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.

“Ugh. I need to get home.” “You’re safe,” Clinton said softly. “You’re with me.” He hesitated. “Hey… if you ever need a job, call me. I’m actually hiring right now. I run CSM Agency.” She stared at him. “Wait. The CSM Agency? You own that?” He grinned. “Surprise.” “And you want me as a model?” She asked, stunned. “Why not? You’re stunning. Maybe a little—” She smacked his arm before he could finish. “Say it. I dare you.”

“Do you want me to show you some of the messages I receive in my DM?” “Yes,” I say, not because I don’t believe him, but because I’m really curious. How weird can they get? He cocks his head. “Sure? Most are unsolicited nudes.” “Um…” “And videos. I’m sure you can imagine of what nature.” Forget my curiosity. “So, swimming?” He nods. “Yeah.” “So you don’t fight anymore.” “Not like my agency would allow me,” he replies. “What if you weren’t modelling?” “I’d already quit before I left. Remember?”

The agent's mouth twitched, "If I didn't come, were you planning to pounce on her and scare your goddess to death?" Benjamin was dissatisfied, "I haven't even said a word to her!" The agent snorted, "The way you looked at her when you were inside just now, you were practically glued to that person! If I hadn't been watching, when you pounced on her, your fans would have devoured your goddess tomorrow." Benjamin closed his mouth awkwardly and after a while, whispered, "She is not what I imagined." The agent glanced at this perfect idol in the eyes of millions of young girls. Who the hell could know that this guy is a voice fetish?

I wasn't going to let this guy just run away without explaining. "So, I was right." The man smiled. "You are Heather Bailey," he said with relief. "What do you want from me?" I asked, not understanding. "Ah, please accept my business card." He was still thrusting the card towards me. I accepted it and read it with Charity. "I'm an agent from a talent agency. I got interested when I saw your face on social media." "This agency doesn't mess around, Heather. They are the makers of many of the country's top models," Charity said in awe. "You've got the wrong person. You'd better go and leave my friend alone."

Scarlett was still dressed as a man, leaning coolly to the side, holding her hands, not taking care of anyone. Over the past year, Scarlett mixed into an ace agent, the artists she brought out, almost all of them could be a big hit, as long as they were watched by her, they would all be red in the future. Tiffany followed Serena's side, quietly said in her ear, "That is K Group's current first brother Lucien, acting skills are very good, this year just picked the title of movie star, but the temper is very stinky, only his agent can cure him, we have nothing to do or do not go to mess with it, there is also the one standing next to the wall, that is the most commercially valuable agent in re

Angela says, her fake smile plastered over her face. “There is one thing you are forgetting when it comes to your offer, Angela” Simone says in an exaggerated sweetness; her own fake smile creeping onto her face. “I can’t think of what that may be” Angela states nervously. Pursing her lips together, Simone glared at the woman in front of her; “you are forgetting my husband is the fastest growing businessman in Rocky Valley. He eats proposals like yours for breakfast” she seethes at her. “I will not accept you or any other agency to get exclusive rights on my models to have them sit around and do fucking nothing.”

Yaroslava herself, that motherfucking pimp, became my agent, in which even more so that he was already almost paying me, money was always welcome, no matter how much I liked sex, talent we sold. Luckily, I knew the area better, I entered a dark street and hid behind a pile of building blocks. He sniffled, cursing, yelling at me to wait for him only a few minutes off, other times, sex was without a work of art, leaving women falling apart in the corners.

“If you don’t, please don’t tell her. If you do… I’m yours right now. One condition: I can’t babysit anymore. We’ll say I got a new job with conflicting hours.” “My lips are sealed,” he breathed, eyes devouring me. “This isn’t a setup?” “No games. You can see how badly my body wants you.” “You are the sexiest twenty-one-year-old I’ve ever seen,” he groaned, gaze tracing my firm breasts, toned stomach, and smooth, glistening pussy. “That ass… Jesus.” I smiled wickedly. “My lips are sealed too. And very slutty.” “Should I undress?” “Strip. I’ve seen what you look like. You liked my photo, remember?”

Then, the four of them walked back into the building, hand in hand, leaving me behind with my heart completely numb. I turned on my phone and immediately saw that Deacon had uploaded a photo of the four of them with huge smiles on their faces. The caption read, "So thankful for my family. The new job starts today! The future is bright indeed." There were plenty of likes and congratulatory comments under his post. I just chuckled coldly and turned on my laptop. The surveillance camera footage from my office quickly appeared on my screen, and Deacon's unmistakable voice came through intermittently. "Gwen Everett? Haha! That stupid bitch still thinks that I'm irrevocably in love with her or som