Sydney Swan in Hollywood Ch. 02

A week had passed since Sydney Swan had unlocked the door to her new life in a cramped, shared apartment. The hollywood sign outside her window seemed to mock her as she sat on the edge of her unmade mattress, the phone pressed to her ear. "Hi, it's Sydney again," she always began, but the conversations ended the same way they had all week -- with a polite "No, thank you," from the other end of the line.

That's how it was today too.

With a sigh, Sydney swung her legs over the side of the mattress, her feet touching the cold floor. She padded down the hallway, her towel wrapped around her and stepped into the bathroom. The water was lukewarm at best, but it washed away her self-doubt. She had almost gotten used to the fact that there is no key even in the bathroom. Jonathan had always respected her privacy. So far.

As the water cascaded over her, she heard the door creak open. Her heart skipped a beat.

The sudden sound of a zipper and a stream of urine hitting the porcelain echoed through the small space. Her eyes widened in shock. She froze, the shampoo bottle hovering in midair as she tried to process what was happening.

She felt her cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and anger.

"Jonathan!" she screamed, her voice reverberating through the apartment. But the only response she got was a chuckle. "I'm not Jonathan, sweetey" a strange voice answered, truly not Jonathan's.

Her hand trembled as she reached for the shower curtain, ready to confront the intruder.

The man who stepped into her view was not what she expected. He was tall, with a square jaw and a smug grin. Dressed in a Gucci jogging suit that was at least two sizes too small. His chest hair peeked through the 'V' of the shirt. A sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose, and a cigar clenched between his teeth. He was still holding his admittedly large cock with his left hand.

The man leaned against the sink, his eyes raking over her body without an ounce of shame. "You must be the new girl," he said. "I'm Lex, Jonathan's... associate."

Sydney clutched the curtain closer to herself, trying to cover her nakedness. "What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice shaking.

Lex took a puff of his cigar and blew the smoke into her face. "Just a quick visit."

Sydney took a step back, her heart racing. "Get out," she spat. "Now."

Lex laughed, his teeth yellowed by years of smoking. "You won't get far in Hollywood with that kind of arrogance."

Sydney felt her blood boil. "I'm not arrogant," she snapped. "I'm just not used to perverts like you barging into my bathroom when I'm naked."

With a smooth movement he shakes the last few drops of piss into the toilet, flushes and leaves without washing his hands.

Sydney stepped out of the shower and hastily toweled herself off and threw on the first set of clothes she could find -- an old college sweatshirt and a pair of ripped jeans. She marched into the living room, ready to confront Jonathan about the unwelcome visitor.

To her surprise, she found both guys in the living room. Jonathan was lounging on the couch, his laptop open. Lex was sitting opposite him, a bottle of whiskey on the coffee table between them.

"Sydney," Jonathan said, not looking up from his screen. "This is Lex, a friend of mine. He's a talent scout."

Sydney's eyes narrowed. "Talent scout?" she repeated. "For what, exactly?"

Lex leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "For the kind of talent that makes stars, sweetheart," he said, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Jonathan actually wanted to introduce us to each other today. But as anti-social as you were, it won't work, I guess."

Ignoring the jab, Sydney took a deep breath and approached them. "Look, I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I just... wasn't expecting company."

Lex's smile grew wider, and he took a sip from the whiskey bottle before passing it to Jonathan. "No harm done," he said, his eyes still traveling over her body. "But your chance is wasted."

Sydney felt a cold knot form in her stomach. "What chance?"

Jonathan looked up. "Lex here has some connections in the industry," he said. "He could help you get your foot in the door."

Lex leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "But you're not exactly the... cooperative type, are you?"

"No wait!" Sydney almost screamed before she realized how loud she was. "I would love to work with you."

The two men exchanged a knowing glance. "Prove it," said Lex, "show me that you can work for your success."

Sydney felt the walls closing in. "How?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lex's smile grew into a grin. "Suck my dick."

Her eyes went wide and she took a step back. "What?"

"You heard me," Lex said, his tone cold. "You want a chance in this town, you play the game."

Jonathan remained silent, his eyes on his laptop as if he hadn't heard a thing.

Sydney didn't move at first, frozen in place. Then all the previous phone calls went through her head. This was her first and perhaps last chance at a job in Hollywood.

'You can do this.' she whispered to herself. She approached Lex slowly, her eyes glued to the floor.

As she reached him, she took a deep breath and looked up. He was already unbuckling his pants, his cigar still clenched in his teeth.

Her hand hovered over his crotch, her mind racing. She could do this, she told herself. Just get through it, and then he'll help me.

Her hand closed around his cock. It was surprisingly warm, and much larger than she had anticipated. She could feel the heavy weight of it. She's never had one that big.

Lex's eyes gleamed with excitement as she tentatively began to stroke him. "Good girl." he murmured, his hand coming up to guide hers. The words only made Sydney feel more disgusted, but she forced herself to continue, her thoughts on her future career.

Jonathan watched the scene unfold, his gaze flickering between his laptop and the sight before him. He knew that Lex had a way of making deals that didn't always involve money.

The smell of cigar and cologne filled the room as Sydney took Lex' cock into her mouth, her eyes watering. This was the price of her dream, she thought bitterly. But she was going to pay it.

After she was probably too slow for him, his one hand grabbed her wet hair and violently increased her speed.

Her jaw was already aching, but she didn't dare to stop.

In the corner of her eye she saw Lex pulling out his phone. The screen lit up and she realized with horror that he was taking a picture of her, her mouth stretched wide around the cock.

The flash went off, momentarily blinding her. She tried to pulling away, but his other hand continues to hold her tightly.

"Relax," he murmured, his grip tightening. "It's all part of the audition. You're a little bitch. But you do one thing well. You listen to what men demand from you. This is how you can go far in Hollywood."

With these words he ejaculated into her mouth. This was Hollywood. This was what it took to make it. And she was going to swallow it all.