Novel & Cerita The Agent A Celebrity Smut Story

Kiran did not reply; he merely stepped back to let Starley take the stage. After setting the tripod on the ground, Starley stared straight into the camera and jabbed a finger at Marshall and the building behind her. "My dear fans, this is Marshall Simmons, CEO of Blooming Group. This building behind him is their headquarters. The Blooming Cream I used is one of their products, and now I'm disfigured. You guys must help me get justice! Uwaaah…” Her acting skills were quite persuasive, and her weeping, mournful countenance instantly aroused the anger of netizens and fans.

And here I was, in a gazebo, in bubblegum pink, because my agent said the offer came in fast and the money was good and I didn't say no fast enough before it became a done deal. The tabloids hadn't run anything new yet. That was the part keeping me up at four in the morning, staring at a ceiling I used to share with someone. They hadn't run anything yet, but they would. Someone always talked. A driver, a maid, a bartender who recognized Greg's face from a magazine or something would see him with a child and maybe that girl, and they would sell the story for less than what my dress cost. And when it ran, this time it wouldn't just be gossip about a breakup. It would be gossip about a has-been

Let's meet now for a photoshoot. Me: Okay. But first I have to tell my agent. Arlo: Fancy rich girl with an agent. Me: His name is Freddie. Arlo: Freddie, the secret agent. Me: He isn't a secret. I just want to tell him to move my photoshoot to the private beach. You can come watch. Arlo: You must want me to come along. What about your boyfriend. Me: Not that it's your business, but I need a break from Hunter today.

My name is Mitchell Chandler, and my wife is Renata Pritchard. On our fifth wedding anniversary, Renata carefully puts together a grand fireworks display. It's for her first love, Samuel Harlow, who has just returned to the country. Under the fireworks, they embrace and kiss. It's a picture-perfect scene. Captured by a famous photographer, the moment makes its way to today's photography exhibition, taking home the gold award. In the audience, Renata's best friend, Vivian Rhodes, turns to me with a grin and asks, "The photo turned out amazing, didn't it? Samuel and Renata really look like a match made in heaven—unlike losers who have to live off their wives. Don't you think so?" I reply

“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.

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."