Gravure Idol Exposes the Night She Was Nearly Offered to a TV Producer

“I have to work hard, too!”

Still, the persistent producer kept saying, “Come sit on my lap,” even bringing up a well-known idol he knew. “B-chan was amazing. She sat on my lap and gave me lots of kisses,” he boasted.

The scout-like guy and Y-chan kept egging me on, saying, “Sarii, you have to try harder!” But what exactly was I supposed to be trying for?

I just wanted to go home as soon as possible. Still, I kept my resolve—”I must not get wasted on tequila”—and endured until the gathering finally ended. But just as I had feared, despite the fact that the last train had not yet left, I was forced into the producer’s taxi.

I vaguely remember that his home and mine were in opposite directions, yet he said, “I’ll take you home,” and with Y-chan and the others smiling brightly as they sent me off, I couldn’t just jump out of the car.

Inside the confined space of the taxi, he kept touching my shoulder no matter how much I resisted, kissing my ear without permission, and whispering things that made my skin crawl. Every time I pushed him away, he would say:

“Sarii, don’t you want to be on TV?”

Of course, I wanted to be on TV. But did I want it badly enough to do this? No, I didn’t.

Besides, the producers and directors who had actually put me on terrestrial TV never asked for anything in return. They cast me because I fit the show’s concept and could say things that made for good entertainment.

In reality, B-chan, whom the old man claimed had gone so far to please him, wasn’t on TV at all. That was the answer right there.

What puzzled me the most was how this producer invited me with such unwavering confidence. He wasn’t particularly handsome or well-built—just an average middle-aged man. The only reason he could be so self-assured was that he had success stories—women he had successfully coerced with the line, “I’ll get you on TV.”