Deborah Flores stepped out of the director’s suite on wobbly legs. The talented, young starlet shook the cobwebs out of her head and headed back to the shoot, just a little self-conscious of all the stares she was attracting from everyone on set.

Deborah was used to the attention. She could hardly go out in public without gathering a throng of adoring fans. Such were the tribulations of being rich and famous. Still, she couldn’t seem to ignore the smug looks the film crew gave her. Ever since she had let the director hypnotize her for her scene with the conniving therapist, Deborah noticed a shift in her status around the set.

She also noticed that the director was scheduling more coaching sessions with her that she could hardly remember, but that didn’t worry her. She trusted her director.

“Hey Deb!” Brian, the boom mic technician stepped in front of her path, that same aggravating smile on his face as the rest of the male staff. “Really liked your performance on that last scene. You nailed that character.”

Deborah had been working in the industry for long enough to smell fake praise. She half-smiled at Brian and went to step around him.

“Yeah, thanks. Sorry they need me in make-up,” she grumbled.

“Before you go, did I show you this?”

Deborah felt her irritation rise to a simmer.

“I don’t have the time right now, just show me whatever…it…issss…” Deborah trailed off as her eyes caught sight of the metallic ballpoint pen Brian was holding just above her eyes. Something clicked inside Deborah's head.

Ooh! Something shiny!

She stared at the tip of the pen, her mind fascinated by the shimmery, shiny surface that tapered into a neat little point, magnetizing her thoughts. She let her mouth drop open and her eyes glaze over.

Shiny things were so amazing. So fun to watch the shiny things and let her thoughts take a little nap. She didn’t have to worry about Brian’s hands on her body. It was fine that his fingers were sliding up the hem of her blouse. It felt great when he squeezed and groped her boobs, pinching and squeezing her nipples. She didn’t mind if her pulled her shirt up, giving the entire movie set a first class view of the most talked about tits in Hollywood.

She just wanted to keep staring at the pretty, shiny pen… so shiny and pretty…

Suddenly, Brian whipped the shiny pen away and she blinked her eyes dimly wondering what they had been talking about and why Brian was tucking his phone back in his pocket.

“Sorry Deb, didn’t mean to keep ya! Thanks for listening!” He said, walking away with a bulge in his pants.

‘Sure…no problem…” Deborah said to the empty air, her co-worker already gone.

Deborah blinked, trying to remember where she was going. Oh, yeah! Make-up. She picked up her pace and made her way down to the trailer just on the other side of the lot. As she walked, she suddenly became aware of a stream of cool air caressing her nipples, making them hard and tight. She looked down, surprised to see that her tits were hanging out for the whole film crew to see. A few of the teamsters watching her saw her shocked realization and her scramble to cover up before they burst out laughing. She flipped them off and kept moving.

Why did it seem like her tits always had trouble staying in her top after she talked to Brian. She’d have to worry about that later. She got to the make up trailer and was shown to her seat by Riley, the young artsy intern making a name for herself with her beautician skills.

“Got quite a few scenes this afternoon, don’t we?” Rily asked sympathetically as she brushed and pinned Deborah’s hair out of the way.”

“Yes, I hope it’s okay if you try to make this fast,” said Deborah, “I told Paul I’d meet him for a rehearsal after this.”

“I’m sure he’s excited about that” Rily said with a smirk. Deborah frowned, but didn’t press the strange comment. “We can get you out of here before you know it. What might help is if you looked at this for me.”

“I don’t need any distractions, I just need you to get your job done like…a…profeessshhh-aalll…” Rily hung a dangling windchime, the bell of which was an ornate, re-purposed fishing lure, it’s silver finish flashing in the trailer window.

Ooh! Something shiny!

Deborah kept her eyes on the twirling, spinning flecks of the light while Riley took her time running her hands over her face, brushing on her foundation and rouge. Deborah let her head wobble wherever Rily guided it, allowing the young women to tilt her face back, hanging the windchime from the ceiling so she could keep watching the pretty…shiny… ornament…

She felt her head get pulled back to its straight forward position, her eyes still transfixed on the shiny lure as Rily locked the trailer door and unzipped her pants. Deborah heard someone telling her to drop to her knees and open her mouth, but it was okay. She could still stare at the pretty, shiny thing swinging back and forth…back and forth..

She licked her tongue up and down, back and forth, as Rily held the back of her head, her eyes still craned up to keep watching the shiny lure. At last, Rily moaned at the top of her lungs and then brought the shiny thing lower, guiding Deborah back into the chair. The makeup artist reapplied Deborah’s lipstick as the starlet lost herself in the fascinating sparkles flashing in front of her face.

