Katie & the Hotshot Hollywood Producer: Billionaire Age Play ABDL Diaper Fetish Bottle Feeding & Fun in a Bouncy Castle!
Pint-sized aspiring actress Katie Petersen is determined to achieve stardom. When big time Hollywood Producer Kyle Williams invites her over to his Malibu mansion, she eagerly accepts. Sure, she knows Kyle might have something sordid in mind, but she wants the role she's up for way too much to turn him down.
It turns out what Kyle has in mind is way more twisted than anything she could possibly have imagined. Katie is about to take on the role of a lifetime.
EXCERPT:
Kyle shrugged, looking bored out of his mind. I had to change tacks, and I had to change tacks fast. Racking my brain, I tried to come up with the magic words that would convince him that I was Edith Hammond, but I barely had a chance to start processing my thoughts before he spoke.
"Tell me, Katie," he said, leaning forward with an off-the-charts intensity in his eyes. "Exactly how badly do you want this part?"
I stared back at him for a moment while his true meaning sunk in.
Oh, shit.
Up to that moment, I had not encountered the infamous "casting couch," but it looked like that was no longer the case. If I was right about this, Kyle was saying the part of Edith Hammond could be mine, but only if I screwed him or sucked him off or whatever.
Sure, I was offended. I was a good actress--an awesome actress--and it was totally wrong and unjust and messed up that Kyle was (evidently) proposing such a sordid arrangement, but...
I had to get my foot in the door somehow. What if the role of Edith Hammond was meant to be my One Big Chance? What if it was meant to be the role that would skyrocket my career and land me in bigger and better parts until I was starring in all the summer romcoms opposite Ryan Gosling? What if this was my destiny and I screwed everything up by making the wrong choice?
I couldn't take that risk.
"I want this part more than anything I've ever wanted before in my entire life," I informed the producer.
"Is that so?"
Figuring that was a rhetorical question, I didn't answer. Kyle didn't seem to mind. He gave me a sexy smile and laughed quietly to himself. If I was right about what was going on, I could do worse than this guy. He wasn't ancient; he was probably in his mid- to late-thirties, and he had a good body. Nice face too--only a few wrinkles around the corner of his eyes.
I wondered how this was supposed to start. Could it be that he wanted me to initiate things? Should I just get down on my knees and start unzipping his pants or what?
Apparently not. Kyle got up and walked over to the desk. He grabbed a Post-It, scribbled something down, tore the top one off and handed it to me.
"Here's my address," he said. "Come by tonight at seven. Phone number's on there, so you can text me if you need to."
"Okay."
"Wear your hair like that--in the braids. And, Katie...are you completely waxed?" he asked.
Whoa! I wasn't expecting a question like that. It threw me off for a second, but I recovered quickly and responded in the affirmative.
"You have to be completely waxed," he said.
Okay...
"Um...yeah. That's not a problem. I just had an appointment a few days ago," I told him.
"Great." He smiled. "See you tonight."
"See you tonight," I echoed, but he was out the door before I even finished the sentence.
I looked down at the Post-It in my hand, wondering if I'd made the right decision.
What had I gotten myself into?
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It turns out what Kyle has in mind is way more twisted than anything she could possibly have imagined. Katie is about to take on the role of a lifetime.
EXCERPT:
Kyle shrugged, looking bored out of his mind. I had to change tacks, and I had to change tacks fast. Racking my brain, I tried to come up with the magic words that would convince him that I was Edith Hammond, but I barely had a chance to start processing my thoughts before he spoke.
"Tell me, Katie," he said, leaning forward with an off-the-charts intensity in his eyes. "Exactly how badly do you want this part?"
I stared back at him for a moment while his true meaning sunk in.
Oh, shit.
Up to that moment, I had not encountered the infamous "casting couch," but it looked like that was no longer the case. If I was right about this, Kyle was saying the part of Edith Hammond could be mine, but only if I screwed him or sucked him off or whatever.
