38. Month 3 Part 4

J. Month 3
Written By Laristopa .

Thank you guys for all the suggestions for our Candy! This is her first ‘role’ on the set! Also, there is an Easter egg in this chapter that ties to a 'few' other stories in this universe. Hope you guys enjoy it :)

Candy pranced across the parking lot with a confident swagger. Her feminine body swayed, jiggled, and jostled enticingly beneath the see-through mesh outfit. She hardly noticed the jogger on the sidewalk stop dead in his tracks and stare at her ass, or the work crew across the street turn off their excavator to collectively catcall her, or the man on the balcony of his apartment who fantasized about burying his dick beneath her tiny g-string. She may not have been fully aware of each and every lust-fueled eye that fixated on her during the short walk, but she instinctively knew there were men looking. It boosted her confidence further and scratched at the itch of attention addiction.

She pushed the Plexiglas door, and the hollow jingling of a tiny bell heralded her entry. She scanned the room, which appeared every bit of a shitty laundromat. Rows of outdated and worn-down washing machines hummed dutifully atop a dirty and stained linoleum floor. The stench of cheap detergent and blown fuses hung in the hot, stale air. In the far corner were half a dozen people next to tall lights projecting down onto a single washing machine that had been pulled aside.

Candy first met Logan’s gaze in his three-piece suit. He smiled and eyed Candy lustfully up and down, not bothering to hide his growing erection.

Next was Linda, who stood in the back. Her aged face was hardened with focus and carved with wrinkles. She looked serious in her black silk top and white cardigan.

Linda’s expression softened as she gave Candy a once-over, but it tempered again when she flicked her eyes to the third person, Brad.

Jacked as ever, Brad was wearing a tiny lifting tank that showed his enormous muscles. He immediately noticed when Candy walked in, and his biceps tightened as he began to subtly flex. He stared forward, trying to seem nonchalant.

Next was her brother, Silas, who was wearing the most uninterested expression he could muster. He was resting lazily on a boom mic. Despite the uncaring facade he was trying to present, Silas’s eyes couldn’t help but light up for when he saw his little sister in her transparent mesh outfit.

Beyond the familiar faces were a handful of crew members crisscrossing the area and looking busy. Candy took a controlled breath and began making her way across the floor. Her heels clicked against the linoleum, and she tossed her voluminous hair. Her confidence wavered when her scanning gaze passed over an expensive-looking camera locked to a tripod. It suddenly hit her: the lights were set up for her, the crew was crisscrossing for her, and the camera was placed for her—this was a movie set! This was it!

Steeling herself, Candy regained her composure and met with Logan, who walked out to greet her. He opened his arms for a hug, and Candy pressed against his chest lightly. He enveloped her in his sinewy grasp, and Candy felt her mesh-covered breasts squish against Logan’s chest while his erection tented his pants and thumped against her stomach. She felt so tiny! Candy once again smelled Logan’s cologne and masculine musk, which sent a flare of arousal beneath her g-string.

He squeezed her lightly before pulling away and releasing her. His deep voice reverberated through an infectious smile, “You look amazing, Miss Candy! There are just a few more things to get set up before we can start shooting, so don’t stray too far!”

Candy nodded and responded excitedly, “Like, totally, Master. I’m super ready!”

Logan pinched her cheek affectionately, “Attagirl!”

Turning back to the production, Logan seemed invigorated by his stars’ appearance and kicked everything into overdrive. The crew members moved even faster in his direction. Candy did what she could to stay out of their way but certainly noticed when wayward gazes fixated on her voluptuous assets.

Dodging a man repositioning the camera, Candy sidled up to her brother, still resting on the boom mic and not participating in any of the frantic setup.

Silas raised an eyebrow and stared at his sister’s breasts while speaking in his high-pitched wheeze, “Always knew you’d end up doing porn. It was only a matter of time, I guess, given your….proclivities.”

Candy crossed her arms across her taut, mesh-covered stomach and frowned, “This is, like, a totally serious movie production and junk!”

