I walked into my apartment, furious at Mr. Habel for what I had endured on my first day on the job; everything was about sex. I showered and returned a call from my mom.

"Becca, did you meet anyone famous?' she asked excitedly.

"Um, no, Mom, not today," I said, holding back my tears.

"Oh darn, how did it go?" She continued.

"It went well, Mom; I got a contract for three movies, some commercials, and public appearances," I told her.

"Oh, honey, I'm so proud of you, but you have no acting experience. Exactly how did that happen?" She inquired.

"I don't know. I guess they liked me," I lied.

"I've read that it takes women years to break in and get a contract," she said, doubting me.

"Well, the head of the studio said I was a very fresh talent, and my skills would make me a star," I said, instantly regretting it.

There was a silence on the other end of the line.

"Oh, what does he mean by that, Rebecca?" she asked sternly.

"He just liked how I carried myself and performed in my screen test; that's all," I said, trying to get out of this conversation.

"Uh-huh, and what did you do in your screen test to impress him this way?" she probed.

"Um, just working and interacting with a couple of other actors, nothing huge," I lied again.

"I see. When do you start shooting your first movie?" she continued.

"I'm not sure they haven't told me yet," I answered.

"OK, well, Don needs me, so I have to go. Rebecca, don't do anything stupid out there, and don't get into trouble," she warned.

"Mom! Don't worry," I said before we hung up.

I felt terrible lying to her, but I couldn't tell her the truth, and I didn't want to believe it myself. I spent the rest of the day feeling awful about myself and considered packing it in and going home. I ate dinner and had a fitful night's sleep, awakening to a text from Mr. Habel.

"Rebecca, I can't believe it. Kyle Adam has invited us to his Beverly Hills house for a pool party on Saturday afternoon. Some of the industry's biggest producers and starlets will be among the guests," it read.

"Really," I responded excitedly.

"I'm not sure how we got invited, but this will be huge for your career, meeting and interacting with them," he continued.

"Interacting?" I replied.

"Did you bring a swimsuit with you?" he asked, blowing off my question.

"No, I didn't," I answered, wondering if I should ask again.

"No worries. I'll have one sent to you and a beach cover, too," he said excitedly.

"OK," I replied, not knowing what to say.

Later that afternoon, I heard a knock at my door. When I opened it, there was a package addressed to me. I opened it in the kitchen and saw a beautiful see-through lace beach cover with a floral print and a matching sun hat. I also pulled out a ball of skin-colored cloth about an inch wide. I looked at the label, and it said Micro Sling Bikini.

"What the fuck," I mumbled to myself.

I unfolded it, wondering how I would put it on and why I would bother wearing it. Finally, I figured it out, stripped, put it on, and looked in the mirror.

"Oh my God," I yelled. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

The strips of cloth just covered my puffy nipples, and the strip going between my legs sat between the folds of my labia. I adjusted the bottom, and it just covered my plump, juicy pussy lips.

"You're kidding. I can't wear this. It's obscene," I texted Mr. Habel.

"What's wrong with it? It's all the rage in South America and on the French Riviera," he responded.

"Seriously, Ron, I may as well go naked," I was agitated.

"Well, if you'd like, a lot of the women probably will be, and that will catch the producer's eyes," he replied.

"So, you're serious; you want me to wear this to the pool party?" I asked.

"Yes, or if you prefer, just wear the beach cover," he said.

"Fine," I said, fuming.

I sat on my couch watching movies the rest of the day, wondering if the women I saw went through what I did. Maybe it was a regular part of breaking into the business. I was in Hollywood for less than a week, and with no experience, I had a three-movie deal signed. Would it kill me to suck a few cocks and fuck a few producers to get to the top? I wondered. I had a lot to decide, but it wouldn't be easy. Before I went to bed, Mr. Habel texted me and said my driver would pick me up by noon. I went to bed with as many questions about my future as I had woken up with.

Saturday was a glorious day, sunny and warm. I ate breakfast on my patio and thought about the pool party. I showered and shaved twice, ensuring I got every hair, as my package would be on full display today. I put on sunscreen in areas I never had before, then put on the bikini. When I looked in the mirror, it seemed like I was naked. Then, I put on my beach cover, hat, and oversized sunglasses. I had to admit I was a smoke show. I looked outside and saw my driver pull up, so I went to meet him. He looked me over as he held my door open.

"Good morning, Miss Rebecca. you look lovely this morning," he said, beaming broadly.