She must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she heard was the slam of the trailer door as Riley left with a satisfied demeanor. Deborah shook her head and got to her feet, reaching for her bottle of electrolyte water. For some reason, she had a funny taste in her mouth.

Deborah gathered her things and make her way back to the main studio, knowing that she was supposed to meet her co-star for a quick rehearsal before their shoot. She hustled down to the rehearsal room where Paul was waiting.

‘Sorry about that!” Deborah said as she hurried into the sound-proof. “I dunno what took so long with that make-up artist!”

Paul, a handsome actor who still mostly pulled antagonist roles, waved his hand with a laid back smile. “Don’t worry about it, toots! Everyone knows you’ve been a bit spaced out lately.”

Deborah shot daggers at him from over her script, but bit her lip. The assholes she had to put up with in this town.

“Alright,” she said, “so do you want to start from my entrance, or should we just skip to the argument beats?”

“I don’t mind starting at the top, but first,” Paul reached down behind the small plastic rehearsal table and took out a Newton’s Cradle desk ornament, five brilliant steel pellets suspended by nearly invisible strings. He put it down on the table, letting the motion of his arm send the line of balls gently swaying.

“What do you think of my character’s new prop?” asked Paul.

Deborah glanced down wondering why Paul was smiling from ear to ear and…and…

Ooh! Something shiny!

Deborah’s eyes glazed over as she leaned forward, her body drifting out of her chair so she could lean, chest-down, on the table, her face mere inches from the shiny, swinging balls. They were just so fascinating, each spin and shimmer of their smooth, shiny surface sending tingles of delight across her brain

Paul was talking, but Deborah wasn’t listening. She was watching the pretty, shiny things.

She felt her skirt flip up over her hips and a hand push her panties to the side. It didn’t matter. Not when she could zone out watching something shiny.

She sighed as Paul’s hard, slick prick pushed its way between her pussy lips, thrusting in and out at a steady pace. The rocking of Paul’s hips made the balls in the cradle swing back and forth, keeping Deborah’s mind locked in a mindless trance as she kept watching the pretty, shiny balls…

A hand spanked her ass. She moaned, her eyes on the shiny balls.

The cock inside of her spasmed, a spurt of hot jizz pumping into her pussy. The shiny balls swung back and forth, sending a shower of sparkling light into Deborah’s brain.

At last, Paul pulled out and recovered on the chair while Deborah continued to stare blankly at the silver balls, her tight ass still exposed, hot jizz dripping down her leg. Deborah frowned, realizing that without Paul’s steady humping, the shiny pellets of the cradle wouldn’t move. She started to blink herself awake.

“Hey, were…were we going to start rehearsal…Paul?”

But Paul was already on his way out, a content smile on his face. Deborah let her hand drift down, aghast to feel her bare skin and the sticky cum coating her inner thigh. What the hell just happened? Did Paul just blow his load inside of her?!

This was outrageous! She didn’t have to put up with that. She marched up to the director’s suite, demanding to be heard. The director came to meet her at once.

“Deborah! What’s the matter?” asked the director, adjusting her chic beret on her head.

“I want to file a complaint!” Deborah said, fighting to keep her voice under control. “Paul just took advantage of me while I was…while I was zonked out thanks to that creepy hypno shit you put me through! I just get the feeling that the whole film crew sees me as walking target now. Fix it or I’m leaving.”

“Aww, now listen Deborah,” the director said, holding Deborah’s hands with an understanding smile. “There seems to be a little misunderstanding. Paul wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was just rehearsing his new scene with you.”

“What?!” Deborah said, recoiling from the director. “What are you talking about?”

“We’re shifting directions with this project. We believe that his will be much better as a porn shoot. We’re drawing up your new contract right now. You don’t mind that, do you Debbs?”

Deborah was mad enough to start fuming from her ears. She stuck her finger in the director’s face ready to tell her off once and for all.

“Listen to me, you no-talent, hack slut!” She said, vehemently. “If you think me or my agent will ever go along with this, you’re completely de—”

The director cut her off with a smile and pulled out one of her heavy tits, a bright shiny ring hanging from her pierced nipple.

“What was that, Debby Debbs?” she taunted.

“I said I never signed up to…to…make…d’uuuhhhh….” She trailed off as her eyes fell to her director’s pretty, pretty nipple ring.

Ooh! Something shiny…