Silas scoffed and readjusted his grip on the boom mic. “Yeah, and I’m the queen of fucking England.” He sighed and looked away. “Whatever. At least I get a front-row seat.” His voice trailed off, “I wonder if they’ll notice my hand in my pocket…”

Linda shuffled forward and pulled Candy into a one-armed hug. The skin and fat on her arm felt loose and squishy. She held a lit cigarette out to the side while embracing her daughter. Though a sign on the wall clearly said ‘No Smoking,’ nobody seemed to care, and she released another plume into the ceiling.

Her raspy, haughty voice came out weak and stinking like an ashtray, “I’m so proud of you, Candy-girl! Just be a good girl and make sure you do whatever Logan tells you to do, and you’ll get through this first scene no problem.” She then pulled away and stared down into her daughter’s eyes. “Don’t forget, we’re all counting on you, so don’t let us down, okay?”

Silas turned and acknowledged Candy with a nod as if agreeing with their mother’s sentiment. In that moment, Candy saw through Silas’s indifference. She saw an older brother that never left the house push himself out of his comfort zone for his little sister’s sake. He wasn’t there for a job; he was there to make her feel more comfortable. Her mother wasn’t there to supervise or run the production—she was there to encourage Candy and witness her daughter’s dream become a reality.

Candy warbled, holding back tears and a sudden rush of emotion, “I’ll, like, do whatever Master says. I promise.”

Linda smiled warmly, but her happiness quickly soured, and she took a step back while looking over Candy’s shoulder. Candy turned and saw Brad in his lifting tank. She craned her neck up to maintain eye contact with him as his towering frame approached.

He held out his catcher’s mitt of a hand, rippling with veins, while his low voice spoke softly, “I’m Brad. Nice to meet you, Chrissy.”

Candy put her hands on her hips and huffed. Why was he calling her some weird pet name? She swatted his hand away and grunted, “Just what are you, like, doing here, anyway?”

Brad pulled his hand back and shrugged his hulking shoulders. “Just looking for an opportunity to break into the acting biz, you know?”

Candy glanced around, not wanting to rouse any suspicion that she would be a ‘problem.’ When the coast was clear, she whisper-shouted, “Bullshit, Brad. You better not, like, blow this for my family and stuff. I totally need to crush this scene!?”

Brad’s dark eyes stared longingly at Candy. His focus wasn’t on her body at all.

He lowered his gaze and sighed, his biceps loosening as he stopped flexing. “I couldn’t—I couldn’t stop thinking about you, okay? I don’t know what I did to make you hate me or whatever, but I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t at least try to make it right.”

Candy’s hard expression softened, and she adopted a demure stance while lowering her own gaze. “I don’t hate you, okay? It’s just—I don’t know. You just don’t, like, excite me or whatever anymore. Look, this isn’t the place to talk about it. We should—”

Logan loudly clapped his hands together, and everybody turned to face him. Candy’s words were cut off as all conversation ceased.

His voice projected through the laundromat, “Welcome, everybody, and thank you for working so hard to get the production going. We’re just doing a simple scene today, so let’s knock it out of the park.” He pointed to Brad and looked down at a paper in his hands. “Our first actor: Introducing a Mr. Bradley…M-Marin!”

A few wayward claps sounded as Brad adopted a grin and gave a muscular wave.

Logan’s voice lightened. “And our new star, the beautiful, the wonderful, the sexy, Ms. Cammi Swallows!”

A much more rousing round of applause broke out, and Candy greeted the crew by curling her silky blonde hair behind her ears and wiggling her dainty fingers in a cute little wave. Where the hell did ‘Cammi Swallows’ come from!?

Logan continued, “Let’s get the first shot set up and do this thing, huh?”

With that, the crew broke apart and started their final preparations.

Logan approached and motioned for Brad while ordering, “Alright, big guy, just do exactly what I told you. Scram for now, okay?”

Brad nodded and gave Candy one final emotional glance before stomping towards the back of the room. She watched him go, lamenting the fact that she just didn’t find him very attractive. She still had feelings for him, just...not lust.

Logan put his arm over Candy’s shoulder and began leading her back towards the entrance.

