“How can you tell when the material is right for a successful film? What determines that? What criteria do you use?” It was a valid question and she was startled when he laughed at her, in a raucous, derisive way. He had a rough voice, and a blunt style of delivery, but he got his points across.
“It’s a crapshoot. How can I tell when a pretty woman is going to give me a blow job or not when I ask her to? You’re a beautiful girl, so what do you say? How about it, sweetheart? If you do it right, I come pretty fast.” As he said it, he locked the dressing room door behind him, and made a swift move toward her. He cupped her breasts for an instant, and then grabbed her crotch hard, and then with surprising strength, he forced her down on her knees with both his hands on her shoulders, then unzipped his fly, and released his erect penis in her face. It all happened so fast, Antonia didn’t know what had hit her. He gave himself a quick rub to keep it hard, as she stood up and backed away from him, staying near the door as she did. She hadn’t expected anything like this, and he was so crude about it. He made no attempt to put it back in when he saw the shocked look on her face.
“Look, I can make things easy for you. You want to struggle here for four years with a lot of boring half-assed professors who’ve never succeeded at anything, or do you want the fast track to success? Make me happy and I’ll get you a part in any movie you want. You’ll be in Hollywood by next week for a screen test, and with your looks, you’ll be a star in no time. I can make that happen for you with one phone call. So what’s a little blow job between friends?”
“I don’t want a part in a movie,” she said with the strongest voice she could muster. She was shaking in fear and anger. What if this was like Jeff and he tried to rape her, and no one would believe her if she said Brian Kelly tried to rape her.
“What are you doing here if you don’t want to be an actress?” He looked startled, his offer to her was not going well, and he didn’t have time to waste here. He thought he’d have a little fun with one of the students before he left.
“I want to be a screenwriter, and earn it, not give blow jobs to be successful,” she said, and with that, before he could stop her, she unlocked the dressing room door, and ran out, leaving the door open, as he hurriedly manipulated his penis back into his pants. It was already soft by then. He walked into the hallway and glanced around, looking for the exit. The tactic worked well for him in Hollywood and rarely failed. These young intellectual idealists were idiots, and he had no time to waste on them. He was frowning when he found his guide provided by the university, along with two professors who were honored to meet him.
“How did the meet and greet go?” one of them asked him. He’d been in the dressing room with them for longer than expected.
“Kids aren’t what they used to be,” he said, frowning, “or you’re feeding them a lot of crap here. They all want to make indie films. They’ll never amount to a hill of shit with them. They don’t know what success is or what you have to do to get it. They’ll end up a bunch of car parkers and waiters, and they won’t be making movies or winning Oscars.” He glanced at his watch then, and stepped up his pace. “Come on, I’ll be late for my plane.”
He left in a limo a few minutes later, and the two professors seemed unnerved. They were teaching their students to be creative and not just sell out for commercial success. By then, Antonia had run all the way back to her dorm in tears, and was running up the stairs to her room. No man had ever done to her what Kelly did, or said things like that to her. Jeff had been frightening, but Brian Kelly had been crude and demeaning. She wanted to take a shower, and she kept thinking about his penis sticking straight out of his pants, waiting for her to suck it. He hadn’t tried to stop her or hold her down the way Jeff had, and he wasn’t going to rape her. He didn’t care about her, he had pushed her to her knees on the dressing room floor so she would give him the blow job he wanted. She felt dirty just having met him. He was a disgusting human being. She wondered how many women gave him one, just for the promise of a screen test. Even if she wanted to be an actress, she would never have done it that way.
She was shaking when she sat down on her bed, and was still sitting there when Jake came by half an hour later.
“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” She didn’t answer as tears rolled down her cheeks, and he came to sit next to her on her bed. “What happened?”