[PI] She's hot, he's not: a young pop star/actress ruins her corporate controlled career with help from a shlubby, hung older man

I hate Trinity Marin. But Trinity Marin is unavoidable. In my car, her songs are on the radio - at least for the few moments it takes for me to change the channel. She is everywhere on billboards, tall and blonde in service of her latest movie or some makeup brand. And her face is always there in the rear view mirror.

Trinity Marin is the name on my driver's license and somewhere Trinity Marin is the name on my birth certificate. But somewhere along the way that Trinity Marin morphed into Trinity Marin™. Not a person, but a product of The Company. A human-like slice of wholesome Americana designed to fit neatly into their needs for TV shows, music, and movies. The critics say I'm a bad actress, but they don't understand that I've been acting as Trinity Marin for seven years. For seven years, ever since I signed that contract, if I've taken a step it's because one of The Company's lawyers wrote it down in black and white.

Trinity Marin™ dies today. I'm going to kill her. And like a vampire or a zombie, an image has to be killed in a certain way to make sure it's dead. It won't do me any good to half ass this, to leave doubt in the minds of the public or the company, to leave the door open for the possibility that she comes back.

Enter Dave. Dave is not the sort of guy Trinity Marin™ would be seen dating. No “oops, the paparazzi caught us holding hands!” photo ops for Dave. He's not a celebrity, he's not even particularly good looking. He's 44 years old - twice my age - and could maybe be mistaken for a bodyguard if he wasn't out of shape. And his 10-inch dick is the wooden stake that's going to end my career. At least, my PG career.

Everything is just as I requested when I arrive at the set. A sleazy couch is in place, with three cameras at the ready to capture my fall from grace. Dave is there too, smiling greedily when he sees me. I'm wearing - for now - an outfit that my TV character once wore: a modest floral dress meant to highlight my innocence. I intend to ruin that character, to make it impossible for The Company to try to pass me off to the public as little miss innocent anymore.

I take my place on the couch and smile for the camera. The red light turns on.

“Hi, I'm Trinity Marin, and I love sucking cock.”

Cue footage of me struggling to fit Dave's huge dick into my mouth, his hand on the back of my head pushing me to take more, to work past the resistance of my throat.

“I love getting my tight little ass stretched out.”

Insert a couple seconds of Dave ramming his cock into my well lubricated asshole while I scream about how good it feels.

“I love being Daddy's little fucktoy.”

A rapid-fire montage of the positions Dave will use my body in: help up against the wall, bent over the couch, on my back with my legs up high and his strong hand around my throat. Audio of me moaning “Daddy!”

I bite my lip playfully for the camera. A few last seconds of playing innocent.

“It's time for me to show the world who I really am. Get ready to meet the real Trinity Marin.”