Thread: Rich Little Escort {darkest_fate&rahatingt}

Bella Thorne fought the urge to fidget as she knelt on the relatively plush carpet. The well-lit hotel room in which she knelt at least looked halfway acceptable. It would have had to be, to fit in with her assigned role. The pretty teenager lifted a slightly nervous hand, pristine nails just flicking aside strawberry blonde hair. The long, loose curls at least kept it clear from her expertly painted face, especially the plump pink lips that glistened in the light. They'd spent almost half an hour on those lips alone, layering expensive lipstick and gloss on them till they seemed almost fake, as if someone had attached a blow-up doll's lips onto the gorgeous actress's face. The same care had gone into primping the girl's lean body powder on the breasts just so, dress hung with plunging neckline. Hell, Bella had worked her way through something like six pairs of underwear before the Guia La Bruna thong vivisected her plump white cheeks. The panties alone would have fed a family of four for a few months, let alone the dress and makeup. But Bella had argued, insisted, and when she did that, she won. Sometimes she had to purse those lips and wink or tease or wiggle fingers, but she always won. Every man she'd ever met had stared at her body, at the beautiful, innocent face, at the ripe breasts, at the softly rounded ass, and felt a stirring in his loins. Probably most of the women felt the same way. Bella used it, abused it, and got what she wanted. But she'd been stuck in teenie-bopper roles for something like years now. Even her more recent roles had pretty well pigeon-holed her as the precious little teenager. So she'd insisted that her agent find her something real, something with substance, something that would put her on the serious film map. It was that, or she'd fire him and find someone who can. Which is how Bella found herself in the starring role of Rich Little Escort . The role had been just amazing , and at times Bella almost felt as if she were her character. It probably helped that the girl had decided to use Bella Luna as her stage name. A beautiful socialite needing charge in her life opts to become a high end escort for expert clientele, only to find herself wrapped up in the world of debauchery and sexual commerce. Edgy, real, and it paired Bella with some of the best names in the business. All of which led to a pretty girl kneeling in a room, waiting patiently while they got ready for the sex scenes. Supposedly they were going to use doubles for the actual action, which would be entirely real, no simulation, but they needed her first reactions for up-close shots and a few initials. Bella was already bored, and pretty well assured that she'd just be pulling out some poor old guy's tiny little willie, jerking it a few times and pretending that it was the best thing in the world. Thousands if not millions in the bank, and awards shows already clamoring for her name. Where's the male talent already? she demanded, twisting to look, knowing that he'd been in another room. The real talent, the one she'd wanted to work with, had gone in a door, and the sex talent would soon come out and insist that Bella draw him out for the initial blowjob. The actress sighed again, fidgeting and pulling at the dress, ready to lash into the entire crew for the simply intolerable lack of professionalism.