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Unless we consciously turned away, we had to watch those guys pee. For them, it was like they were showing off. I wasn't impressed. Cocks are cocks. You may think yours is special: it's not. Big ones, small ones, fat ones, skinny ones. Cut, uncut, white, black, brown, they're all the same once they're in my pussy or my mouth. It didn't matter to me.

It was the worst weekend of my life. Monday morning, it got worse.

I was given an orange prison suit and slippers for my arraignment. I was shackled like a common criminal. To my surprise Special Agent Brandon Green, Agent Tyler and Agent Weegar were there talking to my public defender and the judge.

I had my own lawyer, but every time I called him I got his voice mail.

"Here's the deal," Brandon told the public defender and the judge, "we have her on soliciting here in LA, but she's a parole violator in New York, and she hasn't checked in with her New York City probation officer in over a year. She's looking at five to ten unless we can work out a plea deal."

The public defender turned to me, "we can try to fight extradition, but New York and California have a good working relationship. It'll be hard."

"New York would be fine if she served the five to ten here," Agent Tyler said.

I knew what my plea deal entailed. I'd have to entrap that woman who was preying on those young girls; girls not unlike me. There was no question in my mind if the case involved a scum bag like Lew Faulk, I wouldn't hesitate, but a woman, no way. The feds were playing dirty; I knew it, they knew, I'm not sure the public defender knew it, but the judge certainly did.

"We'll give her 24 hours to decide, then we'll be back in court," the judge told my public defender.

It was back to the holding cell. The guards, women, took the orange jump suit and the slippers away. That woman's sweater had disappeared. I spent those next 24 hours with arms covering my bare tits. I could not have been more humiliated. The floor of the holding cell was still wet, and now there were another half dozen women in the cage.

Tuesday, I still rejected their offer, and I was prepared to go back to that cell; I took a deep breath. Then, I heard the judge say, "court is adjourned. Court will be in session again on Monday, the 12th."

I stopped. I'd have to be in that holding cell another week. "No, wait." I broke down in tears. "Okay, Brandon, you win. Just get me out of here."

The judge agreed and remanded me to Special Agent Green's custody. Nina, immediately took me to a ladies room, where she handed me a clean skirt, blouse and underwear. "Violet, you made the right decision. I'm straight; I adore my husband, but I can't imagine that it will be that bad."

"Nina, it'll be horrible. You guys are just as bad as guys like Brad Foote and Lewis Faulk. Now, the next thing you can do is let me borrow your phone."

I called the Beverly Hills Hotel and then a taxi. "Nina, I'm going home, pack some clothes and for the next three days I'll be at the hotel. Do not bother me. I'll call Brandon when I'm back home. It's going to take three days at least to get the stench of that jail cell off."

I handed her back her phone, and went outside to wait for the cab.

Oh, and by the way, yes, I could well afford the Beverly Hills Hotel. Fucking and sucking pay well.

A long, hot bath, room service, champagne, and then another long, hot bath. Then sleep. I must have slept twelve hours. I didn't answer the hotel phone and turned off my phone.

When I met with Special Agent Green, Agents Weegar and Tyler the first thing I asked them, "Am I now employed by the federal government?"

"Yes."

"If you want my full cooperation, you'll back date my start date to the minute you had my ass thrown in jail. Brandon like I told Nina, you're no better than those scum bags you put away. Now what do you want me to do? Let's get this over with."

I'd be cooperative; I didn't have to be as collegial as I'd been on other cases.

Brandon Green knew eventually I'd come around. He'd sent my photograph and my resume to Haley Foreman's studio with an address that the feds used in Overland Park, Kansas.

They quickly received a response.

Almost two weeks after I left the courthouse I opened the door to the Foreman Studio. I was dressed conservative for me, but probably made sense if you were from Topeka, Omaha or Tulsa. Short, but not too short skirt; a tight top, but not too tight. It was hard to hide those 34Ds. My blonde hair was in pigtails and I wasn't wearing any make-up. I was trying to look like a teenager. It must have worked.

"Hi, my name is Violet Van der Hyden. I received this response to your ad for an actress." I handed the woman at the reception desk the letter. "I suppose I'm looking for Ms. Foreman." I tried to sound like an innocent, naïve girl. Like Dorothy from Kansas.

"I'm Haley Foreman. My receptionist is out sick today. Won't you come in." She led me to a well-appointed, comfortable office. I put down my pocketbook strategically.

Haley Foreman was a tall, matronly looking woman with grey hair, perhaps in her late fifties, early sixties. I'm not sure what attracted those young midwestern girls to her. I was sure I'd find out soon enough.

"Ms. Van der Hyden, why don't we get comfortable. I hate being all dressed up, all stuffy."

She took off her blazer, and then to my surprise her blouse. Her bra held boulder-size hanging breasts that bra had trouble supporting.

"Are you going to join me?"

"Ummm, Ms. Foreman, I came here hoping to get into show business. I want to be an actress."

"You shall young lady. You're beautiful, but I need to see the rest of you. Would you like me to help you?"

"No, no thank you. I can do it myself."

Slowly I unbuttoned my blouse. This wasn't unexpected. Haley Foreman, according to the complaints from the girls she seduced, had a thing for their titties. Not just their titties, but that's where she started.

My bra, like my clothing was conservative, however, there was still my deep cleavage. "Violet, I'll bet their lovely." Haley kissed me on the mouth and her hand went to one of my boobs. "May I."

I'm sure those young girls resisted or tried to. I pretended to. "Ummmmm, Ms. Foreman, I-I'm not. . ."

"I know, and neither am I, but we're here and if you're anything like me, you could use some tender loving care."

"I have to tell you ma'am, I'm new at all this."

"Are you a virgin? Because if you are, I'll be extra gentle."

