The Hollywood Casting Couch Episode 1 and 2
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Jasmine Clarette aka Jennifer Martin was like many aspiring starlets who had migrated to Hollywood, CA. They are were hopeful and so naive, trying to break into a ruthless harsh business that only a handful could be sucessful in. But this fact didn't stop women from trying to be discovered. It never does in Hollywood.
Jasmine was always one of the cutest women in the room. All through grade school and high school she stood out. This is what prompted her to seek an acting career. The only problem was that Jasmine had no eating discipline and year by year she was gaining weight. She stood 5'8" so she had managed to carry it well but for Hollywood roles this was a major hindrance. Jasmine agent told her until she lost 30 lbs, she would be relegated to buxom brunette roles. He also urged her to dye her hair blonde, which she refused to do.
On this day the starry-eyed Jasmine was on a call to Foxwood Studios, a prominent B-movie film maker. Jasmine was running late and when she arrived the waiting room was full of blonde 5'3"-5'6" 100-115 starlets. A couple of the girls snickered as Jasmine passed in front of their sight.
Jasmine approached the reception desk and asked the lovely Brandi Carlson and told her she was there to read for the role of Meghan Chambers. Jasmine then heard more snickering behind her. Growing irritated now she inquired what was so funny. Brandi snootily informed her that the role of Meghan Chambers was first of all for a blonde and most importantly not for some Jockey/Rene Ashley plus size model. Brandi's last comment caused a raucous round of laughter. This caused Jasmine to lose it as she had really wanted this role and she felt she was perfect for it.
Jasmine then theatened to knock Brandi out of her f***ing chair. This was met with a call to security and with Jasmine being escorted off the premises by Claudette Perkins. The perverted head of security insisted that the females wear uniforms circa the 1970's and hired staff in the ratio of female to male at 5:1. And of course he hired the women from chance encounters i.e. the mall, the airport, the theater and strip club etc. This meant that they didn't have a clue about security. They all looked good in their mid thigh skirts and heels and partially buttoned shirts.
Jasmine was fuming at this point. She would not be summarily dismissed this way. Not by some anorexic dumb bimbo who couldn't make it in the industry herself. But first she needed to get away from Security Barbi. Jasmine managed to to this by darting into a tourist group and then a prop train. But this only led to a studio alert and search. Jasmine knew time was of the essence and that she had to get back the studio office. A change of clothes was now in order. Jasmine saw studio guide Selena Colon on break grabbing a smoke in a corner near a film set. Jasmine sized up the pretty young Hispanic and knew her outfit would fit her well. The only problem was that Selena could be from East LA and getting her uniform might be problematic.
But the studio security was drawing near and Jasmine had to act. Jasmine thought about how to best incapacitate a victim. She thought if she gut punched the girl as hard as she could this would do the initial trick. She would then force her back down the alley between the sets.
Jasmine approached the unsuspecting tour guide asking directions. Then out of nowhere came a gut punch which buckled the hapless Selena. Jasmine then quickly had hand the crumple guide and forced her down the alley and behind some crates. Two more hand slaps had the tearful scared Selena undressing. Soon both women stood in their bra and panties, Selena in a floral demi cup bra and matching French cut bikini panties, Jasmine in a black Lycra-Spandex full cup wire bra and full panties.
Jasmine didn't think Selena would bolt in nothing but her underwear but she was gravely mistaken. Selena took off screaming at the top of her lungs before Jasmine could stop her. Selena made it over to a very pleased group of workmen and pleaded for the help. Selena was lucky it was daytime and the studio was bustling overwise she stand a good chance at getting raped and sodomized. Jasmine got dressed in Selena's burgudy skirt, vest and white blouse but she knew another uniform change would soon be in order.
The underwear clad Hispanic cutie Selena was giving her story to the studio's security and local police about this crazed amazon woman who had jumped her and forced her to strip out of her studio tour guide uniform. The police and studio security were now on the lookout for a tour guide roughly fitting Jasmine's description.
Jasmine peeked out from an alley way and saw the heightened security presence. Dam* she thought this uniform is going to bring them right to me. She then saw the extras for a soft porn spoof of Star Trek heading to the sound lot. She followed them to the wardrobe room.
Red, yellow or green she thought to herself. But i need one of these skinny bitc**s close to my size. I'm glad I have tiny feet for once she mused. I can fit any of their black patent leather boots. The actress playing the look alike Uhura became Jasmine's target. Again with the actress being black she thought that she may end up getting her butt kicked. This made her hesitate but this Uhura was to good of a fit. She would stand out if the mini skirt was to short and it's sleeves that way also.
