I wanted to be famous. That was all. I learned on the location bus that the price of making my dream come true was 'those fingers.' Behind the smile of a celebrity celebrity lay naked desire. I couldn't say anything, not even to say, "Please stop." The fingertips that penetrated my pants drove everything crazy. Trembling with fear, enduring the pleasure, my voice soon turned to moans. I couldn't forget those hands, even though I hated them...