by Writing Shark
The Second Applicant
Amy leads Emma out of the room and you call Bailey to you. The girl comes into your office and stands in front of your desk. She looks down at the floor, shaking a little.
“That was brave of you,” you say, standing up. Your heavy hand rests on her shoulder and caresses her neck. Bailey allows it, not daring to say anything. “Of the three of you, I least expected something like this from you.” Bailey blinks anxiously.
“C-Can I get you another c-coffee… Sir?” Your hand wanders under her shirt and feels her bra, the flesh beneath.
“So have you learned your place?”
“Yes Sir,” the girl breathes, swaying slightly under your demeaning touches. From outside, Katie watches out of the corner of her eye as you grope Bailey, her own pussy leaking in her panties. “My place is at your feet. All of our place is there.” She gets down on her knees but doesn’t turn around to face you. You pet her hair and look to where she has fixed her gaze, to the stack of files on your desk.
“Every day you bring me files of potential stars and wonder when it will be your turn,” you say, wisely and somewhat amused. Bailey nods.
“I know it’s going to be a long time.” Then she turns her head around to you, looking up out of begging eyes. “I was naughty and I disagreed.”
“And do you know now that you can lick a cunt when I tell you to?” Bailey nods eagerly. She learned her lesson weeks ago but it’s you who’s setting her punishment. And besides, she makes excellent coffee.
“Yes Sir,” she nods eagerly.
“Then someday your file will be on my desk too, again.” You pat her head. “But not today.”
“Yes Sir, thank you Sir, Mister Stratton.” You pull her up and direct her out of the room, but not without slamming your hand on her ass. “Thank you, Mister Stratton.” Then Amy is standing in the doorway.
“Next?” you ask. The redheaded beauty nods eagerly. “In with her.”
Well finally someone I can work with.
Where Emma is uptight and naive, Hailee is surprisingly open and proactive in a bubbly way.
“Well of course I understand,” she says, smiling kindly. “This is showbiz, right?”
“Exactly,” you smile back. The interview only goes on for a few minutes but you’re already further along with young Hailee than you planned. You didn’t even have to convince the aspiring actress to do risky photoshoots. Maybe… something more… “So how do you feel about toples scenes?” Hailee shrugs.
“That’s part of it too” she just says and you smile. She’s certainly no little hooker like Camila, but reminds you of Olivia. “I saw the chick before me.” Hailee leans forward a bit and you can see a bit, just a bit, in her cleavage. She’s wearing a gray costume, similar to Emma’s, only better cut. And unlike Emma, Heilee has her top button unbuttoned. “I’m not like that. As long as you promise not to screw me over, I know what the industry demands.”
“That’s impressive,” you admit, scribbling something on a piece of paper. Reminding you to have Amy do some work on the numbers in Miss Steinfeld’s contract. You can afford to pay her a little more, money is her motivator after all. For the extra expense, you’ll get her into the mindset you demand from your models much faster. And in the meantime… But Heilee beats you to it.
“You’ll want to see what you can work with I assume,” she says, surprising you. Promptly she leans back, lifts her hands and pulls the dress apart, exposing her black bra underneath.
“That’s a good attitude, Miss Steinfeld. I’m impressed.”
“Want to see my nipples?”
This girl doesn’t miss a beat. Good sign.
“I guess I’ll have to if you want me to get you the good parts.”
Somewhere in her heritage, someone must have fucked a Mexican once, maybe even a black chick, her nipples are dark and puffy after all. But they look good enough to suck on. Your eyes wander only briefly to her exquisite tits and are back in her face even before Heilee buttons up her blouse again.
“I can work with that.”
“Me too” she replies, nodding with satisfaction. And then she rises, just as your eyebrow does.
And what are you up to now, little mare?
“The other agents couldn’t get enough of me,” says the girl, coming around the desk and putting her hands on your shoulders. You help out with your arms while Heilee spreads her legs and sits on your lap. On the outside you’re cool, but on the inside it’s working. Hailee is special. “They wanted me, I knew that. They didn’t care what they could offer me. Oh…” she says as her body brushes over your massive erection. “All those questions about nudity, toples and all that.” She smirks. “At least you have something for me to work with. You really see me as an actress.”
That’s the real benefit of your particular path. Your colleagues are all like you, horny studs who want to stick their dicks in beautiful cunts, hot mouths and tight asses. You are no different. But you’ve realized it and turned the weakness Hailee is looking for into a strength. Of course you are hot for the hot piece of fuck meat on your lap, but you can keep yourself under control, you have enough willing cunts around you to not be influenced by a beautiful woman. Hailee feels that you want her, but thinks that you respect her.
That is more or less true. Respect is there, Hailee is smart and beautiful enough for that.
“I respect your terms and especially your way of negotiating,” you say without a blush.
“And I know what a contract with you entails.” She winks at you. “The other agents are old, fat and lazy. Harvey in particular. You’re different.”
“True. And as long as you respect me, my decision-making power, and my experience, we’ll get along just fine.”
“I agree,” says Hailee, shifting her weight, looking at her file. “Now let’s sign my contract with Stratton Starmakers.” She smiles kindly at you.
“No.” And that gives her cracks.
“No?”
“No.” It’s good to see you’re always in control, even over a girl like Hailee Steinfeld. She sits upright but brushes your torsp with her fingers.
“Okay… what’s the problem? I thought we were compatible.” It speaks well of Hailee that she won’t get up off your lap.
“Oh, believe me, I’ll see about that. You realize that.” Now she hesitates, but only a little.
“Yes. I’ve already said that.”
“But what’s more important is that I know your strong will won’t turn against me. I need one last thing from you, young, beautiful Hailee Steinfeld.”
“What?” You grin. Now you’re speaking your language.
“A proof of your loyalty. You have everything it takes to be a star, you know that yourself. And you know you and I are the most… compatible.” To make a point you flex your dick trough your trousers, making her bop up. “But that strength is also a risk, you know that.” The girl on your lap nods, then rises.
“Okay. You want to be the boss. I understand that” she says, letting her hair fly. “You run a team and I’m under you. Big Hollywood agent and all that, right? Okay.” Hailee turns around, her dress flying. “Hold on a second.” Then she marches out of the room.
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