by Writing Shark
You negotiate Elle’s future
As you say goodbye to Olivia the next morning, you realize once again that something is wrong. Women are easy to understand once you accept that you don’t have to know exactly what’s wrong, the poor things often don’t know themselves. It is enough to understand the obvious signs and even a strong, confident, beautiful woman like Olivia is not strong enough to pretend in front of an attentive man. You gently take her by the chin and make her look at you with her big beautiful eyes.
“Whatever it is, honey, we can do this. Trust me.”
“I trust you,” she says, sounding sincere. Then she shakes her head and smiles. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. Make us a pile of money.” With that, she says goodbye to you and walks back into the house to Ashley some more.
“Damian!” Young Elle Fanning falls around your neck and hugs you in the parking lot of the movie studio. Her mother sees everything and wrinkles her nose; you give her an apologetic look.
“You just can’t resist Elle Fanning,” you smile at the old hag.
“It looks like it. How are things?”
“The producers are already waiting inside,” you announce and put a hand on Elle’s shoulder. She beams at you like a well-behaved daughter, looking adorable in her make-up and white summer dress. “You’re my star. I’m only representing you today.”
“Thank you, Damian.” She seems so happy it’s almost a shame to throw her to the lions. But first you have to take care of the witch.
“Mrs. Fanning, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to wait outside. Elle is already an adult and it doesn’t make a good impression when her mother and her agent accompany her.” The woman is not happy. “Please understand that I only have her best interests at heart. So far you’ve trusted me and so has Elle.” The greedy little woman first looks at her daughter, but then her gaze is drawn to the large building of yellowish plaster that promises fame and fortune.
And everyone thinks I’m the monster here. This witch throws her daughter at my feet and into the mouths of industry.
“Okay, Mr. Stratton. I’ll wait in the lobby.
“Ready little Elle?” you ask fatherly, keeping your hand on her delicate shoulder as you join her in the TV studio waiting room. The receptionist smiles kindly at you, you return the smile and make a mental note to slip the hot piece your card.
“Yes…” Elle mumbles a little nervously, “Daddy.” You pat her shoulder and tell her to be quiet. She giggles contentedly.
“Now listen to me carefully Little One,” you say admonishingly. “Leave the talking in there to me and if you’re asked any questions, just agree with everything I say, okay?”
“Yes Damian,” she nods eagerly.
“It’s not about a movie role yet, just about introducing you. And we want to make a good impression.”
“Yes, Damian.”
“Good girl.” You stroke her cheek again and she melts.
“Mr. Stratton, please.” The receptionist is really out of place here. She’d be better off keeping Katie company under your table.
You give her your warmest smile as you walk past and hand her your card with a devilish smile while Elle watches. Then you push Elle into the studio’s large office as the other girl looks after you, your card in her hands.
“And so this is her,” announces the chair of the Young Talent Committee, a middle-aged woman who is guaranteed to have gotten her position through backstabbing and blackmail. You despise such vile creatures. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Thank you.” Arily, Elle shakes the committee’s hands, smiling and being as lovely as you promised them she would be.
“We can introduce her in different roles, but above all Elle embodies the feeling of a young princess,” you say an hour later as the conversation turns serious. Elle notices this and sits quietly next to you, watching you with interest and awe as you run her life. “But she has the same reach as the girl next door or the bitchy family daughter.” This makes Elle giggle slightly.
“That’s exactly how we see it,” agrees the woman at the other end of the table, her colleagues nodding as well. Then she turns directly to the girl. “Do you see yourself in these roles?”
“Of course,” says Elle, but only after she has looked at you. “I work closely with Mr. Stratton and we agree on my career path.” The lady leans back and smiles with a kindness you can clearly see the monster behind.
“These roles sometimes demand a lot from you,” she says seriously. “The audience is sick of the naive princess who is saved by a man at the end. That’s outdated and doesn’t fit in with the new Hollywood spirit and most of all the modern audiences.” You nod, along with the other drones at the table. Free thinking is not practiced here. And here it comes. “But a strong woman is confident enough to show her body.” You almost have to laugh. No matter how feminist these women are, in the end, they all want to undress for men. Almost as if they know inside that their bodies are the only thing of value. Young Elle looks at you and you give her an encouraging nod.
