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The text always started the same, no matter the recipient.
"Hi, I was contacted by your agent. It seems as though you are desperate for work, and I would absolutely love to help if possible. Contact me at this number, and let's set something up."
On this occasion, the text was sent to none other than Hollywood's favorite pale girl next door, Alison Brie. She stared at the message, wondering who could possibly be at the other end of the line, as well as why her agent thought it was so necessary to elicit help from an unknown entity in getting another role. "I mean... I am definitely looking for some work, I'll be the first to admit. So, if you have a job for me, I am interested in hearing you out. But just for peace of mind... Who is this?"
The man on the other end shoots a message back as though he had eagerly been waiting this exact question. "The name's Duke, but everyone in the industry calls me the Garbage man. I do have a role for you in fact, I would love it if you stopped by my studio this week so we can work out the details"
The Garbage man proceeds to send Alison his studios address, as well as a date and time for the two to meet. Alison is bewildered. This man has revealed little to no information about himself, and presumed that she would want to meet without hesitation. Minutes pass as the pale short star examines her options. She could choose to ignore the offer, keeping herself safe, but potentially losing out on a big contract... or she could just go to the studio and see what he had to offer. Her curiosity slowly got the best of her, and despite her worries, Alison knew that she would find herself attending the meeting.
Days pass, Alison attempting to put this meetup in the back of her mind. After all, it will be just another meeting with another skeevy producer or studio executive trying to get in her pants in exchange for a role. Alison was confident in her ability to both get what she wants, as well as turn down the perverted minds of Hollywood. The day had come. A beautiful day, Alison started her morning with yoga and a hike. Little did she know, soon she would be walking her way into the scariest and grimiest part of downtown LA. Walking past a few homeless camps, it occurred to Alison that perhaps she was justified in feeling scared about this meeting and that she also should have taken the opportunity to not dress so cute. Despite the modesty of her outfit, her tight jeans and top accentuated her figure perfectly designed to be used as nothing more than a sex toy for old men. Several homeless men holler at Alison, an effort to get her attention.
It took only a few minutes, but soon she was outside the studio. She knocked on the door. "Duke! I'm here! Come let me in please" Her voice shakes as she realizes two scary old men are approaching her. One of which is dressed in nothing but a stained and filthy trench coat, his massive yet filthy cock hanging in the air. "Hey! You! That little pale thing, get over here!" The larger and more aggressively nude of the men shouts at Alison. Just then the door opened, and Alison was greeted by a short balding obese man with an outstretched hand.
"You must be Alison Brie, It is so nice to officially meet you. I hope the surroundings don't bother you too much, rent prices in LA and all have made me relocate to a more convenient location" Alison replies sheepishly, "No worries at all, but please let's head inside, I don't know how much longer i would like to hang around here". The slight snide attitude in her remark causes Duke to smirk, "I have a feeling this will be fun". The hairs on Alison's long and pale neck stand on end. The two walk through the dark and windowless warehouse, eventually approaching a small room painted entirely in pure white. The only decorations are a white canvas couch, a small white coffee table holding a large glass mixing bowl, a wooden plunger, and a metal baseball.
"Please, Please, have a seat. I will be right back for our meeting". Duke gestures to the canvas couch, before disappearing behind a door. Alison was scared. Not only was the situation foreign, but it was overly sterile, and the accessories on the table did not bode well for her future. *Bzzt-bzzt* An old intercom buzzes as Duke's voice booms. "Let me get a few things clear before we start... First, now is your opportunity to leave. If you believe that you do not need my help, then the door to the alley is open and you are free to go. Now, based off what your agent told me, I'll assume you won't leave, but the option is there. If you choose to stay, you will find your outfit for the day underneath the couch, please make your choice"
Underneath the pristine canvas couch is a pair of high wasted denim shorts, white high top converse, and a striped crop top. Alison