"No, no, no. I mean my boyfriend and I did it but just once. I don't want you to think I'm a loose woman or anything like that."

"I wouldn't think that, Violet. I'm sure you're a wholesome young woman which is what I'm looking for in my next movie. Here, let me help you."

In a minute, Ms. Foreman had unhooked my bra, I covered my breasts. I'd had lots of practice in that jail cell.

I'd never covered them when I was working; a guy paid for my pussy and perhaps a blowjob, but they all wanted to see my tits. I never crossed my arms covering them. In fact, some guys liked me to ride their cocks. When I was on top like that, I held my arms above my head; they had a good view. I think it made them harder.

"Violet, I'm sure they're lovely. When I was younger, mine were a lot like I suspect yours are. I'd gladly show them off, you shouldn't be embarrassed. I'll go first."

I have to say, huge, old lady tits are not impressive. They look like cow udders. Ms. Foreman's nipples without her bra on, almost reached her waist. Of course, I'd never seen other women's breasts, but I couldn't imagine guys would be excited looking at hers, feeling her up or sucking them.

"See, now it's your turn." She took my arms from across my breasts, and put them around her neck. Then she kissed me on the mouth with her tongue.

For a minute, I didn't and then I did. That's when Ms. Foreman guided one of my hands to those massive titties. I was surprised by how soft they were; not like udders, but like big soft pillows.

Yes, I felt her up until my fingers found her nipples. "Ummmm," she sighed. "Like that, Violet, like that. I have the most sensitive nipples."

"Beautiful Violet, I'd love to make you feel like you make me feel." Then her hands were all over my tits. There was no resistance from me.

A few minutes later when she put her hand under my skirt. "Violet, I've always wondered whether blonde girls like you, have blonde hair everywhere."

If I was the innocent girl that Ms. Foreman presumed I was, I likely would have vigorously resisted.

As you know, I wasn't. "Ummmm, ma'am, I don't know." Involuntarily or so it must have seemed to Ms. Foreman, my legs opened wider as she put pressure on my thighs.

"I'm sure you didn't come all the way out here from Kansas to wait tables." Her fingers pulled my panties aside, and her fingers were playing. She knew what she was doing, and soon was stimulating my clitoris. I couldn't help but squirm.

Rarely, except perhaps when some of those sixty and seventy-year-olds were eating me, did I have an orgasm. Oh, every guy I fucked thought I had one. Well, actually more than one. Like I told Special Agent Green, I was a great actress.

There was no acting when Ms. Foreman's finger gave me my first orgasm; shortly followed by a second.

That was when she got on her knees and helped me out of my panties. She didn't have to ask me to stand up so she could take off my skirt. I did that myself, then sat down with my legs spread.

I was all hers.

I told you that I would have gladly paid some of those old men who ate my pussy. Haley Foreman was so much better. Her tongue was gentle as it massaged my clitoris; her tongue knew how to make my cum and cum.

I writhed and humped her face as I sat with my legs spread on the couch. "Violet, you have the most beautiful, tastiest pussy," she said as she took a brief break. I pushed her head back into my pussy.

"Please, Ms. Foreman, one more time please."

While her tongue played, "Violet, if you truly want to act in my film, show me you can act like you love my pussy."

She stood up removed her skirt, then her panties and sat down on the couch next to me."

"Ms. Foreman, I-I came here to act in one of your movies. I want to be an actress."

"Be an actress, Violet, show me that you can act like you love eating pussy; my pussy." She spread her legs and help me to my knees.

This was what I resisted when Agent Nina Weegar told me the assignment. Sure, having old guys pay to eat me was fun, but I have to admit that Ms. Foreman took me over the moon, but the very idea of eating her pussy or any pussy was revolting.

Here I was; on my knees my face inches away from her old pussy. Her dark, thick bush, flecked with grey did not look inviting; it was the first one I'd seen except when I did some trimming and grooming in my mirror at home.

Then Ms. Foreman spread her pussy lips, "Violet, it doesn't bite." That wasn't the problem. Open her pussy was the most beautiful pink. It was such a contrast to what I thought was the ugliness of her bush.

I couldn't resist. "Ms. Foreman, I have no idea what to do. Please, help me."

She gently pulled me hair, "Violet, it's not that you don't know how; it's do you want to?"

I looked at her gorgeous pussy again. "I do."

"Say it, say, Ms. Foreman I want to eat your pussy."

I looked her in the eye, "Ms. Foreman, I want to eat your pussy."

Then I started. "That's a good girl. Show Ms. Foreman that you want to be in her movie; you want it bad." Her fingers were still holding her pussy open.

I was just licking her slit. "Yes, Ms. Foreman has a tasty pussy. You're not the first to enjoy it, but no one has taken to it like you have, Violet."

A few minutes later she guided my tongue to her clitoris: a lovely even pinker bud. "Oh Violet, oh Violet, yes Violet. Oh my, you make my pussy sing. Eat it just like that. Right there; you're such a good girl."

I didn't eat her as long as she wanted. ‘Have I shown you I deserve a role in your movie?" I said as I tried to catch my breath.

"You have, my dear. You were marvelous and you have the sweetest pussy. Now, Violet, you can have a role in my movie, but if you're willing to come home with me, I can make you a star."

Two of the complaints I read mentioned that Ms. Foreman promised them stardom if only they'd spend the night with her. Neither girl claimed to be a lesbian.

"A star, you can make me a star? That would be the greatest thing, Ms. Foreman. Back in Kansas, everyone will be so jealous," the supposedly innocent girl from Topeka was thrilled.

"Let's get dressed. I don't live far, and Violet, just so you know. At my home, I'll want to thank you for what you just did."

TO BE CONTINUED

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