by Writing Shark
Amy makes up her mind and you find a new girl
Poor Amy rushes into the toilet with her hand over her mouth, squeezes past several visitors, barely holds her hair back and then vomits into the toilet bowl. She feels so bad, used even though she’s the only one intern who hasn’t had a stranger’s cock in her today. Poor Bailey, she’s feeling sorry for Amy, bathing off her mistake, all alone with the fat, hairy pig. The thought of lying under him disgusts the girl. She’s been with Stratton Starmakers for so long, put up with so much for the chance to move up in life and provide something for her family, and now she’s failed. Bailey likes her, but not that much. Surely she will tell Damian about her failure and then… Again the poor girl throws up, this time it’s the fear of being alone. That can’t happen. Her parents don’t have much money and are dependent on her.
“Hey sugar, what’s wrong?” A man stands in the doorway and starts on her ass while the girl hangs over the bowl. “Want me to help you?”
“No thanks…” she gasps and tries to smile.
“Come on sugar.” The man grabs between his legs. “I have something to sweeten your evening. What do you say?”
“No… I… thanks, but…”
“You’re with Stratton, aren’t you? I recognized your colleagues. Why don’t you just join us?” That would be Amy’s chance. The man is black and doesn’t look too bad. Amy thinks she knows him, but isn’t sure. She could please Mr. Stratton if she… The man takes his penis out of his pants and waves it in front of her face. “Come on, bitch,” he says sternly. “You know you want it. Be a good girl.” Amy straightens up and stares at the flaccid penis. Tonight is a really bad night.
Tonight is a really good night. Your girlfriend has just sent you a long video of her fucking some poor girl – presumably her secretary Abigail, you’ve fucked her too infrequently to recognize her hair, almost suffocating between her thighs, Hailee is servicing multiple cocks with Anna and judging by her moans you’ve found another follower for your crusade against women, and Katie’s spread legs are wiggling in the air as she’s almost crushed between two fat male bodies. You’re enjoying the feeling of control that’s developing even as you just stand there sipping your drink.
And your company is not for shame either.
Perhaps not the prettiest flower in the field, young Miss Sydney Sweeny is beautiful enough to make you think dirty, conquering thoughts. Especially her big, deep eyes and her ‘fuck me’ look (which she always has, according to her) make you look forward to making her choke on your cock later.
“I tried drugs once, but they weren’t mine. I have bedroom eyes even without that,” she says with a knowing smile.
“You’re doing a really good job Sydney” you praise her. It’s good to test yourself in the art of seduction, especially since that’s your job. Sydney Sweeny isn’t much of a challenge though, not the storming of the Gustaf Line, more like the air war in Desert Storm. The young escort girl doesn’t stand a chance against you, even if she wanted to. But her hand on your arm tells you that you’re dealing with a bitch in heat.
“Thank you, Mr. Stratton. And you’re an agent?” A stupid bitch at that.
Well, not too stupid, you think to yourself. Just intelligent enough to be useful.
“I am,” you smile good-naturedly and return the touch of her hands. You can lose yourself in her eyes, but not at one of your orgies. You don’t find love here, you fuck flesh. “Stratton Starmakers?” Now her lovely eyes grow wide.
“What? That means… you’re my boss!” She giggles stupidly, girlish, infantile, sexy. She’s good at that and your cock is hard. Sydney may be dumb, or at least barely intelligent enough, but she’s good at controlling a man’s body. Her slender fingers move gently and precisely between your legs. “Now that makes me happy.”
“Why?” you ask, even if you already know the answer.
“Because then my service is free for you.”
“Do you know the rules of the upstairs rooms?” The girl nods.
“I know what happens there,” she says and leans on you, pressing her breasts against your arm. Then she stands on tiptoe and whispers in your ear. “But I’ would give up my consent anywhere for you.” When she gets back on her feet, her breasts heave and she nibbles seductively on her lower lip as she lowers her head and looks at you. She knows what you like and her motives are very clear. Who wants to be an escort girl when you can be a star? Luckily for her, you want to fuck her and you also have a use for her.
“Come on then,” you smile and grab her hand. From now on, you’re in charge. Tonight really is a good night.
“Sir! Sir!”
“Oh shit…” Before you can even finish the sentence, Amy Wren flies into your arms, crying like a little child. Rather half-heartedly, you hold her and slowly let her slide down your body, your stiff cock pressing against her. The men in the room look at you briefly, but then turn their attention back to the attractions, Sydney looking at you with barely concealed curiosity. “My assistant,” you explain to her and pull the crying Amy up to you. “The one who was supposed to be entertaining the guests. What’s wrong now?”
“I can’t do this!” she shrieks hysterically, making you angry. “I can’t do this! Please! Sir! I…” she chokes on her words, coughing and smudging her makeup as she wipes her face with her arm. “These men… they’re all like this… and Bailey… my God Katie… they… both…”
“They’re both doing something for the company,” you say sternly. “As you should be doing.”
“I know… but I can’t!” Then life comes into her panicked face as she realizes how colossal she fucked up. “Please don’t fire me, sir! Please! I’ll do anything! Anything but that!”
“Amy,” you say tenderly, already tearing up her contract in your head, but stroking her cheek. “You only have to fuck men. That’s all I want from you. Here, look at Sydney. She earns a lot less than you and does exactly the same thing.”
“Much harder stuff actually,” says the escort girl with a wink. “You’ll see, Sir.”
“See?” But it doesn’t help. Amy is your most experienced intern, but she’s not cut out for this world. And you’re a hard-working, intelligent man. She’s just a woman. You can let her go, she’s far too scared of you to reveal anything about your world. But Amy is with you because you can control her so easily and so much. You don’t want to give that up. And besides…
“Sydney,” you say, turning to the other girl as Amy sinks back down to your feet. “You earn less than my intern? What do you think about me taking you out of your job and employing you?”
“That would be fantastic Sir. But…”
“But?” The girl grins cheekily.
“But you can do anything with me.” You grin at her while Amy starts to cry again.
“Please Sir!” She begs, clutching your feet. “Please don’t fire me! I can’t allowed this to happen! My parents! I’m begging you! Sir! Please! Ple-he-hese…” The surrounding guests grin filthily but you just want to get on with your plan. Your cock won’t get much harder, stupid little Sydney is far too hot for that. Even the desperate redhead at your feet doesn’t help. You wanted to fire her. But you still have a use for her.
“Get up you stupid cunt,” you growl, grabbing Amy by the hair and pulling her up so she can stare into your face from pained eyes, scared and malleable, just the way you like it.
“So you don’t want to do what Katie and Bailey do for me?” Amy doesn’t dare shake her head, just blinks. “I should fire you here and now and throw you to those savages.”
“No sir! I’ll behave myself! I’ll be a good girl! Anything but that!”
“Anything but that,” you copy her and spit in her face. Amy is too distraught to notice the wad running down her eye. Sydney giggles next to you. “But I have one more task for you. A single, simple task.” The wad of spit mixes with her bitter tears. “No men,” you say and smile. “Except me, of course. A new job for you and you’ll still be useful to me and the company. What do you say?” It’s not a question of what the girl chooses. Tonight is a good night.
Writing Shark 