audition. Even more importantly, though I have to find a place to stay where Marco doesn’t know I am.

  I comb my hair and braid it as I stand in front of the run-down vanity mirror that came with this shabby room.

  I’m different now. I stop and stare at myself. I’m different now!

  I keep telling myself that as I look at my reflection in the mirror. You are strong! You can do this. I sturdily point myself at the mirror and tap my biceps as I flex it, feeling and looking tough in my reflection.

  Shit! I jump as I hear a knock on my door. I wear my back pack as I look through the peephole of my motel room’s door. It is Marco. What? Why is he back? How am I going to deal with this? I lean my back on the door, standing and afraid of what’s he is capable of.

  “Willow open up!” He keeps on pounding the door behind me.

  “It’s me, Marco!” I hear him screaming at the other side of the door. “I know you’re in there! Don’t hide from me bitch!” He pauses. “I own you! You can’t book yourself with other agencies! Open up, you bitch! Fuck you! Willow! You can’t run and you can’t hide from meeee!” He continues to scream and suddenly I’m more afraid than I’ve ever been.

  I look up the ceiling with no clue what to do. I slowly face the door, leaning my forehead on it, then with a rush of fear-laced adrenaline, I swing the door wide open and aim myself at Marco, tackling him hard to the ground.

  “I’m leaving! You don’t own me!” I flip my middle finger at Marco as I turn away from him. I run as fast as I can, making sure that he can’t keep up. I take huge strides as I make my escape.

  “Willooooooow!” His scream fades as I run and never look back.

  Now I look like a stray cat wandering around LA. It’s already dark but I have no place to sleep. I keep on walking until finally I hear a voice right behind me.

  “Hey there, are you okay? Dahlin, you alright??” I shudder as I turn with my fists up when I hear the dreaded endearment. “Oh my, I am sorry to scare you. Mum’s Café is now open, though, and I thought I’d as if you’d like to have breakfast inside?”

  I didn’t notice at first, but I’m standing in front of a diner. With a sweet old lady inviting me in.

  “Oh yes, I really need one.” I shake off the dirt before I walk inside and follow this sweet welcoming lady; I look at their menu and place my order as I look around, choosing to sit on the first empty table. Minutes later, the lady hands me my bacon, egg, fries, pancakes, mashed potatoes, a burger, and pineapple juice in one order. I sure can eat. I won’t be modelling long if I keep this up. Then again, I’ve barely eaten all week. Maybe I need this to keep my curves in all the right places.

  “This one’s on the house.” She gives me a big warm smile.

  “Oh wow, thank you so much,” I reply with genuine gratitude. “Honestly, I’ve barely eaten anything since yesterday,” I say. Better not tell her that it was just an apple because it was free in the motel lobby.

  “Oh, go ahead dear, fill yourself with food… Eat up.” The old lady smiles at me.

  I finish my plate like a hungry beast finishing its prey. I sit comfortably as I enjoy my cool pineapple juice. I haven’t eaten a meal this heavy since Dad died, nor even when I was earning better money. I roll my eyes.

  Yeah right, I was not really earning.

  While I drink my juice, I roam around looking at their miniature displays: vintage Harleys, retro paintings, and lots of other colorful, attractive minute things. I walk up to their bulletin board, reading through all the fliers hanging.

  My eyes sparkle as they catch a very interesting ad: “Audition for an upcoming movie,” it reads. I hop around as I sip from my cup, like a joyful child who just won a chocolate on a vending machine.

  “Are you okay, miss?” the man behind the counter asks.

  “Yes, sir! All is well.” I give him two thumbs up, smiling.

  I grab my bag as I go to the restroom. I stand in front of a mirror over the sink, my breathing feeling deep and heavy as I inhale and then exhale. This is just my luck. The smile on my face is hard to hide. I take a deep breath and prep myself.

  I splash water on my face and clean myself up; a little lipstick will do for my lips and cheeks, and I’m good to go. I step out of my old clothes to wear my mini floral dress I have in my bag.

  I am more ready than ever before. I walk out of the bathroom wearing a smile on my face, filled with confidence.

  “Thank you so much for the breakfast,” I shout over the counter. “Wish me luck guys!” I smile.

  “Break a leg!” they shout back.

  I have a good feeling about this. This could be everything I’ve ever wanted. I just have to reach out and grab it.

  Cole

  I’m busy but who cares? I can invite girls in my room whenever I want.

  “These movie auditions really get on my nerve,” I complain as hold my head on my old oak office table.

  I press a button on my phone as I beep my intern. “I need a cup of coffee,” I demand as I release the button.

  I hear a knock as my door opens.

  “Excuse me, boss, here is your coffee,” my intern shyly informs me.

  “Place it on my table,” I instruct her as she comes inside and obeys. “Lock the door. I have something for you.”

  I think I hear her gulp as she steps to the door.

  “Intern, what is your name?” I ask her as I comfortably lean my back on my office chair and rest my head on my clasped hands.

  “Nicole,” she shyly answers as she looks down.