"Excuse me miss but they told me your character needs a last minute makeup change" lied Jasmine.
"Shi* I just spent 45 minutes in that fuc*ing chair. Where's Angelica anyway?"
"Over on the next stage filling in."
"Hey you are going the wrong way, Makeup is this way!" bellowed the look alike Uhura aka Felecia Stone.
"Oh its just a quick touch up job, no need for the chair, please this way."
"Why in the god dam* gofer's break room?"
This was the last question before Jasmine grabbed Felecia and hand gagged her and forced her into the rows of unneeded junk. Jasmine demanded her Star Trek uniform and ensured she would beat the crap out of her if she did not comply. She also guaranteed That she would get the same if she was asked anymore stupid questions. Jasmine would not make the same mistake as she did with Selena. She was careful to block Felecia's egress.
The frightened sobbing Felecia began to grab the hems of the red Star Trek mini skirt and pull it over her head exposing her 36 C breasts draped in a black demi cup lace bra.
"You want the panties too?"
"What the f*** do you think?"
And with that exchange Felecia eased the matching red briefs from around 40 inch hips and let them fall to her ankles and then kicked them over to Jasmine who grabbed them up.
"Duhhh, boots and pantyhose and let's speed this up."
As the meek Felecia finished stripping, Jasmine thought to herself as being racist. That Hispanic and now this black chick hadn't been tough at all. Getting their clothes wasn't a problem at all.
Jasmine learned that in order to keep from needing another disguise so quickly, Felecia would need to be stashed away and not be found for awhile.
Felecia stood up against a wall clad in black underwear only at this point. Jasmine liked her matching black satin hipster panties and thought about taking the sexy black set of underwear but thought they would feel too warm.
Jasmine rapidly grew tired of the endless snivelling and questions from Felecia and grabbed a scarf off the rack of costumes and gagged her with it. She forced the hapless crew member onto her knees and took another and tied her wrists behind her back. A third scarf wrapped around her ankles meant that there would be no running away this time.
Peace and some quiet at last she thought to herself. Now to get into her costume and be off she planned. The uniform fit was a good one considering she had not been fitted for it. Also the boots, what luck she thought. I may just pull this off she continued to think.
Jasmine dragged Felecia into a closet of the break room and stashed her in a utility bin but not before using a fourth scarf to place the writhing aspiring actress in a strict hogtie. Jasmine was hurrying off bet stopped and came back to Felecia and bent over her.
"Sorry almost forgot the wig. Why didn't you remind me dear?"
Jasmine snatched the black wig from Felecia's head. She also took the hair net and the bobbie pins causing Felecia's reddish brown hair to fall over her face and neck. After a brief stop at a nearby mirror Jasmine was off towards the casting building.
TBC...
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The Hollywood Casting Couch Episode 3
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Jasmine was in a rush to get back to the Casting office, Dressed as Uhura of Star Trek fame, she was mistaken for Felecia whom she had just relieved of her costume. She was ushured by some gofer onto the film set. This would have been what Jasmine had always aspired tobut this was a second rate soft porn spoof and her character of Uhura was to make out with that of Ensign Rand.
Rand's portrayer played by Tasha Reynolds was a pretty good likeness right down to the braided blond wig she wore. The director wanted to reshoot the end of the love scene between Uhura and Rand but Felecia was nowhere to be found . The director decided to shoot around Uhura's character and Jasmine foot the bill nicely. Jasmine thought that any protestations would bring undue scutiny towards her.
So the scene began with Jasmine and Tasha on the bed in Uhura's quarters. Tasha sensed that Jasmine was new at lesbian porn sex scenes and whispered to her to relax and to follow her lead. The scene called for Rand to be the aggressor and Uhura to have been straight but bi-curious. Tasha started with soft pecks to Jasmine's neck jaws and lips which rapidly turned into French kissing. Tasha then started undressing Jasmine by removingher boots then her uniform. When Jasmine was clad in her bra and panties, Tasha stripped doen and climbed atop of Jasmine. More tongue kissing ensued then Tasha removed Jasmine's bra and then proceeded to suck on Jasmine's giant nipples and massive areolae with her tongue and luscious lips. Jasmine felt embarrassed has she felt her nipples hardening beneath Tasha's mouth. It's debatable whether this was due to Tasha's expertise or due to the studio's AC unit.
