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Wednesday January 17th 2001
"So you want to be a movie star? What's your name?" Paul asked Starlene noticing her shapely young legs in the short skirt and fish net stockings.
Starlene tossed her long hair from her eyes and smiled sweetly as she glanced at Paul's ring finger and noticed he wasn't wearing a wedding band. She didn't know what kind of commercials they made in his office at Times Square but she did know he had taken her without an appointment and he had a scheduled appointment waiting in the lobby. She noticed a sofa in the corner of his office and wondered if that was the casting sofa that she'd heard about in the movies.
"My name's Starlene…and yes I really want to be a movie star," she said in her thick southern accent.
"Starlene, I've never heard that name before. Where are you from Starlene?"
"I'm from Georgia. Lillard, Georgia."
"Starlene, is that really your name?"
"Well of course, that 's really my name. I'm not the kinda girl that would lie to you, specially since I came in here lookin' for work. I wouldn't give you the wrong name…Lordy," she laughed pushing her long blonde hair from her eyes.
"I mean I thought maybe that was your stage name," he said amused.
"Oh no…no. It's a good name though. It's like I've been born to be a star or something."
"Well, maybe Starlene. Have you acted before?"
"All my life in one way or the other. You know life is a stage," she said crossing her legs slowly in her tiny short skirt.
"I mean formally, on stage?" he said rubbing his chin to hide his grin.
"Not yet. That's why I'm here! I want to get a job in a movie."
"How did you hear about our production company?"
"A girlfriend of mine."
"Oh. Who's that?"
"Laney. Miss July in Playbody."
"Laney. How's Laney doing?"
"Fine, just fine."
"How do you know Laney?"
"She's a friend of my sister Tiffany."
"Is your sister a model?"
"No, she works for a party planning business."
"Oh I see. I thought maybe movie stars ran in your family Starlene."
"I'll be the first."
"I bet you will be."
"So you think you can get me a part?"
"Well, let me tell you what we do here. We cast commercials. Laney did a commercial with us when she was very young and then went on to other things. How old are you?"
"Twenty one," she lied.
"You're starting to get kind of old for modeling," he said studying her young face.
"Well, I'm really nineteen. I just said that to see if you thought I looked mature," she said pushing her shoulders back and watching his eyes as they moved over her well endowed figure in the tight sweater.
"For runway modeling you need to be really young. For the kind of modeling that Laney does, you would be about the right age," he said.
"So I could do either one now."
"You'd be willing to pose for a magazine like Playbody?"
"I'd luv it!" she said.
"We don't do that kind of work here."
"Well exactly what kind of work do you do?" she said annoyed that her hopes had been dampened so quickly.
"We produce commercials for advertising agencies. They send us the commercials and we cast for them and produce them here."
"Well, are you casting for any now?" she asked wondering how long it would take to get a part in one of his commercials.
"Yes we are casting but I don't think you'd be suitable."
"Why?"
"They're commercials for investment firms," he said.
"Darn. What should I do then?"
"Get some headshots and send them around."
"You mean pictures only showing my head?"
"That's right."
"I was hoping to get a role first so I could afford to get the pictures made."
"You don't have money for them?" he asked watching her re-cross her legs in the short skirt.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.
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