37. Month 3 Part 3

J. Month 3
Written By Laristopa .

Here’s Candy on her first set! If someone decides to dress as her on Halloween this year, please let us know!

P.S. We are still deciding on what scene she is going to play in many upcoming ‘roles.’ If anyone has suggestions or favorite scenes you would like Candy to play, don’t hesitate to DM or leave a comment. Every opinion is appreciated. :)

Candy sat nervously in the messy back seat of the Windstar as it lurched down the road. A concerning grinding noise from the engine and a whistling from the cardboard covering the smashed rear window did little to distract her from the imminent, life-changing event about to unfold. Her whole life had led to this point—she was finally going to be on a real movie set! A series of possibilities streamed through her brain like a film reel. Would she play a blushing princess or a battle-hardened shield-maiden? A doctor, a lawyer, or a teacher? The streets and buildings slipped by as her head swam with hopeful futures of money, fame, and awards. The possibilities were endless, and it all started with nailing this first role!

Candy’s daydreams were quickly dispelled by a cloud of cigarette smoke billowing from the driver’s seat. Linda flicked ash from her cigarette through the stained driver’s side window while exhaling. Her thin lips curled into a yellowed grin. The haggard, wrinkled features of a woman in her early fifties flashed in the rearview mirror as Linda stole glances at her anxious daughter.

Linda’s voice was dusty and strained as she called to the back seat, “You gonna make it back there, Candy-girl? It looks like you’re about to jump out of your skin!”

Candy nodded and feigned normalcy with a fake smile. The smile quickly faded, however, when she thought about her mother’s words. Did she look nervous? Should she be worried about looking nervous? She fidgeted with her long, blonde hair and dug her sparkly acrylics into her nearby purse to retrieve a compact mirror. She preened in the mirror, scrutinizing every square inch of her young, girly face, which was covered in heavy makeup. She adopted her best ‘sexy model’ stare and admired herself.

The stale odor of garbage and old food filling the Windstar suddenly assaulted Candy’s nostrils, and a spike of fear pierced her chest. It reminded her what she was: a trailer trash, teenage dropout slut that was in way over her head. She had no training, no experience, and no clue what she was doing! Candy tapped her heeled foot nervously and bit her swollen lower lip as her hopes and aspirations were swiftly clouded by the decaying touch of doubt. She...she couldn’t do this! She wasn’t cut out for this!! She longed for the filth and squalor of the apartment where at least she was safe and free from higher expectations. Her mind raced as she watched the buildings flying by, each second bringing her closer to the set. She could find a man and settle down—yes, yes, of course! She could be a sexy homemaker—her mother had to turn the car around NOW!!

Linda broke Candy from her spiraling anxiety with a gentle, almost intimate rasp, “You’re gonna be so good, Candy-girl. I’m super excited for you, sweetie. You make Mommy so proud.”

Candy felt her eyes watering, and she sniffled lightly. Meeting her mother’s determined gaze in the rearview mirror bolstered her resolve. Candy could feel a maternal bond connecting them. Her mom had sacrificed so much to give her this shot. Ever since she was a little girl, she had prepared for this moment. A memory suddenly flashed in Candy’s head, and the details filled in as she explored it. She was leaving a movie theater in a large crowd with ribbons in her long hair and a Cinderella princess dress on her small body. The dress dragged along the floor as she skipped along and belted out ‘Let it Go.’ Holding her mother’s hand tightly and thoroughly enjoying their ‘mother/daughter’ date night, Candy loudly yelled to the crowd in a cute lisp that she was going to be in the movies just like Elsa. Several other young girls wearing similar dresses gleefully agreed. The attention and affirmations from the nearby adults as they searched for and found the source of the proclamation made a young Candy feel warm and happy. They thought she was so cute! Embodying and executing her expected social role made life so much happier and easier! She loved being the girly center of attention!

Candy took a deep breath as the memory implanted itself in the deepest parts of her brain and subtly altered her motivation, social outlook, and overall psyche. She fought to calm her nerves. In the rearview mirror, mother and daughter shared a silent nod of understanding.

Trying to change the subject and distract her mind, Candy motioned to the back seat with her head and asked, “So, um, why does big brother have to, like, be here?”

Silas launched into a bag of empty pop bottles due to a big pothole. Apparently he was too cool to wear a seatbelt across his stained t-shirt, which looked a little too big on his pale, emaciated body. His hair was shorter, darker, and greasier than ever, while his hairline seemed to have visibly receded. His gaunt face had some angry red sores on it, and his eyes were glazed over and dark.