“I’m willing to do that,” she nods.
“Of course, such an action is contractually agreed and we reserve the right to protect our client from harm,” you say dutifully, knowing that such a thing will not happen. People want to see meat, your job is not to prevent that but to negotiate a good price. But Elle looks at you gratefully, knowing that she is uncomfortable undressing in front of others. You’ll have to work on that. But now she is grateful to you for protecting her.
“Of course. And can you sing, Elle?” And the opportunity to impress her comes immediately afterward.
“We’ve already discussed that. My client won’t be singing. Too much can go wrong. But we are of course prepared to help out with CGI and work with voice software. Elle looks at you thankfully.
“I think that’s all,” says the lady and gets up another hour later. It was a long conversation, but that’s a good sign. Either way, you got what you wanted. Elle has learned how intimidating it can be to swim with the big fish, and you’ve shown her that you’re a shark that she might be a bit scared of, but that will protect her from the other fish. The young girl clings to you and tries to look grown up.
“You did great,” you tell her encouragingly as you stand in the entrance hall.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Now she can’t keep it together. “Are you proud of me?”
It’s actually dangerous to do it here, but at this time of day the toilets are secluded and empty. And besides, it won’t take long to fuck Elle.
You quickly pull her white summer dress over her back while her dainty hands rest on the toilet. She glances at you over her shoulder in love, then gasps as you pull down her white panties. Her pink slit is overflowing with lust and a large, dark stain has formed on the white fabric of her panties.
“Daddy…” she breathes heavily and stifled. She’s afraid of being caught, but softens like pudding when you kiss her shoulder.
“Don’t worry darling,” you whisper as you bring your cock to her opening.” Daddy will take care of you.”
“Yes…” she whispers in love. “Thank you, Daddy…”
“And Daddy is proud of his little girl.” Then you penetrate her, fast and deep, effortlessly through her wetness.
Her slender body rocks back and forth over the toilet and her soft, strained moans echo in the large restroom, but you only have eyes for the small body in front of you. You grab your daughter by the hips and hold her in position and up while you fuck her. You’ve only had sex with Olivia once today and Elle is getting a lot of the energy you’ve built up over the last few hours into her body. Her hair flies and her small breasts jiggle wildly under her shirt, her nipples scraping lustfully against the fabric of her too-large bra.
“You’re so beautiful Elle,” you tell her and pull her close to you. You almost lift her off her feet as you fuck her and press her head against your shoulder. She looks at you with wide eyes as her body is driven upwards again and again. No doubt about it, this girl is madly in love with you. “Daddy likes you very much.”
“Yes Daddy… thank you Da-ha-dy-hy…” You stroke her hair tenderly.
“Today was your first step. There are more to come. And you’ll have to have sex with men and women too, do you understand that?”
“No Daddy…” she says sincerely. “But I don’t care.” She smiles and pulls herself towards you, which isn’t easy with her back to you and your cock deep inside her. But you bend down, grab her legs and lift her onto your cock so she can kiss you. You find it easy to hold the young body. “I’ll just do what you tell me.”
“That, my little, cute, lovely Elle, is exactly the right answer.” Then you kiss her and the girl squirts her juice against the wall of the toilet, moaning loudly and not very ladylike.
Again you help her get dressed, a ritual that only rekindles the fire inside her every time.
“We have to take care of your mother.” The moment is right, Elle has fallen for you and her mother is too concerned with her own success through her daughters to rely on Elle. So you have an easy game. “She’ll never understand what we have together. She only wants you to succeed, just like me. But she doesn’t understand that you’re most successful when you’re mine.” The young girl nods eagerly.
“Can you tell her that you’re a father now? She could use a man in her life too.”
“Oh little Elle, that’s a really sweet idea.” You pat her hair. “But no, that wouldn’t work.” The young girl is sad at first, but then understands that you will still be her Daddy. Her life is complete.
“What would work Daddy?” You reach into your shoulder bag and pull out an expensive SLR camera.
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