It was sometime in the 90s. You were a young, freshly 18, chubby, brunette girl who wanted more than anything in the world to be an actress. It had been a life long dream.

The moment you graduated, you moved out of your parent’s home and went to the city. You immediately got a job and started auditioning for films and shows.

But alas, you never got the jobs. It was becoming hard to mange rent and work job at a fast food restaurant.

All was going down hill until you met Walter Apple. He was outside an actor agency after you had an appointment there. The fat old man asked you if you needed a manger to get jobs. After much hesitation you excitedly said yes and started working with Walter.

Very soon, jobs started coming in. But they weren’t what you thought.

First, it was modeling for revealing clothes, then it was nude photo shoots, then it was porn. You always asked if this was actual going to get you jobs for real films, and Walter always said it would. So you went along with it.

It was tiring, so very tiring.

Currently, you were having to film a porno. You were nude underneath a boy your age. You two were paused awkwardly as the camera men changed the angle. The boy looked down at you as he held your wrist. “I’m sorry about this.” I muttered.