His unrefined, dorky, and somewhat squeaky voice responded back, tinged with sarcasm, “Ma said I gotta go and support her favorite child.”

Linda sighed out a cloud of smoke before her thin lips rasped, “Hey, Sy, you know that’s not true. I love you both equally. I just thought your sister could use her big brother’s support.”

He belched loudly and muttered, “Yeah, I’ll bet the queen slut wants my ‘support’ alright…”

Linda negotiated an intersection and flicked her spent cigarette out the window, letting the last plume of smoke from her mouth rise into the ceiling as she snapped, “Be nice! Besides, you need to get out of the apartment every once in a while and maybe find a job on set?”

Candy folded her tiny hands nervously and shifted her fat ass and overflowing hips uncomfortably on the seat as she asked, “Um, what do you mean by that, Mommy? Is big brother going to, like, be on the set or something?”

Silas sat forward and spoke with an annoyed grunt, his rancid breath puffing against Candy’s cheek, “Ma has this delusional idea that these movie fucks will give me a job setting up lights or sandwiches or some shit.”

Linda produced another cigarette and held it in her mouth as she struggled to light it while simultaneously driving. Her upper lip was covered in wrinkled striations from a lifetime of smoking, and they only seemed to deepen ever-so-slightly in real time.

“You never know, kiddo.” She coughed, “There’s a ton of jobs on a movie set. A boy with your smarts shouldn’t be jerking off to porn all day in the dark.”

Silas released a defeated sigh and closed his eyes while resting his head back on the stained headrest. He resigned himself to yet another day of Candy in the spotlight. He mumbled something along the lines of ‘I’d rather be jerking off’ as the van negotiated sharply around a turn. His brain lightly tingled with the memory of his father walking out on the family. It felt far away and foreign at first, but it blossomed and grew, implanting deep in his psyche. Silas remembered feeling lost and alone with his whore of a mother and cute little sister looking to him to be the man of the house. Remnants of Sylvie locked away and buried were systematically uncovered and converted. Female experiences and mannerisms, social mores, and thought processes dissolved and reformed as staunchly male. Silas’ hairline receded a little further, and a brownish, yellowed stain suddenly coated his front teeth. He breathed loudly and steadily through his mouth while his memories corrupted into something new.

Despite her brother’s general creepiness and absence of hygiene...and lecherous nature...and annoying voice...and lack of charisma...Candy felt heartened at his presence. Knowing she was about to go onto an unfamiliar movie set with a group of people she’d never met, Candy definitely wanted every familiar face she could.

While Silas’ brain in the backseat silently rebooted, Candy took stock of her body and outfit. She wanted to look sexy but not TOO sexy. She wanted to show off her body without looking like she was trying too hard. It was quite a conundrum, and Candy had spent the better part of the previous night sifting through piles of dirty, slutty clothing strewn about her bedroom. She’d settled on a tan-colored, long-sleeved halter sweater with a deeply plunging neckline, a pair of high-waisted jean shorts, and tan stiletto heels. There was neither panties nor a bra beneath the outfit, which was becoming increasingly common for Candy.

She swept her clear-colored acrylic nails through the collar and ensured her ample cleavage was clearly the center of attention and her bare, cinched waist was framed perfectly. The shorts squeezed lightly into her feminine thighs, barely contained her wide hips and fat ass, and dug enticingly into her pussy. Silky blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, and the top of her slutty tramp stamp was proudly riding on her lower back.

With her face and body looking hot and ready for action, Candy couldn’t help but feel mildly confident in herself. She may not have had any acting experience, but she certainly looked like the woman for the job! She was ready!

Candy dared to dream that they’d pull up to a vast back lot where dozens of big-budget movies were being filmed. She imagined movie stars bustling around in golf carts, racks of costumes being wheeled by busy crew members, scriptwriters arguing in groups and hastily replacing lines of dialogue, armed security, and high walls waiting to greet the newest starlet into the exclusive area. So she was surprised when Linda turned their jostling van into a shitty laundromat parking lot.

‘Cleaners Coin Laundry’ looked to be an outdated laundromat situated in front of some lowly apartment buildings. The blacktop parking lot was heating up in the direct mid-morning sunlight, and there were a couple of cars parked in the lot.