  “Nicole…” I say her name as I place my arm on the table, keeping my hands clasped. “I need a break from all the stress I’m in, but I want this break to be a little extra special. I want you to do something.”

  I’m seducing her, but who wouldn’t be tempted? I’m handsome, hot and rich. I’m the studio executive. Girls dig it.

  I push myself back as I unzip my pants. “I know that you know what I’m talking about, but it’s up to you…” I trail off, teasing her even more. “Will you take it or leave it?”

  I’m no predator. My girls always get to decide, and they always, always decide to take my massive cock out the cage. Always.

  There is no surprise that my intern Nicole shyly walks towards me, and I twist my chair to face her, so she can stand right in front of me.

  “Wow, you’re such a good girl…now I’m going to relax on my comfy chair and you do whatever you want with this. There are condoms in that drawer.” I stroke my hard cock and pointed at the drawer of my desk.

  “Wow! What a big, hard, and long cock you have, boss…” She shyly smiles as she describes my cock, but I already fucking know that. I watch her tie her hair back before kneeling down to start stroking me.

  “Mmmhm, you have a warm hand. I like it…” I moan a little because it feels fucking awesome.

  Nicole starts to give me a blowjob, in and out as she strokes up and down.

  “Mmm.” I look down a
nd pet her head; she’s hot as fuck, so innocent and obedient. Nicole continues what she’s doing and I can see her start touching herself.

  “Oooh, you’re so hard, and I am all wet…” Nicole stands up and removes her thong. She ties her long tee up to her waist. She puts her left foot on my desk and begins to stroke her pussy.

  “Aaaah-nhhh…” she moans, then she plays with her left tit while she fingers herself.

  “Such a fucking gorgeous view,” I tell her as I grab a condom. These girls sometimes ‘forget’ and are in this for a huge payday with an executive. Safety first.

  “Would you like a piece of me in you, Nicole?” I ask her seductively. She turns around, bends and slowly fills her wet pussy with my thick cock.

  So she wants it doggie-style. I smile.

  “Aaaaahh.” She plays with her tits as I slowly fuck her. She moves her hips up and down, then I stand, pushing her to angle her down against the table, and I grab her by the hair and press her down with my other hand.

  “Hit me hard boss!” she exclaims.

  Oh, the innocence of a young wildflower, waiting to get stung by a bee.

  “Aaaah-hnn.” She moans so hard that she forgets someone might hear her. I glide in and out of her tight pussy slowly but hard.

  “You’re so tight; that is so fucking sexy.” Then I start to move faster and faster.

  Nicole squawks and moans. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Ooooh.”

  I smirk. Is it because I’m cumming or because of the sounds she’s making? But I continue anyway, fucking her harder and faster until I feel her shiver hard under my palm.

  “Oooh oooh ooh…” she continues to moan. I groan again, and this time I cum hard. I slowly glide my rock-hard dick out.

  “I’ve had better, but you made me cum,” I tell her as I zip my pants up. I sit back in my office chair. “Thank you, Nicole. You surely relaxed me today.”

  Nicole bends over to pick up her thong and puts it on swiftly, fixing her shirt at the same time. She smiles and heads to the door, keeping her head down.

  Nicole stops in the middle of my office when a knock on the door startles her. She turns and looks back at me.

  “Sir, the ladies are waiting. We start the audition in five,” my secretary informs me from behind the door.

  “Okay. I’ll head over in a minute!” I call out as I walk pass my intern.

  “Follow me,” I whisper under my breath as she fixes herself. I open my office door and head for the audition. I can hear both my secretary and intern following me.

  “Good morning, ladies!” I enthusiastically greet them as I hit the audition floor. “You all look good! My name is Cole Mitchell, the studio executive; I welcome you all here to EC. Today is our first day of auditions for the movie, so good luck!”

  I give a short speech before taking my seat at the table. I think I saw a feisty angel but when I look back, she’s gone. I must have been hallucinating or something.

  The intern starts to call in the first auditionee; nothing special about her but I let her be. I give her three minutes, but it’s just a waste of my time. It’s a definite no.

  I continue to scout potential actors; some got minor roles and some are just disappointing. Some might be potential fuck machines, sex toys, sex dolls or whatever you want to call it, but nothing more. No talent.

  I’m more concerned with finding someone to keep up with my insatiable lust. I mean, how stressed can I get if I have 50 more ladies to assess? Most people would kill for this position. Being able to command these girls to do whatever the fuck I want them to do is the best fucking job there is.

  Willow

  So this is what a studio actually looks like.

  I look up across EC Studio and stare back in the flier in my hand. Wow, so this is where they make movies? As amazed as I am, I step forward and march right in.

  The lady at the front desk is kind enough to tell me which floor it is and I just follow the signs. I kind of follow about ten arrow stickers showing the way to the movie auditions. I am so nervous; this is way different from the photo-shoot.

  “Oh, so that’s the boss…” murmur as I hear a guy introduce himself to all auditionees as the one running things.

  There are a lot of us, can he hold his patience? I giggle. He’s about to start.

