by Writing Shark
You wake up in Emma’s apartment
Groaning, you rub your head and blink into the new day. It’s rare that your phone wakes you up and not a hot, wet mouth around your cock but you don’t expect much from Emma Watson and you don’t get much either.
“What the…” The stupid bitch actually laid down next to you in her little bed that night and you frown, wondering if she’s really worth your trouble. Then you look at her young, battered body and mentally shrug before pushing her roughly out of bed. Her frightened screams perk you up and before she can get up from the floor you’re already swinging your legs out of bed, but you don’t get far.
“Please…” The girl clutches your legs and looks up at you in fear. Annoyed, you kick her away. Olivia will probably be wondering where you are. Elle too. You quickly check your phone. As always, Lyndsy has everything under control. “Please…” There’s that lowly presence on your leg again. And a hand on your boxer shorts. “Please fuck me…” Desperately she rubs your cock through your pants, her eyes red, her mouth dry and her hair disheveled. “I can’t take it anymore…please…I’ll do anything…”
“My schedule is already full, Miss Watson,” you grunt in amusement, tearing yourself away from her, hitting her lengthwise on the floor, and looking for the bathroom. Your reflection looks like a general who has won a battle and that’s how you feel too. Surrounded by followers and whores, all dependent on you.
“Please…” you hear her voice again. “Sir…” That makes you sit up and take notice. “I’ll do anything.” Is she really that weak inside, you ask yourself. Okay, the stuff I give her is really strong. But she is a feminist. One cock and she does what she’s told. “What do you want from me?” she asks trembling, not enough water in her body to cry. “I do everything. Sir!” With the last of her strength she pulls herself up your body phatetically. “I’m begging Sir. I’m begging you. Please fuck me.” And there’s the acting talent you hated seeing in her, she’s not really acting it now, she’s being herself. “I’m only yours Sir. I do everything you say. What should I do? Should I kiss your shoes or give you a blowjob while you shower? Or… Do you have to pee? I can…” Your hand in her face pushes her back like an overzealous puppy. Then you reach into your bag.
“Here, take this,” you say and Emma pounces on the pill in your hand. “The addiction will go away. And for the pleasure…” You grab her by the hair, Emma screams, then you drag her across the room and throw her on the floor in the middle of the room. “The desire will remain.” Now she is crying, although without tears, but from your other girls you know what recognition sadness looks like. “The desire will last forever. Here.” The business card lands on her face, then between her legs. “Film yourself for me.” Then you look at your cell phone. Lots of messages. You are a man in demand.
‘I missed you, darling.’
Olivia is diplomatic, which is at least something. But she is also the most important one of your girls.
‘With Emma. Had to break the bitch. Now to Elle. Don’t know if I can bring her with me today.’
‘Why?’ comes the answer almost immediately. Your girlfriend has been waiting for your message like a shark in the water.
,Work. You know what it’s like,’ you write curtly. Women are basically like little children, only they can be fucked and mistreated. You don’t argue with women. They are told how the world is. ‘Show me your pussy.’
As Emma gets dressed and stumbles confusedly through her own apartment, you see the three angry dots on the phone flash, disappear, flash again. And then, of course, you get your photo. Olivia in her chair in her room. Her smile is perfect and only you can see the anger in her eyes which she turns into a beautiful expression for you. Her hand is between her thighs and you can see her bare feet as she exposes her pink hole with two fingers.
‘Come and get it Tiger’ One minute later. ‘Your kitty is in heat.’ Another photo, this time Olivia on all fours from behind, her dripping cunt spread again. Her tight asshole looks inviting too.
You put your phone away without answering her. Women need the thrill of a man who ignores them.
“You have everything you need,” you say firmly to Emma. She nods, her arm stretched upwards, a long white shirt half over her body, a small titty on display. Your hand grabs her, squeezes and you feel her body tremble. “Give me material to control you with,” you said. “Degrading shit. Disgusting shit. I don’t care. The main thing is that you die of embarrassment if I publish this stuff.”
“Yes Sir.” It sounds good the way she says it. Horny. Desperate. Defeated.
“And then I’ll fuck you.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir.” You nod, throw your jacket on, then disappear.
In the car you use the time to get to your next destination to answer the less important messages. Camila sent you pictures of herself with a ball gag so big that it must hurt her. Apparently she’s trying to gain your favor through pain. Katie wishes you good morning with an audio recording of her fucking herself with a dildo and says she loves you. Nothing from Bailey and Amy but you already have an idea of how to deal with your interns.
A lot happens in a short time but L.A. is a fast city and Hollywood never sleeps, is always looking for young girls to eat and corrupt and you are its zookeeper, its handler who keeps the monster happy and in return riches and power are your reward. You grin.
There are opportunities in the air, you just have to seize them. But you can’t show weakness either. Only Elle is ready to shoot a film and today you’re teaching her something new. The others still need a while before they’re ready to become stars, but you also notice that you’re getting impatient. You want results now.
“And I will get them” you say out loud to yourself as you drive through the morning city. Then you take notes in your head, then you type on your phone. “Barry… Yes thanks, everything is going well. But I want more.” You smile when you hear the laughter coming from the receiver.
Writing Shark 