Set Days Pt. 5

Jazmine was on her knees, the plush carpet of Preston’s office digging into her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind a chaotic storm of emotions and thoughts. She tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was impossible to ignore the avalanche of feelings crashing over her.

Preston’s cock was hard and heavy in her mouth, the taste of his skin mixed with the faint saltiness of sweat. She hated every second of it, but she **** herself to continue. The thought of her career, the future she had been working so hard for, and the dreams of stardom kept her going. She bobbed her head up and down, her lips stretched around him, her tongue swirling around the tip as she tried to keep her gag reflex in check.

“That’s it, Jazmine,” Preston groaned, his hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Jazmine’s eyes watered, a mixture of disgust and the strain of the act. She could feel the saliva pooling in her mouth, dripping down her chin as she struggled to keep pace with his thrusts. The sound of his pleasure made her stomach churn, but she knew she had to see this through. She had to.

As she worked him with her mouth, her thoughts drifted back to her past. Jackson Steele. The name felt foreign now, like a ghost from another life. She had come so far, changed so much, and yet, in moments like this, she felt the weight of her old self pressing down on her. The memories of her transformation, the surgeries, the hormone treatments, all of it rushed through her mind.

But this was her reality now. Jazmine Jade, the rising star, the woman who would do whatever it took to make it in this ruthless industry. She had to remind herself of that, even as she felt her dignity slipping away with each stroke of her tongue.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” Preston hissed, his grip tightening in her hair. Jazmine winced, her scalp burning, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop. She could feel him swelling in her mouth, the throbbing intensity signaling he was close. The thought made her want to retch, but she swallowed her revulsion and kept going.

Her movements became more ****, her lips sliding up and down his length with increasing speed. She could hear the wet sounds of her saliva, the obscene slurping noises that filled the room, and she hated it. Hated herself. But she kept going, driven by the faint hope that this nightmare would end soon.

Preston’s breathing grew ragged, his hips jerking forward with each thrust. “Oh, fuck, Jazmine,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

Jazmine’s heart raced, a twisted sense of relief mingling with the disgust. She wanted this to be over, but the reality of what she was doing made her skin crawl. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the world, to focus solely on the mechanical act of pleasuring him. Her tongue flicked over the sensitive underside of his cock, her lips creating a tight seal as she sucked him with everything she had.

She felt him tense, his body going rigid, and she knew he was about to climax. “Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his voice a low growl. “Take it, Jazmine.”

The next moment, she felt the hot, bitter taste of his cum flooding her mouth. She fought the urge to pull away, to spit it out, and instead swallowed, the thick liquid sliding down her throat. Preston’s moans of pleasure filled her ears, and she felt a sick sense of triumph knowing she had done what he wanted, secured her place in the campaign.

As he pulled away, she collapsed onto her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her body trembling with a mix of relief and revulsion. Preston zipped up his pants, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“You did good, Jazmine,” he said, patting her head like she was a pet. “This campaign is going to be huge for you.”

Jazmine **** a smile, her cheeks burning with humiliation. “Thank you,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Preston nodded, his eyes still gleaming with lust. “Now, go clean yourself up. We have a lot of work ahead of us.”

She stood up on shaky legs, feeling the weight of the encounter pressing down on her. As she walked out of his office, she couldn’t help but feel a hollow ache in her chest. She had done what she needed to do, but at what cost?

The reflection in the polished glass door was a reminder of who she had become. Jazmine Jade, the rising star, the woman who would do anything to achieve her dreams. But deep down, she couldn’t shake the lingering shadow of Jackson Steele, the person she used to be. The person who would never have imagined finding themselves in this situation.

But this was her life now, and she had to live with it. One way or another.

Jazmine gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove home, her mind a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the city, but all she could see was Preston’s leering face and feel the taste of his cum still lingering in her mouth. She shuddered, trying to push the memory away, but it was like trying to hold back a flood.

“What the fuck did I just do?” she whispered to herself, the words hanging heavy in the air. She couldn’t believe it, yet she knew this was just another rung on the ladder she had been climbing for so long. Would Clea even care? Probably not. Clea was all about results, and if this got them the Pantene campaign, it would be seen as a necessary evil.

Her mind drifted to what Clea might say. “Good job, Jazmine. Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty to make it in this business,” she could almost hear Clea’s voice, cold and calculating. Jazmine knew she was right, but it didn’t make the reality of it any easier to swallow. She felt like she was losing herself, bit by bit, piece by piece.

The thoughts about what she just did led to darker corners of her mind. She remembered Kyle, the things she had to do with him. The way he fucked her, rough, demanding... The fake pussy Clea had given her was realistic enough, but it didn’t take away the feeling of his dick inside her, thrusting relentlessly. She shuddered again, recalling the way she moaned and pretended to enjoy it, all to keep up the facade. She felt dirty just thinking about it.

And it wasn’t just Kyle. There would be others. She knew that. More men, more demands, more ways to **** herself in the name of fame and success. The thought made her stomach turn, but what choice did she have? She had sacrificed everything for this. Her old life, her body, her identity as Jackson Steele. All of it gone, replaced by Jazmine Jade, the rising starlet.