Sensing her daughter’s confusion, Linda stopped in an empty parking spot and turned off the car before speaking. “This is the address Logan gave me. I’m pretty sure it is at least.”

Linda craned her neck and pointed to a shiny black Lincoln. Candy followed her mother’s direction and saw Logan’s vehicle parked just a few spots away. It seemed they were in the right place!

Candy tugged the sliding van door of the Windstar open and stepped over a pile of trash until she was standing in her heels on the blacktop. Silas was close behind Candy, and his lanky frame towered over her. As usual, she felt his beady eyes staring at her ass. Candy secured her purse around her shoulder anxiously but felt her nerves melt away and a smile cross her face as the laundromat door opened and Logan burst through. He wore a blue three-piece suit and glasses. The dark skin of his bald head shone in the sunlight, and his middle-aged face sported a white beard. The beard made him look a little older but much more sophisticated and professional. He wore a cheery smile as his tan dress shoes clapped loudly against the pavement as he moved.

His deep, smooth, confident voice projected across the lot, “There’s my newborn star! Welcome to your first movie set!”

Linda crashed ungracefully from the driver’s seat as the front door appeared to stick. An ashtray of used cigarettes clanked to the ground and carpeted the blacktop alongside a discarded fast food bag.

She flicked mousy brunette locks from her face, put her gnarled hands on her ample hips, and rasped, “Logan, where’s the set? Isn’t my little girl supposed to star in a movie today?”

Logan approached and shook his head before planting an uncomfortable peck on Linda’s wrinkled cheek. His gaze shifted to Candy as he answered, “Not today; the full production doesn’t begin for at least a few months. I’m just having Candy act in a few little scenes to get her comfortable in front of the camera. You don’t think I’d throw her into the deep end without letting her first acclimate to the water, do you?”

Linda looked back at her daughter and shrugged, “No...I guess that makes sense.”

He side-stepped Linda and moved towards Candy, not dropping his gaze.

“Can I have a job?” Silas asked bluntly through thin lips and yellowed teeth while rounding the Windstar.

Logan scratched his beard before nodding and answering, “Uh, sure. You can head inside and...help them set up lights and sound equipment, I guess.”

Silas sniffled and offered an insincere ‘thanks’ before shuffling towards the laundromat entrance.

Logan stepped in front of Candy and looked her up and down. He was so close that she could smell his masculine cologne. Despite her tall heels, Logan was almost a full foot taller than she was, and he made her feel incredibly small. His masculine odor and towering height were intoxicating to Candy, and she felt her heart rate quicken beneath his scrutiny.

“You look amazing, Candy.” He said softly. He suddenly snatched her tiny hand and planted a firm kiss on its back. His hand was strong, rough, and huge. It made Candy’s delicate little things feel even smaller, more dainty, and feminine.

Candy felt her cheeks flush and her legs weaken as she responded shyly, “Um, like, thank you, Master…”

A burst of joy rippled through Logan when Candy remembered how to address him. He let go of her hand and looked her up and down once again, seeming to drink in her presence.

Candy suddenly noticed something, and she gulped as a pit formed in her stomach. She recognized the car parked directly next to Logan. It was a black Jeep.

It was Brad’s.

Candy frowned, and her chest fluttered. She had...mixed feelings about seeing Brad again, to say the least. Why would he even be here?

Noticing her fixation, Logan turned and acknowledged the Jeep, “Your scene partner for the day. Big guy. Really enthusiastic. Showed up asking for work and agreed to do it for cheap. I think you’ll get along.”

Before Candy could open her mouth, her mother stepped forward and snapped, “Of course they will. My baby girl gets along with everybody.”

Logan shrugged and awkwardly smoothed out his suit jacket before motioning to the laundromat, “Let’s—uh—let’s go check out the set, huh, Linda? Candy, you need to head to makeup and meet us inside, okay?”

He pointed to a huge pink RV-type vehicle backed into the farthest section of the lot.

“O-okay, Master.” Candy squeaked.

Satisfied, Logan snatched Linda’s arm and escorted her towards the building. Linda shot Candy a reassuring smile and a thumbs up while they walked. Candy tried to calm her nerves after they disappeared into the laundromat, but not only was she facing her first production with no prep and no experience, but also the prospect of facing. Brad put her on edge. This wasn’t how the day was supposed to go! So much for the backlot filled with A-list celebrities...

