The Agent A Celebrity Smut Story Novels & Stories

Agatha, leaning on her elbows said, “Yes, and I’m spilling your content. So, I’m soaking down there.” “Tsk, tsk, you bad woman, how could you waste my precious semen.” “I-I-I-” “Well, it wouldn’t matter, I got lots of seeds left in me to implant inside of you.” She let out a soft gap. Agatha’s stomach was burning with excitement. He touched her and up and down and stroke her clits making her shudder. “Please- Please,” pleaded Agatha. Laughter crackled from deep within his throat. He licked his fingertips of both their cums. “Tasty.”

“Honey, you have a beast of a cock and the dirtiest mouth this side of the Pacific. You could make a nonexistent libido come back to life with one word.” “Cunt,” he said. “Is it back yet?” I threw a piece of toast at him. “It never left, you dick.” He got up and walked to me. “Good.” He leaned in for a kiss. “You. Me. Later.” “Oh, seduce me.” I rolled my eyes. He laughed. “What are you doing today?” “I have an appointment with my agent. It was to get the stuff for the shoot, but…” I shrugged a shoulder.

Aiden replied by adding a smile emoticon. Sasha returned his messages back, along with an incoming message from Stacy and this was what Aiden was most worried about. Stacy was very aggressive, without being provoked she always tried to seduce him with her body, especially when she also read the story. It must be very bad because Stacy is often paired with Aiden for photoshoots. "Aiden, is this true story about you?" Stacy wrote in her message. "What is the story ?" He replied. "The title is I Know You Want Me. The gossip of this story is based on your experience."

"You're acting like a small child. Get over yourself and help me, or go find something better to do." "Like jack-off in the bathroom?" I walked toward the table and laughed as Frank stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips. "Why do I feel like this isn't a one-time conversation between the two of you?" He shook his head and walked into the room. "Because, Frank, what you guys don't know is that my agent has been sexually harassing me for years. No matter what we talk about, it always goes back to my dick. She should be fired." I turned to enjoy the look on Deza's face.

Before the livestream started, Jezin lowered his voice. “Looks like Gill, the so-called gold-medal agent, isn’t that impressive. The golden PR window is almost over, and she still hasn’t cleaned things up for you. How about this—you publicly admit we’re dating. From now on, we’ll promote ourselves as a CP on the surface, and privately you’ll be my lover. What do you think?” Jezin looked extremely pleased with himself. I sneered. “I’m not interested in a hemorrhoid man.” Jezin frowned. He was probably wondering how I knew he had hemorrhoids.

I broke the news to him smiling sheepishly "I'm glad it was a success. We'll celebrate at home okay, I'm still not done with my meeting" He had not been able to make it due to an important meeting so I sorted everything out with his financial aid. Everything was falling into place and I was excited. The first thing I did as an expert in entertainment was to research my rivals and I wasn't a bit surprised to see that the leading agency in the whole of New York was Starstruck agency and it was only so because of my hard work. A little digging revealed that they had merged with Elliot's agency and now he was the one that ran everything while my step sister, Zia just went about flaunting his mon

“That’s all for now. I need to check T*****r.” I ended the call abruptly and logged into T*****r. I didn’t even need to search—the top two trending topics were already plastered with “scandalous” rumors about me. I clicked into them. Comments kept pouring in—a sea of criticism. I ignored the comments. Just a bunch of gossip-mongering bandwagoners. It would be foolish to engage. Personally, I didn’t care. But my agency clearly felt differently. My agent, Alex Brown, had called three times in a row.

"I do not have the faintest idea what you're talking about. Are you on some kind of drugs?" His face got so red she was afraid he'd pop a blood vessel. "The guy at my house this morning was Walt Alston, my agent. He—" "Your agent?" She lifted her eyebrows. "Are you an actor of some kind?" "You can cut the act, missy. You've been caught out." He shook his head. "It's a damn good thing Walt took a picture of you with his cell phone and sent it to the investigator he has working on my problem. It didn't take him long to find out who you are and what your pathetic story is."

"Tammy, tell me the truth. Who are you with right now?" Tammy paused. She had not expected that question. Because Solomon did not like other people knowing about their relationship, he had never allowed her to admit in public that she was involved with him. Not even her agent knew. "Don't deny it," her agent said, not giving her a chance to lie. "I've been in this business longer than you've been alive. I can more or less guess what kind of situation you're in." Tammy tightened her grip on her phone. Then, her agent had completely dropped her usual attitude. "If you don't tell me now, how am I supposed to handle the fallout for you once you get famous and get found out later on?"

the reporter chimed. "is Mr Agress dating and keeping it in the dark?, follow us as we uncover the mysteries behind his secret woman , Kayla smith" Secret woman? , I fought the urge to laugh. my hands clenching my mug hard. was this attention bad or good?. "well the boss hadn't called so it had to be good...right?" I thought to myself. maybe I should build more on my background, I should pick up a business, modelling?.... that would be too flashy.... hmmm what cou.....