Chapter 1

Jenna was on the verge of making it. At 22, she was at the peak of her beauty, or at least, her marketability.

Since 16, she had done everything ‘right’. She had an Instagram, showing her constant workouts and cute outfits. At 17, she began singing and making silly videos on Tic Toc. On her 18th birthday, she began posting sexy pictures and flirty videos on OF. Her long blond hair, tanned skin and larger than average breasts made her a natural star and for years, she had amassed thousands of social media followers, but couldn’t quite break through to the big leagues of stardom.

In between odd jobs and the occasional paid modeling gig, Jenna studied the biggest star on the planet: Trent X.

Trent X has begun his career as a rapper and was still one of the largest draws in music. However, he had taken his music career and created a media empire that was growing every day. His Twitter showed off his lavish lifestyle and it was rumored that he made $50k per endorsement.

There was much debate as to if Trent made more money from his Twitter, his music or his OF, where for $99 a month you could follow his extremely active enjoyment of women of all colors. Trent made no effort to hide his love of women and and scrolling his OF was a peek into his life of debauchery.

There were also rumors of a secret OF account that showed off his more extreme tastes, but Jenna never could find proof of that it existed.

As Jenna scrolled through his feed, as she did several times a day, she came across a list of his upcoming tour dates. While a moderate fan of his music, she’s never thought to go to one of his concerts when an idea began to form.

For the next several weeks, Jenna became a Trent X expert. She listened to every single one of his albums and even managed to find a copy of his rare demo ‘Booty Killa’. She studied his feed as far back as she could, looking for any minor detail. Jenna knew that thousands of women threw themselves at him on a daily basis and that she would have one shot to set herself apart. Luckily for her, the majority of women that Trent was photographed with more than one time were busty young blonds like herself, but that wouldn’t be enough to get what she wanted. Music, clothes, hobbies, rumors, smells, colors. Any piece of information she could find, she wrote down and studied. There had to be a way to make her irresistible to him.

Something had to make her different.

The day had arrived, or, the night. Jenna had shown up at the tail end of the concert, not wanting to be exhausted and covered in sweat for the chance meeting. She’d spent almost all of her savings on a backstage pass to the Trent X show and nervously waved it at the security desk.

“Come on, you’re late.” The guard said, nodding her to follow him.

“Late?” Jenna said.

“Yeah, girls been lined up here since 8 this morning.” The guard laughed.

Jenna tugged down her tiny skirt, which rode up over her ass at her every move. Her nails, lipstick and even underwear were matching a specific shade of red that it was rumored was Trent’s favorite. She made sure that the straps of her thong rode high on her hips, poking out over the top of her white skirt. She adjusted her breasts several times, pushing them upwards and together, totally unnecessary due to their size, but everything had to be just perfect.

The guard led her through a maze of back tunnels, the crowd roaring above them. As they made twists and turns, Jenna could hear the chatter of women growing louder. They made a final turn and Jenna came to a stop.

“Wait here. He’ll be down at some point.” The guard laughed, pointing to a spot next to the wall. Jenna nodded, her eyes staring down an endless tunnel, completely packed with women as sexy or even hotter than her.

“This was a fucking dumb idea. There’s no way.” Jenna said to herself, leaning against the wall as she idly scrolled her phone.

Untold hours later, Jenna was finding herself struggling to stay upright when the scream of hundreds of women shook her awake. The crowd surged forward but Jenna stayed at her position, not wanting to be crushed. She reached into her tiny purse and sprayed herself down one last time with a perfume ‘Obsidian’ that Trent shot an ad campaign for early in his career.

“Relax. Relax. Relax. Be different. Be sexy. Be confident. Be seductive. Be different.” She chanted to herself.

Jenna nervously watched down the tunnel as the women began to part and she could see a blob of black in the center. As the mass moved closer, Jenna could see huge figures on all sides, surrounding a figure in white in the center.

“Here goes.” She said aloud, placing her hand on her hip and thrusting her chest outwards.

The mob approached and Jenna focused her attention on Trent in the middle. He was surrounded by women and as he scribbled his autograph on photographs and exposed flesh, he made eye contact with her.

Jenna shot him a gigawatt smile and nodded, patiently waiting for the right moment. As he reached within a few feet of her, one of his enormous bodyguards pushed a woman next to her back against the wall, creating a clear path to Trent. Jenna sucked in a huge breath. Here was her one chance.

“Hey there Booty Killa, want to co-lab?” She called out in the most seductive voice she could muster.

Trent came to a stop and stared at her. Jenna could feel the weight of the universe come falling onto her shoulders as he stepped forward.

“What’s up babe?” He asked smoothly, his brown eyes boring into her blue ones. “Not a lot stud. Just hanging out.” She replied, fighting to stay calm.

“Yeah? So you like the early stuff huh?” He asked, taking another step closer.

