by Writing Shark
The first suitor appears
“Fuck! Sir! Thank you! Fuck!” Katie has managed to behap her position and while Amy and Bailey lick out their cunts in a sideways 69 for your pleasure, you squirt the second load of the day into your willing intern.
“Share your payment with the others.”
“Yes sir,” says Katie. She has been with you the longest and – as many girls do at some point – is a little, in her case a little more, in love with you. Katie, like all your interns, gets a good bonus, but also does a lot voluntarily to please you. She is also a big fan of your friend and active on her social medcia accounts. Soon it will be Katie’s birthday and you have already prepared a nice gift for her. For the first time Katie gives you voluntarily and without payment the sight of your sperm dripping from her fucked pussy on Bailey’s face. The brown-skinned girl moans a little annoyed, but doesn’t forget her place.
“Thank you sir for your superior white cum” she says a bit forced but with her voice rough with pleasure. You have to touch Bailey a little harder so that she knows her place, but you suspect that she likes to be humiliated by you. Even now she shudders in a small orgasm and sinks her face between Amy’s legs.
“Sir?” that’s Lyndsy speaking through the intercom. You answer her. “Your next appointment is in ten minutes.”
“Roger that. Thank you Lyndsy.” You look to the girls. “You heard it ladies. Get dressed and get to work.” You clap your hands and Katie is the first to gather her things. Bailey pulls Amy to her feet and tod the girls disappear into a side door into your private bathroom. Before leaving the room, Katie presses a quick kiss to your cheek.
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Dressed and presentable, your three interns hobble out of the office. The rest is easy. Amy handles the phones, Katie handles the paperwork, and Bailey (as punishment) handles everyone’s coffee and drinks. They work under Lyndsy and when the elevator door opens it’s a well-rehearsed team leading the new arrival to you.
“Hello,” you greet your first visitor of the day with a friendly handshake. Your plan involves recruiting a new face for the next step of your plan and today the three eager applicants appear.
The first of the girls who answered the call of your professional tender makes you forget that your cock was just in the mouth cunt of Katie and dream of new, tight and wet holes.
“Hello.” The girl holds out her hand to you. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” You eye the body of the girl she’s squeezed into a chic, elegant but chaste business-cum.
Small tits, small ass, but a face every nerd wants to stick his penis in.
You know the scene and you know how to gauge the value of the girls below you.
“Please, come in.” Friendly, you beckon the young woman into your office and squint at her ass.
Maybe I can market that one too… But first, work.
“Something to drink? Coffee?”
“Water will do” says the girl and you sit down without being asked. YOU sit down too and speak into the inter-com.
“Bailey. Water for our guest.”
“Right away Mister Stratton.” Then you put your hands on the file in front of you.
“So Emma. I may say Emma, may I not?”
“I would prefer Miss Watson as long as we don’t have a contract.”
“Okay. Gladly. Miss Watson.” Bitch. I’m gonna break you. You know girls like that. Young, naive feminists. No idea of the world but a plan how to bend to them. And she’s British to boot. Arrogant free spirits. But they can conquer well. I can do that too. “So you want to be a movie star.” The girl nods neutrally.
“Yes. Your headhunter raved about you. He said you were the big thing in Hollywood. But of course he did. I did my research.” At that moment, Bailey stomps into the room, a glass of water in her hand. Wordlessly, she hands it to the British bitch and then gives a quick bow. “And that’s exactly what I came across” Emma continues neutrally. She nods to Bailey who turns around puzzled and looks at you seeking help. “A POC as an intern? In this climate?” Oh fuck it’s one of those. Barry, I’m going to kill you. What kind of headhunter are you? “I don’t want to be associated with racism or anything like that. That’s what I told Barry. He thinks you’re my best chance, though, so that’s why I’m here. But I ahve other offers, too.”
“Of course, Miss Watson,” you wave off, trying to keep your anger under control. Can I afford to rape her and forcibly recruit her? But you refuse. Too risky. Katie will have to work overtime tonight, though. “That’s always a good idea.”
“So can you assure me you’re not one of those lousy Hollywood agents? And if so, how? I want to maintain my image and be a role model for people.” YOU smile kindly at her question, but imagine dark things with this girl. She’s not the first feminist you’ve broken and turned into a good, well-behaved girl who takes the roles you envision for her and fucks the people you assign her. A challenge is always good. But is she the right one for your plan?
“May I speak Mister Stratton?” asks Bailey, surprising you.
“Of course. Please.” But Bailey knows what she’ll face if she messes up.
“Mister Stratton is a stern man,” Bailey says, but smiles. “But he really is the best agent in Hollywood. I know how you feel, I was the same way, and I know what it’s like out there for a young actress.” You hope there’s a ‘but’ coming, or Bailey will spend the night in the broom closet. “But I can assure you that Mr. Stratton knows that, too. And he’s different. He won’t try to manipulate you with cheap tricks. He has a reputation to lose and he’s counting on your reputation. When he signs you, he demands obedience, that’s true. But he’s the only one who will give you anything in return, I promise you that.”
“But you’re just an intern” Emma retorts without including you in the conversation. This little cunt really thinks she can negotiate with a slave like Bailey while I sit next to her?
“That’s right. But I’m not as pretty as you either.” The argument always works on little airheads, of which Emma is one. “And I’ve made mistakes. I was too greedy, I turned down roles, and I didn’t listen to Mister Stratton.” So far, Bailey has been telling the truth. You will take care of Emma and give her the things she wants. But you’re also going to get something in return. The next thing Bailey says is a little further from the truth, but still true, and you know she’s trying to ingratiate herself with you. “He told me what to do, but I didn’t do it because I thought I was better than that.” That’s right, and Bailey will get you a coffee right now if you say it. “Me and my colegates are further away from being stars than you are because we didn’t listen to Mister Stratton. That’s the one mistake you shouldn’t make under him. He knows what’s good for you.”
“Thanks Bailey, that’s enough” you say kindly and the girl winces slightly. “You can go now.”
“Dnake Mister Stratton.” And Bailey hurries out of the office. Emma looks at you doubtfully.
“I’m sorry about that,” you say.
“For what?” steps Emma Watson into your trap.
“Bailey is already telling the truth but she’s also wrong about some things.” You have to be gentle with feminists; their fragile self-esteem is too fragile. Shattering it right away won’t do you any good. And you see the star potential in Emma. “I’m not a god either.” Unlike Bailey, you’re totally lying now and amused by it. “Yeah, she’s been trouble. But I don’t know if a path to the top is open to her. Even through me. I can only promise you that what Bailey said is true. Do what I say and with me you have the best chance.”
Emma looks at you for a long time, the wheels in her sweet little head working. And in the end, greed looks like it does every time with pretty girls who don’t know how the world works. Men run the world and women have only their beauty to market. Emma knows the last and therefore the little feminist accepts the first.
“Okay mister Stratton. I trust you that my values and yours match.” You nod and bring Amy into the room with the necessary documents.
“You do Miss Watson” you say and slide the contract across the table. And you don’t lie. Emma, just like you, knows that her body will make her money from now on. How, you will decide.
Writing Shark 