Both women were both naked now in the 69 position when the scene was interrupted by a studio security sweep. The pompous director went ballistic as though he was making the porno equivalent of Citizen Kane. Jasmine then used this time to make her exit stage left as she knew the real Uhura would some be discovered bound and gagged in the prop room. Jasmine wore only a robe as she could not risk getting back to wardrobe. An actress walking around in hr robewas nothing new and did not draw attention. But she would need another outfit at some point.
TBC...
The Hollywood Casting Couch Episode 4
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Jasmine's heart was racing but no one could tell as she sauntered past the police and studio security and off the set in her robe. Jasmine focused now on getting back to the Casting Building in hopes of auditioning for role sadly for which she was ill-suited. But that little fact would not dissuade her from trying. First out of this robe and into something skimpy and sexy for those pervs over in casting she thought. Must be quick, must be quick she continued thinking. Jasmine slipped out one of the Seth's doors and merely walked over to the adjacent one. Once there she scanned the set and began looking for the quickest and hopefully the easiest outfit to pilfer.
A pastel low cut mini would fit the bill. Jasmine clothes stealing techniques were improving too. She had the foresight to choose her bindings and gags ahead of time now. Script girl Marjorie Evans would be the unlucky victim. She was a 20 year old air headed cutie who as as tall as Jasmine and had a similar large rack.
Jasmine stalked Majorie like a lioness. Wherever she went Jasmine trailed. Finally when Marjorie when back to the writer's trailer for a last minute script change Jasmine ambushed her between the set and a rear door. Surprisingly Marjorie put up the best fight of the day. Jasmine's clothes would have been torn and ripped badly if she had not have been in a studio robe only. All the noise and clamoring of the busy set drowned out Marjorie's cries for assistance. Jasmine however was careful not to dirty or tear Marjorie's pastel print mini. Finally, Jasmine was able to quiet the feisty Marjorie by wrapping her robes's sash around her mouth. This only solved part of the problem. She needed her away from any prying eyes and stripped.
This was easy enough to do as the set was huge. Jasmine locked Marjorie's right arm behind her back and pinned her left arm at her side by grabbing around her waist. She then dragged the ever struggling now muted girl toward a far corner. Jasmine's used the robe's sash to gag her victim so now her robe was gaped open exposing her massive mammary glands and shaved snatch which only Marjorie would get to see.
Marjorie was the first to tire and weaken giving Jasmine the much needed upper hand. The two women fell onto some cardboard boxes, flattening them. Jasmine then climbed onto Marjories's back and started unzipping her dress. Marjorie felt was was happening and this gave her renewed strength. But Jasmine's full weight was on her back and the outcome was a just a matter of time now. Jasmine would have to let allow Marjorie up in order to get her arms out of the sleeveless dress.
Then in the heat of the mini battle, Jasmine had an idea. Why not just start at the over end? Jasmine reversed her position still riding Marjorie's back and grabbed both sides of her dress at the hem and pulled it up towards her head. When the dress was at her shoulders, Jasmine stood up a yanked it over her head as Marjorie tried to ungag herself first. Jasmine was surprised to see that the script girl had on nothing but a powder blue thong. This was problematic for the waylayer as Jasmine had planned to use Marjorie's underwear to bind her and her bra to muffle her. Jasmine quickly realized the the sash would have to do double duty.
Jasmine grabbed the sash that was still knotted around Marjorie's mouth and pulled her back to the ground. Jasmine was able to restraddle Marjori and to tie the middle part of the sash to tie her wrists behind her back and the end to tie her ankles together.
"Shut up bitc* you know this was good for you to!"
Marjorie could now only glare at her captor and give out a hrrumph, hrrumph and watch as this crazy woman drop her robe and don her shoes and dress. Jasmine then dragged Marjorie over behind some discarded boxes and the only comment from her to the her victim was "Sorry hon, it's China Town." Jasmine knew the line was corny but it was all she could come up with. Jasmine was lucky that looks couldn't kill as Marjorie gave her the iciest stare the Jasmine had ever seen. But Jasmine was resolute was now off to the Casting Building to wreak havoc there.
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The Hollywood Casting Couch Epilogue
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Jasmine approached the Casting Building quite composed as she was the subject of the studio wide search and was now faced with some serious assault charges but it was to late to stop now. Besides this kind of publicity may help her career, who knows this is LaLa land afterall she mused.
