The Broadway Starlet

CHAPTER ONE-1

CHAPTER ONE

The man with her walked around the car and opened the passenger door. His eyes stared approvingly at the girl's exposed leg flesh as she scrambled awkwardly onto the pavement.

"They're a bastard to get out of, aren't they?" he smiled cheerfully. The girl flushed slightly and nodded, feeling uncomfortable as she had realized how much of herself had been revealed to the man's probing eyes.

"Come on." He took the girl's arm and led her up the short flight of steps to the front door. "I really do appreciate this, Mr. Jarvis," she told him. "Honestly, I'm sure I'd never have gotten the part if it hadn't have been for you."

The two of them walked into the flat. "Gosh, this is fantastic!" the girl exclaimed. She let her eyes wander around the enormous room, taking in the luxury and the sheer wealth which surrounded her. She spun on her toes, throwing her arms wide, "It's just beautiful, I've never seen anything like it!"

The man flickered a brief smile at the girl's wonderment. "It may be expensive, but I call it home," he answered as he pressed a button which was set into the wail. A cabinet swung open and revealed a row of bottles and glasses. "What will you have?" he asked.

The girl walked to his side, feeling her feet sink into the deep pile carpet. "Vodka and tonic, gin, scotch?" he asked. Before she could answer, he filled two glasses over half full of vodka, added just a dash of tonic, and handed one to her. "I don't believe in diluting any of my experiences," he added, as he swallowed a third of his drink, and steered the girl to a very low couch which occupied over half of one wall of the apartment.

"Mr. Jarvis," the girl broke in. "I can't tell you... "

"Oh, darling," he broke in, "you can't possibly call me Mr. Jarvis. It's so formal. It puts up all sorts of barriers between us, and I don't want there to be any barriers! I'm Robert, all right?"

"Well thanks, Robert!" She sipped at her drink to cover her confusion. Things were moving much too fast, at least for her, she thought.

Only this morning she'd been a nobody, auditioning for a part in Robert Jarvis's new play, and now here she was; talking with the great actor on first name terms. It had been the star himself who'd first insisted that she, Carolyn White, an unknown, be given the important, but small part of his sister in his next New York production. What an argument there had been! Right in front of her, Robert had stormed all over the stage, threatening to withdraw from the play himself if the producer and backers didn't allow her to have the part. He'd insisted upon it, told them the girl possessed great talent, argued with them until they had been forced to give in.

She had gone to the audition hoping for the even smaller part of the maid. While she was on stage, running through the tiny scenes in which this character appeared, Robert had suddenly stood up from his seat in the front row and shouted that this was the girl who should play the sister!

After that moment, everything that happened had the disconnected unreality of a dream. She had read the new part with Robert himself and had been given every possible encouragement by the star and then invited back for a drink. Carolyn knew that such discoveries were occasionally made in the theatre, but for it to have happened to her! She felt as if a giant hand had suddenly plucked her up from out of nowhere and given her a terrific push in the direction of stardom. The fates must have been with her. The casting was supposed to have been done in New York, but only because of weather conditions and the scheduling of the airlines had they decided to cast in California.

"Ready for another?" Robert's voice, very close to her, interrupted the flow of her thoughts. She looked at her glass, startled. It was empty!

"Oh, please!" she said, not wanting to appear unsophisticated. He took her glass away and quickly refilled it. When he'd replaced it in her hand, he casually slid his arm around the back of the couch, his fingers resting lightly on the girl's shoulders.

"I hope we're going to be very good friends, Carolyn," he told her. "It's seldom that one sees talent like yours. You have a remarkable stage presence, darling, I saw it immediately! As soon as you appeared I knew, I absolutely knew that you were the only one who could play that part."

She drank some more of the vodka and said, "I'm so grateful to you, Robert. None of the others seemed to want me. If you hadn't spoken up, I'd never have gotten a chance like this!"

Robert squeezed her shoulder. "Those fools don't know talent when it's staring them in the face," he said. "You could go a very long way with me behind you. You know that don't you, Carolyn?"

She put her glass on the table in front of them and unconsciously clasped his hand warmly. "Oh, I do realize that, believe me, I do!" She went to withdraw her hand, but his hand closed tightly around hers, while his arm pressed into her shoulder and drew her nearer to him.

Carolyn had heard "stories" that Robert Jarvis had a reputation not only as a lecherous man, but also, that he delighted in "rather strange things." However, here she was, it was her big chance and nothing, not even gossip was going to take it away. She had been on her own for six months now, had lived in the big city and she was sure that she could handle anything that came along. Besides, Robert Jarvis was not only well known, he was rich and terribly attractive, in a manly sort of way. Well, she rationalized, not really handsome, but at least he could help her, and she didn't care about looks that much anyway. He was rugged, strongly built, even though his features were rather rough. "I mean it," he continued, beginning to stroke her hand. His fingers were resting on her bare thigh, her mini-skirt having ridden up almost to her hips when she sat down.