"Thank you," I replied, blushing.

I couldn't believe the size of the houses we passed; I was truly overwhelmed. We pulled into a private driveway and circled to the front of a massive home with stretch limos parked along the driveway. My driver opened the door, and a butler escorted me to the front door.

"May I have your name, Miss?" he asked politely.

"Um, Rebecca," I said softly.

"Oh, yes, here you are," he announced.

I walked into an enormous foyer, and as I walked through the house, each room got larger, and the appointments were so luxurious. I'd never seen such wealth before and was completely intimidated by it. I walked into the kitchen, saw a few people talking, and headed to the pool. The backyard was grand, with an enormous pool, a surrounding deck with chairs and covered cabanas, a full outdoor kitchen, and a bar.

I saw about fifty people. I surveyed the women; most looked older than me, but all were thin. Some had bigger boobs than I did, and some had smaller ones. The men all looked in their forties or fifties and dressed like they had money. They all wore polo shirts and bathing suits, and the men seemed physically fit. But I didn't recognize anyone famous. I walked up and sat at the outside bar and watched the people.

"May I get you a drink, Miss?" The bartender asked.

"Oh, gosh, I don't know," I fumbled.

"How about a Mimosa? They seem to be popular today," he recommended.

"Oh, yes, that would be great," I said.

I sat at the bar and sipped my drink. Two women came up to the bar and ordered drinks, looking me over. Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from a cabana.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck me," a woman screamed as I looked over.

I couldn't see them, but I could hear them as plain as day, and I heard the two women at the bar say,.

"I wonder what kind of deal she got," they laughed.

I began thinking that fucking for movie deals was part of the business, but it didn't make me feel any better about having to do it.

I was sipping my mimosa when Mr. Habel showed up.

"You look beautiful, Rebecca; let's sit by the pool," he instructed me.

"Alright," I said, grabbing a second mimosa.

"Take your cover off, Rebecca. Enjoy yourself," he said as he sipped his glass of scotch on the rocks.

A couple of men walked up to us and started talking to Mr. Habel, and then he introduced them to me.

"Rebecca, I'd like you to meet some of the bigger film producers in the valley. Bob Crokenower and James Finnegan," he said as I stood up to shake hands.

"Guys, this is Rebecca. I just signed her, and she just came out from the Midwest," he told them.

"It's nice to meet you, Rebecca; I hope we can work together sometime," Bob told me.

"I'd like that," I said bashfully.

"Hey now, Bob, don't try and steal her from me," James said, looking me over.

"That's quite a bathing suit you have on there, Rebecca," James said.

"But it needs an adjustment," Bob added.

Bob took the straps, moved them off my nipples and between my breasts, and pulled the bottom strap tight. It slid between my slippery pussy lips, and all of my charms were in view.

"Oh, geez, guys, don't," I said, embarrassed.

"There, that's how a beauty like you should wear that," he offered as the men started at my pussy.

I let it go, not wanting to make a bad impression on the important men. We talked briefly, and the men asked me about my life back home and how I liked California. Waiters refilled our drinks when empty. I munched on the treats that came by steadily. The afternoon seemed to fly by, and Mr. Habel introduced me to the owners of another studio, Philip Riordan, his brother Dennis, and another producer, William. We drank and talked while Mr. Habel took it all in. The men were funny and had great stories to tell, but at one point in the afternoon, I was feeling very hot and told them I would take a dip in the pool.

The cold water felt great and re-energized me. I exited the pool, and one of the men had a towel for me, so I approached him and turned around, thinking he'd put it over my shoulder. Instead, I felt his fingers under the straps of my bathing suit and pulled them down to my waist.

"Wait," I said as I looked out into the faces of the men.

"Don't worry, most everyone is naked now, Rebecca," Bob said as he held my arms at my side.

William pulled the straps down, and the strap covering my pussy fell to the pool deck.

"Lift, baby," William said.

I lifted one foot and then the other, and I stood in the middle of the men, completely naked. As Bob handed me another Mimosa, I looked around the pool and saw no one else naked. I looked at Mr. Habel, he smiled and nodded his approval. Bob put his arm around me and squeezed my butt as I began to notice other people watching us. Randomly, the men would pinch my nipples, rub my pussy, or grab my butt, teasing me. Dennis pulled out a joint, fired it, and passed it to me.

"Yeah, maybe I'll pass," I said, passing the joint along.

He held it to my lips.

