Chapter 12: Mr StarShooter

I first met Mr StarShooter while working as a guest welcomer at an event that invited stars for opening ceremonies. Mr StarShooter was the team head of "The Three Musketeers" in the industry, a group responsible for photographing various fan clubs, including those in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

Mr StarShooter was already very popular among female fans. Even when he arrived late, they would greet him warmly and ensure he had a prime spot in the front row to take his shots. I even saw a young girl hug him.

To my surprise, he asked for my contact information at the end of the event. We started communicating, and he soon invited me out for a shoot. It was a lingerie shoot, which he explained was for his personal collection. Curious, I asked him, "How come you want to shoot someone like me, who isn't popular at all when you can photograph so many celebrities?"

"Girl, think about this. If you always shoot aging ladies who are 30 years and above, would you feel satisfied? Of course, I need to balance it out by shooting sexy young girls like you!"

I laughed out loud. "You're so bad! How can you insult all those stars..."

"Why not? They are famous because silly fans are willing to donate money for voting. Once they get married or have babies, everything resets for them. I've been shooting for many years, so I know the pattern. You can be very popular when you're still in your prime, but when your looks start to sag, your lead roles will turn into auntie roles."

His words left me in deep thought. Perhaps years from now, no one will hire me for a lingerie shoot or even a normal fashion shoot.

"What are you thinking, sweetie? We are in the middle of a lingerie shoot!" Mr StarShooter waved his hand in front of me to regain my attention.

It was around 7pm, and Mr StarShooter showed me some celebrity pictures he had taken at the annual celebrity event. His lens captured every detail, revealing wrinkles on the senior celebrities. I imagined a lot of Photoshop would be necessary for those images if the media wanted to avoid complaints.

I wore a black low-cut lingerie and began posing on the bed for Mr StarShooter. Since he didn't request many corrections, my mind wandered again.

"Sorry, sorry! I was lost in thought," I apologized immediately and changed into a pose where I grabbed my breasts and bent lower.

"Okay! Apology accepted based on your sexy pose!" Mr StarShooter laughed.

The lingerie shoot lasted an hour, and five minutes before it was set to end, he made his advance.

Mr StarShooter: Cat, do you want to get famous? I have good connections with media companies, and I could help you get a role if you're interested...

"Oh yes, definitely! That would be great!" I exclaimed, thrilled at the prospect of fulfilling my dream of acting.

"That's great. So, I guess you know what to do next..." Mr StarShooter said with a smile and handed me some money.

I counted the money and noticed an extra $200.

"Um, why is there extra money, and what do you mean by knowing what to do next?" I asked, puzzled.

"If you give me what I need, I can help you, and the $200 will be yours as pocket money." Without wasting more time, Mr StarShooter began to take off his polo shirt.

Realizing what Mr StarShooter wanted, I was torn. Should I compromise myself for a chance in the media industry, even if it was just a small role?

Then, memories of past encounters with other men; Fatty J, Mr Toy, Mr Challenger flashed through my mind. The devil inside me argued that one more time wouldn't make a difference. So, without resistance, I let Mr StarShooter remove my bra and panties as he kissed me from my neck down to my pussy on the bed after I tucked the money into my purse.

Despite being an older man in his late 40s, Mr StarShooter was quite eager in bed. He tried to thrust vigorously like a young man in the missionary position for the first ten minutes, but soon he went soft, and I had to perform handjobs and blowjobs to get him hard again.

I climbed on top of him to expedite the conclusion of our deal. I rode him as hard as I could, and after about 20 minutes, I finally made him cum. He didn't have the energy for a second round, which was a relief, as it meant I could earn $200 and a potential role within 30 minutes.

We rested for the next 30 minutes while he vented about his work frustrations, explaining how he had to constantly guide the newbies and deal with a biased boss.

Two weeks later, I landed a small acting role. A year has passed, and I haven't heard much from Mr StarShooter. He stopped posting his celebrity pictures and seemed to have disappeared.