This is a work of lesbian celebrity fiction. The names are used without permission, and the scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by older women engaging in predatory lesbian sex with underage actresses, please read no further.
(Celebrity Lesbian)
2011 was a banner year for 13-year-old actress, Peyton List. 20th Century Fox's small budget sequel to Diary of a Wimpy Kid had been a money-making success, and the pretty, preteen, blonde ingenue had received good reviews. The third installment of the Wimpy Kid films was in production while Peyton was simultaneously auditioning for a new sitcom series for the Disney Channel.
In the singular year between films, puberty had very noticeably altered the appearance of young Peyton. She had gone from a cute, flat-chested adolescent, to a long-legged 13-year-old teen beauty, half a head taller than her Wimpy Kid costar, Zachary Gordon.
Casting for the new TV series was well underway before Peyton was scheduled to leave for filming Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Dog Days in Vancouver, Canada. Peyton knew that there was a big buzz in the Disney offices for the new series, entitled Jessie. Series star, Debby Ryan, fresh off of the Suite Life on Deck series, had been handpicked to play the lead in the new Disney Channel show which had already been green-lighted without filming a pilot.
Ryan, recently turned 18, had herself matured physically. Now a full-figured, bottle-dyed redhead, Debby barely resembled her dirty-blonde, younger, teenage self.
Peyton was excited about the prospect of the new series. She knew that a successful Disney Channel series would typically run 100 or more episodes. With DVD's, residuals, merchandise, and the like, Peyton would be financially set up well beyond her teenage years. More importantly, it would greatly increase her visibility for additional acting and modeling work as an older teen and adult.
After several meetings with the show's creator, Pamela Eels O'Connell, Peyton was excited about how fun it would be to play Emma, the oldest of the Ross children, in the ensemble cast. The character of Emma was written as a pampered, slightly ditzy, but beautiful teenager, living in an elegant Manhattan penthouse. Peyton was promised that the Emma character would always be dressed in the latest of fashions, all immaculately tailored for her young, still-developing body.
Peyton had recently been told that the coveted role had come down to her and another teen actress. Knowing what it could mean for her career, Peyton was determined to land the role. A final reading had been scheduled in the Beverly Hills office of producer and creator, Pamela Eels O'Connell.
O'Connell had a long resume of television success. The 54-year-old had been a writer, producer, or both for shows like Charles in Charge, Family Matters, Step by Step, The Nanny, Married with Children, and The Suite Life.
Channeling the character of Emma, Peyton had charmingly dressed in a red, pleated miniskirt to better display her long, slender legs, and a tight, light blue sleeveless sweater which unintentionally hugged and accentuated Peyton's perky, budding breasts. Peyton had debated it, but she chose not to wear tights or pantyhose under her miniskirt, as her long legs were smooth, and blemish-free.
Not wanting to be considered too tall or too mature-looking for the role, Peyton had very consciously worn a pair of age-appropriate one-inch heels. Peyton's luxurious, golden hair extended over her young, promising, breasts.
Taking a deep breath and one final check of her appearance, Peyton knocked at Ms. O'Connell's office door. At Ms. O'Connell's request, Peyton's agent, who drove her to the meeting, remained seated alone in the outer office.
Peyton was cheerfully greeted by Ms. O'Connell and two male executives from the Disney Channel. All were enjoying an afternoon cocktail when the pretty, teenage blonde entered the room. What Peyton didn't know was that this meeting was simply a formality. Unless she did something outrageously stupid or choked on her lines, the part of Emma was hers.
Emma read her lines convincingly and with personality. The Disney "suits" looked at O'Connell for a sign when she brightly uttered, "Congratulations, Peyton. We think you'll be wonderful as Emma."
Handshakes and hugs were happily given all-around. As the Disney executives exited the office, Ms. O'Connell, smiling, asked Peyton to stay.
Seeing the two men leave, but not her actress-client, Peyton's agent hunkered down in her seat. She had a pretty good idea of what might happen next.
Still standing after shaking hands goodbye with the Disney executives, Peyton was beaming as Ms. O'Connell circled her, and oddly seemed to be drinking in Peyton's youthful figure with her eager eyes.
Pamela Eels O'Connell, at age 54, was powerful. She didn't have to be beautiful. The dark-haired woman could charitably be described as "plump." No one would dare call her fat. Well, no one that hoped to work in the industry, that is.
"This is a very important day, Peyton," Ms. O'Connell's tone had changed ominously. "If you play ball, millions of people will know your name in six months if you choose to be nice to me."
Peyton was confused, "Of course I want to be nice to you. I'm not sure I understand though, I thought I had already gotten the part?"
"Well, you know how quickly things can change in show business," Ms. O'Connell said sinisterly. With those words, the authoritative older woman began to blithely fondle Peyton's small breasts through her furry blue sweater. Peyton recoiled, knocking over some items from the upright bookcase behind her.
Hearing the sounds of a struggle coming from the office, Peyton's agent pretended that she was temporarily deaf. She had been in this situation before. Pamela Eels O'Connell had a well-deserved reputation for taking liberties with her young actresses, including Debby Ryan. Although Peyton was only 13, she was obviously "in play" for the lascivious television creator and producer.