Disappointed, Candy strutted across the parking lot with her long acrylic nails perpendicular to her rocking hips. Her heels clicked on the uneven black top and her chest swayed in time with her hands. She approached the pink RV and poked her head inside.

“Um, like, hello?” Candy’s high-pitched voice echoed.

A young woman in a short, blue, sheath dress and straw-like, honey-blonde hair perked up from a seated position near the center of the RV, up a short staircase. The interior was old-fashioned and cluttered, but compared to Candy’s usual living conditions, this felt relatively clean and tidy.

The young woman held a mascara wand and a hand mirror. Her attention turned to Candy, and she looked down, grinned, and tossed the items onto the already messy table.

Her voice was sweet with a distinctly girlish lilt that somewhat reminded Candy of herself. “Like, oh my gosh, are you Candy?”

Candy nodded and smiled shyly, purposefully ignoring that the girl had turned to face her and opened her legs. The girl’s frilly panties were exposed directly at Candy’s eye level while Candy noticed the girl was blatantly staring down her cleavage.

The girl cooed, “You are, like, SO pretty! I’m totes jelly of your massive titties! Are they real? My name’s Ariana, but you can, like, call me Ari!”

Candy’s cheeks flushed while she ascended the stairs. She was suddenly aware of just how much skin her plunging halter sweater displayed. In response, Ariana hopped to her feet and surged forward, pulling Candy into a light, girly hug instead of shaking hands. Ariana’s hips were relatively straight, her chest was flat, her butt was unimpressive, she was significantly taller than Candy, her hair was brittle and lifeless, and even her hands looked too large for her body. Candy thought standing next to the manly Logan or Brad made her feel womanly, but it was nothing compared to the exceptional femininity she felt next to Ariana. Candy knew that next to her, Ariana basically looked like a frumpy man.

When they pulled away, Ariana smiled down at Candy and pointed expectantly at her cleavage.

“Um, yeah, they’re, like, totally real.” Candy chirped with burning cheeks.

“Sooooo lucky!” Ariana giggled. She then adopted a thinking pose with her meaty hand resting below her chin, her voice suddenly becoming more serious. “Hm, I’m supposed to get you through wardrobe and into makeup and junk, but…”

Candy shifted uncomfortably as Ariana’s voice trailed off and she narrowed her eyes while examining Candy’s body.

Candy crossed her arms in front of herself defensively and asked shyly, “But what?”

Ariana threw her hands up. “Honestly, I, like, don’t know how I could make your makeup any better, girl! You totes look like a sexy movie star already!”

Candy nervously ran her fingers through her hair but felt elated at the compliment. She wanted to be a movie star, so looking like one was a positive, right? It seemed like spending untold hours behind the mirror perfecting her slutty makeup routine had finally paid off!

Stepping to the nearby table, Ariana retrieved a package and showed it to Candy. ‘Temporary Tattoo Cover.’ It looked like a skin-colored bandage, and it matched Candy’s skin tone perfectly.

Ariana made a twirling motion with her finger, beckoning Candy to turn around, and she did.

Ariana approached while opening the package. “The director made it super clear that he, like, wants your tattoos covered up. They’re totally hot and slutty and stuff, but I gotta do it, okay?”

Candy nodded and allowed Ariana to spread a cover over both her ‘Daddy’s Little Girl’ and tribal tramp stamp. It wasn’t something she expected to do, but a little patch was the least of her worries! Once smoothed out, Ariana ran a brush with some powder over the covers, and they blended almost seamlessly. Candy stepped in front of a mirror attached to the RV wall and examined her back. Her lower back and right shoulder appeared ink-free. She twisted lightly and noticed the patches flexed flawlessly with her skin.

Ariana opened a nearby sliding door and procured a hanger sporting what appeared to be a transparent, pink, mesh babydoll. It was impossibly short and would barely cover anything. Candy had experience wearing outfits like this, but only when going to sleep or seducing a man! Surely there wasn’t a legitimate movie role that called for her to wear negligee!

“That’s it?” Candy asked incredulously.

“Of course not!” Ariana responded. Her offhand lifted a tiny black g-string, and she spun it around her finger. “You get to wear this too!”

Candy recoiled and tightened her arms around her stomach while shaking her head. This wasn’t—this wasn’t how it was supposed to go! Where was the expansive backlot, the actors in golf carts, and the racks of costumes? Where was her professional movie role? She was in a rinky-dink RV next to a shitty laundromat and expected to wear almost nothing!

