by Writing Shark
A date with Olivia
The next day is mostly uneventful. A threesome with Olivia and Lyndsy, nothing special, just some lesbian action and squirting. The drive to the office, a handjob from Lyndsy. Back at the office, another blowjob from Katie while you watch the video she sent you last night. Obviously she thinks a second proof of her love would be enough to warm your heart, but you’re more interested in her warm mouth and soft hands. At least she’s looking up at you like a lovestruck puppy as she tries to get your whole length down her tight throat, coughing wildly, degrading herself on your cock like you want it. You come on her forehead, take a picture, she smiley and make a victory sign, then send her away, letting either Bailey or Amy lick her clean for the day.
After this little distraction, there’s work to do. You’ve come up with a plan for your three new starlets and you’ve also put Sydney to good use. A few phone calls and you’re all set.
“Have fun Sir,” Katie says, rocking back on her heels, arms crossed at her ass, a shy smile. “I hope you have fun.” You caress her cheek with your thumb and give her a kiss on the forehead, then leave the organizational work to Lyndsy. Tonight is date night and everything is going according to plan.
“My God, Honey, you look… wow…” You don’t even have to feign admiration at the sheer dress that clings tightly to Olivia Dunne’s toned body. All in black with a silver necklace and her lively hair pinned up an a precise bun, she looks like a Greek deity, Aphrodite to your Zeus.
Or would you prefer Ares, the god of the war? Well, Zeus fucks more.
Like a gentleman, you guide Olivia through the expensive Italian restaurant in the best part of town and place her tight body on the chair opposite you like the eye candy she is, an expensive decoration for you to show off. It’s the same way for Olivia but you, she and everyone in the world know where the power lies. Sadly you notice that she’s letting her duties slip a little to be your showpiece, eying you a bit too much to act for your audience in the expensive place. The service here is good and fast and the waitress is hot enough to bend her over the table right now and… But Olivia is especially beautiful today and you, as a man, are strong enough to focus your sexual energy solely on her. It’s date night, but above all you want to find out what’s wrong with your girlfriend.
“Thank you,” you say politely and the waitress smiles at you and then disappears with your order. Olivia gives you that look again. Your first attempt is a normal conversation and your girlfriend answers your questions politely, but holds back with input. Women aren’t like that when they’re domesticated, Oliva lacks the bubbly happiness she usually radiates when she doesn’t need to think about a thing, not to mention the almost invisible superiority she exudes in such cases. No, she almost sulks. “I need your help next week,” you say. Olivia looks at you.
“With what?” Another choppy answer.
“Elle. You remember her?”
“Daddy’s little girl. I know.”
“And a mommy girl as well,” you remind her. “I can use your help with her.”
“No problem.” Okay, something really is wrong. You’re getting angry. Not at Olivia, more at the situation. Women are too stupid to understand their own emotions and you’re good, but as a man you’re mainly able to control and command.
But with Olivia, you want to be supportive. She’s too precious… and too sexy to lose.
“Okay, honey.” You lean over the table and stroke her hands. “I know it’s hard sometimes. But won’t you tell me what’s going on? I trust you.” Being soft is not easy for you, but there is only one person in this world who deserves your soft side. And it works. Olivia opens her mouth and…
“Oh my God! You’re Olivia Dunne!” You both drop your gazes for a moment. You know this scene all too well.
You’ve had an intimate moment, but with fame comes the responsibility to nurture it. You’ve brought Olivia the fame and she’s handling it well, but you actually feel a little sorry for her as she forces a friendly, warm, slightly surprised smile and slips into her role. You smile too but the girl wouldn’t even notice if you shoved the Italian white bread up the sexy waitress’s ass right now.
“Hello, what’s your name?” Olivia beams and grabs the girl’s pen. As she talks to the little thing and gives her the best day of her young life, you look around the restaurant. The girl’s parents are sitting there, a little embarrassed. “So you still go to school then?” That makes you prick up your ears.
“No. I go to college here. Two more years and then…” You know Olivia’s questions and you usually enjoy the way your girlfriend makes cunts available to you. But today you feel uncomfortable. Of course you can see the girl’s future if you pick her now like a low-hanging fruit. But you can also read Olivia, the little signs a woman can’t hide. She is annoyed.
