Angel Sanc Hollwood stories: Fame

A/N:

I haven’t stopped writing ‘Ladyboy’ but I’m working on something. I’m doing what I call Angel Sanc Hollywood Glamour Stories. This one centers around Kato and later Kurai. Characters will pop up normally throughout the story.
Disclaimer: I don't know nothing but ideas. ^_^


Kato

To make it in this business you have to be cold, made of ice. You have to keep that exterior too or you’ll be screwed in more ways then one. Everybody wanted something from anybody in this town. No body cared how they got it just as long as they owned it. I kept those thoughts in mind as I sat patiently in the fifth Agency office I of the day. I had already been shot down by four casting agencies and something was telling me that this one would be different.

I was hot as fuck and had talent coming out my ass and yet no one will take a chance on a kid like me. Hell, I was down to my last fifty dollars and if someone didn’t hire me soon I would be assed out on the streets. That tranny of a landlord wanted rent paid tonight or I was out tonight.

“Kato, Yue.” called the plain looking woman from behind the marble desk top. “Rosiel will see you now.”

I shot a smile her way as I strolled passed her into the heavy double doors that held my destiny.

Rosiel, a one name wonder who I heard did miracles for one’s career. He had taken a chance on quit a few actors, and models who are now big names. The man had a knack for finding knock out talent.

Today happens to be his lucky day with finding me. He just didn’t know it yet.

I strutted in there like the stud I was expecting to see a powerful looking man, instead something that looked more like a model themselves sat behind that desk.

He wore his lavender hued hair in a tight chignon, his lacquered purple perfectly manicured nails rapped against the table top as his golden eyes raked over my body.

“Oh sweetie,” He purred as he spoke. “Less street hustler and more sexy.” His painted lips stretched into a smile as he said this, his words taken me off guard, shaking my game plan a bit. Noticing my stunned expression he continued saying offhandedly, “You move like you’re trying to pick up a date. Some people go for that sort of thing but…” His voice trails off as his eyes start looking at me from the very top of my golden head before moving on to my upper body.

“Bird-chested.” He murmurs adding, “Toned core though.” He then eyes my crotch for longer then I would have liked. “Nice.” He purrs. “Very nice.” He licks his gloss shined pouty lips as he brought his attention back to my face. “Do you have a portfolio with you dear?” He clicks his tongue as he speaks these words to me.

I hand over the leather bond binder I have with me saying as I did, “I’ve done some modeling and a few commercials.” I watched anxiously as he looked over my work with interest.

“What type of modeling” He inquires, his eyes never leaving the glossy photos.

“Underwear.”

“Naturally.” There is a smirk on his lips as he says this.

This guy is pissing me off!

He finally looks away fixing me with a intense kind of stare. “So tell me, Kato-san, why is it that you want to be an star?”

Why did I want to be a star? There were lots of reasons I could give to answer that question but something was telling me that he wanted something specific.

“Well, damn, no one’s ever asked me that question before.” I admit stupidly.

Rosiel closes my book without a word but doesn’t hand it back to me. His arch brow quirks but he still says nothing. He brings his hand up to his moist mouth placing the tip of his thumb nail inside. “Hmm…” He says thoughtfully. “You seem to have no ambition or drive so why should I take a chance on you? Why should I waste my time and money on someone like you?”

His tone floored me. Everything I had lined up just went out the window.

“Fuck this.” I mutter under my breath as I turn tail to leave. This was a waste of his and my time. If I was lucky I could find myself a quick hundred to give to Ms. Man before I lost my apartment.
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I hit the streets looking for a mark. I was in the classy part of town so I was sure that there would be a closet case low budget director lurking around or even a hot to lard ass society wife who needed a little pickle tickle. Didn’t matter to me. Fast cash was just that.

My eyes were sharp for party poopers as well. Wouldn’t do me no good spending the night in a cell for selling it but at least I would have someone where to sleep and maybe a decent meal. I cruised the streets for at least thirty before settling against wall. I leaned back against the wall remembering to tilt forwards to display the goods. I was there for at least ten minutes before my luck picked up.

A silver Mercedes pulled up near my wall lowering tinted windows.

“Awww fuck!” I spat as the glass disappeared to reveal mister prissy pants. There’s a smile on his painted leery lips as clicks his tongue.

“Well do I know how to call them or do I know how to call them, Katan?” He directors towards his fresh face driver.

“This is harassment.” I grumble.

“No, this is business.” He smiles handing out to me my portfolio. “You left this. I just wanted to return it.”

“So you followed me?” I asked as I patted down my pockets for a smoke.

“Here.” I look up from my patting to see that he was offering me a golden cigarette case now.

I took the polished gold in my calloused hands and popped it open. He was watching me, those freaky highlighted eyes of his taking in my every movement. Analyzing me.

“Thanks.” I mutter after I light up and hand it back. I inhale my death and wait. “What?”

“Well,” He draws out the world as he said it, so dramatic. “ How much do you need money Kato-san?”

How much did I needed money?

“I-”

“Would like you to be my date for the evening.”

“What?” He had me at a loss. I mean, I wasn’t dressed to be his ‘date‘. I was dressed for a ‘date’ but to be his ‘date’?

“Come on get in the car. It’ll be fun.” Rosiel’s smile was pure sin, pearling whites flashing between those glossy pouty lips.

What was the harm? I needed the money and God only knows what this would do for my career.