"Fine," I said. I took a drag. I then did it two more times before passing it around to the others. I was talking and laughing with the men, being naked with the men, in front of others was surreal. The waiter brought a tray of shots. Mr. Habel watched as the men drank a single shot, and I followed their lead.

I felt so alive and sexy; Bob had his arm around me. I felt his finger between my legs running between my pussy lips; it felt so good. I melted into his hug. A few moments later, I found myself talking to the other men while discreetly stroking Bob's cock, his swim shorts, which were at mid-thigh. Bob threw a towel at his feet, and I looked down at it and then realized I was stroking him.

"Here, sweetie, kneel for me," he said.

He grabbed my arm, leaving me unsure of what to do. I looked around at the other men, then dropped to my knees and grabbed Bob's thighs to steady myself. Bob lifted his cock to my mouth, and I looked up at him, and then Mr' Habel who nodded "yes" and then smiled at me..

"Go ahead, baby, it's OK," he said.

I looked from side to side and at the men standing over me. They all smiled at me. I didn't know what to do. I was like a deer in headlights. I closed my eyes and wrapped my lips around his cock, and began bobbing my head on his hard fat cock

"Oh yeah, baby, suck me off," Bob moaned.

I looked from side to side, seeing people watching me give him a blowjob in the middle of a pool party. My head was bobbing back and forth on his cock as the other men watched and commented on my performance. I thought, Jesus, Rebecca, you're becoming such a slut, as I started tasting his cum. I worked his cock in my mouth, and Bob rose to his toes.

"Oh, OH, fuck," Bob moaned as he filled my mouth with his sperm.

I felt his cock jerking in my mouth as volley after volley of sperm hit the back of my throat. I swallowed his donation, wiping my mouth off on my arm.

"Rebecca, that was awesome," Bob told me.

I watched from my knees as the other men pulled down their swimming suits and closed in on me. I looked up at the men as they smiled and held out their cocks to me. James grabbed his cock and pushed it into my mouth, and I found my hands on two more as I began to suck and stroke the men's cocks. Every minute the cock would be pulled from my mouth and another cock was inserted. I'd been sucking their cocks for a good five minutes when Bob told me to stop.

"OK, baby, finish them off now."

The men had me covered, and I couldn't stand up; I took James' cock in my mouth and started bobbing my head on his cock as cocks were put in both hands to stroke. People gathered around and watched me suck and stroke the men's cocks.

"Who is she?" I heard a woman ask.

"I've never seen her before. She must be new doing out in the open," another girl answered.

"Oh, oh, fuck yeah," James shouted as his balls emptied in my mouth.

I swallowed his cum and started on Dennis's cock, my mouth working his meat for him. I was getting dizzy from bobbing my head for so long. He cupped my head as I worked his cock in my mouth.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck yeah, you can suck cock," Dennis cried as he blew his load in my throat.

I took a deep breath and took Philips's cock in my mouth, sliding it down my throat as the crowd commented on my oral skills. I'd been stroking his cock, and he didn't last too long.

"Oh, Jesus, yes, suck it, Rebecca," he yelled as I worked to empty his balls in my slimy cum-filled mouth.

William was the last hard cock in the group; I moved in front of him and set out sucking his cock; I could feel my pussy dripping onto the pool deck as I sucked my fifth cock. I stroked him as I sucked him, and he quickly offered up my prize, a mouthful of thick white sperm.

"Oh, go, baby girl, get it all," he said as I ate his gizz.

I wiped my mouth on my arm, cum plastering my hair to my skin, and Bob grabbed my arm and helped me to my feet as some in the crowd applauded my performance.

He hugged me, keeping his arm around me. I looked around as people waited to see what would happen next. The men glanced around and nodded to each other.

"I know. let's go inside for a while," William said.

"Yeah, I hear there's a party room in there," Dennis said.

Bob started walking towards the house with his arm around me as the other men followed us.

"What are we going to do inside?" I asked.

"We'll just have a little party," Philip explained.

"Yeah, OK," I acknowledged without thinking.

The five men led me from the pool deck into the house while all the guests watched. Everyone knew what was going to happen to me except me. We walked through the kitchen and ascended a large winding staircase. Then, they led us down a long hall until one of the men opened a door, and we entered an enormous bedroom.

"I thought we were going to a party room?" I asked, clueless.

"No, baby, this is the party room," James explained.

"Oh, what are we going to do in here?" I asked, clueless.

I watched as the men began to undress, and it became clear to me what I was going to do.

