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DO read this story if you’re weird and want to read about a Casting Couch girl get revenge on the agent for tricking her into having sex for free.

DON’T read this story if you are a big Casting Couch fan and don’t want to get insulted. Unless you get turned on being insulted, then please, read on. I obviously know a lot about Casting Couch, so it’s not like I’m innocent.

I stood outside the plain office door, feeling nervous. I reached up and knocked, and a moment later the door opened. A chubby and balding man, probably in his mid-30s but with the body of a 50-year old Gamorrean, holding a camera in my face stood in the plain office. “Adele? Come on in. Oh wow, you look better than in your pictures.” Adele is obviously not my real name, I googled “sexy names” and it was the first result, probably because it started with A. I walked into the office and looked around. There was a wooden desk with a desktop computer and phone in one corner, and a black leather couch in the other corner. There was a camera on a tripod facing the desk. I didn’t see any lunch bag or food containers, but I must have come just after he finished lunch. The place smelled like fish sandwich.

He had me sit down on the couch, and he started asking me questions. He started with my name, age, height, bra size, and if my hair colour was natural. I answered honestly, there was nothing to hide. Ok, I said I was 18, but I could pass for it. It was only three years younger. Then he began to ask about my sexual history, and I lied. I said I lost my virginity at 15. Five guys total. One girl. No, no threesomes. Never been fisted, but I’ve tried anal twice. Hah, right. Had sex last week. No boyfriend. Never fucked a professor, but I let my manager feel me up. The whole time I tried to act cheery and cute, but I just wanted to cry. I hated this guy for what he was doing for me, and I hated myself for needing the money.

When I ran out of money I figured I could be a stripper, hooker, porn star, drug dealer, rob a bank, or steal a sailboat and go off to the Caribbean where a dollar lasts a year. Porn star seemed to be the safest one, it’s a regulated and legal industry. So I went online to figure out how to apply, and I found a casting agent. I emailed him, and he said I had to come talk with him, so here I was.

After some more awkward questions he told me that based on my answers he could probably get me $1000-$5000 a day. He would take some pictures of me, send them off to producers, and hopefully we’d have responds by Friday. So I stripped for him piece-by-piece while he took pictures. It was weird, he felt my boobs to confirm they were real and had me bend over and spread my cheeks to show my butthole. He said I had pretty nipples, but he probably tells all his prospective clients that.

Then he told me that he had to show the producers how I performed, the producers couldn’t just hire a pretty face. What? He told me that I would perform with male talent to show how I had sex. I looked around, wondering where the male porn star wa

s. He told me he was the talent, I would fuck him. Um, okay? This would get me a job, right?

He had me kneel down, unzip his pants and pull out his dick. I stared at his undersized dick below his scraggly pubes and flabby stomach and tried to hold down my puke. I knew what would happened when I applied for a porn job, but I was about to put a flaccid dick in my mouth while a guy held a camera above me head. I sucked him for a bit, trying to focus, but he kept telling me to look at the camera. I don’t know the last time he showered. Porn never shows the taste and smells, it’s only audiovisual.

I kept waiting for his dick to grow in my mouth, and eventually I realized it was already at full size. After that he put me on the desk and fucked my pussy. I think I felt it. The camera on the tripod was pointing right at my face, I tried to smile and moan, and I was starting to realize how fake porn was. Once he’d boned me he moved the tripod camera to by the couch, and had me kneel on the couch. It was sticky. He got behind me and asked I knew what was gonna happen next. Um, more sex? He said he was gonna do my ass. Fuck! I told him I’d done anal before.

He squirted lube on my hand and had me lube my asshole. I was desperately hoping there was no poo in there. He put his dickhead on my shitpussy and began to push. I gasped and said “ow! Ow! Oh fuck!” he kept going, ignoring my pain. I clenched my jaw and held my breath, looking down trying to not kick the jerk. He told me to look up and stare into the camera. So I stared into the camera grimacing while he forced his way into my ass. Even with his gherkin pickle it hurt. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain and couldn’t take it, I almost sobbed and asked him to stop. He kept pushing and asked me if it hurt, as if he hadn’t noticed. I said yes! He pulled out, and wiped his dick with a wet wipe. I really hoped the camera audio didn’t pick up the fart. I wanted to ask for a wet wipe because I think I felt something come out (something other than his dick), but I didn’t want to admit to that on film.

