by Writing Shark
Of to work
Ashley is like changed, but most girls are pretty simple creatures after a mindblowing orgasm. And more than often even before that. She beams and her endorphins link you in her head with happy feelings. It’s so easy, almost ridiculous. You know she’ll be back, not even for your dearest Olivia but for you. And not even for fame, which you and your girlfriend will bring her (Olivia with her bandwidth, you with your real-life connections) but just for sex with you.
You and Olivia say goodbye to her at the door, Ashley almost jittery and waving goodbye to like a small child you as she gets into the cab you ordered for her.
“She’ll do fine,” Olivia says without stopping her angelic smile, waving at her newest recruit. Of course, she will print the most from Ashley, not the other way around, but baggers can’t be choosers and the little Asian girl knows what a life under Olivia’s sun can provide. “You’ve seen her body. Two hundred thousand followers just for her tits, half a million for her ass.” You kiss Olivia on the hair, holding her tight.
“You have good taste.”
“Did you like her?” After all this time, Olivia still manages to impress you. She does it for herself, of course. The fans like to see her with other hot, fuckable girls and Olivia takes advantage of that cleverly. But still, you both know who owns the aspiring influencer as of now.
“She has potential. I’d keep building on that.” Olivia spins around in the doorway of your expensive home, stands on her trained, slender feet, on tiptoe, and kisses you on the lips.
“You have to leave soon,” she says, giggling. “There’s your lunch in the kitchen.” Of course she didn’t prepare it herself, you have your secretaries for that. But it’s a nice gesture. “And keep me posted.”
Olivia helps you get dressed, gives you another kiss, and strokes your cock through your pants.
“I’ll be here waiting for you, wet and willing and with my legs spread.”
“What’s up today Little Lynnie?”
Olivia teases you every morning, whether you’ve already fucked her or not. She knows you’re surrounded by pretty women and does her best to get you stiff and ready. She knows that nothing can hold you back if you want to fuck a pussy, willing or not, and she adapted to this life like no one else. So much that, sometimes, it’s hard to fuck and degrade another girl when your bestie is right there. But Olivia knows you need available pussy if she isn’t around and happily helps you with your little easy conquests. And she also knows that it’s often Lyndsy, your secretary, who is the first to be fucked by you after she herself has gotten your mighty weapon. Now little Lindsy sits next to you in the car, holding her papers with one hand while her other tries to grab onto something while you drive your Chevrolet Camaro SS car through the morning traffic.
It’s part of who you are, the show-off who brags about his money, and you’re already well-known to the honorable Officers in the LAPD for your reckless driving, often with a sexy girl beside you, head between your legs. Nothing a few celebrity blowjobs can’t fix with the male Officers and thanks to the women’s quotas and equal rights clauses in this liberal town there are enough lesbians among the men in blue that you rarely get a ticket, let alone get n trouble for your clearly criminal behavior.
“You have two… no three appointments right after we arrive” reports the young lady while her eyes stare wide at the road. “Watch out!”
“Relax baby” you grin devilishly while overturning an old lady in her white bronco. “After two years you should be used to it.” You smile and Lyndsy tries to as well. She wants to please you, even if she’s already settled in to her demanding but well-payed job. You tread your fuck muffins well and Lyndsy is fuckable enough to earn her salary with her skills and body as well.
“Yes Sir.” And she always shows the proper respect to a man of your class.
After a fruitless career as an actress and model with only a few roles, Lyndsy earns more with less at your place. The work is hard but the extra money for the extra services are an incentive she doesn’t get at any other agency. Blowjobs and humiliating sex are expected of young actresses here but your business model is different.
Like Scarlett, Lyndsy has realized that she can’t get around licking your asshole anymore and that you decide who she has sex with. What makes you different is the pay and the guarantee of permanent employment and work, often as a actress, sometimes as a model or, in the more hopeless cases like Lindsy, as your secretary. Your starlets are not hookers. Not just. They do real work. But they also fuck for you. It’s a balance, especially in their pretty minds. They’re still actresses, doing what all actors need to do in this city, but getting paid for it. It’s less humiliating when you get paid for your humiliation at the end of the night. And besides, you don’t let your horsies fuck just anyone. Producers and other influential men are on your list. And since the women are (often) voluntary and enthusiastic, the sexual services of your girls beat the tearful rapes or forced nights some of your colleagues try to come by with. Everyone wins. Your girls get influence and money for something they’d have to do in any case, your clients get good sex and good performance in business, and you have unlimited access to an ever-growing number of the prettiest women on the planet.
For this triple win, it’s only fair that you keep half of your stars’ earnings since you provide a permanent income.
But of course, you also have enemies, but you rarely care about that. Especially not today as the next part of your plan comes into effect.
“Who is it?” you ask, steering the car hard around a bend, making Lindy hold onto your arm for dear life, pressing her breasts against you.
“My God…” she gasps frightened, pulling her legs on the seat. You roll your eyes, but slow down a bit. The poor thing misses the days when she gets to drive the car because you have another girl in the back seat. Not with this beauty, handcrafted for you in the Lansing Grand River Assembly in Michigan. YOu earned this car, earned this life. And you earned Olivia and all of your little willing cunts.
Lyndsy pays for the reduced speed with your hand between her legs. Like any of your employees, she’s not wearing any underwear or sexy lingerie; in her case, she’s naked down below. “Oh…” And she’s wet. Danger turns these women on. And you are dangerous. “There’s three Sir” she gasps “Since we’re…oh…getting into the office so late I figured…” She nibbles her lower lip as your fingers penetrate her to the knuckles, stretching her labia wide and driving her liquids over your hand.
“Good thinking,” you grin, steering the car with one hand. “Three will be enough.” You start pumping and Lyndsy next to you starts squirming. Next to Olivia, Lyndsy is probably the girl whose insides you know best, since she gets to feel your fingers every morning, either on the way to work or right in the office. You play her like a fiddle and soon she cums on your fingers while at last ignoring the traffic. “Good girl,” you grin.
“Get all ready for tonight,” you say as you get out. Today you were nice and gave your secretary a second orgasm right away. So she hurriedly fixes her skirt and blouse as she gets out of the car.
“Yes Sir” she gasps, straightens her hair and quickly tipples in front of you while presenting you her firm ass under her tight black office skirt.
Writing Shark 