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chapter VI: Goddamn Earl Baldwin.

After a short while a man walked in and called out my name. He looked around the age of forty, had a ring wrapped around his finger dressed in the same way as the young woman who walked me through. He had a scruffy beard black hair that seemed to be getting whiter and a pair of big glasses rested on his nose. He led me out of the waiting room and I could hear the disappointment in the other women's voices. They were all annoyed at the fact that I was the one to be called out however I had a feeling it was far more than just because I got the role. There was something else when he said: "Mr Baldwin requested to see you in his office." I gave him a nod and he left me after telling me where exactly his office was, I thanked him for his service and made my way to Earl. I stood before the door contemplating whether I should knock or walk away and go back home. I ended up knocking on his door as he let me in, he was wearing a professional suit, turning his back from me with a glass of whiskey in his hand. "You knew who I was." He said in a stern monotone "I knew." he nodded at my reply while slowly turning around to face me, he took a few steps closer, I could smell the alcohol and colon on him. "You knew who I was, yet you still took the risk of sleeping with me, knowing I was a married man. What do we call women like you in France 'femme fatale'?" I scoffed at his unnecessary comment and shot right back at him: "I am not the only one to blame and you know it. In fact, you were the one who was all over me that night." He laughed, he knew I was right and he didn't get to say anything, not when he was at fault. He grabbed my waist and pulled me in closer to him: "I know exactly what you want, Jennifer Rivers. I have seen potential in you and I think that you would be an excellent addition to Hollywood..." I averted my eyes away from his while attempting to break out of his grip: "I sense that there would be something I have to do in return." He gave me a nasty smile and forced me to look into his eyes, he spoke one single word and I was unable to say no to it, otherwise he would ruin my life: "You look awfully sexy in this little outfit, but it will look better on the floor. Strip."

I did what I was told, I was a "good girl" to him, letting him do whatever he wanted. It was not rape was it? I never said no. I never stopped him so this could not be considered as rape could it now? It was my fault anyways, I allowed my desires to be well known take over, this was one of the conditions for me. Life was black and white for me. Either this or that, I chose this path, this was supposed to happen, there was no way for me to prevent it. I had no choice but to let it happen, this cannot be rape. Since it was all my fault, it was my choice, therefore my decision.

After he was done, he got up and got dressed. He didn't even bother to allow me to finish as well. I was far too young for him, it was natural for him to reach an orgasm before I did since I was naturally more energetic than he was. I got up and dressed. He said that he'd let one of his chauffeurs take me home to which I declined but he got frustrated and said: "You will take this car ride or you can kiss your acting career goodbye." I agreed in the end but it wasn't exactly my choice. He handed me my script along with my schedule for the rest of the filming. I took them and walked out of his office, glanced at the time just to see how long I had been in there to see that it was merely one hour only. That man cannot even go on for more than one hour, no wonder why I couldn't finish - it's not like I was turned on or anything to begin with. I made my way over outside to see a man dressed in a black suit waiting for me beside a fancy black car. "You must be Jennifer Rivers." he said, I looked up at his face and he was wearing ray-ban sunglasses and I replied simply with: "yes." I had a bad day. I didn't feel like talking at all. He opened the back seat to the car and sat me down inside. I skimmed over the script along with my new schedule, it doesn't collide with the one at work from the diner, I had to either quit or get myself a new schedule but that would be a little difficult since I do not like having the late night work shift because the risk of running into pervy men would be a lot higher. I told the driver to stop at exactly the same spot as the one as the last time I slept with Earl. The driver didn't stop and said: "I am sorry miss, but Mr Baldwin requested we stop at exactly your place this time." That bastard, what exactly is he trying to do? I still didn't give him the exact location, I told him to stop at a random nearby building and I walked in. I waited long enough for him to leave and I made my way back home.