  Did he just look at me?

  “Shit!” I drop my pen; I pick it up and find myself a chair so I can start filling this form out.

  I return the filled form to the lady who gave it to me, then look on the forms on her side as she writes on the sticker.

  “Congratulations! You are the last auditionee. The 100th. We limited it this time,” she tells me and I reply with a smile, trying to hold myself together.

  I try to be as careful as I can be to avoid making a scene because I am just filled with bliss! Thank you, Lady Luck! I place the sticker on my dress, on my left boob.

  I sit back on my chair waiting for my turn. I cringe because it feels weird. It feels like somebody is staring at me. I try to move my eyes without moving my head, trying to search the room. I spot a silhouette from my peripheral vision, and I try to look.

  “Number 100!” a girl exclaims. My number is called and I automatically stand up and follow the lady who just called for me.

  “This way Miss,” she says and extends her hands as she opens the curtain in this mini booth.

  The lights are beaming but I can handle it. The guy seated behind the jury table is so hot! I hope I really catch his attention. We totally just made eye contact a minute ago, I guess? Was he really looking at me?

  “Alright Miss, your name, age, previous experiences if you have any…” the lady starts to instruct me. Marco enters my mind. Oh no, do I have to tell them about him?

  “…is there something wrong?” the hot guy asks me. Am I that obvious? Of course I am! Why would he ask if I wasn’t?

  “Oh no, sorry. Please continue.” I fake a smile as I twist my finger due to nervousness.

  “Wow, you have a sexy husky voice…” His face glimmers.

  Sexy huh? I never really thought of it that way. Some even say I sound sick, like those guys in my junior years who made fun of me about it.

  “Oh, why thank you,” I say sweetly, trying to impress. I need this break; even for an extra role, a passer-by, perhaps.

  “So yeah, please continue and tell me a little about yourself.” He says as he looks down at the profile I gave them, and then gives me an assuring smile. Man, this guy is really hot!

  “Hi, I’m Willow Anderson…” I speak shyly and exhale hard, doing my best to collect myself. “I’m 19, erm—” I clear my throat. “I have no prior experiences in movies.” I am about to continue and say something about myself, when the curtain behind the boss opens.

  “Sorry to interrupt.”

  My mouth hangs open as my eyes are pulled to another hot guy. Wait, what?! There are two of them? Are they are twins or something?

  “This is my twin, Evan. And again, I’m Cole. It takes a while getting used to. We might confuse you,” the boss explains himself. I calm myself to hide my nervousness. I clear my throat and start to tell the story of how I got to LA.

  The room is really cold; I should have worn jeans instead of this dress. I keep rubbing my hands together behind my back to avoid unnecessary distractions. I can see both of the guys talking, but they are inaudible. I try to make out the words from their mouths but I can’t understand.

  They are identical, but I can tell them apart. Same set of eyes, same height… same everything. But I can tell which one is which. They have different mannerisms and personality, I guess.

  I wonder if they know that I am still here. Maybe they forgot about me? This is getting more nerve wracking. I know it’s cold but these guys are making me hot; I can feel my blood rushing through my whole body. Or I might just be so nervous. Will they pick me? Will they ask me to go in? Will they hire me?

  There’s too many questions. They stop and both turn to look at me.
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  “By the way, do you know what you’re auditioning for?” Cole asks.

  No, I don’t think so.” I move my head sideways. It’s no use lying, might as well tell them because I honestly did not know what I’m getting myself in to.

  “Oh, well to be honest, to be upfront…” Cole starts. “We are making a movie, a sex movie.”

  “You mean porn?” I start to cringe. Surprise! This is what you got yourself in to.

  “No no no. Not sex in that way. It’s much less vulgar, and masterfully shot, if I may add. It’s sex in a romantic way, so to speak,” Cole explains properly.

  “Oh I see. Umm, I guess I can deal with that. Do you think I can make it even as an extra?” I ask in dismay. Who would be attracted to me? Sure I can pose, but I can’t act. Well, not yet, at least.

  “Oh no, you might get the lead.” Evan interrupts.

  “Shut up—” Cole tells his brother without looking him.

  Wait what? I am getting the lead role? I keep myself composed, showing my best poker face while the inside of me is a firework. I can’t control my mannerisms; I touch my nose, I bite my lips, I cross my arms around me, I run my fingers through my hair, cross my arms again, look away from them, tilt my head up fixing my hair as it wiggles at my back, as I gently cover my flushed face with my two hands slide it down to cover my mouth.

  “Are you okay, Willow?” I don’t know who asked; I was looking at the floor.

  “Huh?” I ask blankly. “Oh yeah, sure…” I assure them but my mind is floating in excitement, nervousness, everything! It’s just so overwhelming.

  “Oh ok.” Cole continues with, “We would like to request you to do something for your audition today. We’d like you to strip tease,” he asks kindly.

  It’s a shock. But I need this job, and who I am I kidding, the way they’re watching me has me so hot. I guess there’s nothing left but to do it.

  Evan