Hot Pink's protege

Melissa felt woozy as she read through the script. The details of here scenes were graphic. She felt her anxiety rise and her crotch moisten. Any concern she had about being exposed to the world from her old pictures was gone.

This would far outdo them.

She tried to calm herself as she read line after line. All of her sex scenes were... with Hot Pink. Demeaning, degrading, border-line insane? Yes. But all with Hot Pink.

After finishing the script Melissa looked up at the lady. "Can I see Hot Pink and the director?" She asked, not even sure why. Perhaps just wanting to confirm that all that she read was indeed going to happen. It seemed impossible.

"They'd rather not. They say it's important that they don't see you until you're on set, and they want to get started as quickly as possible. I'll bring in wardrobe."

"Wait!" Melissa shouted, dirty thoughts of everything she read flooding her mind. "Before you go, I have one more question." Melissa was pretty sure the answer to this question was 'no', but she thought she'd ask anyway. "Before we start, can I maybe get a drink. A shot of whiskey or something?"

The woman smiled. "Of course."

Four days later Melissa stared into the mirror in her bedroom. The girl who stared back looked completely different. The porn shoot had ended about a day and a half after it started and afterward Melissa had gone home and not left her apartment for two days. She skipped class, called off work, even had to cancel one of her gigs with Tie-Died Pussy. For two days Melissa relived the reverie of the porn shoot, rubbing herself off again and again. And again and again, unable to escape the memory of it all.

Not to mention, if she'd left the apartment, she feared no one would recognize her.

Still, she stared in the mirror, looking at the stranger before her, reliving the past two days again.

The first scene had been easy enough. She played a hippie-ish folk singer, and wardrobe had given her a long flowy skirt and done her hair into flat bangs. As she played and sang for the crowd, she slowly stripped out of her shirt, boots, bra and skirt, exposing her furry pussy to everyone there. Then she played a couple more songs and the scene was done.

The second scene had seemed amazing at the time. It started with her making out with Hot Pink. And as the porn star who she'd lusted after so intensely, slipped her tongue between Melissa's lips for the first time, she had to do everything she could to not faint. Her touch was amazing as she caressed Melissa's body, squeezed her small breasts, peeled off her panties and curled her fingers into Melissa's twat.

Then the two women scissored for what seemed like an eternity. Both naked bodies thrusting into each other. Melissa would never forget the smell of the sweat and cum and the feel of Hot Pink's long leg up against her face as she licked it, **** for a taste of flesh.

At the time it seemed like the complete apex of her sex life and Melissa was sure that this porn was the greatest thing she'd ever done.

Until the final scene.

It was the scene where Hot Pink officially transformed Melissa's character into her musical protege and Melissa almost felt like she too was being transformed into Hot Pink's porn protege.

This was the memory of the past two days that made Melissa cum the most.

The camera flickered on and Melissa and Hot Pink regarded each other. Since they'd been intimate in their scene, Melissa no longer felt afraid of Hot Pink, but still no less obsessed with her. At the moment Hot Pink wore a tight leather dress that showed off her massive beautiful breasts and wonderful curves. Melissa wore a plain t-shirt and jeans. That was the point.

The two women read the lines written for them, exchanging pointless silly dialogue until they reached the setup.

When Hot Pink said "What is it that you want to be?"

and Melissa answered, "I want to be just like you. I want to be a star."

And the world turned on it's head.

Suddenly Hot Pink had a hold of Melissa and she heard the sound of her shirt tearing into a dozen pieces, exposing her bra-less torso to the sound-stage. Her nipples immediately stood up. She knew she had nothing to do in this scene other than let Hot Pink have her way with her.

First came the sensation of Hot Pink pressing her lips to hers again, a nice long, deep, tongue-filled kiss as the porn-star slipped her pants off. Then Hot Pink's kisses trailing down her neck to her breasts and a bite around her nipple.

