This a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
"On the back end? My looks must deceive you. You must think I am some naive young agent that is fresh on the scene. You may not realize, but I color my hair black. So you will agree to pay an upfront fee in addition to what we get on the back end." I overheard my mother in negotiations with some producer, agent or other. She was always on the move since she came into my life. It had been a long time since I had seen her animated. Her zest for life had returned and in some ways I had felt a confidence return to myself.
We had just finished filming my last movie and she was already planning my next movie. The affair with Hardeep was a relief from my intense relationship and the mental breakdown I suffered. The notions of romance had long left my mind and I enjoyed the no strings element of it but by the end of filming, I was happy to move on to a fresh project. My brain was fried from the porn fueled mutual masturbation and fuck sessions. There was a danger of me becoming hyper sexual and I needed something fresh.
"She will be there for 2 days time," she said as she cut the phone. I raised my eyebrows as to ask, where would I be? And for what? She was taking control away from me and I had some reservations about this. But there was momentum behind me after the low points I had reached.
"They will email you the script tonight. Rehearsals start in two days and you will start shooting immediately after. The shoot will take no longer than 6 weeks. You will be flying to Kerala tomorrow," she said as though it was perfectly normal.
"Kerala? Mom, have you gone crazy? I can't do South Indian cinema. I don't know the language," I said.
"You always fall for the Bollywood propaganda. South Indian cinema will bring you a bigger following. They will dub you in, if you can't get the language right but you have some time to practice and I will help you," she said in this confident manner and I began to believe her. She had a way of giving me confidence and making me believe I was capable of more than I was.
It was an action movie and I again was just eye candy to go with the 60 plus year old action hero. No one knew his real age but he had been a star for what seemed like forever. He was called simply VJ which I presumed was a filmy way of saying Vijay but it was not. It was an abbreviation of his ridiculously long name. He should have been in a retirement home and I was young enough to play his granddaughter but here I was playing a love interest.
My mother came with me for the rehearsals and the film shoot. It was only scheduled for 6 weeks and it was not expected to take long.
The rehearsals only lasted a few days and for the most part they were uneventful. My mother networked the producers, director and star and I watched as she had these men in the palm of her hand. The lead actor was giving major creep vibes.
In the most part I tried to keep my distance from him but in our dance sequences, he would take liberties. He did not hesitate in putting his hands around my waist. His grip was often firm and he let his hands slide up my waist. As it was only rehearsals, I was often in just a t-shirt and leggings.
At the end of the routine we would come together and his arm would be expected by my side in a semi-embrace. This is perfectly normal and there is a professional way to do this and no one does too much on rehearsals.
On the first two attempts I felt his hand move over my ass and curves and then rest on my waist/hip. It was subtle and it was not obvious to anyone around me but my womanly sense was tingling.
On the next turn, his touch was firmer and his hand rested on my stomach over my t-shirt. His body was pressed a little firmer against me and I could feel more than I should resting against my ass.
"The clinch at the end needs to be tighter, act like lovers," the choreographer added. I didn't think that was a good idea but I just nodded and smiled.
My mother was stood with some producer and she was flirting away as was her way with men. On the next turn, we are dancing together a little closer. I can feel those subtle touches becoming firmer and he even gropes and slaps my ass at one point. I think how crazy it is that he is behaving like this in front of a full cast and crew. As the final clinch comes, he is really close to me. I can feel his crotch pressed into my ass and his erect cock is obvious in his pants. His hand creeps under my t-shirt and he gropes my breast. He firmly squeezes it and then holds my breast until we part from the clinch. I am shocked but some instinctive action happens as I grind back against his cock. I hate myself for doing that but I am a woman and that need still remains within me even if I deny it.
I look at my mom with an apprehensive look but she just gives me a thumbs up. She knew what men in this industry were like and she was feeding me to the wolves. I had to be a wolf to play with wolves and I was not going to be weak ever again.
We were at the limit financially and I needed to bring in money from these roles or we would soon be financially destitute. Some harassment was perfectly normal in these circles and in my current state it was perhaps not all too unwelcome. I had been suffering withdrawal symptoms since my last affair ended and masturbating alone was not quite enough to satiate my desires.
On the next turn his hand goes under my t-shirt once more. I can feel his hard cock between my cheeks and I regret wearing leggings as they provide very little protection against his physical body. I can't help myself and subtly grind my ass against his cock. His hand is more confident as it cups my breast in my bra. I awkwardly put on a brave face while my breast is being mauled in front of the cast and crew. He is so rough that the bra strap snaps and the snap is audible. He freezes at this and subtly pulls his hand out of my shirt.
The director brings rehearsals to an end as he can sense that his lead actor is getting carried away and does not seem to care who is watching.
I am walking back to my changing room and I notice VJ hovering. It is not obvious but my womanly sense is tingling like crazy. He just stands back but as I move, he is never more than a few feet away from me. My mom is still talking to the producer and I don't want to be alone right now so I practically drag her away with me.
"Why are you behaving so possessive?" She asked.
"I have really bad vibes here. It is not just creepy. I can handle perverts. It is scary," I said.
