With every last cent and then some

"Well, I can certainly understand your situation. Many successful actresses were once in your shoes, and it takes one quite dedicated to the craft to continue. Of course you can always try again later if you're ever in a better position, but in the meantime," he picked up the contracts she'd signed, "I'd best shred these."

Bria bit her lip as he slowly picked up the multiple copies she'd signed. To be famous had always been her dream, and she knew that her body was her ticket to fame. If she put it off she might be able to find a way to make money and come back, but she'd left home for this! She didn't want to have everyone saying, with pity or scorn in their eyes, that she had a shot and gave up.

"Wait! I... I just need to think..."

Lionel glanced at his watch impatiently. He scooted his chair to the side of his desk, where his dented garbage can sat, an old shredder mounted on top. One finger turned on the device as she wrung her hands.

"Look, I'm sorry but I can't wait for you to decide. I do have other clients to attend to, and since you obviously value the two-hundred more than the career it would kickstart..." he shrugged, taking a few pages from one desk and moving them towards the mouth of the shredder. "I can understand that finances are tight and you have to pinch pennies. I can see that from your clothes. Stilll..."

"My clothes?" she goggled at him. Her family wasn't well-to-do but they also weren't poor. It was true that almost everything they had went toward supporting their daughter's beauty contestant career, though. There were lessons for dancing, singing, elocution, and posture, as well as various facial and bodily treatments, among other things. It added up, and to look the best for the contests their money went toward contest-related costs.

"Look, one final time, are you interested or should I shred all these fine contracts that signify your dedication to becoming famous?"

Bria stared at Lionel, the face she'd thought rather unimpressive and meek now imposing and hard. He made a motion towards the shredder and in a panic she threw all her money across the desk to him. One five dollar bill flipped through the air, landing one the desk's edge for a moment before it drifted down into the shredder. Both watched it become worthless as it's remains were dumped from the machine into the dented garbage can below.

Lionel's head shook. "That was ten percent of my commission you just destroyed," he said. In truth he had no idea how much money she'd given him, but she thought it was two-hundred and he wondered if she'd notice the erroneous math. "I'm afraid..." he began, letting one page, a blank one he'd placed at the back, fall into the shredder.

"No! Please, I'm ****. I want to be a star, a big big star. I'll do anything to get it sir, just give me a chance. I'll," she licked her lips, looking the skinny agent up and down, "I'll make it worth your while."

"Really?" Lionel's eyebrows arched. He surreptitiously clicked two keys on his keyboard, but Bria's eye were too busy alternating between the contracts and his face to notice. "Do I understand you correctly in that you want to give me a blowjob for five bucks?"

Bria blanched, but turned on the charm, knowing that she had to sell this. She purred, "Oh yes I'd love to give you a blowjob you've ever had for five bucks."

"You're cheap," he said, making her blink, but not interrupting her sultry act. Surely he'd meant to say 'That', which she knew was true. A blowjob from her was worth so much more than five bucks, maybe even twenty.

"Yeah I'm cheap and easy," she agreed with a giggle, deciding that he wanted the act. "I'd fuck anyone for a little money."

"Well really you owe me five dollars, so I guess it's sort of like you're paying me to let you suck my dick, right?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess," she frowned."Why don't we just do it. I mean, why don't you let me suck your dick? I really want to."

"Well," he sighed, and sat in his battered old leather chair. "Since you really want to. Why not. Take off your clothes so I can tell if I should be getting hard."

Bria's smile faltered. Should be? No one ever went limp on her, at least not until she was done with them. She was the hottest piece of ass around, she had to fend off guys with boners in their pants all the time. She'd show him!

Unfortunately, with her mind occupied by what it could lose, and thrown off balance by Lionel's unusual treatment of her, instead of looking scorching hot she looked amateurish at best, particularly when she was naked and slipped while removing her shoes.

The agent sat slouched on the chair with a bored air, trying desperately to think of ice cubes and worms and some of those gory medical procedure dramas (at least the ones without scorchingly hot leads in them).

"Well, that was... pathetic. We can pretty well scratch stripper from your potential jobs, right"

"Please no! I... I could do it with practice," she pleaded.

"So you like showing strangers your body?" Lionel shrugged. "Well with your lack of skill I can see why you're so cheap, right?"

Bria could only nod, her throat too tight with shame and embarrassment, her face bright red. Whatever happened to her legendary grace? When she'd stripped for all those beauty contest judges she'd learned to do it gracefully, wantonly, this time she looked like a clueless, talentless bimbo. "Can I suck your cock now?" she blurted.

"Well, Bria Juergens, if you're that eager," Lionel said, waving toward his zippered crotch.

Bria nodded with a pasted on look of eagerness, scampering around the desk to kneel between his spread legs. Her trembling fingers unbuttoned and unzipped his fly, pulling his pants and briefs down as he raised his butt.

Lionel might not have been spectacularly endowed, being in fact rather ordinary in dimensions, but Bria compensated with all the zeal of a porn star as she licked and sucked and bobbed. She concentrated hard, determined to get it right. Hell, determined to get him hard.

The agent's thoughts of the most hideous things imaginable had kept him soft against incredible stimulation, but after five minutes of work he let the bored face slide away to something closer to interest, just as he started to lose the battle and his cock slowly went from a small limp noodle to a mighty (well, modest) log (stick?).

Keeping a balance of vacuous, slutty and eager on her face while she ministered to him was tiring, not to mention the oral antics. Hell, she'd used every trick she knew on his cock, balls, and even asshole to try and raise his flag. Licking, sucking, rubbing and fingering them all still hadn't roused the mighty beast, and by the time she had resorted to french his asshole (a feat she'd only ever performed for one particularly stubborn judge) he finally was fully hard. Not that he told her that until she'd spent a full minute down there doing her best to look like it was her equivalent to fine French cuisine.

Lionel's clothes had long-since been pulled off, all the better to give Bria's mouth room to dive down between two hairy stick-like legs. Finally he let out a pleasured sigh as she buried him in her throat, and muttered, "I think you're finally learning how to suck a dick. I'm guessing you haven't sucked many?"

In retaliation she stuck a finger up his spit-lubricated ass and he stiffened, a jet of cum surging from his cock. He had just enough presence of mind to push her head back and two thin strips pasted her mouth and cheek. Peter North he was not, but his business had been slow, and it had been a while since an actress had been **** (or stupid) enough to go down on him, let alone one of Bria's calibre. He found himself hoping she met both of those criteria.

"I've sucked dozens of guys!" she bragged, which might not have been an exageration. There'd been plenty of judges, a number of teachers, and her dates could pretty much count on getting at least a blowjob, but Lionel still gave her a skeptical look, to which she jutted out her chin and convincingly added, "Hundreds even. I love to suck cock."