"Um, I know; let's go back to the pool," I offered excitedly.

"No, sweetheart, we're going to test your acting skills for a while," Dennis said.

"Yeah, I don't think Mr. Hable would want me to," I managed to get out.

"No, sweetie. He'll be here to watch in a minute. He just stopped to get a drink," Bob told me.

I was picked up and put on the bed, and the five men crawled on with me.

"Tonight is a special night for you, baby; enjoy it," Bob told me.

"Oh, wait, am I getting paid for this?" I cried.

I was laid face up on one of the men's stomachs, and my legs were pulled apart and up in the air.

"Let's wait for Mr. Habel," I protested.

They didn't respond as a tube of lube entered my butt, and its slippery cream filled my asshole.

"Hey, hey," I squirmed.

Dennis pushed his cock into my slippery ass while William positioned his cock between my legs and found my wet pussy.

"Mr. Habel's not here, so let's wait," I pleaded.

Philip knelt by my face and put his cock in my mouth, and the three men began to fuck me as the other two men put their hard cocks in my hands for me to stroke.

"Um, um," I protested as my gangbang began.

Mr. Habel returned and stood by the bed, looking at me like he was pleased to see me getting gangbanged. After a minute, he sat in a chair with a drink and a cigar and watched me fuck, and never once tried and stop the men. I watched as people peeked their heads in the door and then walked in to watch a live sex show. Men and women filled the room, talking and laughing as they watched. I saw a waiter delivering drinks and another passing around a food tray to the growing crowd. The party was moving to the bedroom, where I was being fucked.

"Um, um, um," I moaned.

As the crowd grew, more men took off their swimsuits and stood around the bed. When one man finished, several others were ready to take his place. I watched the men and women who watched us fuck on the bed, and it was making me hot.

"Oh, oh," Philip moaned as he came in my mouth, his salty cum splashing in my throat before rolling down into my stomach.

I moaned as I swallowed his seed.

William and Dennis were fucking my ass and pussy, and they were ready to blow, and as the cock was pulled from my mouth, I came.

"Oh, shit, yeah, fuck me, I'm coming," I wailed.

I felt the men unloading in my holes as Bob put his cock in my mouth, and I started to suck it. The situation became chaotic as one group of men finished, and another group took their place. I was possessed and fucking like a two-dollar whore as I fucked and came and felt the men cum in me. It was a party atmosphere in the room; drinks flowed, and my orgasms began to roll through me. There had to be fifteen men standing by the bed with hard cocks waiting for one of my holes to shove it into. I was fucking and sweating like a pig when I noticed the cameraman filming my gangbang. They fucked me for what seemed forever before the action changed.

I was still sucking cock and getting my pussy fucked as six men knelt by my sides and jerked their cocks. I watched as each cock exploded, showering me with cum. Cum covered my hair, face, tits, and stomach. The crowd especially enjoyed me getting a cum bath. When the six men had shot their wads, six more men took their place. Sperm rained down my face and body for the next hour.

They came in my ears; one guy came in my nose, and I had pools of cum in my closed eye sockets. When I wiped the cum out, they guided my fingers to my mouth for me to eat it. The crowd eventually filtered out, and the men had no cum left, so they took their swimsuits and went back to the pool. I lay on the bed, covered in cum from my head to my pussy.

Mr. Habel helped me off the bed and into the shower. I felt so low. How could I have let them do that to me? I cried while I showered, and I sat on the toilet wondering who I was becoming. I wasn't sure I liked her. I dried off and walked back into the bedroom. One of the maids had just removed the cum-soaked sheets from the bed and was cleaning the plastic cover when she glanced at me with a disgusted look. Mr. Habel put on my beach cover hat and sunglasses, handed me my bathing suit, and walked me to my car.

"That was quite a show you put on there, Rebecca," Mr. Habel said.

"I didn't ask for that; your friends took advantage of me," I cried.

"Rebecca, did you say "no" when they asked you to suck their cocks?" he asked.

"Well, I wanted to, but I was scared they wouldn't hire him for their films," I sobbed.

"And when you got into bed with five men, what did you think was going to happen?" he continued.

"I didn't know. You left, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't want that to happen," I wailed.

"OK, let me explain something to you. There's a word in the English language called "no"; if you use that in these circumstances, whatever is happening will stop immediately. These men don't want to go to jail for a piece of ass, do you understand?" he explained.

"Yes, sir," I said as I got in my car.