He whispered, “Okay, Candy. This is it. Are you nervous?”

She shook her head and lied, “No, I’m not nervous—just super excited!”

He chuckled softly, “Attagirl! So about the Cammi thing—just go with it. Everybody that isn’t family now knows you as Cammi because Cammi is your professional alias, okay?”

Candy shrugged and stopped on an ‘X’ clearly marked on the floor with tape. ‘Professional alias’? Was that normal for actors and actresses? It would have been nice to be asked for input! ‘Cammi Swallows’ just...gave a certain impression.

Before Candy could put much additional thought into it, Logan snapped his fingers and glanced around. “Props!” He shouted.

A mousy Hispanic man in an ill-fitting button-up shirt jogged over and retrieved a pink laundry bag. His skittish gaze could meet neither Logan nor Candy.

The man held the bag towards Candy and stuttered, “H-here, Ms. S-Swallows.”

Candy acknowledged the man with a slight smile while her tiny hands hefted the full bag. The man turned and quickly shuffled away.

When she started to open it, Logan stopped her. “Don’t worry about the bag’s contents. It’s just some dirty laundry from the last scene we filmed.”

Candy nodded. “So, like, what am I supposed to do?”

Logan pointed down the row of washing machines to the solo unit surrounded by tall lights. He explained, “It’s really simple. First, you just walk slowly with that bag towards the single washing machine. The camera will be following you and focusing on different things, so be sure to do it nice and slow—and keep it sexy with a little pout if you can manage it.”

Vacantly nodding, Candy hefted the bag once again.

“After that,” Logan continued, “you open the bag and say, ‘I can’t believe I have to do HIS laundry,’ then bend over and toss some male underwear into the machine. It should be at the top of the bag. After that, you pull out women’s underwear that should be beneath the men’s stuff and say, ‘But he DOES get me super wet,’ then toss the women’s underwear in too.” He paused, then asked, “You with me so far?”

She responded softly, “Yes, Master, I’m with you.”

“Good! Once the bag is empty, you’ll toss it aside and lift off your dress nice and slow. Once it’s off, you’ll throw the dress in and say, ‘What’s that?’ and bend over. You’ll stick your head and shoulders in the washing machine and pretend to get stuck. The last thing you need to yell is, ‘I’m stuck! Help me, stepbrother!’. After that, just stay stuck and do whatever feels right. Do you think you can do all that?”

Despite Candy’s assurance that she ‘got all that,’ Logan spent the next few minutes going over the script again and again until Candy could repeat it by heart. She was focused and determined to get it right. This was her first real production, after all; she didn’t want to blow it! Once Logan was satisfied that she ‘got all that,’ he gave her a few final words of encouragement and then headed towards his director’s chair close to the edge of the room.

Candy was left holding the laundry bag, staring down the row of washing machines. Her high heels were standing on the ‘X,’ and her stomach was tossing and turning with butterflies. This was really it this time!

A middle-aged white man sat behind the camera and stared into the lens expectantly.

But something suddenly changed. With the camera pointed towards her and Logan shouting “ACTION!”, Cammi’s mind sort of...clicked? It was like her sole purpose in life was to be seen and to perform. She wanted the jogging man, the construction workers, the guy on his balcony, the crew, and the director—all the men—to desire her. There was nothing but the attention, the longing gazes, the erections caused, and the cum shots expended—she wanted them all!

Cammi gingerly held the dirty laundry bag and pouted, feeling the camera darting all over her nearly exposed body. She rocked her mesh-coated hips enticingly and strutted towards the sole machine.

“Nice speed, Cammi, a little more provocative.” Logan shouted.

Cammi gently shook her tits from side to side, letting them bounce and jiggle in the mesh while her hips swayed in an even more exaggerated way. She tossed her hair and approached the machine. With growing confidence, Cammi ad-libbed next to the beat-up washing machine by slowly shaking her hips and rubbing her hands up her tits, pretending to perform a stretch.

Logan called, “Nice one, Cammi! Very sexy! Let’s get that laundry out. Don’t forget the lines.”