Sure, I was offended. I was a good actress--an awesome actress--and it was totally wrong and unjust and messed up that Kyle was (evidently) proposing such a sordid arrangement, but...
I had to get my foot in the door somehow. What if the role of Edith Hammond was meant to be my One Big Chance? What if it was meant to be the role that would skyrocket my career and land me in bigger and better parts until I was starring in all the summer romcoms opposite Ryan Gosling? What if this was my destiny and I screwed everything up by making the wrong choice?
I couldn't take that risk.
"I want this part more than anything I've ever wanted before in my entire life," I informed the producer.
"Is that so?"
Figuring that was a rhetorical question, I didn't answer. Kyle didn't seem to mind. He gave me a sexy smile and laughed quietly to himself. If I was right about what was going on, I could do worse than this guy. He wasn't ancient; he was probably in his mid- to late-thirties, and he had a good body. Nice face too--only a few wrinkles around the corner of his eyes.
I wondered how this was supposed to start. Could it be that he wanted me to initiate things? Should I just get down on my knees and start unzipping his pants or what?
Apparently not. Kyle got up and walked over to the desk. He grabbed a Post-It, scribbled something down, tore the top one off and handed it to me.
"Here's my address," he said. "Come by tonight at seven. Phone number's on there, so you can text me if you need to."
"Okay."
"Wear your hair like that--in the braids. And, Katie...are you completely waxed?" he asked.
Whoa! I wasn't expecting a question like that. It threw me off for a second, but I recovered quickly and responded in the affirmative.
"You have to be completely waxed," he said.
Okay...
"Um...yeah. That's not a problem. I just had an appointment a few days ago," I told him.
"Great." He smiled. "See you tonight."
"See you tonight," I echoed, but he was out the door before I even finished the sentence.
I looked down at the Post-It in my hand, wondering if I'd made the right decision.
What had I gotten myself into?
Katie & the Hotshot Hollywood Producer: Billionaire Age Play ABDL Diaper Fetish Bottle Feeding & Fun in a Bouncy Castle!
Pint-sized aspiring actress Katie Petersen is determined to achieve stardom. When big time Hollywood Producer Kyle Williams invites her over to his Malibu mansion, she eagerly accepts. Sure, she knows Kyle might have something sordid in mind, but she wants the role she's up for way too much to turn him down.
It turns out what Kyle has in mind is way more twisted than anything she could possibly have imagined. Katie is about to take on the role of a lifetime.
EXCERPT:
Kyle shrugged, looking bored out of his mind. I had to change tacks, and I had to change tacks fast. Racking my brain, I tried to come up with the magic words that would convince him that I was Edith Hammond, but I barely had a chance to start processing my thoughts before he spoke.
"Tell me, Katie," he said, leaning forward with an off-the-charts intensity in his eyes. "Exactly how badly do you want this part?"
I stared back at him for a moment while his true meaning sunk in.
Oh, shit.
Up to that moment, I had not encountered the infamous "casting couch," but it looked like that was no longer the case. If I was right about this, Kyle was saying the part of Edith Hammond could be mine, but only if I screwed him or sucked him off or whatever.
Sure, I was offended. I was a good actress--an awesome actress--and it was totally wrong and unjust and messed up that Kyle was (evidently) proposing such a sordid arrangement, but...
I had to get my foot in the door somehow. What if the role of Edith Hammond was meant to be my One Big Chance? What if it was meant to be the role that would skyrocket my career and land me in bigger and better parts until I was starring in all the summer romcoms opposite Ryan Gosling? What if this was my destiny and I screwed everything up by making the wrong choice?
I couldn't take that risk.
"I want this part more than anything I've ever wanted before in my entire life," I informed the producer.
"Is that so?"
Figuring that was a rhetorical question, I didn't answer. Kyle didn't seem to mind. He gave me a sexy smile and laughed quietly to himself. If I was right about what was going on, I could do worse than this guy. He wasn't ancient; he was probably in his mid- to late-thirties, and he had a good body. Nice face too--only a few wrinkles around the corner of his eyes.