Melissa's body jumped, startled. That... wasn't in the script. Hot Pink was improvising.

Then suddenly Hot Pink was again staring Melissa deep in the eyes. "Say it again!" She demanded.

"I want to be just like you!" Melissa said.

Melissa felt Hot Pink respond with a slap to her cheek and a wad of spit on her lip. That wasn't in the script either.

But the dildo was. And Melissa expected it when she felt it, thick and long start to push it's way into her wet asshole. She'd never been taken anally before and it felt strange, like her whole body was being filled.

"Say it again!" She heard Hot Pink demand louder.

"I want to be like you!" Melissa answered, her voice broken.

Her skin broken, as a needle pushed its way into her hard left nipple, then a string, then a silver ring. Blood dripped down from the puncture and Hot Pink slicked it up with her tongue and shared it with Melissa, their tongues meeting again.

Melissa's body shuttered. The pain of her nipple piercing was more than she'd expected. Her skin was coming slicked over with sweat. The set was starting to smell of sex.

Then another smack, from the other cheek. Melissa's long blonde hair fell into her face. Hot Pink was improvising again. And Melissa kind of liked it.

And the buzzing sound of hair trimmers. And the sensation of trimmers on Melissa's head, pulling at, cutting at her hair. The cold air hit the skin on her head as Hot Pink went to town, buzzing off the sides of her scalp, tossing the hair away until Melissa felt it only in the middle of her head, a mohawk.

She felt different... new... wild.

Hot Pink tossed the trimmers aside and reached her hand down Melissa's sweaty body and into her sopping wet cunt, swirling three fingers around and then pulling them out quickly.

Melissa let out a gasp and an "ugh." Then Hot Pink used the sticky juices to gel up Melissa's new hairstyle. Melissa couldn't see it but she knew she loved it.

"Am I like you yet?" Melissa tried to improvise too. And this was met with another smack of spit, right on her forehead.

"Quiet slut!" Hot Pink seemed angry. It was just a show, Melissa told herself. "You'll never be like me. I'm the biggest star in the world."

Melissa's breasts heaved. Her asshole burned. Her nipple felt like it was on fire.

"Besides." Hot Pink went on. "You still have too much hair."

And before Melissa knew it, Hot Pink's face was at her twat. Everything was happening so quickly now.

Hot Pink took a thick patch of Melissa's bush between her teeth and pulled. Melissa yelped at the sensation of hair being pulled from her snatch. Was that in the script? She couldn't remember.

Then the sound of the trimmers again, and the feeling of cold air on her wet pussy. Then the feeling of what could only been Hot Pink's tongue wiggling into her slit. For how long? She couldn't remember.

But Melissa remembered how the scene was supposed to end. Finally the dildo was pulled from her ass. Melissa felt like her body was free and she gasped for air. And as her mouth hung open, she felt Hot Pink place something on her tongue, something soft. Hair. The hair from her muff. And finally the dildo from her ass, shoved between her lips back into her throat, the hair tickling at her tonsils. The whole world collapsing around her.

Painful.

Filthy.

Joy.

Melissa screamed for joy as she came again onto her bathroom floor. For the tenth time in two days. Then she stared at herself some more int he mirror. Her bald pussy. her pierced nipple. Her new mohawk. She knew at some point she'd have to leave this apartment. She'd have to rejoin society and see if anyone still recognized her. Did she want anyone to recognize her?

But that day wouldn't be today. And probably not tomorrow. It would have to wait... at least until she felt like a person again. Right now she felt like Hot Pink's play thing... nothing more. Not that she needed anything more. Somehow Hot Pink's plaything seemed like everything she wanted to be.

And she didn't know if she'd ever be Melissa again... Melissa the student, the bartender, the drummer. Melissa the daughter, the sister, the friend. She just wanted to be Melissa the plaything. The used. The depraved. The happy.

So for the tenth time in two days she got down on all fours in her bathroom and started to lick her puddle of cum up off the tiles.