A brave movie star - inspirational story #3

In 2017 the whole world was shocked from numerous allegations which emerged against a film producer Harvey Weinstein. It soon became apparent that sexual abuse stemming from the misuse of power, influence and wealth is a widespread issue in the film industry.

Becoming a glamourous movie star
sometimes comes with a high price 

An online feminist journal, which I read from time to time, published a whole special issue on this topic. Part of it was an interesting account from an actress, who wanted to remain anonymous and did not name anybody involved. However, based on some details, I was actually able to identify her as one of my favorite movie stars. She admitted that sexual misconduct by moguls is indeed common even outside the US and unfortunately, she and many of her female colleagues have had a similar bad experience with many acclaimed directors and producers from my country. However, according to her, she managed to handle one sticky situation, she appeared in at the beginning of her career, differently than women accusing Weinstein. She unveiled her story which happened 15 years ago, at that time she was just a young rising star:

I was just 18 and I felt I am on the right trajectory to achieve my dreams. I was admitted to a drama school and already got a couple of supporting roles. Nothing really big, but for sure not a bad start. I was so thrilled when one day I got a call from my agent that a production team seriously consider me for a major role in a high budget historical movie and I should come for an audition. At the end of the screen test, which went really well, the producer came to me and invited me to his house to join him and his wife for a dinner that evening. He was indeed married to a famous journalist, so it did not raise a suspicion with me. He was a classy, good-looking man in his late 30s. Of course, I said yes with a great excitement.

In that evening I put my best clothes on, and I took a cab to his mansion located in the poshest quarter overseeing the whole city. When inviting me inside he immediately apologized that his wife had to urgently see her elderly mother having some health issue and is not going to join us. Coming from a poor family, I was so amazed, I have not seen such a lavish interior in my life. I was seated on a big leather couch. I asked for a glass of sparkling water.

Knowing how to react when sexually abused by
moguls should be part of the skills of all rising stars 

He went to the kitchen and after a couple of minutes he suddenly appeared in a bathrobe, holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He casually sat next to me and looked into my eyes. Then in a sleeky voice he whispered to my ears: “You did so well today, you truly are a great talent. We can now relax and discuss some matters between us”. He leaned closer and started to kiss my neck without my permission. The first moment, I was shocked how naïve I was, but I tried to act professionally and not to embarrass me doing a scene. I said in a tiny innocent voice: “I think you misunderstood something. I have a boyfriend…. and what about your wife?”  He just looked at me with a mischievous smirk on his face and said: “Sweetheart, you still must learn a lot how this business works”. He resumed forcefully kissing me on my cheeks and lips, but this time he also unbuttoned my blouse and painfully groped my tits. I was so disgusted and upset but also scared of him and his power and influence. I wanted to jump out from the couch and run away, but suddenly something snapped inside me. I whispered to his ear back: “I understand, we need to have some joy before doing the hard job, right?” I slowly slipped my hand inside his bathrobe; I fondled his thigh first and then moved it up towards his genitals. I noticed he was naked. For that moment I overcame my disgust, I took hold of his penis, which was like a tiny wiener and stroke it a few times. He moaned in pleasure.

Then I gently took his testicles in my hand. Neither these were up on the size scale, so I was able to wrap my fingers around them and to enclose the whole scrotum in the palm of my hand. I whispered to his ears: “I give you the pleasure you deserve.” I immediately squeezed those balls sharply like I wanted to extract juice from them”. I dug my fingers deep in the tissue.  He straightened up like a spring, draw a horrid grimace and squealed like a pig.  Now I yelled into his ears: “Do not dare to try it on with me again or with any other girl or you are going to play eunuchs in your movies!”. He was in total agony, shaking uncontrollably and screaming something in such a pitch voice I could not understand.  I held his filthy scrotum in a tight grip for almost a minute before I let go.

Once I was done with him, I got up on my feet and went to the bathroom to wash my hands.  When I was leaving the house, I saw him on the couch still whimpering. I finally shouted: “Keep you small dick and your little ballsies in your pants or I guarantee you are going to watch all your movies in jail”.

Well, needless to say, I got the role.