Trying to Grow Up

Ariana found herself on Max's doorstep. The eighteen year old starlet wanted to shed her goofy teen image, and though she could not remember how she heard of Max or found out his address, here she was.

Max answered the door. "Come in. Remove your shoes, and follow me."

"Yes, sir." Ariana found Max very handsome and very imposing, and it seemed natural for her to follow his orders. She kicked off her clunky sandals and followed Max into his house and through his house to his backyard.

Max sat in a large lounge chair on his patio. "Have a seat." He pointed to a small concrete bench.

Ariana sat down. The bench was so low, her knees were higher than her waist. "So, about my career."

"I couldn't give a rat's ass about your career, bitch," said Max as she looked at her fingernails. "I'm just interested in exploring your slutty side, expanding your slutty side, and getting you to embrace your slutty side..." Max looked Ariana in the eyes, "whether you like it or not."

Ariana swallowed hard. She felt herself growing warm, but also growing scared.