MAgent: Anyone coming to your seedy office is clearly desperate

From Create Your Own Story

And a seedy office it is, located in the cellar of a bar, somewhere in the shadier part of downtown L.A. You haven't had an actor hiring you for years, and when they do it's always a washed up has-been or a naïve nobody trying to cling on to some of Hollywood's glory. Regardless, you never get any big names, and when you do they usually give up on you, seeing as you can't find them any jobs. Nobody in the movie industry knows you, and those who do know you consider you a joke, so you're low on both actors and connections. Things are indeed looking pretty shitty for your career as a whole.


The air in your office was thick with cigarette smoke during one particularly sunny summer afternoon. You were comfortably sitting by your desk, in front of the laptop while furiously jacking off to a cute, chubby asian taking it in both holes on the screen (after all, nobody was coming to your office anymore, so why shouldn't you be able to beat your meat two o' clock on a Monday afternoon?). Grunting and breathing heavily, you quickly jerked up and down along your shaft with a firm grip as the chunky girl hungrily gobbled on the cock fucking her face while her plump ass got vigorously pumped from behind. Feeling yourself close to climax, you reached for the tissues on your desk when suddenly something unexpected happened; a knock on the door.

You froze up, panicked. Was it your landlord? A potentional client? Either way, answering the door with your pants down wouldn't leave a good impression. Quickly closing the laptop, you desperately hurry to put the lube, the tissues and the porno magazines back in their respective drawers.

A light woman's voice from behind asked: "Excuse me, can I come in?", to which you hurried even more. This was a client! "I could come back later if now's not a good time," she then continued, to which you instinctively (and awkwardly) shouted: "No! No, no, it's alright! Come in!"

The door opened, and a middle aged brunette with short hair and blue eyes entered, wearing a knee-long skirt and a black polo shirt that firmly wrapped around her small breasts. She looked oddly familiar, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. Regardless, she walked up to your desk and sat down on a chair in front of it, extending her hand with a disarming smile.

"Hi! Julie Hagerty," she then greeted you.

"Of course!" you replied and shook her hand. That's how you remembered her. She starred in that movie 'Airplane' back in the 80's. "Nice to meet you. Big fan, honest. What can I do for you?"

"Well, I was hoping you could find me a job." She chuckled, as if her being here wasn't obvious enough to you. "It's been way too long since I got any roles in the movie industry, and I've been dying to get away from commercials and sitcoms. I just think I've got a lot more to give when it comes to cinema, you know?"

You nodded, not really paying attention to her words but to your situation. Julie Hagerty was, simply put, a blank page in Hollywood ever since 2001. On one hand, she was a nobody who would prove problematic to find a job for. On the other hand, she was a client. And if you, by some miracle, turned her into a star; you'd be forever known as the man who revived her career. After a few seconds of consideration you:

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