"I have all the connections, all the influence. I can help you a great deal, a very great deal," he added meaningfully.

"I'm sure you can," she replied, beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable. Maybe it was the vodka she thought. He certainly made generous drinks. Again, she attempted to disengage her hand from his.

Instead of permitting this, he pressed her fingers even more firmly into the soft bare flesh. "Do you like these short skirts?" she asked nervously, trying to change the subject.

"Why yes, I do," he replied, "they give you so much freedom."

"Yes, you can move about much easier in them," she replied.

Robert smiled at her. "Silly!" he laughed, "I didn't mean that they gave the wearer freedom, I meant they give me so much freedom, freedom to do as I like!"

Carolyn swallowed. "I see what you mean," she answered, blushing slightly. She could see Robert's eyes staring at the slightly parted upper part of her leg as his hand began to move slowly up the inside of her thigh and underneath the brief leather skirt.

She could feel her body beginning to tremble and a strange dizziness was stealing through her head. Robert's other hand pressed firmly into her shoulder beginning a coaxing, kneading caress.

"What's the matter, darling," he whispered softly. "Don't tell me you're shy! That would never do for a budding young star. He pressed strongly into the back of her hand, making her fingers sink hard into her own exposed white flesh. Slowly he bent towards her face and she could feel the sweet, expensive after-shave he was wearing surround her. She twisted her head away as his mouth began searching determinedly for her lips.

"It's not that I don't like you," she stammered in apology for the move, and she could feel her body begin to shudder half out of nervousness and half out of fear. "It's just that I have never done anything like this before. She licked her lips, they were suddenly very dry and parched.

So this was the reason he had shown an interest in her!

She felt a deep sigh welling up in her, she should have realized that something like this was going to happen to her! But who would have thought that this famous actor, who had been praised and publicized for the realism and passion of his love scenes, and had been linked with many of the great actresses, got his kicks from seducing young girls. Maybe all the weird stories I have heard are really true, she thought, and once more, tried to release herself from his firm, insisting grip.

She forced herself to look him directly in the eye. "Please, Mr. Jarvis, I am sorry that you misunderstood, but I just can't."

"I'm afraid it's a bit too late for regrets, my dear," he breathed into her cheek, his face suddenly turning from friendliness into an unmistakable mask of passion. The drinks were beginning to affect her, she felt dizzy and helpless. She could feel his hand moving up underneath her skirt and his fingers slowly work their way beneath the tight elastic leg band of her soft silk panties.

Oh, no, she thought, this can't be happening. "Please don't touch me there," she whimpered, realizing even as she said it that it was hopeless to plead with him.

Then he spoke. "I'm not averse to tying you down if you force me to, so you may as well resign yourself to the fact that we are going to have a little party!" His voice was cruel and unfeeling, completely void of humanity and she knew he meant the sudden unexpected threat.

He's going to rape me! He's going to rape me! Oh God, no! Why did I ever think that he would try to help me for nothing.

His hands were now pulling at the buttons of her sweater lifting it up over her brassiere and with one final jerk, pulled the soft wool away from her body. His eyes grew misty with lust as he stared at her soft white breasts which showed in two firm, white mounds just above her brassiere. Quickly he ripped the straps and cups of the brassiere away from her body, leaving her completely naked from the waist up. He dropped his head and closed his mouth hungrily one at a time over the pink buds of her full ripe breasts and sucked at them roughly. She struggled viciously, trying to force his mouth away from her body, but his other hand had her pinned to the couch. His fingers found the opening of her v****a under the crotch band of her panties and she cringed, trying to force her body away from him. But the fingers insisted and slipped wetly inside her, filling her with a sudden dread and shame.

"Nice tight little p***y," he whispered huskily. "You're going to be good, baby."

Half-nakedly she resumed her struggle with a sudden burst of panic, but the drinks had made her reactions dull and worthless and she floated into a state of semi-consciousness as she felt his hand strike cruelly at her face. "You b***h," he shouted. "All you starlets think that all you have to do is wiggle your ass and have big t**s and you'll become famous. Well I'll show you what you have to do... and I'm going to make you love it!"

He could feel the tensing in his loins becoming stronger. The sight of this helpless, virginal girl completely at his mercy incited him to a greater lust. I'll f**k the living daylights out of this proud little b***h, he thought to himself as he felt his p***s pushing and throbbing against the confinement of his pants. She'll know she's been had.

She lay immobile, completely at his bidding, defenseless in her terror. Quickly he stripped his clothing off and threw them in a pile on the floor. His p***s was completely erect now, throbbing and jerking up against his stomach. She opened her eyes slightly, viewing the massive staff that was about to impale her young virginal body.

"God," she thought, "it will never fit, he's too big. He'll kill me with it, He'll kill me!"

His groin twitched with desire and his p***s tingled. He ran his hands over the tormented flesh which, unwilling, but helpless, was at his mercy. He tore her legs apart, revealing the tiny pink slit of her v****a buried wetly beneath the soft, silky pubic hair between her thighs.