the trainer

"Wow, thanks for your help," said Bella. She looked around her dressing room. "Help yourself to any of my mineral water or stuff."

"You can just give me a million dollars," said the Carson, the trainer.

Bella sat upright and though for a second before saying. "Wow, I don't know if have that much cash on hand. I'll have to check with my agent. He's like more into that accounting stuff than I am."

Did she just take me seriously? thought Carson. He had heard of ASG, and thought a test was in order. "Miss Thorne, may I ask you a personal question?"

Bella looked at him suspiciously. "What a million dollars isn't enough? You going to hit on me?"

"Forget the million dollars," said Carson. "For proper health, weight management, and brain function, you should be getting enemas twice a week. Are you?"

Bella looked disgusted for a moment, but then said. "Um, no. I didn't know that."

"Oh yeah," said Carson. "All the most successful actresses do it. I can't believe you don't. I guess you don't want to be very successful."

"I do!" said Bella.

"OK then, twice a week, after you arrive on set, get an enema. But it's unsafe to give it to yourself. Just find someone on set to help you out, just some random assistant or grip or someone. It doesn't even have to be the same person twice. It's no big deal, just a routine procedure that doesn't need a professional to carry out. I'm thinking Tuesdays and Fridays."

"Yeah, that sounds good, but an enema, yuck!"

"Don't worry, if done right, you'll actually enjoy it. It will be quite liberating to feel cleaned out."

There was a knock on the door. "Bella, you OK?" asked the director.

"Tell him you'll need some time," said Carson.

"yeah, but I'll need some time. Still with the...What's your name?"

"Carson."

"Carson."

"OK, I'll check back."

"Good, Miss Thorne. You know you have complete faith in me. I would never steer you wrong or give you bad advice."

"Oh, of course, and call me Bella."

"OK, Bella, I was reading an interview you did. You said you are 'sexually fluid.'"

"Yes, that's right."

"You said you love when a man cums on your face or when a woman gushes pussy juice all over your face. You said that makes you orgasm like crazy."

"Look, what are you like getting at?"

"Just making sure all of this is true. You know how tabloids lie, but you really do like having men or women cum on your face. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm totally not ashamed of it, but I don't think this topic is you know, appropriate."

"You brought it up!"

"I did?"

"Yeah, just out of the blue you said how much you like men and women cumming on your face and that during foreplay, you always tongue out their assholes because giving men or women rimjobs really gets you in the mood. You said you even like tonguing out a guy who has a hairy, sweaty asshole."

"Wow, I'm like so sorry. I guess the blow to the head must have made me like overly chatty about my sex life."

"No big deal. A talented, beautiful actress like you is expected to brag about her sexual kinks and fetishes. Keeping them a secret is something only insecure prudes and B-list celebs do."

"Yeah, you're right."

Carson's dick started to grow hard.