"Oh—okay—I get it, I know what to do—I'll go right now—" Cathy Zhou's pretty face flushed red, but she still nervously walked over to her sports car.
Charles Morin barked coldly, "Cathy Zhou, did you not hear me? I told you to get in my car. There's a massage stick up front, specially designed for black guys. You play with it, film yourself with your phone, and send it to me so I can see your acting skills. If you make it convincing enough, I'll personally invest ten grand and give you the second female lead in my Hong Kong Category III flick—'Peach Heat'!"
"Ah! Okay, okay, I'll do my best! Thanks, Charlie!" The moment she realized she could star in a movie, Cathy Zhou's anxious look turned to excitement. She hopped into Charles Morin's Lamborghini, and sure enough, found a big, black massage stick in the front. She was shocked at first, but the thought of landing a major role in Charlie's private production made her throw caution to the wind. In this business, showing off your assets and using your body to climb the ladder—sex appeal for fame and fortune—is the fastest way to make it big!
Gritting her teeth, Cathy Zhou psyched herself up, pulled out her phone, switched to selfie mode, and stripped off her top, showing off her creamy, sexy figure. She hiked up her miniskirt, grabbed the oversized black massage stick, and got to work. Soon, her exaggerated and sultry moans echoed inside the Lamborghini, making everyone in the parking lot blush and their hearts race. Nobody here was a virgin—they all knew exactly what those sounds meant.
"Hey—Charlie, you're so biased! I do everything you say, but you never give me a part. I totally love acting—" A cute girl pouted and hugged Charles Morin, rubbing her ample chest against his arm.
"Yeah, we both do what you ask, Charlie, don't be so unfair—We wanna act too!" Another pretty girl snuggled up, wrapping her arms around Charles Morin's waist, her skilled hands sliding down to tease him. She knew Charlie loved it when girls made the first move.
"Oh, Sherry, Lola, you girls wanna be in a Category III movie too? Just know, acting in these films means making real sacrifices—like doing it for real, on camera! That's what the audience wants—" Charlie smirked, pinching both girls' chins as he spoke.
"I know, if it's gotta be real, then it's gotta be real. It's all for art, right? As long as I get a role, I'll give it my all—" Sherry said without hesitation.
"That's right! The famous writer Eileen Chang said—get famous while you're young! Sister Tang was a nobody, but after starring with Movie King Liang in 'No Restraint,' she blew up! We're just as pretty as her, so why not let a guy screw us? If we're gonna get screwed anyway, might as well make it worth something!" Lola added, still busy teasing Charlie under the table.
"Damn, you girls are really dedicated! I'm impressed. Listen, 'Peach Heat' isn't even finished shooting yet, and there aren't enough roles to go around. The buzz from Hong Kong, Taiwan, Japan, and the West says this movie's gonna be huge. So, I'm putting more money into a new period piece called 'Meat Party.' It's even wilder, with real action and no faking. I was thinking of hiring some hot Japanese stars, but if you two are down for real art, wanna take the challenge?" Charlie asked straight up.
"Yes! Of course we do—Charlie, you gotta give us a shot! We'll be super obedient—" Sherry said, thrilled.
"Totally, you can do whatever you want—I've already lost my virginity, so I don't care. The main thing is getting famous!" Lola said excitedly, clearly desperate for stardom.
"Good, good—just behave yourselves and play the game, and I'll make sure you get your shot at fame—especially you, Lola, you're a real little minx—hee hee—" Charlie grinned wickedly, clearly fired up by Lola's teasing.
"Mm-hmm, I'll be a good girl—hee hee—Charlie, you want it now? Want Lola to give you a little something?" Lola giggled seductively, snuggling up to him like a sexy snake, her hands slipping into his pants without a care for the stunned looks from the other guys. This girl was born to be a star.
"Hell yeah, but maybe later. Shawn and his bros are still here, and three girls just aren't enough! Meeting a cool guy like Shawn puts me in a great mood—let's party together! Shawn, what do you say—wanna go have some fun?" Charlie grabbed Lola's wandering hand and turned to Shawn Young.
"Uh—well—" Shawn Young didn't know how to respond. He really didn't want to get too close to Charlie; the guy was way too wild and unpredictable, and Shawn figured their personalities wouldn't mesh.