Noticing her attitude change, Ariana’s shoulders drooped and she sighed. Her voice came out sounding much different. “Look, I get that this isn’t the pinnacle of class here, but...you’ve got a rocking body and shouldn’t be ashamed to show it, Candy.” Her eyes became downcast. “Most of us aren’t blessed like you, you know.” She sniffled. “I always wanted to be in front of the camera, but...this is as close as I can get with my...bodily limitations….” She let the awkwardness linger in the air before continuing. “And I don’t get paid if you don’t go out there, so please—I need you to at least go and do one take!”

Candy peered at Ariana and subtly shook her head while contemplating. Could she really chicken out because of a risque outfit and a possible encounter with her ex-boyfriend? What would she tell her mother who sacrificed everything for her? How about her brother who crawled out of his goon cave to support her? Or Logan? If she didn’t do what Logan wanted, she could probably kiss her role of a lifetime away! The prospect of exiting the RV, walking through the parking lot, and entering the laundromat just to tell everybody she wasn’t going to go through with it...the idea of it became less and less appealing the more she ran it through her head. The awkwardness of crushing her mother’s hopes and shuffling to the Windstar with her tail between her legs…

That being said, wearing the transparent babydoll in front of people—in front of a camera? Walking through the parking lot in it!? That didn’t appeal to her either!

Ariana scoffed, goading Candy and breaking her concentration. “As if a slut like you hasn’t worn a million outfits like this before! What’s’a’matter? Afraid to show off your silicone tits? You couldn’t handle one day as an ugly girl.”

Candy huffed and lunged forward, snatching the hanger from Ariana’s hands and holding out her opposite palm for the g-string. Ariana held it forward, and they made the exchange. This jealous girl was getting on Candy’s nerves! Whether it was stress from worrying about her first role, stress about her ex-boyfriend, or stress about exposing her body, Candy was done putting up with Ariana’s manipulation.

Candy had had enough! It was time to take her future into her own hands without reservation, without second-guessing.

Candy spoke up at Ariana brusquely while tearing at her clothes, directly in the middle of the RV. “I’m, like, not afraid to show anything! Especially not to a total uggo like you.”

She wiggled out of her short shorts and stepped out with her heels, exposing her wide hips, fat ass, meaty thighs, and hairless pussy. Ariana leaned back and enjoyed the show with a sly grin growing between her cheeks. Ignoring her, Candy next tore off her top, which she dropped onto her shorts. She tossed her hair back and put her delicate hands confidently on her hips, letting her heavy tits jiggle proudly on her chest. Her thick, slightly darkened nipples hardened almost immediately and emphasized the obvious milk ducts that marked their tips. Thin, nearly translucent blue veins danced across her breasts and wide, feminine areola. She rolled her narrow shoulders back to really highlight her breasts and dig her stiletto into Ariana’s smugness. This is what a REAL woman looked like!

Not letting her moment of power become awkward, Candy slid the black g-string up her legs and wedged it into her ass and vagina. It dug into both holes almost immediately and covered basically nothing. The strings rode high on her hips, and she shifted in her heels, growing familiar with the feeling of having a wedgie. Next, she lifted the pink negligee over her head and pulled it over her body. As expected, it barely covered her genitals, let alone her thighs. The mesh material was tight everywhere and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Candy shouldered the thin pink straps of the outfit and sat back on a nearby red lounger. She closed her legs and posed, trying to make Ariana feel as inadequate as possible.

She felt sexy! The feminine comparison between Candy and Ariana was even more stark as Candy’s curvy assets were on full display in the new outfit while Ariana’s blocky body was still stuck in her boring sheath dress. So what if Brad was stalking around? So what if her first little bit part isn’t what she expected? So what if there wasn’t a back lot or a professional makeup artist or golf carts… She could handle anything! She was about to become a real actress!

Candy sashayed triumphantly towards the parking lot, being sure to put extra sway in her gait, but not before turning back to chirp, “Stay jealous, Ari, because nothing about this girl is fake.”

Ariana held back a chuckle as she watched Candy confidently strut through the parking lot in a pink, translucent, mesh baby doll. No doubt the cars whizzing by were getting an eyeful of, admittedly, impressive curves. She’d worked too hard getting this RV and building her business for some reluctant slut to lose her a payday. That being said, she almost felt bad manipulating a clearly naive, confused, and ignorant future porn starlet.

Almost.

Laristopa .
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