The Agent A Celebrity Smut Story Novels & Stories

The perverted scenes played across the huge screen, causing the entire hall to erupt in chaos. As my face flushed red, Sarah Nott, my boyfriend's adopted younger sister, snatched the microphone from the emcee. "Winona Linton, so many people have already seen you without your clothes on, so why are you acting embarrassed now?" Gritting my teeth, I glared at Sarah and replied, "I've never done anything like that before! AI technology is so advanced these days that anyone could just edit my face onto that woman's body! Someone must have ulterior motives and deliberately did this to frame me!"

The last thing I wanted to do was talk to my agent. Hell, he'd just love the spin she could make on a story about me using a local girl as inspiration, I'd blink, and a TV crew would be down here documenting every single second of the day and somehow twisting it into a romance where I'm suddenly pining after the plain girl with glasses. My cock twitched. Damn it. I was not pining after the cute girl.

Her words caused him to open his other eyes, glancing over at Flynn and then signaling her pleadingly to stop talking, but she just continued, “That you were doing all that because Stardom agency suffered, too, because of what happened. But one year passed, then two, three, four, five, and six... And all those times, you kept getting worst. I took it all, for six years, I did. Not anymore. I told you I was don't the moment you hurt my kid, and I mean it.” Noticing that someone was recording the entire conversation, Manager Josh shouted, “Hey you?! It's illegal to film someone without their approval. Delete it now!” But the person quickly grabbed their jacket and started running out of the ca

Freya asked, incredulous. “Darling, the paparazzi don’t care about evidence. All they care about is a story that sells,” I said, sighing. “And apparently, an actress cheating on her now-ex-boyfriend with a hotshot AG Special Agent is a story that will definitely sell. It’s already trending.” I glanced up at Sir Merrion, who always seems to have nothing but a polite expression on his face when he’s facing me. “It’s gonna be chaos when we go out there later. Have you ever knocked out a reporter before?”

This day is going down the shitter so fast it’s incredible. “Sorry sir, looks like an accident on one of the exit ramps,” the driver apologizes. “It’s just people rubber necking on our side, though. It shouldn’t take too long.” I nod and say into the phone, “Raisa, you son of a bitch, I told you this isn’t what she wants. It’s not what I want either.” My agent sniffs. “I don’t care. Jonathan, it’s my job to make sure my clients are seen in the very best possible way. You dating an artsy, pleasantly plump, photographer will really help tone down the playboy image. People are gonna love it.”

In Nathan's eyes, she was an angel sent from above to exude her entrancing aroma and radiance. Every word, action, smile, pout, and coy look from her was beautiful. Just then, a shop assistant came over and introduced the products to them eagerly. She was rather excited to see Nathan Clemon in front of her. Nonetheless, she remained professional. She definitely could not reveal such a big incident so simply. Furthermore, celebrities often came to the store so security was very tight. These days, a post about 'Aebasa Clemon' being pregnant was circling around.

But he only looked like a starved giraffe than anything else. I leaned back in the chair and massaged my chin with my finger. “I know. And in five minutes after the news break, the names of every corrupt agent you’ve ever worked with go live. Offshore accounts… The entire Epstein File… And oh, the footage of you bending over and letting one of your agents screw you from behind.” My smile widened at the horror in his eyes. “Yeah. I know of that too. And seriously, do you want your children and grandchildren googling your face and finding all of that?” His jaw worked as he ground his molars, his whole body heated up.

Martin nodded even if he didn't believe her. Anabel got to the room, pulled off her bra and started with her n**ples. She did some strippers' moves and laid with her back on the bed, the cucumber in hand. Anabel took off her pant and stroked the cucumber like it was an actual d**k. Then slowly and gently, she inserted it in her p**sy, her eyes closed, letting out soft moans. Martin who did not believe Anabel's story of eating the cucumber walked stealthily to her room. The door was half closed so he peeped through. He watched when she played with herself till she started f**king her own p**sy.

Already settled out of court - I’ll have to do twenty hours of community service and pay a hefty fine. Canceling my contract with my agent, Landon? She already has one of the lawyers looking over the fine print and preparing whatever is needed to fire him as my agent. And last but certainly not least, dealing with Jackie Sesna and her claims that I am impotent. Just the topic a man wants to discuss with a room filled with aging men and his sexy ex-girlfriend, I think I’d rather be dropped in a den of ravenous lions with raw meat strapped to my ass than have this conversation.

“One person lies down. The other touches…shoulders, arms, chest, legs. Nothing between the legs yet. While you touch, use dirty talk. Tell your partner what you like about their body. Keep it positive and real. The camera will record everything so you can watch it back later and see how you look.” Amy went first with a guy named Ryan. She lay on the mat while he knelt beside her. His hands moved slowly over her shoulders, then down her arms. “Your skin is so soft,” he said quietly. “I love how your tits look in that top… can’t wait to see them bare.” Amy smiled, relaxing. “Keep going fucking tell me more.” It felt strange watching, but also normal. No one laughed and no one judged. Then it w