First she needed to take care of that snooty wannabe actress/receptionist. She wouldnt be calling security anymore once Jasmine finished with her. Jasmine just needed to ecsape the haughty receptionist's gaze until she could catch her alone. Luck was with Jasmine was it was lunch time but the casting director wanted to finish this call early and go home so he decided to work through lunch. Jasmine walked down the hall and before Brandi could make her out, she ducked inside the copier room. Jasmine thought for a few moments and came upwith a plan although hastily conceived.
"Brandi come here quick the copier is smoking" jasmine said as she poked her head out the door for a hot second before retreating back inside the room. Jasmine now waited for the unsuspecting Brandi like a trapdoor spider.
What Jasmine didn't know was that security guard Claudette Perkins was now assigned to the casting building and both she and Brandi responded to her call.
Upon entering the copier room Brandi looked at the normally fuctioning machine with Claudette right behind her. The women then looked around the room and saw an equally surprised Jasmine.
"You! Get her Claudette" shouted Brandi.
Claudette reached to draw her gun and bring it to bear on Jasmine but not before the quick thinking Jasmine picked up a ream of paper and hurled it at Claudette's hand knocking it from her grasp. This was just like in a script from one of the studio's B-movies. Jasmine's lucky streak remained as the gun slid under the copier. Now it was just a matter of taking care of these two b****es.
"Hold it right there you" warned Claudette as she reached for her mike.
"Let's just keep this a party of three shall we?" responded Jasmine.
Brandi would be useless and just stared at the fast approaching angered Jasmine like a deer in headlights. Jasmine was getting the best of Claudette when Brandi let out a piercing shriek for help. Jasmine then turned her attention to Brandi who ran to the far wall as the door was blocked by the tussling Claudette and Jasmine. Jasmine caught Brandi and was about to give her a thrashing when Claudette's partner came rushing in and drew her revolver on Jasmine.
Jasmine's luck had finally run its course. Jasmine was now in custody and on her way to jail. But a false sighting had called the police and studio security to a remote lot. Claudette Perkins and her partner Yvette Spikes a new hire with no experience walked Jasmine out towards the main gate.
But before they left the building, Jasmine turned to the smurking Brandi and said "Ill be back for you b***h." And then Brandi's smurk turned in one of angst. Jasmine just through that in as getting revenge on Brandi was the least of her concerns.
Claudette and Yvette carried no handcuffs and they were ordered no to draw their weapons outside as not to frighten the tourists. They just told Jasmine to walk just ahead of them. As the three walked past an office the door opened and a woman jumped out and tackled the two security guards. Jasmine turned and immediately went to help her benefactor. The two guards were hand gagged and dragged back into the vacant office. Jasmine now saw who her savior was after they had finished overpowering the two guards. It was none other than Tasha her Star Trek lover.
"But how did you know?"
"I followed you off the set when I saw you ease out after the cops showed up. I saw you take care of the idiot script girl and got really curious as to what you were up to. Now I see."
"Thanks you are a life saver girl."
"But we have got to move fast, they are returning from the phony sighting of you that I called in."
"I've got an idea. You two take off your uniforms now or you'll get some more of the same."
The hapless Claudette and Yvette stood up against a wall battered and bruised wearing nothing but their undies. Claudette sported a V-neck lilac camisole top with matching hipster panties. An equally humiliated and frightened Yvette wore fuscia lace bra with fuscia bikini panties.
Tasha said "We got to tie these b****es up with something you know."
"Ive given this part alot of thought. On your knees and face that wall cun**!"
Jasmine motioned for Tasha to use their pantyhose. Tasha followed Jasmine's lead this time and put Yvette in a similar hogtie as Jasmine was doing to Claudette.
"Gags? Oh great Bondage Queen" quipped Tasha.
"Use your panties hon. Luckily for this one I'm not wearing any but her friend is."
"Why not use her own on her?"
"Now what fun would that be?" "Shut up you two I wont tell you again plus you know you have been eating at the Y."
Their gags were held in place with Claudette's shredded camisole top. Just before leaving the mewling struggling virtually naked guards, Jasmine flicked off the light and closed the door and told them to put in an application at Hooters.
Dressed as Claudette and Yvette, Jasmine and Tasha had no trouble getting off the lot.
Tasha invited Jasmine over to her place and Jasmine hesitated for a moment pondering her offer. Then she agreed, she would have been setting in a jail cell if it weren't for Tasha. Jasmine would take one for the team.
The End
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