“For sure. Good beats.” She nodded.

Jenna fought the urge to hyperventilate a Trent began to eye her up and down.

“What’s your favorite track?” He asked suspiciously.

“Trip to Uranus.” Jenna blurted out. It was the only song that she could name due to its insanely catchy hook.

“Nice. Nice.” Trent nodded.

“Yeah, it’s great to fuck to.” Jenna said before she could stop herself.

“Is that so?” Trent asked, eyeing her.

“Uh huh.” Jenna nodded.

“How’s that booty?” He asked, looking at her hip.

Jenna slid her thumb underneath the strap of her thong and cocked her hip outward, turning towards him.

“You tell me Boo.” She said, looking down a little.

Trent reached out and put his hand on her ass and Jenna thought her heart would explode.

“Looking good Bae. That ass open for business?” He asked, giving her rump a little smack.

“Absofuckinglutely.” She replied.

Trent took a step closer and sniffed.

“You smell good Boo.” He said, looking down into her cleavage.

“You like it?” Jenna asked, thrusting her chest out.

“Yeah Bae. I do. So you wanna work together, huh?” He asked, not lifting his eyes up from her chest.

“For sure baby. For sure.”

“Gonna have to audition you babe.”

“I’m down. I ain’t scared.”

Trent chuckled a little.

“I’m free now. You gonna make it worth it?”

“You know it. I’m ready.” Jenna nodded, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest.

Trent looked up and then turned to face one of his bodyguards.

Jenna looked up to see him snap his fingers and then point at her. A second later one of the huge mountains of man surged forward and scooped her up.

Cries of ‘pick me!’ came up from the hundreds of disappointed women as the bodyguard rushed her down the hallway away from Trent.

The cool night breeze was a welcome relief from the stifling heat of the tunnel and Jenna gulped in the fresh air.

“This way.” The bodyguard ordered, pushing her towards a huge black SUV.

Jenna opened the back door.

“Wait a second.” He called out.

“What’s that?” Jenna asked as the bodyguard pulled out what looked like a black sack from his pocket.

“Boss likes his privacy. Don’t need anyone following us. Give me your phone.” He ordered. Jenna reluctantly handed over her phone to the man, who snatched it away and then pulled the bag over her head.

“Where are we going?” Jenna asked, her voice shaking as the bodyguard pushed her into the car.

“To the office.” He laughed, sliding in beside her.

Jenna lost track of time and space as they drove, then the bodyguard pulled her out of the car, into an elevator and then down a hallway. She could hear the beeping of a key pad and then the unlocking of a door. The bag was torn off her head and Jenna blinked her eyes into focus.

Jenna’s eyes opened wide in shock when she realize that she was in ‘The Pit’.

The Pit was Trent’s party room, a place where most of his OF videos were filmed. It was dominated by a huge circular ‘bed’ made of purple velvet in the middle of the room, surrounded by cameras on all sides. Many a sex video were filmed her and Jenna’s heart began to race.

“Where is he?” She asked tentatively.

“Who knows? He’ll get here when he gets here.” The bodyguard shrugged.

“Can I have my phone back?”

“Fuck no. Don’t need anyone knowing where the bat cave is. Make yourself at home. He’ll get here at some point, unless he’s forgotten about you already.” He laughed.

Jenna opened her mouth to ask another question, but the door closed in her face.

At some point, the door opened and Jenna jumped up from the ‘bed.’

“Hey babe. You still here?” Trent asked, strolling into the room.

“Yeah boo.” She replied.

“Sorry, I got held up.” He grinned, walking over to a wooden wall. Jenna watched as he pressed on a decorative piece and the wall opened, revealing a refrigerator. He pulled a bottle of water out and turned towards Jenna.

“You want?” He asked.

Jenna nodded.

Trent grabbed a second bottle and strolled over towards the nervous blond. He handed her the bottle and opened his, loudly gulping it as Jenna slowly sipped hers.

Trent tossed the empty bottle onto the floor and stared at Jenna.

“So, what’s the game here babe?” He asked.

“What do you mean?”

“You want some dick, or what? What you trying to get out of this?”

“I mean, I’m just a fan ... and I know that ... you’re cool and...” Jenna stammered.

“Whatever girl. Everyone is a fan. But you’re up to something. You played it cool and dug up some fucking old tunes. I respect the game. So either you’re legit a real fan, which I doubt, or you’re up to something. So what’s the gig? What do you want?” Trent said, waving his hand dismissively.

“I want to be famous.” Jenna blurted.

Trent’s short, sharp laugh surprised Jenna and she took a step backwards.

“Well, at least you fucking came out with it! So, you wanna ride with me and pick up some subs huh?”

Jenna nodded.

“How many subs you got?”

“15k on Gram, 10k on OF. 20 something on Tic Toc.”

“So you want me to tag you or something?”