I assumed that me crying meant we were over, but no. He had me kneel down and blow him again. I’ve been told I have a big mouth, but I didn’t need a big mouth for that. I did so, hoping I wouldn’t get a bacterial infection. He had the camera pointing at me again. I wanted to wipe tears away, but I didn’t want to show I was crying. Hopefully the camera didn’t catch my glistening eyes. After three minutes and forty-five seconds he pulled his dick from my mouth and told me to stay still. He pointed it at my face and stroked his shaft a few times, and before I realized what was happening he was blowing his load on my face. I flinched and closed my eyes, but it was too late and I had cum in them. I tried to squint it out and not cry while I heard a camera clicking.

Then he handed me paper towel. Finally, some courtesy. He asked me how well I wondered I did. I said ok, he asked me to rate myself out of 10. I said 7/10, I figured I couldn’t get higher than that with no successful anal. I cleaned up as well as I could, and got dressed. He told me that he’d have the video out to producers by tomorrow morning.

I went home and showered for an hour, then lay in bed and cried. I cried until I checked my bank user account and remembered why I did it. $5000 a day times 365 was $1,800,000 a year. I was on my way to being a millionaire.

Every hour until Friday I checked my email to see if I had an offer for a porn shoot. Nothing. By Saturday I was confused, so I emailed the casting agent. No response. I emailed again on Monday, no response. By now I was getting desperate. People talk about porn as easy money, they don’t mention the waiting.

On Tuesday afternoon my friend Paige messaged me and asked me why the fuck I did Casting Couch. I messaged back and asked what she meant. She sent me a link and said “explain this.” I opened the link, it was to a porn site. I started the video. There was text on the screen saying that the agent offered girls a job in porn if they had sex with him, but there was no job. Then the text faded away to a door, and there was a knock on it. When he opened the door I was there, looking nervous in a cheap Target shirt that showed too much cleavage and the only short jean shorts I had. Fuck!

You know what happened, I just described it. The more I saw the more I realized how stupid I was. My nervousness showed through, my attempt to look cheery failed. When I sucked his cock you could see the fear in my eyes. My smile when he was smashing my pussy looked like a skeleton. The only part that was authentic was the pain when he fucked my ass. And yes, the audio got the fart. You could see me choking back tears. By now I was furious.

By the time he came on my face and I saw my miserable expression as I knelt there with a random guys semen on my face I was 100% sure I would never do porn again. This was humiliating. I used to wonder why there were so many random first-time videos of girls who did one porno then stopped, now I knew. Fucking random pervs for money isn’t so bad. It sucks, but it’s over soon and you’re home showering off the stank. However, when you later watch the footage it’s motherfucking degrading. A guy uses your body as a pincushion for his dick then dumps his babyjuice on your face. All so divorced deadbeats and incels can jack off. Fuck you wankers.

I texted back to my friend and told her I never meant for this to happen. I wondered he was a casting agent. She said ok, but you wanted to do porn anyhow? You were applying? Oh, right. This would have happened eventually. I said yes. She said they were coming over. I knew people would eventually figure out, but I was hoping by the time people knew I’d be chilling on my yacht, looking down my nose at the plebes. My success would shame them into silence when they tried to shame me. Fight shame with shame! Instead, I hadn’t gotten a single cent, and the porn film wasn’t glamorous. It was poorly lit and I looked like an idiot. A cum-covered, scared stupid idiot who nearly shat on a guy’s dick.

Soon two of my friends were over, Paige brought Emily, and we cried. Well, I cried and they told me he was a fucking liar. After a bit Emily asked if she could see the video. She hadn’t watched it yet because she felt wrong doing so without my permission. I said sure, why the hell not, everyone else can see it. When we went to the link I saw there was already 4,000 views and 10 comments, all of them about how gorgeous I was and how the viewers wanted to marry me and take me away to a castle where we would live happily ever after. Ok, not really. I can’t repeat what the comments said, they hurt. Even the guy who liked my face only liked it because of what he wanted to do to it.

We were shell-shocked by the end. It’s one thing to see a guy’s cum on your face, it’s another to sit beside your besties while they see it. “fuck this asshole. What are we doing?” Paige asked. I asked her what she meant. “we need to do something. You know where this guy’s office is? What are doing to him?”

Umm, IDK? I wondered I would just spend the rest of my life wishing I never did this. But my friends had thoughts of revenge. Within an hour they had a plan. Paige, who was the hotter friend, took some pictures, and see emailed them to the fake agent’s email address. Then we waited. It only took 3 hours for him to respond with an offer. During that time we checked out the other videos on his channel, he had two hundred videos like it, all of them showing naïve girls who wanted money or fame or dick.

