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NOTE: This chapter features an act of sexual coercion, so if you have trouble seeing that sort of stuff, you should probably return next time.

 

Ever seen one of those movies where a country girl with big dreams goes into the city just to get disappointed?

 

 

I would always watch those movies back home, thinking about how stupid those girls must be to fall for people who are obviously not working in their best interests.

 

 

I've been thinking a lot about those movies lately.

 

 

Because I'm starting to think I might be one of those "stupid country girls" myself...

So, how *did* I end up bent over the desk of this guy who sticks his dick into my pussy?

Well, as I've just said, the story is really nothing new.

 

 

So, living in the United States, just across the border, I thought I would eventually have to move to Frederickston if I wanted to become a musician.

One might say I made it, right? I mean, I'm standing on a stage...

...for like twenty people. Which wouldn't be a problem on its own...

 

 

...but I've been doing this for three years, only earning scraps in the process. And my manager... well, you will see...

 

 

Kyle: "Ah, C, darling. Didn't expect ya today. What brings you here?"

 

 

Charlotte: "So... about the album..."

 

 

Kyle: "How many times do I gotta tell ya, darling? I have multiple acts with much better prospects for profit before I can book a studio for you. Trust me, your time will come."

 

 

Charlotte: "But I've been working my ass off for three years now... and no news of anything album-related. And I know for a fact that some of the acts you've given a chance started their careers later than I did."

 

 

Kyle: "Yeah - cause they brought in the money, even without an album! Our tours in the eastern United States bring in the real cash!"

 

 

Charlotte: "Okay - great - then book a tour for me. Or even just one concert, maybe in Baltimore. I know I can do it!"

 

 

Kyle: "Hmm... I could do that. But you see, organizing that stuff is really stressful... I have to call like, sixteen different people... the localities, the roadies, the tech nerds... I *could* do that, but I've got a terrible headache right now. I think I need a moment first, maybe I'll do it tomorrow."

 

 

Why does a guy with such a terrible headache that he can't make a phone call laugh this dirty?
Because that's my signal to get under his desk.

 

 

Now, I know what you're thinking.

'Are you stupid, girl? He's obviously not going to do it!'

I know, but what better chance do I have? I have no other contacts in the industry, and he won't move a finger if I won't move my lips the way he likes.

 

 

So yeah, I guess that's the story of how the country girl with big dreams ended up sucking dick in a shabby 'office' behind a bar...

 

 

I've grown used to it, really. Usually I just imagine he's Charlie Sanchez. Works surprisingly well, as long as he shuts his mouth.

 

 

Kyle: "Ahhh~ I feel much better already. I'll make those calls later, and get back to you tomorrow. Now move, I still have to receive some other clients."

 

 

Welp, I guess that concludes another day in my shitty job... my shitty dream job...

Matt: "Hey, you're that singer from before, right? Mind if I join you?"

 

 

...or maybe not... hm...

 

Forgive the confusion, this entry wasn't finished yet but I had already set it to be posted.