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Actress: Unauthorized Memoirs of a Hollywood Slaveby Madison Ava Jones
In the spirit of The Story of O comes this autobiographical account of a young woman's initiation into a hidden society of dominating film industry power brokers. Told in an intelligent and unfiltered voice by the young actress herself as she learns what a select group of talent agents really wants in exchange for her ascent to notoriety, it is an unapologetic
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In the spirit of The Story of O comes this autobiographical account of a young woman's initiation into a hidden society of dominating film industry power brokers. Told in an intelligent and unfiltered voice by the young actress herself as she learns what a select group of talent agents really wants in exchange for her ascent to notoriety, it is an unapologetic confession unlike anything ever written about life behind the silver screen.
The author recounts an intense period of her life when an audition for a film triggers an offer from an elite Hollywood agency to sign her on as a client. When she becomes personally involved with her agent, she discovers the insane world of control and power that he expects her to submit to if she wants to make it. From the unfiltered eroticism to the provocative psychology behind her cult-like ownership to the secretive inner-workings of global movie agencies, Actress tells it all and doesn't leave anything out.
Table of Contents:
The Private, Private Gym
True Cinematic Romance
Complete Career Control
Sky-High Obedience Training
The War for Fame
Discipline and Punishment
A Dream of Slavery
A Break from Reality
The Grand Auction
From The Book:
I gave him a swift glance, but he quickly looked away. I put the glass to my lips and could taste that it was vodka. I tipped it to my mouth and gulped it down. The liquor sent a chill through my body and caused my eyes to water. There was a moment of silence as I looked at all the men standing there in front of a long row of windows and the dirty blue skyscape of Los Angeles in the background. I had certainly never been to any meeting like this.
“Do you really want to be famous, Madison?”
I closed my eyes and opened them again, suddenly realizing what was happening here. There was no way I could do this, I thought. There was no way I was going to be manhandled like this, I told myself.
“Yes,” I said to him.
“In this business, power is all about who owns the stars. The stars are our propaganda and their obedience to us is our collateral,” he went on. “And obedience is a very difficult thing to be sure of.”
“You don’t have to worry about me,” I insisted.
He put his legs against my thighs and pushed them open so I was spread wide for everyone there to see. He began to casually fondle me, rolling his fingers up and down my bare legs. I could feel Wyatt looking at me. I wanted to look back and see that he was in control of what was happening here and that he would protect me. It was just last night that he had been so tender.
“Do you understand you need to submit without hesitation?”
“Yes,” I said again.
I wanted more than anything else just to scream out that I couldn’t do this, that this wasn’t me and I couldn’t be controlled by men like this.
“Do you understand that you need to be broken in?” he asked, abruptly grabbing me by the hair.
There was a sense of exhilaration in his words that made me want to just stop thinking about anything. I had never been treated so roughly before, yet it wasn't that. It was more the looming expectation that this was going to be some kind of ritualistic force. It was as if I was going through a trial of submission that had been established long before I walked into the room and long before I had even started down the path to becoming an actress.
“Yes,” I told him again in a hesitant attempt to sound confident, yet not having any idea what his words truly meant.
I could see the men behind him moving around. I watched out of the corner of my eye as one of them took a blue-colored mattress that was resting against the wall and laid it down with a thump in front of them. Another man took a video camera out of a bag and set it up on a tripod. My body was beginning to shake. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
“Don’t be afraid, Madison,” he told me. “You are one of the chosen few. Once we initiate you, you’ll have everything on a silver platter."
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- Madison Ava Jones
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- Age Range:
- 18 Years
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