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What I Did To Become Famous
Hi! I’m a professional model and dancer trained in contemporary jazz and ballet. I’m 26 years old and am part of a group of girls who dance on the stage of the famous TV show “Fatso’s Saturday Night”.
My intention is to reveal some secrets and vent a little about some things that happened quite often to me and to other girls. This is about the perverted and unscrupulous world of television, where people with power use it to take advantage of and abuse women who seek fame.
I need to remain anonymous, so I prefer to introduce myself simply as “Dancer”. I’m going to write here about something that happened to me during the taping of a program I participated in.
We are a team of twelve girls who stay in the back of the stage dancing and shaking our stuff to “excite” the audience and try to increase the program’s ratings. Therefore, the costume staff makes an effort to give us sexy clothes and on this day they gave us some very short shorts to wear. The shorts were so tight that they would ride up our butt cracks and we had to dance with practically our entire asses hanging out!
Besides not being able to complain about the clothes they made us wear, the host of the program, Fatso, came to check everything before the taping began. All pervy, he adjusted my clothes, ran his hand over my ass, pulled my shorts deeper between my buttocks and said I should pull them as far into my crack as I could. He gave me a slap on the ass and told us to get ready because the taping was about to start.
There I was with spandex short shorts riding way up my butt crack, a low-cut top and my tits practically hanging out. The production crew prepared the stage and lighting and the host Fatso was holding his microphone, ready to go on the air. The filming finally started and there I was dancing almost naked with my ass hanging out for the whole country to see. What won’t we put ourselves through to become famous and make money! But the worst was yet to come…
During the program, the camera focused on us dancing several times and a rude director was standing behind the curtains giving us directions… “Shake your ass more, Dancer!!!”. I gave him a frightened look and he looked back at me angrily and then signaled to me to demand that I really shake it hard. I grabbed the bars, stood on my tip toes, stuck my ass out and shook it—a lot! My shorts were showing my whole ass and pussy to all of the perverts watching on TV. I have to confess that deep down I enjoyed this part and danced like a little bitch to make everyone happy!
The pervy, foul-mouthed director kept shouting and giving orders about how we should dance. He swore at me and the other girls, calling us stupid. He said that we were doing it wrong, that we had to be more sensual, crouch down to the ground, etc, etc… The director repeated this about nine or ten times until he was finally satisfied and ended the taping.
After the filming was over, we all went to change… The host Fatso pulled me aside to a corner and said he wanted to talk with me. He put my hand over his pants, showing me how hard his dick had gotten with all of the erotic dancing we had done on stage. Like a disgusting creep, he said: “Look what happened to me while I was watching you there, you little whore! You may be a stupid donkey, but your huge ass makes up for everything and you can be a big success!”. And then he concluded, after leering at me from head to toe: “Let’s go in the back. I have a professional offer to make you!”.
He took me to a little private room and said he wanted to promote me to his stage assistant. I would stay by his side during the show to help him with anything he needed. But of course I would have to keep wearing my skimpy little clothes. The two of us were sitting on a small couch and the perv opened his fly and took out his dick. Holding his cock in his hand, he gave me a serious look with the face of a pervert but he maintained his role of the domineering boss. He ordered me to put his dick in my mouth: “Suck my cock, you little whore! Nothing here comes free. If you want to become famous, you have to pass some tests!”. I got a disgusted look on my face and the son of a bitch told me: “If you don’t want to, I can offer the position to another girl!”. And he even threatened me: “Besides that, you won’t even be a dancer on my show anymore!”.
I needed that job and I really wanted to be famous! I knew that if I didn’t do it, all doors in the television industry would close to me. Not being able to complain, I swallowed my pride and bent over his lap. I grabbed his cock and put it into my mouth little by little. Luckily for me, Fatso had a very small dick and his fat belly enveloped part of it.
Kneeling on the floor, I sucked Fatso’s dick like he had told me, hoping that he would cum quickly and my nightmare would be over soon. I was bent over, moving my head up and down on his cock, which was tiny and disgusting. Then I earned my first compliments of the day: “That’s it, you little whore… You may be stupid, but at least you know how to suck a cock, don’t you?”.
But it didn’t end with that blow job. The pervert put his hand inside my top and pulled my silicone tits out. He slapped me on the ass and told me to take off my shorts. I just replied a little scared: “Right here?”. He didn’t say anything. He just gave me a serious look.
I hurriedly took off my shorts and, as I lowered them and removed them from my ass crack, Fatso positioned me on the couch. I had my big butt stuck out toward him with my elbows resting on the back of the couch and he came at me with his dick pointing directly at my asshole!
“Not in my ass!”, I don’t even know why I said that… I didn’t have any choice at that moment! The pervert spit on the tip of his dick and stuck it into my ass, pulling me by the hair. “You slut! Who told you to give me a hard dick? Shaking your ass shamelessly, you big-assed whore!”, he grumbled. He rammed his whole cock into my asshole. Even though his cock was small, it hurt me and pushed me forward as he pounded me forcefully. And he said happily: “Girl you’re going to be a big success with that ass of yours!”.
He fucked my ass eagerly and pulled my hair: “Take it up the ass, you hottie! Take it because you were born for that!”. I started to believe the things he was saying. I was starting to be convinced that my ass existed solely and exclusively to give pleasure to all the men on the planet!
Fatso kept riding me and ramming his cock in until his balls hit my ass. “Say you’re a big-assed bitch and you’re taking it up the ass to become famous!”. Having no choice, I began shouting this and that. I told him he ruled me and kept hoping that the small-dicked fatty would cum soon…
He kept slapping my ass and was panting with lust until he couldn’t take any more and jizzed, falling on top of me heavily. We took a while to catch our breath and then he told me to get dressed right away, as he was late for his appointments.
The asshole opened the door while I was still naked! I barely had time to change clothes and my hair was all messed up, my makeup was smeared, my asshole was burning and I was walking bow-legged. I went to the dancers’ locker room to take a cold shower. I kept taking my shower quietly in my little corner while the girls got changed and were ready to leave. They all looked at me as if they knew very well what had happened to me.
Nowadays I’m used to situations like this! The truth is that this world I am part of is very glamorous but dangerous at the same time and we are always subject to this kind of exposure. But at least I’ve vented a little here about this situation, as I will about other situations I’ve been through.
THE END