by Writing Shark
Getting the last candidate is child play
You watch your last appointment for today as Katie leads her past the disheveled Hailee in your direction. In fact, you know you’re going to sign this young starlet in your firm today, and Bailey has already set everything up and led the stiff Amy into your private area, a small room you use for relaxation or especially hard sex, accessible only through your office.
“Elle!” you greet kindly and offer your hand to the confused-looking petite girl. “It’s so good to see you again. Come on in.”
“Yes… The girl just now…”
“Can I offer you something to drink? Orange juice like last time?”
“Hmm… yes, okay…”
“Miss Douglas. Orange juice please for your young star.”
“Coming right up Sir!” Katie is playing around Miss Elle Fanning in a very different way, just as you instructed her.
Elle only turned eighteen two months ago but her mother didn’t miss a beat. Mrs. Fanning desperately wants the fame for her daughters (and therefore for herself) that she herself has not achieved. Elle has another sister who is three years older but not under contract to you. Bad for Dakota, good for Elle, her mother doesn’t want any competition in the agency and has delivered Elle to you on a silver plate, with an apple in her stuffed mouth, bound for you as well.
“Thank you” the young sacrificial lamb mumbles and sits down on the chair in front of your desk. You hope she doesn’t notice the smell of the cleaning spray that covers the smell of sweat, cum and cunt, but the girl is too naive to have anything else in mind than her mother’s words. It took a long time to win Mrs. Fanning’s trust, but finally you did it. You were so kind to her and her daughter, you had to fuck Camila extra hard to get rid of the taste of feigned kindness.
“That girl just now…” Elle immediately plays into your hands. You already realize that the power of sex and the feeling of orgasms are the only things that can drive her mother out of her little-girl-head. “What was…”
“Oh that was Hailee,” you wave her off, “I signed her and it was an intense but successful negotiation. She earned a place among the best all by herself,” you say, playing Elle with ease. The girl is lost without her mother, but at the same time, she is embarrassed to be so dependent at eighteen. You support her in this, she will experience a better kind of dependence under you and on your cock. “So” you direct the girl again. “Have you decided?” The negotiations were hard and exhausting and Elle will have to do many terrible things in the future to recoup the money you had to invest in her because of her mother.
“Yes I did,” your little plaything says as if reciting. But then she smiles as she realizes that she made the decision all by herself. Like a grown-up. You supported her but made it clear that the signing of the contract was Elle’s decision alone. No changes, a separate contract with her mother was necessary, but then she grudgingly agreed. That’s why Elle smiles now as she submits to you. “Yes, I agree. I want to be accepted into your agency. It’s good to see that someone outside my family believes in me.” How can you not with those little tits? I’m selling you as the daughter of the nation. “And I couldn’t have done it without your support Mister Stratton. Thank you.”
“Please Elle, we’ve been over this” you admonish her and wink. “We’re family here at Stratton Starmakers.”
“Okay. Thank you, Damian. Thank you for believing in me.” Shit, I want to fuck you out of what little sanity you have, little thing. But that’s coming soon, as you know. First you have to win Elle over, an easy but nerve-wracking because time-consuming task. You want to go home to Olivia, Elle is so weak and dependent, you need someone you respect. But I want to fuck her.
“There’s just one problem Elle,” you say. This throws the girl off track, so far everything seemed okay.
“A p-problem?” You nod sadly.
“You’ve seen Hailee, haven’t you?” Elle nods, not understanding. “Hailee knows what kind of life she’s going to live,” you say tenderly. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you alone, young Elle. You know you’re like a daughter to me.” Olivia has that mommy fetish and can’t wait for her ‘daughter’ to lick her cunt.
“Thank you, Damian. But, the problem…” You lean over the table and grab her hands. At first she is startled, but then confides in you. Unlike her mother, you play the father who protects her. Elle is too stupid to understand, but subconsciously she knows that you want to protect her from her mother.
“I’m so sorry Elle, I really am. But do you think you can live this life? Out there, it’s a meat grinder.” For several minutes you tell her how terrible showbiz is and you don’t exaggerate. You leave sex out of it, the young thing doesn’t need to know that. Yet. “But I’ve seen older, more mature… stronger women crack under this pressure. Do you really think you’re strong enough?” Of course, Elle hesitates. She knows she’s not strong enough. But over the last few weeks, her eighteenth birthday around, she’s seen how the world sees her. And she knows she wants to be a star. Because it’s easy for a woman to make money with her looks. Even Elle knows that men have to convince with their performance, women just have to look pretty.
But more importantly, over the last few weeks, you’ve been a support to Elle that she hasn’t had in her life so far. “I know your mother won’t let your father see you, so I want to be the one to protect you. There’s really no shame in getting out now and living a normal life.” But that would mean losing you.
“No,” she says firmly, startled at the volume of her voice. “No,” she then mumbles again. “I want this Damian.” Her fingers clasp yours. “With your help.”
Writing Shark 