The camera zoomed in closer as Cammi adopted a feminine posture with one hand resting on her jutting hip. Her voice came out as a vapid, high-pitched, breathy coo, “I can’t, like, believe I have to do HIS laundry! SO unfair!”

She opened the drawstrings of the bag and nearly doubled over as the stench of genitals and sex blasted from the bag like a stinky tornado. Cammi wasn’t ready for that! She pulled her head away and scrunched her face, mainly out of shock, before regrouping and reluctantly reaching into the bag to retrieve a pile of damp boxers and briefs.

Feeling whatever juices that were coating the underwear seep into her own skin, Cammi bent at the waist and tossed them into the machine. The scent of sweaty cock and masculine musk wafted to her nostrils from the pile and sent a small ripple of arousal between her thighs. Her mind was briefly awash with gleaming black cock, but the images faded as soon as she stood back up into the clear air. She reached back into the bag, scrunching her hand around a pile of stained thongs, which she retrieved.

She heard the camera zoom, likely onto the white stains in the thongs, and watched the boom mic lower partially into frame as she giggled, “But he does make me, like, SUPER wet.”

The wet thongs had a different smell altogether, and Cammi recognized it from years of possessing a well-used vagina of her own. She bent over and tossed them inside, where they mingled with the male underwear. The strong odors once again combined into genitals and sex.

Logan’s voice once again called, “Good, good! Now get that outfit off, get on your knees, and get stuck in there.”

Cammi tossed the bag aside and grabbed the hem of her mesh baby doll. She shimmied sexily and lifted the hem slowly, uncovering her curves and creamy, hairless skin inch by inch. When the baby doll cleared her head, she bunched it up and tossed it into the cacophony of sex smell. She tossed her long, silky, blonde hair once again and was left standing in a black g-string and heels.

She put her fingers with long nails over her mouth in faux surprise and said curiously, “Oh, what’s that?” Then she sank to her knees and drifted her head and shoulders into the machine. The stench of dirty underwear and images of erect penises assaulted her nose and mind almost immediately, but she hung in there.

“Okay, now open your legs a bit more and shake your butt like you’re trying to escape!” Logan ordered.

Cammi opened her supple thighs and arched her back, letting her ass press up and out. She shook it enticingly while screaming, “Help! I’m, like, mega stuck!” She then beat weakly at the sides of the washing machine and shook her fat ass even faster. “Help me, step-bro!”

Like a man made of wood, Brad awkwardly stepped into frame and spoke like a stunted fool, “W-What is—what is the matter, step-sister? What is all that bang-banging for?”

Brad’s face was essentially expressionless as he approached and opened his mouth in...surprise? He reached down and loudly spanked Cammi’s squirming ass. His huge hand sent a shockwave up Cammi’s body, and the loud *SMACK* sound echoed through the laundromat. Cammi yelped with genuine surprise, and her butt cheek radiated with stinging pain before she opened her legs even wider and made herself even more available. She held her face directly over the pile of underwear, and the images of big cocks were more vivid in her mind. Her body was starting to become hot.

His deep voice continued awkwardly, “It looks like I’LL be the one doing the—doing the banging now.”

The camera zoomed in on Cammi’s presented ass while Brad tore the tiny black g-string down her legs. Her butt cheek was still red and stinging, but her tight, hairless, pink pussy and brown asshole were pointed directly back at the camera.

Trying to save Brad’s awful performance, Cammi turned up her acting skills by lightly twerking and moaning, “W-what are you, like, doing, step-bro?”

Cammi heard Brad’s pants drop to the floor and felt his hands dig into her hips.

What was he going to—

He dropped to his knees, and she felt his legs lock in directly behind her.



Surely he’s not about to—

She felt the tip of his cock slip into her moistening folds.

But why would he—

Brad pushed Cammi forward slightly, and her face pressed directly into the wet crotch of a pair of boxer shorts. She inhaled deeply, and the fantasy of Logan’s giant black cock poking between her labia filled her mind.

