Mia stepped off the bus in Hollywood with nothing but a duffel bag and a fake ID saying she was twenty-two. The sun burned down on the Walk of Fame, and she had no idea where the hell she was going. Lost already. A guy in a black T-shirt leaned against a lamppost, watching her. He was older, maybe thirty-five, with rough hands and eyes that didn’t blink.
“Need a ride, kid?” he asked.
She should have said no. Instead she climbed into his beat-up Camaro. Ten minutes later his hand was on her thigh, pushing up her short skirt. “You want to make it in this town, you gotta be willing to spread those legs,” he said, voice flat and dirty. Mia’s heart hammered, but her pussy was already wet. She pulled her panties aside and let him shove two thick fingers inside her right there at a red light.
He drove her to a cheap motel off Sunset. The door barely shut before he had her bent over the bed. “Fuck, this tight little cunt,” he growled, yanking her jeans down. His cock was thick and veined; he didn’t bother with niceties, just spat on it and shoved in deep. Mia cried out, gripping the sheets as he pounded her from behind, balls slapping her ass with every thrust. “Take it, Hollywood slut. This is what you came for.” He fucked her hard and fast, filling her pussy with hot cum before she’d even caught her breath.
That night he took her to a party in the Hills. The house was loud, full of coke and half-naked bodies. A director with silver hair cornered her in the bathroom. “Show me what you’ve got,” he said. Mia dropped to her knees on the tile and sucked his cock like she was starving. He held her head and fucked her throat until spit ran down her chin. When he pulled her up and bent her over the sink, he slammed into her ass without warning. The stretch burned, but she pushed back, moaning like a whore while he railed her hole raw.
By the end of the week she had three more “auditions.” One was with two guys at once in a casting office after dark. They stripped her, laid her on the desk, and took turns fucking her mouth and cunt. One guy came on her tits while the other kept pounding her until she squirted all over his cock. They laughed, called her a natural, and told her to come back tomorrow for more.
Mia stopped pretending she was just lost. She started showing up at bars and sets dressed in nothing but tiny dresses that barely covered her ass. She let producers fuck her in parking garages, agents bend her over their desks, even a famous actor take her in the back of his limo while the driver watched in the mirror. Every time a cock stretched her open she felt more at home. Her pussy stayed sore and slick, always ready.
One night she found herself in a mansion bedroom with the same guy from the first day. He tied her wrists to the headboard with his belt and ate her out until she begged. Then he flipped her over and fucked her ass again, slower this time, whispering filthy shit about how many loads she’d taken since she got off that bus. Mia came so hard she saw stars, clenching around his cock while he pumped another thick creampie deep inside her.
She never made it to any real audition. Instead she became the girl everyone in town knew would say yes. Lost in Hollywood, but not lost at all. Every night she went to sleep with cum leaking down her thighs and a smile on her face, knowing exactly where she belonged.
