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BrokenDoll
Meteorite
- Joined
- May 24, 2025
It had been a whirlwind weekend. Flying in on a Friday morning, that afternoon spent at the salon, for the head-to-toe treatment. Wining and dining that night. Saturday Madison had spent on shoots from sunup pretty much to sundown. At some fancy mansion, at the private beach behind it. Modeling was harder work than she imagined. She was nude or dressed only in a robe most of the day, in front of the camera, forced to hold poses no matter how uncomfortable, no matter who was looking…
Sunday morning they let her sleep in. Her return flight was later that afternoon.
Around 11 am, Joey, her recruiter, knocked and entered her hotel room–since he paid for it, he had a key.
Joey was middle-aged. Not in bad shape, but he wasn’t a performer. The rumor was he had a cock made for porn, and back in the day he’d done his time shooting his wad for the camera, but that was going on 15 years ago. Now, his place was behind the camera, not in front of it. He had a receding hairline and a goatee, bad tattoos and silver rings on his fingers. As usual, his nose was in his phone.
But the distracted, soft around the middle look was a facade. Underneath was a predator; a wolf in a washed-up porn actor’s clothing. Madison had fallen perfectly into his trap, and it was time to set the hook.
He barged in unannounced, and if she was nude or not, he didn’t seem to notice. Or care.
“It’s almost time to catch your flight, babygirl,” he said, his pet name for her, for all his girls. “We just need to settle your tab and we can get you in an Uber back to the airport.”
In his hand was an invoice, which he set in front of her wherever he found her. It was from the hotel, it listed the open bar from her room, the room service, the movies she’s rented. All-in-all, nearly $600.
And he’d handed it to her like he expected her to pay for it.
Sunday morning they let her sleep in. Her return flight was later that afternoon.
Around 11 am, Joey, her recruiter, knocked and entered her hotel room–since he paid for it, he had a key.
Joey was middle-aged. Not in bad shape, but he wasn’t a performer. The rumor was he had a cock made for porn, and back in the day he’d done his time shooting his wad for the camera, but that was going on 15 years ago. Now, his place was behind the camera, not in front of it. He had a receding hairline and a goatee, bad tattoos and silver rings on his fingers. As usual, his nose was in his phone.
But the distracted, soft around the middle look was a facade. Underneath was a predator; a wolf in a washed-up porn actor’s clothing. Madison had fallen perfectly into his trap, and it was time to set the hook.
He barged in unannounced, and if she was nude or not, he didn’t seem to notice. Or care.
“It’s almost time to catch your flight, babygirl,” he said, his pet name for her, for all his girls. “We just need to settle your tab and we can get you in an Uber back to the airport.”
In his hand was an invoice, which he set in front of her wherever he found her. It was from the hotel, it listed the open bar from her room, the room service, the movies she’s rented. All-in-all, nearly $600.
And he’d handed it to her like he expected her to pay for it.