by Writing Shark
Hailee’s first Hollywood party
The day is almost over again, the sun is already low in the sky but you’re still working. Work in this case means talking to already slightly drunk executives at the party of your good friend Kevin Spacey the respected actor.
Little Elle is already at home, probably already tugged in bed, and you can count on her to do her big girl homework. For now, you are called to the gate.
“They’re with me,” you say and the beefy bouncers let the four girls in. “Hallo ladies.” Bailey has squeezed herself into a blue evening dress that highlights her perky breasts, Amy’s red hair accentuates well with the black cocktail dress she’s wearing and Katie has gone a little daring in the strapless white evening dress with no bra (and panties, as you know your best intern). And then there’s Hailey in her yellow dress (provided by you) with the blue denim jacket over her shoulders. “Hailee, you look adorable.”
“Thank you, Mr. Stratton. But what have I done to deserve the honor of being invited to a Stratton party?” she asks, smiling broadly and missing Bailey’s gaze. Your interns already know what this is all about. It’s time Hailee understands what she has with you.
“You’re part of my agency now. That’s included in the package.” You lead the four young ladies inside. “And that too.”
It’s almost funny to see how open-mouthed even the interns are, not to mention Hailee, whose heart almost explodes.
“What…”
It’s a small party, maybe a hundred guests, mostly men, friends of Kevin’s, executives, successful actors. And lots of women. You have three escort services fully booked. The establishments know about your parties and the money to be made there and also know what will happen if word gets out. Money and power keep the clubs and guests in check, fear does with the women.
“My God…” gasps Hailee, looking around in shock but not running away.
“Have fun, you three,” you turn to your interns. At a party like this, a few more cunts can’t hurt. You turn your attention to Hailee. “Come on” you say sternly and she follows you like a good girl.
You pull the shocked girl through the house and out into the large garden. On the way you pass a pool table over which two hookers are lying and being fucked from behind. Two more girls are pressing a large double dildo down their throats on the kitchen table and others are simply being fucked on the floor.
“We’re a little late,” you explain.
“Mr. Stratton… I know I said I’d do this for you… but…” You pass a group of men roaring as they try to shove several bottles into the orifices of a poor woman. Outside on the lawn, a girl is being sprayed with champagne, surrounded by laughing men and women. Some of the female guests are helping themselves to a buffet served over three naked women. Hailee is too shocked to go any further.
“Yes, I’ll have to explain that to you. Hailee, it’s not just me who’s going to fuck you.”
“What?” You grin devilishly as she turns to you, startled.
“You’re a phenomenal fuck, really. But so are the others here. Look around you. Why do you think there are hookers in this world? These girls are all beautiful, so why aren’t they actresses like you?”
“I… don’t… know…” mumbles Hailee absently, watching a scrawny girl punish a hooker with a wooden paddle under the watchful eye of her fingering mother.
“Exactly.” Unnoticed, you stand behind Hailee, blocking her escape route into the house, but the girl doesn’t move. She knows that if she moves away from you, she’s just as much a target as any hooker here. And she doesn’t want that. “You are beautiful and strong Hailee Steinfeld. It wouldn’t be wise to take those qualities away from you. Some girls are shy, that’s sexy, but you’ll always ride the dicks. I respect that.” Your hands settle heavily on her shoulders, massaging her back. “Ah. Here she comes. Take a good look at her.” The DJ changes the music as a scantily clad stripper dances through the crowd of men. She smiles broadly while her yellow bra stands out clearly against her white skin. She’s wearing a skirt that is tucked in at the bottom and sticks out at the top, making her look like a cracked egg. The young woman wiggles her ass delightfully as she moves to a stage in the garden on which a stripper pole is mounted.
“What… Who…” Hailee feels your hands on her breasts as she watches the woman but doesn’t do anything. Being molested by you is normal for her. “That’s… Oh God!” She spins around to face you. “That’s Anna Kendrick!”
“That’s right,” you laugh, grab her chin and turn her around again while Anna begins her humiliating striptease to loud applause while smiling.
“But she belongs to your agency,” stammers Haille. “I have informed myself… Anna is…”
“Anna does exactly what I recruited her to do,” you explain. “She’s just like you, little Hailee. Wild, outgoing and sexy. That’s okay. But you can only make it in this town if you’re not too smart.” As Anna dances, she peels her white skirt off her legs and throws it into the rowdy crowd of men, smiling happily and waving. Wearing only yellow underwear, she wiggles her body, rubs herself against the pole and shows off her charms. Then she throws her yellow underwear in the crowd. It’s the same yellow as the dress you are now slipping off Heile’s shoulders.
“No…”
“Yes,” you correct and Haille doesn’t resist while you make her naked in front of so many people. “I tolerate cheekiness, playfulness and a bit of spice, but I don’t tolerate thinking intelligence is something you have more of than I do. I don’t tolerate independence, do you understand that Hailee?”
This is the moment that is most critical for you. Hailee is everything you’ve told her and now it’s time to decide if the stupid greed and animalistic pleasure of being desired is enough to bring her to a life as your well-paid, successful and influential pleasure slave. It’s a risk you’re taking…
“Yes…”
But not a great one. Hailee is a woman and women are all the same.
“I will make you powerful and a good, real woman Hailee. In return, I want your obedience.”
“Yes…” A tear trickles down her cheek as she looks at you while all eyes that aren’t on Anna are on her nakey, shivering breasts. You lovingly stroke the drop from her clean skin.
“Don’t cry, my beautiful Hailee,” you smile. “You’ll enjoy being a little dirty whore. Do what I tell you and the world will be at your feet. But only when you lie at my feet. I’ll take care of you and you’ll get paid, famous and powerful. Nowhere else will you find what I can give you. And if you’re good, you’ll even enjoy it in the end. That’s what I’m offering you, apart from your success.”
“Yes…” She sniffles again, then the roar of the crowd makes her turn around. The successful Anna Kendrick has just pulled down her bra and is waving it at the crowd, then she presses her hands to her sides, bends over and shakes her melons as banknotes fly onto the stage.
“Now go up to her and entertain the crowd,” you say, and Hailee doesn’t even look at you in shock, more in understanding. “Learn to obey. Learn to be submissive. Here.” You hand her a black marker. “I want a report from each of your patrons today on how submissive you were.”
“Yeah… okay… but… I don’t have any paper and… Oh…”
“Good girl.” She already understands. You weren’t wrong about her. After tonight, Hailee will be part of your stable.
While your newest little horse walks to the stage in her yellow dress on wobbly legs, getting molested and touched, you stay behind alone at the party you’ve organized. There are available women everywhere so you pull out your cell phone and text the most important of them.
‘Hailee is broken.’
‘Have a nice evening honey’ Olivia sends you a picture of her winking at you and making a kissy face. Behind her you see a pair of legs sticking out from under a comforter. ‘You’ll get pictures when you get home.’ You smile and put your phone away. A young girl comes by, tits exposed and covered in red welts. She’s carrying a tray of wine in her hands, which you help yourself to. With a hard slap on the ass you send the girl on her way. She is pretty, yes, and would let you snatch her away to a quiet corner. But you don’t bother with peasants, you look around for worthwhile targets.
Writing Shark 