This isn’t supposed to be a po—

Brad thrust his hips forward and pulled Cammi’s hips back. She was instantly filled with cock. Her brain conjured the image of Logan, and she imagined his BBC splitting her open like a coconut. Cammi’s fake girly moans became real girly moans very quickly, and her voice reverberated from the inside of the washing machine.

Brad thrust his hips back and forth quickly, stuffing his dick inside and loudly clapping Cammi’s cheeks while periodically spanking her with an open hand. Her pussy gushed around his long, fat cock with its single vein running up and down its length. Her body was familiar with Brad’s penis, and it felt so...right. His manhood filled her tight walls completely and pounded her cervix at the perfect angle with the perfect amount of power. It was as if their genitals were made for each other...though the fantasy in her brain attributed this perfect coupling to Logan and further entrenched her devotion to him. Each inhalation of ‘eau de crotch’ and perfect insertion of hard male into wet female served to push Cammi further and further down the BBC pipeline.

Her heavy tits loudly slapped the front of the machine in time with Brad’s powerful thrusts, and she felt his balls banging against her stomach when he increased his speed. Cammi gave up trying to keep her head held over the laundry and found her face becoming buried in dirty underwear, the stench overpowering her senses and flooding her brain with dirty fantasies.

It wasn’t long before Brad tensed behind her and grunted. Cammi felt this change and imagined Logan burying himself and depositing his black seed into her mewling cunt. As if seeing into her head, Brad plunged all the way to the hilt, and Cammi felt his balls contract against her perineum and warmth spreading deep inside her pussy. She held the sides of the machine and pressed her hips back against him, impaling herself on his ejaculating cock. Her tits slapped the machine loudly, and her orgasm began to mount.

Logan shouted, “Let’s hear it, Cammi; you have to orgasm too!”

Cammi bounced her hips against Brad, but his manhood was starting to soften and wasn’t hitting her cervix anymore. She had to orgasm...and quick! Seeing no other option, Cammi pushed her hips back and purposefully started shaking her legs while screaming into the machine. She made her ‘orgasm’ last for a few more seconds before sagging into the laundry just as Brad withdrew. She was still so horny! Her brain ensured she blamed Brad for not getting her off.

Logan yelled, “Stay still, Cammi, and keep those legs open; we need to get this shot.”

Cammi opened her legs as instructed and felt a rush of sperm bursting from her freshly fucked vagina like a river. Doctor Brandon’s words about ‘peak fertility’ echoed in her head as potent cum bubbled from inside her.

“Open those lips up, Cammi, and show everybody what you got,” Logan ordered.

Cammi reached her hand back and used two fingers to part her dripping labia. She felt a little air bubble form and pushed it out, leading to an audible queef and another trickle of sticky white fluid.

A few seconds later, Logan began to clap and shouted, “That’s a WRAP! Good job, people!”

Candy slowly withdrew her head from the machine and picked off a thong that had found a home in her hair. The juices coating her thighs were becoming cold, and she reeked of sex.

Standing on her heels, Candy felt her legs wobble. She turned on unsteady feet and faced the crew, who were...clapping and cheering! The entire crew was cheering...cheering for her! Brad stood off to the side wearing his clothes once again and joined in, looking smiley and satisfied. Silas...Logan...Linda...the entire crew was fixated on her naked, dripping, freshly fucked body and applauding. Candy grew a sly grin as her pace quickened.

This...this could work.

Candy waved demurely as a crew member approached and handed her a damp towel, which she quickly wiped between her legs. He waited for her to finish and swapped the damp cum rag for a silky pink robe that said ‘Cammi Swallows’ on the back. Candy wrapped the robe around her body and swayed across the floor. Her gait was partially affected by an uncomfortable pain in her cervix, and she walked a little stiffer than she otherwise might. The robe felt like a soft cloud against her milky skin. Perhaps being ‘Cammi Swallows’ would grow on her!

Crew members were busy cleaning and putting things away as Candy was approached by Brad.

He wore an impish grin and spoke lightly, “Damn good performance there, Chrissy. You sounded believable in there. Your body feels as good as I remember, too!”

