God yes

You nodded to your assistant and said, “Please send her in, and as always, hold my calls... I don't wish to be disturbed during this.” Your assistant nodded, knowing what this meant, and said, “Miss Ames, you may come in now.”

As she walked into the room, you saw that the file did not disappoint. She was a typical blonde-haired petite girl of nineteen, with perfect skin, perfect makeup, and crisp bright eyes, though they seemed a little dim, most likely due to the fact that she was worrying about her future here in the industry. As you welcomed her into the office, “Miss Ames, it's a pleasure to meet you. I have begun to familiarize myself with your work.”

She smiled at you, a bright one, and from your experience in the industry you could tell it was a phony smile, and said, "Mr. Johnson, it is a pleasure to meet you as well. Thank you for taking the time to meet with me. I'm really excited to talk to you about this opportunity.”

As the two of you shook hands, you pointed over to your couch and had her sit down. As she walked past you, you got a good look at her body, and the photos in the file did not lie—she looked just as good: tight, petite, nice ass, nice long hair which you could grab while fucking her. Unlike Jane, she was showing off a good amount of skin, and between the jeans and the shirt, it was relatively tight and revealed most of her form.

As she sat down, you said, “Miss Ames, it's a pleasure to meet you. I see here that you have a good amount of acting experience previously, which is good to see, so we can skip most of the questions that I would typically have for newbies in the industry.”

You paused for a moment and said, "I guess my first question is, do you have any questions for me about the role or about the TV production? I assume your agent went over most of it with you already.”

You and she went over some of the banal details of the role, how long it had been ordered for, other positions that had already been filled, etc. After that, you said, “So with all of that boring stuff out of the way, would you like to read some of the lines, and we can see how your acting is?”

At this, she seemed to steel herself for a moment before getting up and walking over to your desk and saying, "Let's be honest, this isn't about my acting ability. You know I can act. I'm sure there are other naive Midwesterners who have been in here before me hoping for their big break and thinking that acting actually means something, but I know the truth—I've been out here for too long. I know the way things work, and now that I'm 18, I can use my body to get what I want. And what I want is to be an actress in a big-name production, and I know you could help me with that. So here is the deal: I let you fuck me here and now to get a taste of what I can do. Afterward, you take me out tonight, when you've interviewed the rest of the sluts that are coming in the dumb hope they can get this position, for a nice dinner and congratulate me on getting the position. Then you can take me home and do whatever you want to me for the night.”

You were slightly taken aback by this, but to be fair, she was not wrong. If she was coming right out and saying this, then you knew you could get much more from her in the future. As you had thought, she knew the ways of the industry, and the offer of tonight made you think of a few interesting things and ways you could call in some favors with other people in the industry, so you were inclined to agree with her.