I wondered how this was supposed to start. Could it be that he wanted me to initiate things? Should I just get down on my knees and start unzipping his pants or what?
Apparently not. Kyle got up and walked over to the desk. He grabbed a Post-It, scribbled something down, tore the top one off and handed it to me.
"Here's my address," he said. "Come by tonight at seven. Phone number's on there, so you can text me if you need to."
"Okay."
"Wear your hair like that--in the braids. And, Katie...are you completely waxed?" he asked.
Whoa! I wasn't expecting a question like that. It threw me off for a second, but I recovered quickly and responded in the affirmative.
"You have to be completely waxed," he said.
Okay...
"Um...yeah. That's not a problem. I just had an appointment a few days ago," I told him.
"Great." He smiled. "See you tonight."
"See you tonight," I echoed, but he was out the door before I even finished the sentence.
I looked down at the Post-It in my hand, wondering if I'd made the right decision.
What had I gotten myself into?
It turns out what Kyle has in mind is way more twisted than anything she could possibly have imagined. Katie is about to take on the role of a lifetime.
EXCERPT:
Kyle shrugged, looking bored out of his mind. I had to change tacks, and I had to change tacks fast. Racking my brain, I tried to come up with the magic words that would convince him that I was Edith Hammond, but I barely had a chance to start processing my thoughts before he spoke.
"Tell me, Katie," he said, leaning forward with an off-the-charts intensity in his eyes. "Exactly how badly do you want this part?"
I stared back at him for a moment while his true meaning sunk in.
Oh, shit.
Up to that moment, I had not encountered the infamous "casting couch," but it looked like that was no longer the case. If I was right about this, Kyle was saying the part of Edith Hammond could be mine, but only if I screwed him or sucked him off or whatever.
Sure, I was offended. I was a good actress--an awesome actress--and it was totally wrong and unjust and messed up that Kyle was (evidently) proposing such a sordid arrangement, but...
I had to get my foot in the door somehow. What if the role of Edith Hammond was meant to be my One Big Chance? What if it was meant to be the role that would skyrocket my career and land me in bigger and better parts until I was starring in all the summer romcoms opposite Ryan Gosling? What if this was my destiny and I screwed everything up by making the wrong choice?
I couldn't take that risk.
"I want this part more than anything I've ever wanted before in my entire life," I informed the producer.
"Is that so?"
Figuring that was a rhetorical question, I didn't answer. Kyle didn't seem to mind. He gave me a sexy smile and laughed quietly to himself. If I was right about what was going on, I could do worse than this guy. He wasn't ancient; he was probably in his mid- to late-thirties, and he had a good body. Nice face too--only a few wrinkles around the corner of his eyes.
I wondered how this was supposed to start. Could it be that he wanted me to initiate things? Should I just get down on my knees and start unzipping his pants or what?
Apparently not. Kyle got up and walked over to the desk. He grabbed a Post-It, scribbled something down, tore the top one off and handed it to me.
"Here's my address," he said. "Come by tonight at seven. Phone number's on there, so you can text me if you need to."
"Okay."
"Wear your hair like that--in the braids. And, Katie...are you completely waxed?" he asked.
Whoa! I wasn't expecting a question like that. It threw me off for a second, but I recovered quickly and responded in the affirmative.
"You have to be completely waxed," he said.
Okay...
"Um...yeah. That's not a problem. I just had an appointment a few days ago," I told him.
"Great." He smiled. "See you tonight."
"See you tonight," I echoed, but he was out the door before I even finished the sentence.
I looked down at the Post-It in my hand, wondering if I'd made the right decision.
What had I gotten myself into?
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| BN ID: | 2940157675042 |
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| Publisher: | Tatiana Woodrow |
| Publication date: | 12/18/2015 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 19 KB |
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