Her training had been intense. Long hours with personal trainers to sculpt her mind and body into the perfect feminine form. The dieting was brutal, every calorie counted, every indulgence a guilty pleasure she couldn’t afford. She had spent countless hours with voice coaches, learning to speak, to sing, to laugh like a woman. And there was also the surgery for her ample bosom.

“Was it worth it?” she asked herself, her voice barely a whisper over the hum of the engine. The answer wasn’t clear. The fame, the success, the glamour – it all seemed so close, yet moments like this made her wonder if she had lost too much in the process.

She thought about what might come next. More sexual favors, more degrading acts. Would she have to fuck every powerful man in Hollywood to stay relevant? The idea was sickening, yet it felt almost inevitable. Her thoughts turned to the things she had already done with Kyle – the handjob, the blowjob and the sex. She remembered the time he had her on all fours, pounding into her from behind while she whimpered and tried to keep up. "Fuck, you feel so good," he had growled, and she had moaned in response.

And what about Clea? She wasn’t just her manager, she was her lover, her tormentor, her puppet master. Clea had a way of making her feel both cherished and used, manipulating her emotions and her body to get what she wanted. The memory of Clea’s strap-on inside her, the way she had made love to her, flashed through her mind.

“Fuck,” she muttered, shaking her head. She needed to pull herself together. This was her life now. She had chosen this path, and there was no turning back. She just had to keep moving forward, no matter what it cost her.

She pulled into the driveway of her home, the engine ticking as it cooled down. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her bags and stepped out of the car. The night air was cool, a welcome relief from the oppressive thoughts swirling in her head. She walked to the door, her heels clicking on the pavement, and pushed it open.

“Clea?” she called out, her voice echoing in the empty hallway. No answer. She felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. She wasn’t ready to face Clea just yet, but she also didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts.

She made her way to her room, dropping the bags on the floor. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror – the image of a rising star, hair mostly in place, but her makeup was no longer flawless, of course. But behind the facade, she felt like she was falling apart.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her mind still racing. The taste of Preston’s cum was still in her mouth, the memory of his hands on her head making her skin crawl. She needed to get it together, to find a way to cope with this. She had come too far to let it all fall apart now.

But as she sat there, the weight of everything she had done, and everything she still had to do, pressed down on her. She felt trapped in a nightmare of her own making, and she didn’t know how to wake up.

She wanted to scream, to cry, but she felt paralyzed, trapped in her own skin. She heard the door to her room open and close, the sound of Clea’s heels clicking against the floor as she walked down the hallway.

Clea appeared in the doorway, her eyes scanning the room before landing on Jazmine. “Hey, there you are. How did it go?”

Jazmine took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “It was… awful,” she said, her voice shaking. “Preston… he… he made me…”

Clea raised an eyebrow, stepping further into the room. “What happened?”

Jazmine’s emotions burst forth in a flood. “He made me suck his dick, Clea!” she shouted, her voice breaking. “He threatened to cancel the whole campaign if I didn’t do it. And I did it. I fucking did it.”

Clea’s expression remained calm, but there was a flicker of anger in her eyes. She walked over to the bed and sat down next to Jazmine, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You did what you had to do, Jazmine. This business is cutthroat, and sometimes we have to make sacrifices to get ahead.”

Jazmine stared at her in disbelief. “Sacrifices? Clea, I felt like a whore. He treated me like a piece of meat. And you’re telling me this is normal?”

Clea sighed, her hand gently rubbing Jazmine’s shoulder. “Look, I know it’s not ideal. But this is the reality of the industry. You wanted fame, success, all of it. This is the price we pay.”

Jazmine shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “I didn’t sign up for this. I didn’t sign up to be used like this.”

Clea’s grip on her shoulder tightened, her voice taking on a harder edge. “Yes, you did. You knew what you were getting into. We talked about this, Jazmine. The sacrifices, the compromises. This is part of the deal. You want to be a star? You have to be willing to do whatever it takes.”

Jazmine’s mind raced, her thoughts a chaotic mix of anger, sadness, and confusion. “But… but it’s not right. It’s not fair.”

Clea’s expression softened slightly. “No, it’s not. But that’s the world we live in. You need to toughen up, Jazmine. You’re stronger than this. You’ve come so far, don’t let this break you.”

Jazmine took a deep breath, trying to absorb Clea’s words. She hated that she was right, that this was just another obstacle in her path. But it didn’t make the reality any easier to swallow. “I just… I feel so used,” she whispered.

Clea leaned in closer, her voice soothing but firm. “I know. But you have to see the bigger picture. This campaign is huge. It’s going to put you on the map. And after this, you’ll have more power, more control. You won’t have to do things like this forever. But right now, we play the game.”

Jazmine took a deep breath, trying to summon the strength she needed. She knew Clea was right. She had come too far to let this break her. She had to keep going, no matter what.

“What if there are more men like Preston?” Jazmine asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “What if this keeps happening?”

Clea’s jaw tightened. “It’s fucked up, Jazmine. Trust me, I know. I had to deal with Preston too. The day you went shopping, you came back and walked in on us in the middle of it. He made me blow him right there while we were discussing your fee.”

