darkest_fate
machina erotica
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2009
- Location
- the INTERNET
Exhaustion has a way of dimming the senses, making you feel worse than you could possibly feel. Right now, exhaustion weighed heavily upon the young actress. She'd squeezed into the ridiculously stupid costume, given her best and brightest smile, and still had to go through nearly a dozen takes. But this was her first "major role" as the director and her agent were so fond of telling her. With this, she could actually have a career. True, most of the time, when they said that they were staring directly at the young actress's perky breasts, both nearly overfilling her tight outfit. Or their eyes wandered further down, seeing curves that men slobbered over, and women envied. Perhaps they stared at tight toned legs. Or maybe they never got further than her piercing blue, "fuck me" eyes, or those plump lips. While the actress's talents in acting might be developing, her body certainly wasn't.
So an exhausted Sydney trumped into her apartment. She kicked off her heels, adjusted the short denim skirt, and ruffled her long black locks. Another sigh, and she leaned against the door, her mind still going over things. She'd have a part by now if she didn't have those pesky morals. turns out that refusing to sleep with people for parts didn't work out so great. The frustrated girl twisted shut the lock on her apartment, then began trudging toward her kitchen, not pausing to notice the empty window, or how things were disheveled...
Until she got to the kitchen. And heard something. Something moving. Suddenly, Sydney felt a lot less tired. She scrambled, pulling out a baseball bat that she'd stashed near the door. She held this over her head with some practice, thankful for softball, and yelled for the intruder to just come out. she was armed and ready. If only her damn phone hadn't run out of juice. It was Mariah's fault, with all that damn texting. Killed the phone dead. So now Sydney had to beat off whomever.
"Ugh, it stinks in here," she muttered, wrinkling her nose. What was that smell? It seemed... familiar.
So an exhausted Sydney trumped into her apartment. She kicked off her heels, adjusted the short denim skirt, and ruffled her long black locks. Another sigh, and she leaned against the door, her mind still going over things. She'd have a part by now if she didn't have those pesky morals. turns out that refusing to sleep with people for parts didn't work out so great. The frustrated girl twisted shut the lock on her apartment, then began trudging toward her kitchen, not pausing to notice the empty window, or how things were disheveled...
Until she got to the kitchen. And heard something. Something moving. Suddenly, Sydney felt a lot less tired. She scrambled, pulling out a baseball bat that she'd stashed near the door. She held this over her head with some practice, thankful for softball, and yelled for the intruder to just come out. she was armed and ready. If only her damn phone hadn't run out of juice. It was Mariah's fault, with all that damn texting. Killed the phone dead. So now Sydney had to beat off whomever.
"Ugh, it stinks in here," she muttered, wrinkling her nose. What was that smell? It seemed... familiar.