Actress: Unauthorized Memoirs Of A Hollywood Slave

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"Madison, thank you for coming. Have a seat," he said, taking a chair with wheels on the legs and rolling it around for me to sit in front of them.

I took the seat and sat down facing them. I crossed my legs and the top of my stocking and the metal-clipped garter belt strapped against my bare leg slipped into view below my skirt. Michael picked up one of the bottles of liquor, poured some into a glass, then walked over and handed it to me.

"Drink it down," he told me.

I put it to my lips and could smell that it was vodka. I tipped the glass into my mouth and gulped it down. The liquor sent a chill through my body and my eyes watered a bit as I reacted to the feeling. There was a moment of silence as I looked at all the men standing there in front of a long row of windows and the dirty blue sky-scape of Los Angeles in the background. I had certainly never been to any talent agency meeting like this.

"You were brought here," the man began, "because you have a lot of acting potential and we all know you are some of the finest meat we've seen in a long while."

It was not at all how I expected him to speak to me and I wasn't sure what to say.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush, Madison. This is a business of aggression. And it is a male dominated business for one reason. Men are more aggressive. It's in our genes. Every woman adores a fascist. The power makes them feel alive and safe. Do you understand that?"

"Yes," I responded quickly, more out of the emotion he was stirring in me more than any rational thought.

"And in this business, power is all about who owns the stars. The stars are our propaganda and their obedience to us is our collateral," he went on. "And obedience is a very difficult thing to be sure of."

"You don't have to worry about me," I told him.

He looked up at me when I said this and seemed to be sizing up what I had just said. He walked toward me and stood towering above me for a few seconds before he knelt down and started whispering in my ear.

"Is there a problem with your attitude?" he asked me.

"No," I said.

"Uncross your legs," he ordered me.

"Excuse me?" I said looking past him to Michael who looked back at me with a blank expression.

He reached up and slapped me across the face. "Did I say look away?" he sternly asked.

"No," I promptly responded while uncrossing my legs. He bent his head down again toward me and then suddenly slid his hand up my skirt and grabbed a firm hold of my pussy. He started to whisper his words into my ear.

"Do you want to be famous Madison?"

Excerpted from Actress: Unauthorized Memoirs of a Hollywood Slave by Madison Ava Jones and published by American Taboo Press.

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