by Writing Shark
Hailee accepts her fate
In a daze, Hailee shuffles through the crowd of men watching Anna Kendrick squat and expose her pussy to the crowd. She feels hands on her ass and between her legs and of course on her breasts and face but she keeps walking. In her head swims the thought that she is selling her body short but the thought doesn’t take hold. She imagines what it’s like to be famous, feels the hands on her body, the nasty looks and the dirty grins and decides to think only of the former. Fame is all she has left, now that she’s fucked Damian Stratton so willingly. And he’s right. Hailee is deeply ashamed to go down this path, but even more ashamed to be left with nothing in her hands. And it shames her that she still trusts the man after he wronged her. He said it was for her own good and Hailee Steinfeld would doubt it if there was any room left in her head except serving men.
At the top of the stripper platform, Anna looks at her questioningly while she performs, but the DJ announces the second girl and Anna understands. Without hesitation or interrupting her show, the naked woman pulls the girl towards her and presses their lips together. The crowd is satisfied and when Hailee feels the woman’s hands on her neck and tastes the flavor of her lipstick, her head empties even further. The two women kiss and embrace, Anna continues to dance, pulling Hailee across the stage like a cheap doll.
“What are you doing here?” asks Anna as she spreads her bare ass for the crowd.
“Damian sent me…” That changes everything. Anna understands that she has a colleague in front of her and immediately afterwards she runs her hands under the yellow dress.
“Another EGG girl for this evening” she calls over the music. Hailee doesn’t understand but the crowd becomes even more unruly as the older woman leads the younger one to the edge of the stage. Hands immediately reach up and tug at Hailee’s clothes. The girl shrieks but Anna holds her down, puts her on the floor and pulls the yellow dress over the girl’s head. Soon Hailee is naked except for her high heels and feels Anna all over her body. Then the bright lights of the stage are taken up by a pure-skinned, somewhat sweaty bottom, then it goes dark.
Heile feels the heat of the cunt pressing against her face. At first she panics. She is not a lesbian! A drop of pleasure juice drips onto her upper lip, then her nose is pressed against the area between Anna’s butthole and her cunt. Her hormones flood Hailee’s senses, then she feels more wetness on her lips. She squirms, kicking her legs but Anna is trained and obedient to the cries for more from the crowd. Finally, Hailee blinks into the cunt as she feels a talented tongue between her legs and then it all happens very quickly.
Never would the upcoming actress have imagined her life would be like this, licking another woman’s cunt in public for the pleasure of unknown men, sex and degradation all around. But she’s wet, Anna is very talented and Hailee doesn’t know whether shame or lust is reddening her cheeks and labia. But that’s not as bad as the other. Neither are the cries and the hands on her body. In the darkness of Anna’s lap, Hailee recognizes things.
For one thing, she recognizes her wetness, acknowledges it, her lust, the desire for more that is greater than her shame. On the other, she realizes that Damian was right. She sees pictures of herself on big stages, in front of cameras, laughing, happy and rich. But what is most confusing is that with each of her successes, Damian is somewhere in the background, smiling contentedly.
“Huuurrrrghhhh Fuuuck…” Anna uses her hands to help, driving her fingers over Hailee’s clit as the girl begins to moan loudly. Her hips jerk, then everything blurs in a sea of applause as Hailee squirts across the stage, onto Anna’s hand and arm. Anna lifts her lap from her face, stands and bows to the crowd with a wet face and arm.
“Thank you for the applause. We are at your disposal from now on. Have fun with the EGG girls.” While other girls clean the stage for the next show, Anna helps the naked Hailee up. “Did you get a maker too?” Hailee blinks, then nods. During the show, the pen is lost but the two take Anna’s, lying in a fountain of Hailee’s juices. Anna takes the pen, pulls off the cap and writes something on Hailee’s skin. The girl winces and looks down at herself.
“Acceptable. Anna. What…?”
“I’m a woman,” says the actress. “I’m too stupid to make a better judgment. Come on, Damian will be furious when he reads this.” Anna drags Hailee with her through the crowd, which is only greedier after their show. They get maybe halfway across the garden on their way to the house, when Hailee is pulled aside while two men pounce on Anna.
And as Hailee watches Anna get two dicks stuffed in her mouth at the same time, she realizes that nobility and honor are not qualities an actress in Hollywood can have. Maybe it’s just Damian Stratton, but the thought of him just makes her all fuzzy, the idea of him handling her like a carton of eggs at the market. She also feels hands on her, between her legs, on her bottom and her breasts. Fingers penetrate her, between her breasts and run over her lips. She takes one last look at Anna, a respected actress, an idol Hailee has looked up to. Damian Stratton made her famous. And Damian Stratton sent her here in a ridiculously sexy costume to turn men on and get fucked by them.
She submitted to him, just like Hailee, and she got what she wanted. Now she’s paying the price. But when a man pushes himself in front of her, she can only see his hairy belly, his semi-rigid penis poking her in the eye, Hailee can only hear the gagging and lustful moans of Anna that even the loud music can’t drown out. Yes, Hailee is in her place, even if she doesn’t like it, but Damian was right. Anywhere else is worse, whether in the boring obscurity of her former life or the inevitable hell of doing all this without being protected and paid.
Hailee takes the cock in front of her in her mouth, thinks about her sex with Damian and starts sucking. Anything for success.
Writing Shark 