Jazmine’s eyes widened in shock. “Wait, you too? Clea, I had no idea.”

Clea nodded, her expression hard. “Yeah. He’s a piece of shit. But this is the industry we’re in. Sometimes, you have to suck and fuck your way to the top. It’s not fair, and it’s not right, but it’s reality. We’re in this together, and we’ll get through it together.”

Jazmine felt a pang of empathy for Clea. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. It’s… it’s just so messed up.”

Clea’s eyes softened as she looked at Jazmine. “It is. But we’re strong. We’re resilient. And we’re going to make it to the top, no matter what.”

Jazmine nodded slowly, a newfound determination settling over her. She could do this. She had to. For her career, for her future, for everything she had sacrificed. She would push through, no matter what it took.

“Okay,” she said finally, her voice steady. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Clea smiled, her hand squeezing Jazmine’s shoulder. “That’s my girl. Now, let’s focus on what’s next. We’ve got a lot of work to do, and I need you at your best.”

Jazmine nodded, a steely resolve building inside her. She had Clea by her side, and together, they would face whatever came their way. She was ready to do whatever it took to achieve her dreams, no matter how difficult or degrading.

As Clea stood up and walked towards the door, she turned back to Jazmine. “Remember, you’re not alone in this. We’re a team. And we’re going to make it to the top, no matter what.”

Jazmine watched her leave, her mind a storm of conflicting emotions. She knew the road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but she was ready to face it. She had to be. For the sake of everything she had worked for, and everything she had yet to achieve.

The next week for Jazmine was a whirlwind of emotions, a blur of shooting days, social media engagements, and private moments that pushed her resolve to its limits. Each day felt like a test of her strength, her determination to succeed in this cutthroat industry.

On the set, she poured herself into her role, using the camera’s gaze as an escape from the turmoil in her mind. The long hours of shooting were grueling, but they offered a temporary reprieve from the invasive thoughts about Preston and the compromises she had made. The director praised her performance, noting how her intensity brought a new depth to her character. Jazmine smiled, feeling a small sense of accomplishment, but the shadow of her recent experiences loomed large.

Off the set, her days were filled with photoshoots, meetings, and social media updates. Henrik, her social media manager, was relentless in his pursuit of perfection. He pushed her to engage with fans, post behind-the-scenes glimpses, and promote the Pantene ad campaign. The ad was rolling out, and her face was everywhere – billboards, magazines, online banners. It was surreal and yet grounding, a reminder of what she was working towards.

Her interactions with Kyle were a mix of professional camaraderie and personal intimacy. They texted frequently, discussing scenes, sharing jokes, and casual conversation. One evening, after a particularly grueling day on set, Kyle invited her over for dinner at a restauarant. The night quickly escalated, and they found themselves in his car, with Jazmine's lips wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck, Jazmine, you feel so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping her head as he thrust into her mouth. Jazmine’s sounds filled the room, the sound of saliva and sucking echoing in the space. She lost herself in the moment, her mind blank except for the idea of pleasing her pretend-boyfriend.

“Don’t stop,” he gasped, his nails digging into her head. “Deeper, Jaz.”

Her pace quickened, her movements becoming more frantic. The release, when it came, was explosive, leaving him trembling and spent, and leaving her with a mouth full of his seed.

In the aftermath, Jazmine thought about the lengths she had gone to for this career – the transformations, the sacrifices, the demeaning encounters, and this entire relationship with Kyle. She wondered if it was all worth it, but then she would remind herself of the bigger picture, the fame, the success, the dream she was chasing.

Her social media presence was another constant demand. Henrik was meticulous, crafting posts that showcased her in the best light. The Pantene ad was garnering a lot of attention, and Jazmine’s follower count was skyrocketing. She engaged with fans, posted glamorous shots, and shared snippets from her daily life. The comments were a mix of admiration and envy, and she basked in the attention, even if it felt hollow at times.

By the end of the week, the exhaustion was catching up to her. It was Saturday evening, and she finally had a moment to herself. She slipped into her favorite pajamas – a cute pink cami with matching shorts, the soft fabric a comfort against her skin. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she wore a light layer of makeup – just enough to feel pretty without trying too hard.

She lay on her bed, her phone in hand, scrolling through her Instagram feed. The Pantene ad posts were everywhere, her face beaming back at her from countless screens. She clicked on one of the posts, watching the video play out – her hair shining, her smile radiant. The comments were overwhelmingly positive, praising her beauty and elegance.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she read through the comments. Despite everything, this was a moment of triumph. She had made it this far, and she wasn’t going to let anything stop her. She had worked too hard, sacrificed too much, to let doubts and regrets hold her back.

She thought about Clea’s pep talk, about the harsh realities of their industry. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t right, but it was the world they lived in. She had to be strong, resilient, and determined. There would be more Prestons, more compromises, but she would face them head-on, with her head held high.

As she continued to scroll, her resolve solidified. She was Jazmine Jade, and she was going to conquer this industry, no matter what it took. The road ahead was still long and filled with challenges, but she was ready.

She was strong. She was unstoppable.