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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, join the neighborhood mate-traders.
Sharon Stingly is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
TORMENTED STARLET—a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
“Suck my cock, darling, and I will definitely give you a part in the picture,” said Century Studio’s producer Avery Craven. He spoke in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, with not a hint of embarrassment, fear or shame. He spoke as though he were telling a parking lot attendant to park his car in return for a dollar tip. The brashness, the outright surliness and boldness of producer Avery Craven was incredible.
Sharon knew that it would not be an easy matter to land her first role in a Hollywood film, but she found this a bit difficult to take. Did she really have to suck Craven’s prick? Or was he just kidding her?
Then his attitude stiffened, his eyes slit menacingly, he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. He was not kidding!
“Now, you listen here, Miss Sharon . . . Sharon . . .”
“Stingly,” she said quickly. “Sharon Stingly.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number BH-8072 in the original publications (a duplicate).