The Agent A Celebrity Smut Story の小説・ストーリー

His voice has a tight and annoying bite to it. "Why did you do it?" I ask him. "Do what?" "Stop the publication." "I didn't do it for you, Mr. Agary. You know who I did it for," he replies. The silence in the room presses on, amplifying my loss for words at Thomas' response. My eyes drift back to the newspaper as I see some of the pictures Crosswell must have taken with his phone. The restaurant kissing scene is recent. The one that happened when I saved Aggy from a bad date. She wasn't a staff member of Smith and Agary anymore when the picture was taken.

The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later. Elias hastily typed in the website information and quickly navigated to the story in question. The story was entitled "My Hot Teacher" and was about a young female teacher who got blackmailed into submission by one of her grade 12 students. The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher.

was limited to things that threatened money, reputation, or both. "There are photographs from the gala," he continued, his voice carrying the clipped urgency of a man who had already been awake for hours. "You kissing an unidentified woman, along with a video from the red carpet that has gone viral. Both pieces of content are trending nationally and gaining international traction. I just got off a call with your agent."

Elite agents in black gear poured in, at least a dozen, led by a tall woman whose eyes glowed with energy. Agents soon started leading the wrecked guests out, and shutting down the livestream. Lila crawled away from me she had cum still dripping from her pussy, but she was now looking up at the agents with broken eyes. I stood there, cock still out grinning even as two agents grabbed my arms. “Mark Crowe,” the lead agent barked. “You are under arrest for multiple counts of superhuman sexual assault, public endangerment, and violation of the Superhuman Conduct Act. You have the right to...”

I just really want him to fuck me and that can’t happen until his meeting is over. I sit there a couple of minutes longer and I get a brilliant idea. I take another look at the desk. There is not a front on the part where Gavin’s legs are. I smile and get up off the couch. I walk over in front of the desk and give Gavin a mischievous smile when he looks at me. I slowly sink down to my knees and Gavin’s eyes go wide for a second. I’m sure he knows what’s about to happen and there is nothing he can do about it.

"You said we had a deal, what kind of deal was it?" "After the worse night, I was desperate to see you again because when I woke up, I realize I was mistaken on you. I was the first man you had an intimate experience... It just that it was terrible and I whole heartedly regret it... believe me... I do..." "I believe you Nathan... I just want to hear our story." "Thank you honey... I did everything to find you... and when I do, I ask you to work for me... and the deal was you came into my condo every time I want in exchange for one hundred thousand___"

Celeste chuckled. “ You little....." “ Oh come on, you knew your identity was going to be exposed one day. Why not sooner?" “ I swear to God, if anything happens to her, I'll kill you." He said and entered his car. He reversed roughly almost knocking her down and he sped madly out of the compound. “ You'll come begging for me soon. " Celeste smirked. ... Beauty was still in the room, she had been up since last after she saw the disturbing post. ' Hidden heir of M. A conglomerate cheats on his fiancee with a prostitute. ' The headlines read. She was tagged as a prostitute.

I told him, somehow, fear filling up my body at the prospects of this man in front of me putting himself in danger for the entertainment of other people with power and money. “No, I won’t play, not really anyway.” He spoke, shaking his head. “My agent texted me earlier tonight, I will probably do the talking, interviews, commercials, meet and greets, all that sort of stuff. But I can’t play Gorgeous, another crack to my knee and I could probably order myself a cane on Ebay.” He smiled, but this time it was me that couldn’t see the humor in it. I swear, if I would ever find out that Caleb somehow played another game, I would probably throw something his way, preferably to his head to knock so

I finally managed. “Wouldn’t it be nice to have so much money that the news of losing one hundred million dollars doesn’t even phase you? I guess it’s true that the ultra-rich are a completely different breed,” the agent sneered. “If that’s all the updates you have for me, I think it's time for you both to go. It sounds as though I have a lot of work on my hands,” I said, glaring at them. “Very well,” said Agent Gatlin, standing to leave.

“You’re nothing but a washed-up has-been, clinging to a past that doesn’t matter anymore.” I met his gaze with stubborn defiance. “You don’t know the half of it,” I said quietly, my voice steady despite the pain throbbing through my cheek. James’s grip tightened on my chin, his face inches from mine. His breath was hot and angry. “You think you’re so high and mighty, don’t you? You were nothing before you got involved with my sister. You’re just a pathetic excuse for an agent now.” I stared back at him, unflinching. “Funny. You think I’m pathetic, yet you’re the one who’s here, playing the role of a hired thug. If I’m so insignificant, why bother with me?”