Candy rolled her eyes. “And you were, like, the worst actor ever. Total amateur!” She paused and crossed her arms over her robe before adding, “I guess you were an OKAY fuck, but you left me, like, totally unsatisfied.”

Brad’s shoulder drooped. “You didn’t—you didn’t finish?” He began tearing at his clothes. “Well get back down; I’ll finish you off right now!”

Feeling her power surging, Candy brushed past Brad while flicking her wrist towards him and speaking nonchalantly, “You totally had your chance, Bradley. But I’m, like, way too professional to give you any more of my time, okay?”

Brad tried to say something else, but Candy stopped listening. Even though his spunk was still filling her guts, she wasn’t about to let him have a chance. It was bad enough that he showed up here in the first place!

Next to greet her was her mother. She wrapped Candy in a tight, one-handed hug. The other hand was still flicking a cigarette.

She rasped, “I’m so *cough* proud of you, Candy-girl! You were so believable I wanted to jump in and *cough* save you myself.” She pulled away and clarified, “I mean, like actually help you get out, not ‘save you’ like Brad’s character did. Why is he even here? His acting stunk up the screen!”

Candy shook her head. “I know, right? He’s just, like, a total loser.”

Linda nodded, then furrowed her nose, causing her wrinkles to deepen further before speaking, “You have a bit of a...um...penis smell, Candy-girl. You might want to jump in the shower.”

Candy felt her cheeks flush. She peered across the room and tightened her silk robe around her body before replying in a shout-whisper, “Mom! Don’t go around, like, saying I smell like penis and stuff! It’s not my fault the laundry was super stinky!”

Linda held her hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry! I’m just saying, your hair reeks like a used jockstrap, that’s all.”

Candy groaned and walked past while muttering and uselessly preening her hair, “Gee, thanks, Mom.”

A few more steps nearly caused a collision with Silas, who was quickly moving towards the entrance. He was ravenously scarfing down a sandwich and walking in an awkward, bent-over gait. He clearly had a raging hard-on.

With a mouth full of food, he gargled, “Gotta go jack off. See you in the car, sis.”

She watched her brother’s gangling body shuffle through the Plexiglas door with the hollow bell announcing his departure. She chuckled to herself. He may have been a pathetic loser—sort of like Brad, but Silas was Candy’s pathetic loser. It didn’t bother her in the slightest that he was likely about to fantasize about her while masturbating. In fact, in her ‘Cammi Swallows’ robe, Candy actually felt like that was the best outcome for her brother: masturbating to her.

Candy finally made it to the far corner, where Logan was intently watching a screen with a pair of headphones over his ears. He prodded at a keyboard in front of him before looking up and growing a toothy grin. He hopped to his feet and removed his headphones.

“There she is, my newest superstar!” He declared while opening his arms.

Candy stepped into Logan’s orbit, and his arms enveloped her torso. As usual, she squished her breasts into him, and he poked his erection into her. He released her after a few seconds of squeezing and motioned for the table.

He explained excitedly, “I’ve been watching the raw footage. The camera sure loves Cammi Swallows!” He lifted the headphones and offered them to Candy. “Here, see for yourself.”

Candy placed the headphones on her ears and moved in front of the screen. She mentally prepared herself to ignore Brad’s awful acting and focus on her own performance. Hopefully, this would be the last time she’d have to work with an amateur like him!

Logan pressed play, and Candy saw herself holding the laundry bag. The camera panned up and down her body, zooming in and out to emphasize certain parts of her body. She couldn’t help but grin. Seeing herself on the screen was like a dream come true!

She remembered the sexy pout she’d worn during this part and... The camera focused on her face, and she saw a blatantly nervous version of herself with lifeless eyes trying to put on a sexy pout. She watched in horror as her gaze buried directly into the camera while she awkwardly flipped the bag around and started walking down the row. Her walk was awkward and stilted, as she appeared to be more concerned with where the camera was than anything. Her expression remained emotionless as the camera focused on her hips.

Candy shifted uncomfortably in front of the screen. Surely she had delivered her lines as well as she remembered! She watched herself suddenly jut her hip out unnaturally and speak in an even more wooden, amateur way than Brad’s awful performance. Her voice was monotone, nervous, and weak. “I can’t, like, believe I have to do HIS laundry! SO unfair!”