“That’s my boyfriend,” she says then. “He made me famous. Hey. Now that you’re 20, I thought…” Olivia falls silent, your hand on her arm. You turn to the girl.
“Excuse me, but I can see you’re a big fan of my girlfriend.” The girl nods like a fool. “Is it okay for you to wish her a nice evening and leave?” Olivia is the only one who looks at you questioningly, the girl just nods eagerly and says goodbye while still smiling and happy to be at her service.
“What the fuck was that about?” your girlfriend asks as the girl skips back to her seat. “You could have had her.” You smile and grab her hands again.
“I already have you,” you say.
“Fuck you.” She smiles, but she’s also kind of serious.
“No, I’m going to fuck you. And not this girl,” you say seriously, making her fall silent. “It’s date night and I didn’t think you wanted her.”
“Wrong,” she grumbles, “I’m always ready to use a stupid cunt.”
“Okay,” you shrug. “But not for me. Not today. I can see something’s bothering you and I need you at your best. Tonight I’m only here for you. No stars. No appointments. No work. Neither for you nor for me.”
“Really?” And there it is, the smile you recognize on her. It’s rare and therefore precious. Because it’s real. You nod.
“Today is all about you.”
You’ve saved the evening and, you hope, the next week too. You have a lot on your plate, but today you forget about all your young, willing, desperate little whores and focus on your most prized possession. And Olivia is enjoying it. A lot. She talks a lot, laughs, moves. She sends out the signals, strokes her hair, moves her eyes between the tip of your nose and your eyes, nibbles her bottom lip, slides around on her ass, laughs at your jokes. It’s a lovely evening.
Then you stand up.
“What are you doing?” she asks, puzzled, and actually wants to keep you in your seat. But you decide and she gently lets you go.
“You think I didn’t hear you?”
“What?” she asks stupidly, which you find cute. You smile and leave the table.
“Pack your things,” you say, not bothering to check whether Olivia obeys you.
Her look is priceless as you return to the table with the young girl by the hand.
“Olivia, this is…” You’ve actually forgotten the name but the girl is only too happy to remind Olivia. The other thing is more important to you anyway. “I stole her from her parents,” you wink at her. “So we should go now.”
Today you’re giving your girlfriend a little present for your date night. In this case, a naive 19-year-old fan who loathes her parents and finally wants to grow up. Only you can fulfill this wish, but first, you step back and drive the girls from disco to disco, get them drunk and watch Oliva having fun in the lounges and on the dance floors of Hollywood’s hottest bars.
Patiently, you wait in the seedy seclusion of a V.I.P. lounge until she practically sits the girl on your stiff cock, and after that herself too.
You can see it in her eyes as you get the girl ready and look forward to what Olivia has planned for her. You don’t even know her name but it doesn’t matter as you drop her off naked and used in the middle of the Hollywood strip, just a few notes in her used cunt to buy a hotel room, clothes or a taxi home. It’s nasty but Olivia needs it sometimes and you don’t mind.
“Thank you, darling,” she says and kisses you deeply as the screams of the panicked girl in the alley behind you die down. You fucked her roughly and shown her a world of depraved sex in bathrooms and alleyways and you don’t care what she makes with the understanding that rough sex is great and her only value lies between her legs. Your car buzzes beneath you as you drive home and Olivia leans against you. “I’m so glad I sold myself to you that time,” she hums. “You know me. Thank you.”
“No. Thank you, honey,” you say, pulling out your mobile phone. “Leeroy? I’ve got another one for you. Her name is… fuck… wait…” Olivia laughs heartily as you tell your troubleshooter the girl’s location. He’s going to take care and dispose her, so either convince her not to press charges, offer her a new career or give her a worse experience than what Olivia did to her.
Hollywood can be a dirty business but that’s true in any walk of life. The girl got what she wanted and the sex was censorial. What happens afterward is not your business. Your business is Olivia, her happiness and her stability. And you achieved that today.
And the sex was also good with Olivia and… You just can’t think of the name.
Writing Shark 