The Agent A Celebrity Smut Story Novels & Stories

“If you tell me you went over the time, shit’s gonna hit the fucking fan, Gina.” “I haven’t gone over the time since you took me on, Mon, and I’m not starting now. The cab was late. I’m here now. Can we get on with this?” My agent cocked her head to the side, her lips quirked. “Hot date tonight?” “If you can call my slippers, ice cream, and Brenda a hot date, then yeah. Smokin’.” “Funny. All right, girls. Show me what you got.” She made a ‘gimme’ motion with her hands, and one by one, brown envelopes rustled out of purses and onto the table.

I wanted to pull it away, but he managed to put it into his mouth. “Oh gosh!” He looked at me while sucking the sweet juices of my fingers. My legs immediately started shaking so bad that I had to hold the door tight so I wouldn't fall. Amaris was coming down the hall. “What is going on here?” She asked.” Walking up to me and crossing her arms, I pulled my fingers away from his mouth and stepped back. “Well, Amaris, Kayla here was finger Fucking herself with your magazine,” he said. I don't know if I could get any more embarrassed. Well she said I like that one too. It's my favorite, so tell me which girl is your favorite. "She asked.”

The question managed to leave my lips, as I avoided his intimidating eyes. "Oh please, Drop the act! I know you are an undercover secret agent for a press association and you are set out to reveal dirt on celebrities and find the skeletons in their cupboard and dig out their secrets to submit to your boss Megan, but sorry to burst your bubble, I have no skeletons in my cupboard. That box is just a box that I paid a hefty sum for to hold my pictures with my mom!" He half yelled, with his voice full of sarcasm. He picked up the box from the floor, picking some picture cards scattered on the floor and threw the pictures across my face.

she said. She pulled out her phone and showed the agent an Instagram picture of his client on the beach. "The caption says, 'Living free. Positive vibes only. Won't be taking calls for a few weeks.' Total douchebag talk for, 'I'm not taking calls from my realtor right now.'" She had him there. "He's probably sleeping in a cabana somewhere with no idea that his house has suddenly become so popular." The agent looked like he had steam coming out of his ears. Never in my life had I seen a human being turn that shade of red.

3 holds her head in place, moaning loudly as she did. On the other end, I circle my tongue over No. 2's clit while Mr Sterling's cock slams into me, stretching me and making me scream against her skin. The room is chaos now, full of moans, cries, the smell of sex and the sound of balls slapping against pussy. ... And the mirrored ceiling above reflects us, three Agency top models, taken one after the other and together by one married older man who hasn't even taken off his tie. I cum loudly, shaking and trembling, and he pulls out at the last second, stroking himself over all three of us.

“We were together for 5 goddamn years and we have lived together for 4 of them, I did your laundry paid your bills and you couldn’t even give me a heads up before you humped her in the back of the car that I paid the EMI for” “See I have no time for this crap, I have a news story. Do you wanna report it or not?” “What’s the story?” “You know that secret club that breaks off couples?” “It’s not a club it’s an agency that helps you get over breakups or helps you to UNlove someone, I did a story on them, remember?” “Ya, the UN-Love agency or whatever, one of their members has been exposed” “How do you know they are part of the agency none of their members ever reveal their identity”

It was a better focus than what Agent was going to use the tool for. "Now, about that delivery? Is it still on for Friday? Good.” Agent sounded far too pleased. “I still can't believe it. You just never know where the no-fur sympathizers are. But Liam's own husband? That's a shock. A no-fur parading around as a Grey-fur and flaunting it in all our faces as a celebrity chef. I can't wait to get him in a Rodeo. The price will be astronomical."

“It’s not a title I put on a door. It’s a promise. Scripts come to me first. I read them, I shred them if they’re garbage, I only show you the ones that fit the woman you are now. Not the girl they used to sell.” “And if the money’s huge but the story’s empty?” He didn’t hesitate. “It doesn’t get near you.” She exhaled, a soft sound that was half relief, half wonder. “You do realize that makes you my agent, my PR, my guard dog, and my producer.” “I’ve worn worse hats,” Damien said dryly. Celeste laughed, the sound warm. “You know they’ll say it’s unprofessional, right? Conflict of interest. Romantic entanglement with your client.”

I dropped the file on the desk, and she looked back at me and then at the file before opening it. "A sister?" She questioned in disbelief, looking back up at me again. "I don't have a sister, this is a fabricated story." "How did you become an agent then? What do I need to know about your background?" I asked. "As an agent, it is never in my duty to reveal who I am." I was about to protest when my phone began to ring. It was an unknown contact, but I picked up regardless. "Dominic Moreno!" A scowl came over my face the moment I figured out the voice that was talking on the phone.

he had dialed his agent, “Hi boss whats up “Buisn Wavy blonde hair feeling the screen . Abigail Roberts was the quintessential American beauty and his first and only agent. Having graduated from Harvard with masters in Business degree she had joined her father agency as a partner and had quickly turned it over into one of the most recognizable names. He remembered at the time he signed though mayny thought he could have done better than signing with a small family agency . But he had been impressed with Abby coming all the way to not only recruite him but had givn him a five year plan of ho she would map out the way so that he could bee the most marketable athlete in the world and break the