On Tuesday we went back to that boring office building, and went up to the fourth floor. When my friend knocked on the door it opened and the same guy was there with a camera. All three of us walked in, and he scanned the camera at our breasts. Once he’d gotten a good shot of my chestal assets he moved the camera up, recognized me and looked surprised. I gave him a big smile and told him I had so much fun I brought my friends over, they also wanted to work in porn. He regained his composure and told us to come in.

My friends sat down on the couch, and he started the interview with similar questions. Soon he had them kissing each other then undressing each other. After some making out and tit-play he got them on their knees, sucking his dick. My friends looked like they were enjoying it, he didn’t suspect a thing. When he had enough of that he got Paige on the desk. I stood in the corner holding my backpack, while Emily was on the couch. Emily is nice, but I figure out why the asshole wanted to fuck Paige first.

Once Paige on the desk pretended to cum, the guy pulled out and went to Emily on the couch to have her taste his dick. Then he sat down on the sticky couch and had her climb on him. This was my moment, he couldn’t see past her. I pulled the knife and pepper-spray out of the backpack, and walked up to him while Emily’s head blocked his view. She was riding him hard and moaning. I reached around her, aiming the pepperspray at his eyes. Emily threw herself back, and I unleashed. He yelled and tried to block his eyes. So Emily, who was lying on the floor on her back, kicked him in the nuts while he thrashed, then I pushed him over and sprayed him again.

I put the knife to his throat, and told him nothing bad would happen if he cooperated. Paige handed Emily the other knife and Emily held it to his testicles, that got him to stop moving. Paige turned on the computer, and I asked the guy for the password. When he told me to fuck off I pushed the knife in a bit, and he said “password123 please don’t stab me.” Paige tried it and it worked, so she unplugged it from the wall, unplugged the screen and keyboard and mouse, then carried it out. Emily put her ball-knife down and took the two cameras and left. Once they had a head begin I peppersprayed him again for good measure, then ran.

I ran through the building and down the stairs, out to the parking lot. Several people were in the hall, they stared at me in shock. My friends didn’t have time to get dressed, so these people must have seen two naked chicks carrying electronics run through, then seen a fully clothed amateur porn star with a knife run through 20 seconds later. It was just a kitchen knife, but it’s still an odd sight.

My friends already had the car started. I jumped in, and they took off. It would have been a clean getaway, but the traffic was backed up because of a red light, so we sat for 20 seconds. Multiple motorists honked and waved when they saw that my friends were naked. They smiled and waved back. It was awkward, but we were porn stars now. Gotta keep them fans happy. Publicititty!

As traffic started, we saw the guy run out of the front door, butt naked with his pitiful dick still technically erect (I can’t in good conscience call it a real erection) and his danglers bouncing. He probably didn’t have time to dress, I suspect stumbled to the bathroom to wash his eyes. I wonder what the other people in the building wondered when they saw this guy and his baby carrot dick come through, just after two naked chicks and an armed chick came through. He got in his car and followed us. We tried to drive quickly, but we were in suburban commercial sprawl hell where every road is 30 miles an hour and there are lights every half-mile. There was no way we’d escape easily. We inched along, surrounded by Honda Civics, oversized compact SUVs and F-150s driven by insecure guys who probably never towed or used the bed.

While we drove to the highway we passed a bottle of water around and washed our eyes. We didn’t get directly peppersprayed, but that stuff aerosolizes, it’s hard to not get a waft. When we hit the highway we started to haul ass, we saw the fake agent behind us coming hard. Well, following hard, I don’t know if he was coming.

We kept up a good speed, only slowing down to shake our tits at truckers. These hard-working men deserve it. Seriously ladies, if you appreciate a low cost of goods and fully stocked shelves then flash a trucker. Plus doctors, next time you’re at a hospital expose yourself to every doc you see. Those front-line workers have earned some boob. My friends hadn’t had time to grab their clothes when running out of the office, and we hadn’t brought spare clothes. I guess we hadn’t wondered of everything.

After three hours I started to get nervous. We had planned for this. We had a full tank of gas, snacks, water, a funnel, and empty bottles. I wanted a She Wee, but I was broke. If I had money for a She Wee I wouldn’t have tried to do porn. We were hoping that the agent was the sort of guy to at all times be running on a quarter tank so he’d run out first. All we had to go was keep driving.

Four hours. That’s right, we were getting close to empty when the agent pulled off the highway to a service station exit. Yes! Success! We went one more exit, then got off and went to a gas station. I tried to convince my friends to pump gas naked, but they refused. We were getting tired and being a naked slut had lost its appeal. After we refueled we went home. As we were driving out the gas station attendant walked out and tried to wave us down, he probably wanted a peak. I don’t blame him, Paige is hot and Emily is still worth a look.

