by Writing Shark
You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone. Part I
“Hey baby, come over here.” It’s Jerremy, one of Anna Kendrick’s regular customers, who approaches her on the street. He likes to hurt and humiliate her, but today, Anna dances towards the little man with a big smile.
“Hey Jeremy,” she greets him.
“Woh sugar, you look great. What makes you dress up your ugly body like that?” He looks around briefly, then stretches out his hand and grabs Anna’s breasts. The woman allows it without hesitation but makes sure that Jerremy’s rough hands don’t ruin her outfit.
“This is the last time you will touch me,” she says to his face, her soul full of pride. “I’m very sorry.” But she also knows her place. She will never put herself above a man again, she will always do what Mister Stratton orders from her.
“What?” Anna winces painfully. “Shit why?”
“I have a role in Hollywood,” the woman grins happily as her tit begins to ache. “I’m not a whore anymore.”
“Shiiiit,” Jeremy grunts. “But maybe it’s better that way. Your pussy is already worn out and your tits have always been too small.” Anna already knows this treatment.
“Don’t worry about it, Jeremy,” she shrugs. “Maybe I’ll still fuck you. I’m a woman and that’s what I’m here for.” The man looks at her in surprise. “But it will cost you more. Bye.” She turns away with a wave.
“I’ll miss you when you’re gone,” he calls after her and Anna has to laugh. She is finally in the place she earned through hard work and prostitution.
“Fuck yes, Mister Stratton! Please keep fucking me Sir! Pleaseohgodthisissogooood!” Her body shakes and she can look at herself in the large illuminated mirror, her hair in her face, Damian’s muscular body behind her. They both moan loudly as he shoots into her and she feels his hot load hitting the inner walls of her cunt. Breathing heavily, he pulls out of her and she immediately drops to her knees and sucks his cock clean.
“Finish her,” Damian says to the anxious make-up artist who stands in the corner with her head bowed, waiting until the important things (Anna Kendrick) are done.
“Yes Sir.” Anna sits down and the lady goes to work.
“Hello.” She can still feel his sperm inside her but her panties will stop most of it. Damian is leaning against an equipment cart with his legs and arms crossed and talking to the director of the film. “Mister Moore.” She shakes the man’s hand. “I can’t wait to work with you.”
It takes all day but Anna works like an animal on the set, which is set up like a diner, kitchen and service room, so as not to disappoint Mister Moore and Mister Stratton. The latter keeps leaving the set every now and then, has more important things to do than Anna Kendrick, but Mister Moore’s gaze never leaves her body.
“We can continue tomorrow,” he suggests to Anna, who is already sweating. “You do the choreography excellently, even with make-up.”
“I want to please you, Sir,” Anna gasps, more exhausted than after a weekend as a whore.
“You do, Anna.” Jason steps next to her and puts his hand on her shoulder while his thumb discreetly strokes her skin. “But we should take a break. You look exhausted.”
“It’s okay, Sir,” Anna says and knows what the man wants from her. It is only natural for a woman like her to offer her body to the man who has power over her. The only question is how much power. Nobody has more power than Damian but he wants her to please Jason. Her fingers wrap around his arm, holding his hand against her skin. “Please let me go ahead and become a star. Please, Sir.” Jason’s gaze moves down to her breasts under the loose blue shirt.
“I need you to be vital, Anna… afterward…” He licks his lips and Anna knows that although she is no longer a whore, she will still have forced sex with men. This is as normal in life as the sunrise and the natural lot of a woman in Hollywood. “To talk to you about your future.” He’s still new in the business, or maybe a good man in an evil world. But Anna also had enough customers like that and when she turns to him, she understands that Damian has achieved two things with her training as a cheap whore. He made her submit to him, but he also made sure that Anna Kendrick knew exactly how to get ahead in Hollywood.
“It’s okay Sir,” she whispers, steps up to him and nestles with his shirt while pressing her breasts against him. “You can have me if you want, anytime, anywhere. Any way you want.” She nibbles her lip seductively while her hair falls slightly down her face. “I’m all yours if you want me.” Her hands slide down his body, in the middle of the set where everyone can see. But this is Hollywood and Damian Stratton owns this starlet. It is totally normal. “Just please give me this chance and let me be a star.” She smiles and is just a little bit panicked. Jason Moore sees it in her eyes. “We don’t have to hide.” Her hands slide between his legs. “Everyone here knows what I’m here for. You can fuck me even when I’m exhausted. I don’t care if you fuck me in my sleep or for how long or where. Or you can fuck me now, right here on the counter or in your chair where everyone can see and I’ll continue working later. I’ll wear your sperm on my face if you want it and moan so loudly that everyone here knows that you’re the boss. You are the director and I am your property. Just please let me work hard and do what I love.”
“She’s right,” Damian’s voice suddenly comes from behind the two of them. Startled, Anna steps back from Jason and looks down as he rubs his head, his stiffie clearly visible in his pants.
“It’s okay,” Jason grumbles and steps back but Damian laughs.
“Jason, I know what you’re like when you’re not disturbed. Anna and Hailee told me. Anna, why don’t you tell Mister Moore what you’re willing to do for your fame?”
“Everything Mister Moore, really everything.”
“Yeah… I know…” Damian rolls his eyes.
“He’s a good one, am I right Anna.” Anna nods. “Show him that he doesn’t need to be nice to you.”
“Yes Sir,” Anna says and grabs Jason’s hand. As she pulls the man into her trailer, she fervently hopes that he will let her go back to work later. Every bone in her body already hurts. “Come on, Jason. I’m going to fuck you extra hard and you can throw trash at me and I’ll pinch my sexy tits for you.”
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