“That would be fucking hot. We get some pics together to show I’m legit and you tag me?” Jenna asked, her voice hopeful.

“You know what I get paid for a plug on Gram?” Trent asked, a smile splitting his face.

“I heard 50.” Jenna said.

“Try 100k.” Trent replied.

Jenna’s mouth fell open.

Trent grin got bigger.

“Yeah, that’s right. 100k per post. You got 100k hiding in that skirt baby?” Trent asked, his eyes moving up and down her body.

Jenna shook her head.

“So what you got to offer me babe?” Trent asked, taking a step forward.

“Anything you want boo.”

“Anything huh? That’s my favorite fucking word in the world, you know that?” Trent asked, placing a hand on her hip.

“No, I didn’t know that.” Jenna replied, her voice raspy.

“You know my least favorite word? No. I hate the fucking word ‘No’, you dig?” Trent said, hooking his thumb under the strap to her thong.

Jenna nodded.

“You know about my OF I guess? Everyone does.” Trent asked.

Jenna nodded.

“You got a nice fucking body, so here’s the game. You be a good fucking slut for me and put on a good show for my next OF video and I’ll give you a couple shout outs on Gram. Maybe I’ll even take some special stuff for you to post on yours if you’re a real fucking freak. What do you say?”

Jenna began to nod furiously, the repercussions of an @ from Trent flashing through her mind. This would be the break she needed and it was more than she could have dreamed for.

“Uh huh. Uh huh. I’m down. I’m down.” She nodded.

“Good. Just remember what I said. What’s my least favorite word?” Trent asked, his voice growing dark.

“No.” She replied.

“Good girl. Now let’s see how you suck some dick.” Trent said.

Jenna slowly drug her tongue up and down Trent’s enormous shaft, which was coated in a dried but sticky substance. She focused on her work and tried to ignore the camera that Trent had aimed directly at her face.

“You like that dick baby?” Trent asked.

“Fucking love it. Fucking love it.” Jenna said, forcing a sultry voice.

“Taste good?” He asked, putting his hand on her head.

“So good. So good.” She replied, lifting up. She could feel pressure on the back of her head, pushing her upwards and then down.

“Good. Clean it off for me baby. I had to bust another girl in the dressing room before I got here. She creamed all over my dick.” Trent said as Jenna forced her mouth around the head of Trent’s cock.

Jenna recoiled for just a moment at the thought of her tasting another girl’s pussy, but pushed it to the back of her mind as she tried to focus on breathing through her nose.

“Take it. Down girl. Get down.” Trent urged, the pressure on her head increasing as his cock pushed against the back of her throat. Jenna’s gag reflex kicked in and she wretched a little.

Trent let out a laugh and released her head. Jenna pulled off, gasping for air and wiping the spit off her mouth.

“Never had a big dick before huh?” Trent snickered.

Jenna shook her head no.

“This is gonna be fucking fun then.” Trent grinned.

“Fucking take it bitch. Fucking take it down!” Trent growled as Jenna fought with all of her strength not to vomit. She could feel tears streaming down her face and a line of spit ran from her mouth and landed onto her breasts.

Trent had stripped off her shirt and put her on her knees, instructing her to put her hands behind her back. Jenna had complied and obediently opened her mouth when Trent dropped his pants and stood up in front of her.

What she wasn’t prepared for was the violence in which Trent fucked her mouth, uncaring to her chokes and gags as he forced his pole deeper and deeper down her throat.

“Fuck yeah baby. Fuck yeah. Gonna open that throat up. You fucking love it, don’t you?” Trent asked, withdrawing his cock from her mouth and stroking it in front of her.

Jenna gasped for air but nodded.

“Fucking say it. Fucking tell me how much you love this big dick.” Trent demanded, slapping her across the face with his wet dick.

“I fucking love it. I fucking love it.” Jenna said, recoiling a little as Trent spread her slobber all over her face.

“Yeah, you a fucking dirty little bitch for my dick, aren’t you?” Trent teased.

“Uh huh. Uh huh.” Jenna repeated.

“Fucking say it.”

“I’m a fucking dirty bitch.” Jenna said with no emotion.

Trent slapped her across the face with his cock, causing a wet, sloppy sound to ring out.

“Tell the world you’re a fucking slut for my big black dick.” Trent demanded, his voice threatening.

Jenna looked down to compose herself for a moment and then looked up at the camera.

“I’m such a fucking slut. I’m such a fucking slut for your fucking big, fat black dick.”

“You ever fuck a black guy before?” Trent asked.

“No, never.”

“You ever gonna fuck a white boy again?”

“Never baby. Never again.” Jenna shook her head.

“Good little bitch. Now open up fucking good and wide.” Trent ordered.

“Gonna nut. Gonna nut in your mouth and you’re gonna fucking hold it there.” Trent called out, roughly pounding Jenna’s face as he held her head with both hands.