Candy tore off the headphones, shifted her gaze from the screen, and took a sharp breath as the realization struck her. She stank! She looked exactly like an amateur with no training or experience. She performed like...a shitty porn actress! The robe around her suddenly felt like a mockery.

Noticing her demeanor change, Logan stopped the recording and explained, “It’s your first time, Candy; you did wonderfully, all things considered. Now you can say you got your first scene out of the way.” He pressed a few keys on the keyboard before continuing, “And, besides, your fans are probably going to skip ahead to this part anyway.”

Candy looked back at the screen just as Brad pulled her g-string to the floor and exposed her holes. The camera zoomed in on her glistening folds while Brad positioned himself behind her. Now it just looked like a standard porno—a standard porno where she was reduced to a fat ass and a few wet holes hanging out of a washing machine! In fact, her face didn’t appear for the rest of the scene!

Did...did he say…’fans’?

The camera zoomed in on Candy’s tits as they jiggled and slapped the front of the machine. Logan tapped the keyboard to stop the tape.

He pointed to her chest. “Here’s the thing, Candy. This first scene will get you out there, and I’m sure there are a lot of men that will appreciate Cammi Swallows’ talents. But I don’t think you want to be the normal actress with a middling fan base. I think you want more, don’t you?”

Candy gulped and nodded. The prospect of fans viewing her content and masturbating to her like her disgusting brother lit her loins and sent shivers up her spine. She would do whatever it took to be the center of attention—to be a star!

Logan procured a card from his jacket pocket and held it out. “I want you to go see my friend. Tell him I sent you to get some implants. He’s got next-level stuff. He’ll know what to do.”

Candy gasped and asked incredulously, “I-Implants?”

Logan nodded solemnly. “I’m afraid so. Listen, I love your big naturals, but most fans these days expect their favorite actresses to have nice, firm boobies.” He pointed to the screen where a freeze frame showed her fat tits bouncing against the metal. “That’s not going to get you mainstream, okay?”

Candy tightened the silk robe around her chest defensively and lowered her gaze. She’d always gotten by just fine with her natural body. Did she really need to compromise this fast?

Logan pushed the card towards her again and hit play on the keyboard. “Please—do it for me. You know I want what’s best for you. Don’t worry, they’ll be small; you’ll hardly notice anything’s different, but the camera will love Cammi Swallows even more.”

She contemplated his request. Logan hadn’t steered her wrong yet. She watched the scene unfold on the screen and cringed. If her acting was going to be that bad...she needed every advantage she could muster. Also, she only had a few more chances to practice before her big role in Logan’s feature-length film! Candy sighed and accepted the card.

Lenoir Solutions LLC

Dr. Frank Grungot

”Why be you when you could be new!”

She turned over the card and saw an address scrawled on the back.

Logan laid his hands gently on Candy’s shoulders and bent down to meet her eyes. He got very close, and their connection was almost intimate.

He whispered, “If you trust me, there’s no telling where we can go. You do trust me, don’t you?”

Unable to escape him, Candy clutched the card in her tiny hand and answered shyly, “Of course I do, Master.”

He released her with a grin and motioned with his head towards the door. “Go on and head over to see him then. I’ll be stuck here editing for a while.”

“Like, r-right now?” She chirped.

“Like right now.” He responded. 

Candy turned to watch the screen just as the camera zoomed in on her cream-pied pussy. A river of semen trickled out. She could see her pendulous tits hanging down near the bottom of the shot. Maybe...maybe it was for the best. Besides, what woman her age didn’t have at least a little silicone in their body? Candy watched her hips subtly squirm as a bubbly cum queef erupted from her vagina. 

Turning towards the door, Candy made up her mind. If she was going to do this, she was going all the way. There was nothing that would get in the way of her acting destiny! She strutted across the linoleum floor with her hips rocking sensually, the name ‘Cammi Swallows’ plastered on her back. She shifted her hips and still felt part of Brad’s wad still nestled within.

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