"It is just these South Indian men. They do not know how to talk to women or how to stay within limits. You are safe, I am here," she assured me.
My mom stays by my side and the film shoot goes by pretty quick. They have a tight schedule and they need to pack in a lot.
There are a few events to cause me concern as I noticed that VJ began booking a room on the same floor as me and he would loiter in the hallway at times but as time passed I became comfortable and even felt safe in these surrounds.
My mother would leave for hours at a time and it was in the final week of shooting that my mother had to leave early. She was looking to secure a big role for me. As things were wrapping up and I only had a few more scenes, I did not think much of it and let her go back.
After the final scenes were shot, we had a big wrap party. I mingled with the producers and drank a glass of wine. VJ was acting the errand boy even at his old age and getting the drinks in. Everyone was drinking hard liquors but I settled for nursing a glass of wine. I hated getting too drunk and liked to have my wits about me.
I had finished my first glass and VJ quickly brought around another glass. The first glass hit me harder than usual and I was a little woozy. I never reacted like this to a glass of wine but I put it down to the tiredness after a busy shoot.
I had a few sips of my next glass and I felt a little dizzy and VJ was behind me to help me stand up.
"These Bollywood types, they cannot handle their drink," he joked to the others. I was wearing a party dress for the wrap party. It was a short purple dress and barely covered my cleavage but I liked to dress sexy and alluring as I had an image to uphold.
VJ offered to help me to my room and I was not coming across coherent as I tried to refuse his advances. He acted as though he was just being a friendly neighbor as he was on the same floor but my woman senses were going crazy. No one was coming to my aid as he took me to the elevator to our floor. The elevator had a young couple who were making out before we entered.
"That is VJ," I heard them whisper to each other. He had his hand on my waist holding me against him. His other hand was groping my breast but they could not see as they were behind us. I tried to push his hand away but I was really weak and not myself.
Their stop came earlier and they alighted from the elevator as we continued our journey. He pushed me up against the wall and he had to hold me up as I could not keep myself up.
He came up close and inhaled the scent around my neck and hair. It was animalistic. His hands firmly went under my dress and he groped my ass.
"You, Bollywood girls, with your fair skin and fuckable bodies," he said. His words made me turn my head to the side and throw up. The elevator stopped once more.
We were only two stops from our floor. He stopped once more and held me against him like a good Samaritan once more.
The elevator stank of vomit as I tried to throw up the contents of my stomach. He rubbed my back as two people were waiting to get on stopped when they smelt the elevator.
"Sorry. She has had too much to drink," he said to the unassuming couple.
He did not try anything else and I hoped my vomit had put him off sufficiently. The elevator pinged to our floor and he rummaged through my bag for my room key card.
He eventually found it and helped me to my room. I thought maybe I had turned him off and he was now just helping me as he helped me through the door of my room.
He helped me to the bed but then he just threw me face first into the bed. He kept my head down as he pulled up my dress the few inches he needed to expose my panties. He kept the pressure on my head, suffocating me, but in truth I did not have the energy to lift my head.
He pulled my panties to the side and there were two distinctly conflicting reactions in my body and mind.
There was a panic in my mind of what was to come but I felt my pussy moisten at the anticipation. The two reactions were absolutely contradictory.
He kicked my legs apart and I felt him press his cock up between my ass cheeks.
"No!" I screamed into the duvet. I always hated anal. My ex-boyfriend loved it but I always hated that initial friction. I clenched my cheeks tight together and I trapped his cock between them which stopped him for a short while.
He spanked my ass hard as he worked his cock in between my cheeks. Being in this drunken state, made me weak against his actions as I was unable to keep him trapped.
Soon he was pressing against my asshole and I hated that friction. A pussy was made to be fucked and an asshole was made for shitting.
He pulled his cock back and left a small space between his cock and my asshole. He then spat accurately into that space before thrusting his cock back in. This was not his first time doing this to a woman.
He forced his cock into my reluctant asshole as I felt more and more of his meat stuffing my asshole. I was in the face down, ass up position and I did not have the energy as he molested and forced himself on to me.
His thrusts became harder and more vicious. He was fucking me.
My resistance broken as I no longer spoke no but instead moaned in response.
"Uff!"
"Uh!"
"Oh!"
"Uhmph!"
Had I given up? Perhaps it was best to enjoy myself as I could not stop him.
The ugly black bastard was relentless until his cock was stuffed inside of me.
He began to thrust once he opened me up and he was fucking me hard.
"Uff! Uhmph!" I moaned in response.
He would not be able to get me off with anal so I began to rub my clit.
"Yes! Yes!" I moaned as he grabbed fistfuls of my hair and began fucking like an animal.
He was thrusting hard and I could feel his sweat drop on to my back.
"So close!" I moaned as I was rubbing my clit and pinching the sides.
"Uff! Oh!" I moaned as I came.
My asshole clenching tight on his cock for a brief moment.
He pulled out and sprayed cum all over my ass and back.
He just left me there to sleep.
The next morning I left the hotel and caught an earlier flight before most of the cast and crew were awake. It was something to learn from and it was not something I could change.
My mother had put me in a dangerous situation and I had to be careful of how much trust I was putting into her.