We got home late. Once we had carried the equipment inside we got out the whipped cream and had hot lesbian sex. No, not really. We were dead tired and went to bed. My friends said I owed them, so they made me sleep on the couch while they took the bed. Yes, they slept together naked just hours after making out at a porn casting. Does that turn you on? Shame! Two tired girls sleeping together after committing armed robbery is not sexual, stop sexualizing crime. Would you think it was sexual if George Clooney and Brad Pitt slept together naked after robbing the Bellagio? Ok, nevermind, that would be fucking hot. Ocean’s 11 needs a rated R remake. In the morning they took some of my clothes and went home.

Now for the real part of the plan. I was gonna log on to the computer and try to delete my video from the porn site, but I realized I only had the computer itself. It took a full afternoon of texting to discover a friend who had a screen and extra accessories I could use. I had not planned for that. When I picked up the equipment from Kevin he told me I owed him one. I hoped he didn’t know I was a porn star, he might get ideas about the favour he could receive.

Once I was logged on I went to the porn site, and logged in to his user account. The idiot had his password and username saved with Google Password Manager. I found my porn video and deleted it. That was my only plan. However, I saw he had almost two hundred videos, and in a moment of heroic nobleism I deleted them all. Then I deleted the user account. I figured most of those girls already had their reputations ruined and deleting the video didn’t fix that, but at least the original was gone. They could sleep in peace. If they could sleep, several of them appeared to be druggies. For almost an hour I dug through his folders, making sure nothing was backed up online. He had a Dropbox user account, but that was also logged in. I downloaded all the videos of him violating dumb girls like me, then deleted the user account.

Then I went down to the local strip club and applied, then posted advertisement on local escort sites. I still needed money, and by now I was an experienced sex worker with an online presence. My body was valuable. At least my tits, pussy, mouth, and asshole were. Feet too, if clients are in to that.

For three months I lived in peace. Relative peace, selling my body was not pleasant. But then I had a brainwave. I was still feeling short on money, whoredom didn’t pay as well as I wondered it would. Turns out desperate loners are also cheap, and I didn’t have the tits to command premium prices. They are nice, but they are like local restaurant nice, not 5-star Italian restaurant nice. So I got back on the computer, and looked through the folders. I eventually found about 140 videos that were finished. I don’t know where the other 60 were, but oh well.

I went to the same porn site the fake agent had used, and I made a channel user account with a nearly identical name. I just slapped 2 on the end of it, it worked. Then I selected one of the videos with a hot girl (a lot were fairly plain, some were pitiful and one may have been a non-gendered alien wearing a female human costume) and uploaded it. To look legit I created a Twitter user account with the same channel name, and put out a Tweet saying that after being canceled we were back, we would be uploading the content you all loved again. I don’t know what I meant by cancelled, but it sounded plausible.

Finally, I went to Reddit and used my stripper user account (ever notice how NSFW subs are full of working girls?) and posted on the porn subreddit that Casting Couch was back as CastingCouch2, and I posted the link. Within 24 hours the post had 3,000 upvotes, which is pretty good for that sub. I was hoping to make front page, but I don’t think NSFW stuff makes it there. A lot of sick fucks were commenting that it was awesome to have the couch back. Apparently lonely wankers like watching dumb girls have their lives wrecked with a dick. Ya’ll are sick fucks. Get your hands off your dick and go fuck a real woman. Even if it’s just a saggy-tit stripper at the sketchiest strip club in town, that’s better than watching naked idiot wannabe whores like me take cock in the ass in the dumb belief that we’ll be rich and trendy for it. Do you really get turned on by 21-year olds pretending to be 18 crying while getting dicked? Or does watching a dude with a male clitoris fuck daddyless rejects make you feel better about your pitiful life?

I uploaded a video once a week. Every time I did so I felt guilty, I was taking benefit of vulnerable girls with this. Except it wasn’t me. I didn’t trick them into it. I didn’t film it. They probably already got ostracized by their families over it. None of that could be prevented. So I didn’t see the point in not profiting from the intellectual property I now possessed. I was just a reposter. Nothing wrong with reposting, right?

The one video I didn’t repost was mine. Every few weeks I would rewatch it and masturbate. I bought the smallest dildo I could discover so I could remember what the agents teensy peepee felt like. Some guys like having their dicks shamed. Some girls like being slapped and insulted. I watch myself pretend to enjoy sex and then flinch while taking a load to the face. It’s hot. I can’t help what turns me on. I don’t want people seeing it, but I liked watching myself get fucked and jazzed on while crying.

NSFW: yes

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