Despite Peyton's initial shocked reaction, Ms. O'Connell's inquisitive hands never strayed from Peyton's blossoming breasts. Ms. O'Connell could feel Peyton's bra beneath the fabric and squeezed firmly as she leaned forward to gently kiss the pretty, blonde teen. Peyton was too stunned to resist Ms. O'Connell's presumptuous amorous same-sex kiss.
Peyton was facing a conundrum: She could hurriedly exit the office. No one was holding her or blocking the door. Or, she could submit to whatever Ms. O'Connell had in mind. Peyton knew that girls sometimes had to engage in sex with a producer in order to lock down a role. Even though the woman in front of her was old and not very attractive, Peyton was at least grateful that some dirty old man was not trying to take away her virginity with his disgusting, old penis.
Peyton wanted this role. She wanted it badly. Sighing, the teenager indicated that she had made up her mind, and lifted her sweater nearly up to her neck. Ms. O'Connell leered a triumphant smile. She had seen this type of veiled threat work so many times before with women and girls. Besides, she thought, if Peyton hadn't agreed to cooperate, she could have been easily replaced. There were a lot of pretty, agreeable, young girls in Hollywood.
Peyton's silky white bra was surprisingly mature-looking for a 13-year-old. Peyton closed her eyes tightly as the older woman pushed aside her golden tresses, and began to aggressively grope her young, porcelain, décolletage and smooth upper torso.
Seeing that Peyton's bra opened from the front, Ms. O'Connell quickly unhooked it, revealing Peyton's A-cup alabaster breasts and small, pink nipples, which were erect from trepidation, not sexual arousal.
With the bra cups dangling at Peyton's sides, the older woman eagerly clutched Peyton's small, perky breasts with her well-manicured fingers, kneading the small, soft mounds carefully. A single teardrop fell from Peyton's eye as Ms. O'Connell descended on the petite, fleshy morsels with her impatient mouth.
Peyton's agent could hear her client whimpering as Ms. O'Connell licked, twisted, and nibbled on Peyton's alluring pubescent breasts and pink nipples.
Ms. O'Connell reached under Peyton's red miniskirt, and removed Peyton's silk thong panties in one well-practiced motion before moving the 100-lb. actress onto a couch, and raising her pleated miniskirt. Ms. O'Connell's greedy tongue found its way into Peyton's unwilling, inexperienced mouth.
Peyton's smooth, young pussy was nearly bald, save for a few sparsely-growing blonde pubic hairs. At 54, the older woman didn't move quickly or gracefully, but managed to position herself between Peyton's slender, open legs as she laid upon the couch.
Softly petting the young actresses tightly-closed slit, Ms. O'Connell removed Peyton's shoes and began kissing Peyton's carefully painted toes before licking and caressing her way up Peyton's long, slim legs.
Peyton involuntarily shuddered when the lesbian producer reached the 13-year-old's virgin pussy and began kissing and licking her heretofore untouched labia. Ms. O'Connell luxuriated over Peyton's pussy with her active tongue before opening the young actresses' lower lips with her fingers and aggressively penetrating Peyton's vagina.
Ms. O'Connell's enthusiastic tongue and fingers frenziedly ravished Peyton's virgin pussy in a rough manner. Peyton tried to look away, but she could still see the older woman's dark head moving furiously in all directions between Peyton's raised, slender legs, while Ms. O'Connell's busy hands unpleasantly slapped and squeezed the small mounds on Peyton's blossoming chest.
The rapacious television producer lifted the flexible 13-year-old's legs until her knees rested beside her head. Feasting on Peyton's teenage pussy, Ms. O'Connell straightened her tongue and began to methodically drill Peyton's young pussy like a West Texas oil pump.
Peyton tried to clench her butt-cheeks when the female producer's attentions turned to the young girls' unblemished, pink anus. Peyton hadn't reckoned on this, but in her present position with her knees over her head, she had no recourse as Ms. O'Connell's zealous tongue continually thrust into Peyton's rectum with javelin-like force.
It had all happened so fast. Years later, and many boys and girls later, Peyton would not be able to remember if the older woman had somehow made her cum. She was just scared, and wanted it to be over quickly at the time.
Delivering a final, long, open-mouthed kiss, and a last, lusty squeeze of Peyton's diminutive boobs, Ms. O'Connell curtly suggested to Peyton that it was "Time to get dressed." The older, predatory lesbian had had her fill... at least for that day.
Standing up from the couch, Peyton reached for her silken panties and shoes which were strewn across the office floor. Ms. O'Connell leered at Peyton's nearly-hairless pussy for a final time as the 13-year-old pulled up her panties and stepped into her low-heel shoes.
The Jessie producer graciously allowed the teen actress to straighten her sweater, and to fix her makeup before leaving the Beverly Hills office.
Peyton exited in a hurry, making no eye contact with anyone. Ms. O'Connell trailed closely behind her with a wide smile, saying to Peyton's agent, "Good news! Peyton got the role. I'll FedEx the contract to you in the morning."
The agent was also a good actress, pretending that she hadn't realized that the middle-aged producer had forced herself onto the pretty, 13-year-old actress.
Peyton walked out of the elevator to the car with a decidedly different gait. Her agent had rightly surmised that Ms. O'Connell had roughly abused Peyton's young pussy.
Peyton sat wordlessly in the car as the agent drove her back to her San Fernando Valley home.
The End.
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