by Writing Shark
Betrayal of a cheap whore
5,500 miles away, not everything is going as you planned.
Scarlett Johanson is a Hollywood star, worth millions, well-known, popular and respected. Here too, in Japan, her star is in the firmament and shines brightly and clearly.
Yet she hasn’t left the hotel room in sixteen hours while, it feels like, half the men in Tokyo have stuck their little Asian cocks in her.
“I hate her,” she whispers to her reflection in the small bathroom, her face plastered with cum and spit. Next to her in the toilet, one of the men who had beaten her black and blue with belts yesterday along with three of his buddies while his bosses watched, is snoring. “Little yellow monsters.” She grimaces painfully, she already thinks like him. Her master. But what should she do? She is only a woman, after all. “My God, what am I doing here?” Even these thoughts are his, planted by him in her stupid head.
The drug cocktail is still swimming around in her brain and her eyes stare at her tired and dull from her skull with viscous sperm running over already crusted sperm.
Back in the main room of the large, luxurious hotel room, she first looks for her clothes that are scattered all over the room. Her movements are sluggish and she sways as she picks up a bottle of wine and brings it to her lips.
Her loud gagging and coughing wakes the others in the room. That was the bottle she had painfully shoved up her ass yesterday. After relieving herself into it.
Scarlett doesn’t even understand the language the man is talking to her, but his greedy little hands make it clear what he wants from her. Her translator, a slim asian teen, lies unconscious and dressed up in the corner of the room, still with the tie gag in her mouth, pretending to be asleep.
More and more of the little monsters are waking up and surrounding Scarlett like the little gnomes they are. They are not bothered by the woman’s battered appearance and soiled body. She had already done her photo shoots yesterday, from now on she is just meat that can be sold at the market. And the highest bidder is the head of the company that Stratton Starmakers does business with in the Land of the Rising Sun.
“No…” the famous Hollywood icon pleads weakly as hands roam over her face, stroking her nose, ears and eyes. Other hands desperately knead her big white breasts. “Please…” But her pleading voice only makes the men more eager to violate her again. Not even a local prostitute gets treated like that and soon Scarlett Johanson is sucking two Asian cocks while her crusty holes are fingered and fucked.
The moment hot piss spreads in her ass and mixes with the sperm running out of her used cunt, the manager’s servants attack their translator, whose screams are muffled by the gag.
The women belong to the men for the entire day, then the deputy that Mister Stratton placed at their side, the watchdog, allowed them a day of rest. But Scarlett can’t think about it when one of the men cums in her mouth and spits in her face as a thank you.
It is immediately replaced by another Japanese penis rubbing against her hand. Scarlett is now good at pleasing her clients like a high price whore, except she doesn’t negotiate the price. She is the prize.
Next to her, her young translator whimpers as she too gets fucked in the ass and pussy, but Scarlett knows that this is just the beginning.
The endgame comes later and today it’s not just belts but also leather shoes. Her full lips are on her client’s smelly shoe but she’s a world class actress and makes it look like she’s kissing her sexy movie co-star while humiliating herself for the little men. Her bedmate rubs another shoe against her pussy, then another shoe flies down onto Scarlett’s chest. The woman screams, spreading drops of sperm on the blanket, which is already soaked with piss and cum.
“Thank you Sir!” screams the Hollywood star at the top of his lungs. “More please!” And the men understand that as they eagerly jerk their cocks and decorate the bodies of the two women with their loads.
“Oh shit,” her Stratton Starmaker watchdog growls. “You smell awful.”
“I’m very sorry Sir,” Scarlett murmurs, knowing that every man in the agency, whether the caretaker or Damian himself, is far above her.
“Go wash yourself. And what happened to the other bitch?” The translator is crying bitterly, her whole body wet with warm liquid. “Oh whatever. Here.” The man hands a big chunk of money to the crying girl. “Two more days and then you can forget about it and buy yourself a good life. And your boyfriend too.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir.” Her words barely penetrate the sobs.
“Now go wash. You have the evening to yourself. We’re flying home tomorrow.”
Of course, Scarlett can’t spend any time with the girl who’s holed up in her room after her duty. She’ll have to oblige the guard on the long flight home, but Scarlett can’t think about that.”
She doesn’t feel clean, even after washing and bathing for two hours. She’ll never be clean again and the piece of paper in her hand feels like it’s burning through her hand.
Ever since Damian Stratton made her a star, she has had everything she ever wanted. And she is suffering more than ever before. This is normal, she reminds herself. Damian told her. The price of success. And he’s right. Without him she wouldn’t have made it this far, she knows that. And that’s why it feels like betrayal. Scarlett is scared.
She knows she’s a useless woman, a set of holes for men and blessed with a face that makes her money, along with her tits. Cow tits that hurt now because Japanese men find them so attractive.
She should thank Damian. But the time with the Japanese was enough to fill her bowl with self-hatred so much that it cracked. Normal girls would go to the hotel roof and… But Scarlett Johanson isn’t normal. She’s a movie star. She wants to destroy herself but knows that her body is too valuable to be wasted. And she knows that she is too stupid to decide what happens to it. Damian knows this. But Damian sent her to the Japanese men.
The piece of paper in her hand crackles as her fingers brush over it. She used an old phone book, a miracle that she found one in Tokyo, and without alerting her watchdog.
Should she really do it?
But before her slow female brain finished the thought, her animal instincts took over and she dialed the number.
“Avory Agency, Ava on the line. How can I help?” But Scarlett can’t say anything, she’s too stupid to speak. Can she really betray Damian? She doesn’t even begin to know what he will do to her if he even finds out about the idea of dialing the number. But her life… As a woman, she is too stupid to imagine how it can get any worse and that damns her. Hell no. Even now she’s not stupid enough to put Damian in danger. You don’t play with the devil. But maybe…
“Hello,” she murmurs into the receiver. “Here is…” There is no going back. “This is Scarlett Johanson. I need to talk to Reese Witherspoon. This is about terminating my contract with Stratton Starmakers.”
Writing Shark 