Maybe she was a White-Dwarf Starlet or a Former Child Star whose career fizzled out.
Perhaps they made an ill-fated switch to another medium, or genre and didn't pan out.
Taylor tied her hair back in a loose ponytail, grabbed her sunglasses, and got out of the car. Anya started her slow, but built the speed quickly, and within a few minutes, Taylor was walking as fast as she could and breathing heavily. Then her hands came back up the sides of Taylor’s back before crossing her shoulders and running down the singer’s arms. “Time to turn over, rolling this shoulder towards me, yes? “But, but-” “Have done your butt, darling-dear,” Anya said with a smile as she came up towards Taylor’s head. Then neck.” The masseuse leaned in close and whispered the next bit in Taylor’s ear. Anya took some lotion and spread it over her hands before dripping some on Taylor’s collarbone. She awoke to Anya pressing a cool cloth against her head. “We’re not done yet.” “Oh, Anya,” Taylor said, trying to sit up. Taylor wasn’t an anal virgin, either, but she’d only done it twice, and hadn’t enjoyed it either time.
As she strolled towards the building, another woman dressed in exercise gear came out, and she was practically glowing. Anya encouraged her the entire time, mixing in statements of how well Taylor was doing, and how well she looked. She did this several times, and Taylor felt downright heavenly as the short redhead worked her over. Always.” “Always trust Anya,” Taylor agreed, mindlessly. “Place arms over edge of table please.” Taylor did as she was told, letting her arms drop down off the side of the massage table. ” Anya said, placing a hand on Taylor’s right shoulder. She wanted to take the little redhead in her arms and make her feel as good as she’d just made Taylor feel. With strong hands and smarts to use his cock inside Anya well. “Then pussy.” Taylor nearly gasped, her nethers growing wet just at the word pussy. The singer got excited when the little redhead started rubbing the oil in, but Anya never touched Taylor’s nipples, despite them being so very hard. ” This time, Anya did what Taylor wanted, slamming the large dildo into the young star, then pulling it out before repeating the process. But her arms were weak, and she realized she hadn’t been out that long, maybe a minute. The second time had ended with her breaking up with the guy she’d been dating, and she’d sworn off anal forever after that. So much so, Taylor worried she’d slip if she sat down on a chair at that moment. Here she was, laying naked on a table with a strange woman, a huge dildo shoved up her pussy, about to get another one in the ass.
” The next 75 minutes of Taylor’s life were a stretching, embarrassing hell, made tolerable only by the encouragement Anya offered.
The bottom line is, their next big thing didn't work. At best, they take bit roles and second billing to pay the bills. They landed a hot role, signed on to a Sleeper Hit, or broke back into the industry as an Ensemble Dark Horse or what have you.
It took several minutes, and some of the things made Taylor wonder just what was going to happen here. ” “You’ll see in a minute, Miss Swift,” the receptionist said. The whole introductory procedure shouldn’t take more than, say, four hours.” “FOUR HOURS?! Taylor turned to see a small, redheaded woman approaching. “When I am done with you, you will feel all sorts of better. ” Anya said, guiding Taylor down the hallway, leaving the receptionist behind. You will love it, and you will love Anya,” she added with a smile. There was a simple treadmill, a large exercise mat on the floor, a medicine ball, and a professional looking massage table. The paparazzi would’ve had a field day if they’d known about it. Except her pussy was still tingling wet, and she was still quite turned on. And if they just promised to get her off, Taylor would’ve let them have all of her too. “Okay, lift head now,” Anya said, taking Taylor’s long, straightened hair and pulling it out-of-the-way enough for her to slip both arms under the back of Taylor’s head, crisscrossed so that her left hand was on Taylor’s right shoulder, and the right hand was on her left. The sensation of Anya’s dildo gently but firmly guiding it’s way up inside her ass was all Taylor Swift ever wanted.
She’d never had to give this much information at any other gym she’d ever joined. ” Taylor asked as she handed over the signed forms? Her curly hair was pulled back away from her round, pleasant face, and she wore the same outfit the front desk girl did – only the redhead’s breasts were much larger – D-cups, at least, Taylor mused. “Take the compliment darling-dear, I mean it,” Anya said. You will only want Anya exercising you from now on. Anya was using two hands to knead the flesh of Taylor’s butt cheeks, and could help but once again marvel. Her pussy was on fire, and if Anya didn’t touch her again, Taylor was going to be touching herself in the nearest bathroom, first chance she got. Anya was touching her pussy, and it felt wonderful! This let Anya cradle Taylor’s head between both forearms, yet stretch it away from Taylor’s chest. ” Anya asked innocently, the tip of the dildo resting against the very wet entrance to Taylor’s slit. Anya pressed the dildo against Taylor’s lower lips, watching them start to spread to receive the large plastic cock, but then immediately withdrew it, making Taylor groan in frustration. It took twice as long for Anya to ease the entire dildo up into Taylor’s ass as it had for the physical trainer to get it up Taylor’s pussy, and during that time, Taylor thought for sure she’d climax three or four times before Anya got there. ” “Good girl,” Anya said, stroking Taylor’s head one last time.
This is what happens when a major star fights off the ill effects of the Hollywood Hype Machine. Maybe they were injured or ill, or had some demons they couldn't conquer.
Maybe they made some unfortunate role selections or production choices.