The first month goes well, you even have a promising lead on a big scorer

After a good start to the year, making your way through a system doing odd jobs and making the most of the bar scene to keep your score topped up so Amanda's doesn't pull too far ahead. Unfortunately, no one filling the criteria of the bonuses available, but still very enjoyable none the less. In theory, you could be doing much better than you were, but you were starting to use your time to do research on some people who might meet the bonus criteria.

A little part of you was starting to feel a little excited about trying to hunt down girls worth a larger amount of points. Admittedly it was more work, very little of it glamourous or exciting but it beat the monotony the bar scene could sometimes turn into. You also felt the anticipation and work that goes into the setup will make the payoff and the end results of it all the sweeter. The idea that one of your conquests might result in a media scandal somewhere down the line if only local or specific made you a little giddy.

You finish straightening out your flight suit, giving the sweet barkeep a playful slap on her rear as she lies on her front a steady stream of your cum leaking out of her pussy lips. You laugh under your breath for a moment, still not quite able to believe she laughed at your line 'I've got more than a tip for you,'. You quietly slip out of the room, leaving the bar girl, Rosy you think her name was, to get a little bit of a lie-in after the morning fun. You take a seat down at the bar idly checking your messages while waiting on some food, when one catches you eye.

When you arrived in the system you had done a search of actresses from Holo-wood fame, given this system was often used for filming due to the age of the station giving it that classic feel. The fact the station also had some interesting tax statuses with the various galactic governments was purely coincidental, you were assured. In either case, it had been a low effort long shot that seemed to pay off. While no actresses earning a Holo-wood pay would live in a station as fine a Cambel's Point, despite it's retro aesthetic and neo-classical authentic rust. They would be **** to reside in it during filming, which was more frequent and a big name would put you comfortably in the lead.

So you had a routine made up for you that would search the local nets and message spaces for mentions of actresses, a good deal would be worthless, people discussing films or the actresses, but you did get the odd article of sightings. In any case, one result came back with curiosity you couldn't pass up, someone bragging that an actress of Holo-wood fame had been in his building today. They were being very cagey with the info but suggested that we'd find out soon enough because the business she visited was known for shooting a different type of Holo.

It felt far too good to be true, but it was a tale as old as space exploration. Star gets big, makes mistakes with her newfound fame and fortune, gets shunned, decides to use her talents to try and earn a living they had grown accustomed to. They were called fallen angels and it was much more common for the male actors given the rate Holo-wood churned through people. It was hard to compete in an age where anyone could pay to get themselves chiselled looks. Still, most actors/actresses retire gracefully with what they earn and live luxuriously.

Unable to pass on this longshot, you did a little digging and made contact with the poster and with a little persuasion in the form of you playing his wing-woman for the night, managed to get the address of the Holo-vid maker. An in-person visit and your natural charms earned you the message which had intrigued you, inviting you to do an audition. Best case you got some quality one on one time with a fallen angel and bag yourself a nice amount of bonus points, worst case you spend a few hours enjoying yourself and have a movie of you floating around somewhere.

When you arrive at the building you're greeted by a man in smart wear with his shirt open to reveal a gold chain tangled in a thicket of chest hair standing and looking rather out of place with the rest of the furnishings and also unwilling to touch them. Next to him was a more energetic individual with a could of drones buzzing around his shoulders.

"Hi, I've got an audition for Grace Holos," You announce as you walk in.

"Ah right on time," The energetic man says, walking up to you and looking you up and down, his drones coming active and flying a circuit of your body. "yes, very nice," The man adds taking a firm grasp of one of your ass cheeks before letting go and walking around your front.

"We don't have all day Cid," The smartly dressed man says while Cid quickly gropes your boobs before stepping back and looking at your through a rectangle made of his thumb and fingers of both hands. "Cid!," The smartly dressed man snaps, after a good minute of Cid muttering to himself.

The loud tone snapping Cid out of, whatever he thought he was doing. "Sorry Marcus, did you say something?" Cid asks apologetically.

The smartly dressed man begins to massage his temples muttering a count to ten under his breath before finally reply to his irksome colleague. "Will she do?" Marcus asks slowly.

"Will, who do?" Cid asks two projections of question marks appearing above the drones now hovering above him.

You watch as Markus' complexion begins to redden, and you decide to step in before you become witness to a **** or a stress-induced heart attack or some combination of the two. "I think he means me, Am I good enough?" You say out loud, your tone halting Marcus' hands mid throttle manoeuvre.

"Oh you, yeah you're perfect, did I not say?" Cid replies, turning to you, then back to Marcus.

"Not out loud," You offer.

"Oh, Sorry, I sometimes get a little excited," Cid replies as Marcus walks over to you.

"He's all yours," Marcus says softly placing a sympathetic hand on your shoulders before leaving and muttering to himself. "Lucky he's good at his job..."

"Oh don't mind Marcus, he's a little uptight, but all the money types are," Cid says with a confident tone extending out a hand which you take.

"So we've got another new starter for you to work with for your audition, we'll see how you both perform together and have a little oral action and depending on if we like it, we'll invite you back for a full shoot," Cid explains leading you through a few rooms and into an empty office which was well lit.

"So what's the girl I'm working with like?" You ask idly

"Oh well, keep it between us, but you might recognise her," Cid replies with a smile

"Really? Is she like a model for ship parts or something?" You ask

"Oh, so that's not a costume, you really are a pilot?" Cid asks surprised for a moment. "It's funny because the shoot we're looking to do would have you as a pilot," Cid muses. "Wow, a real pilot," he adds.

"Yeah, got my own ship and everything," You reply with a confident smile.

"Really, do you think we could use it for filming?" Cid asks hopefully.

"I think we can work something out," with a smile as you approach a set where you see a woman with curly brown hair running down past her shoulders with her back to you.