Disney Channel Show

It's Monday morning, and you're at your desk, buried under a avalanche of headshots and resumes from aspiring actresses. You've got roles to fill for Disney's upcoming slate—shows, movies, the works. One script's been nagging at you: a Disney+ series needing its lead, a high school girl with magical powers juggling a secret double life.

Disney spins a wholesome image for the public, but let's be real—they cast hot girls for everything, especially the kid-targeted stuff on Disney Channel. The stories are for the children; the actresses are for the dads. Those pervy bastards shell out big for concerts, merch, whatever comes next in a starlet's career. And yeah, most of them fantasize about these young things getting fucked.

You're the gatekeeper here, scouting not just the star but the supporting cast too. The director lucked out wanting someone just over 18 with zero Hollywood baggage—fresh meat, eager to trade favors. Established stars? They play hard to get. Newbies? They'll bend.

Sifting through the pile, three stand out.

First: a petite Midwestern gem named Jane. Local theater creds, a handful of national commercials. Innocent charm with a naughty glint— the kind that makes grown men rock hard.

Second: your standard California blonde, a dime a dozen. More experience—child actor turned sitcom vet, bit parts in blockbusters. But acting chops? Irrelevant. It's all about the visuals.

Third: a Hispanic girl, dragged in for diversity quotas. Weakest resume by far...no real breaks despite years grinding in L.A. Rough background, you can tell. Petite, dark-haired, darker skin. A tad older than the others, but Disney's never let that stop them.

No question you'll fuck them fuck all. The real game: which gets the role? You'll audition them personally, gauge who's willing to give the most. The director gets ongoing access during filming; you? One, maybe two shots at their holes before you lose them.

A knock at the door.

"Come in."