The Agent A Celebrity Smut Story Novels & Stories

Two weeks later, my agent called. I was in the backyard watching Liam practice his butterfly when the phone rang. I stepped inside, heart already racing. “Brooks, they loved it. Major publisher. Big offer. They want to move fast.” “That’s… amazing.” The words felt surreal. “There’s a condition.” My agent paused. “They want a full publicity push. The works. Interviews, documentary tie-in, public appearances. They’re saying the story only lands if you and Callan are willing to reveal everything publicly one last time. No holding back.”

His agent muttered under her breath, "You should at least ask if she’s willing to go along with this." Only then did Jayden notice Tatiana's helpless expression. "Jayden, you’re an adult now, and you should be responsible for your words and actions." "I can’t use you for publicity because I’m already married." Tatiana held out her hand, proudly displaying the ring on her ring finger to the two of them. Jayden immediately lowered his head, looking like a wilted eggplant. No matter how his agent tried to signal him from the side, he was completely oblivious to the hints.

She’d become his private chef three months ago, and she was after all in his home, but she had still not gotten accustomed to his perfect six-pack, or the muscles rippling down his back as he leaned into the window and looked up at the sky. “Sunny day, Juliette,” Louis said. “It is finally, really, truly Spring. And you know what Spring means? Spring season, Juliette. Spring season. And that means deals and negotiations, players to help, players to swap. I love Spring. Spring is beautiful. And I am at my best in Spring. Today, today is a gorgeous day to close another big deal. Johnny G is being traded and I’ve managed….” Juliette didn’t understand much of what he said about work. He was a sp

It was an oversight on his part. *** Zach settled into his morning mission of clearing the built up story applications with ease. He didn’t blanch at the low level smut submissions. He really was doing well. He fared a little worse with a medium level smut story and averted his eyes a few times. Then he clicked on the next submission and felt that he was being tested. The story was about a couple who only met up for sex wearing masks and had no idea what each other looked like in real life. The synopsis hinted that the man was a CEO and the woman worked as a secretary at his company.

He walked briskly with businesslike purpose, but there was still something I didn’t like about him. “Excuse me,” he started, speaking to Gracie. “I’m Sam Hollier with the Hollier Cross Agency. Are you a model?” Gracie froze, gaping at him as she shook her head. “No.” “You should be one,” he said smoothly, reaching into his pocket and producing a business card. “I’m an agent, and I’d love if we could set up a meeting some time.” “I have no intention of being a model,” Gracie said, refusing to take his card. “Thank you for the offer, but no.”

– I pay not to be noticed. - Not to mention the fact that if any man had fun with her, Babi would be able to rip his heart out with her bare hands. – Ben completed. - I already said I'm not a call girl, guys. – Salma justified herself as she drank the water from her own bottle. - I didn't mean that, Salma. – Ben justified himself. - I want to know when you guys go there, to see what I really do. - When we have money, fine. Ben rolled his eyes. “The down payment is almost half my salary as a celebrity fashion commentator, newcomer to a seedy magazine.

“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

the director asks she nob, "Luckily it's not a voice tracker" "Yeah she didn't I guess, she just wants to know was's the condo her slave's in" The director nob, "sooo Agent X Congrats so any news?" he asks, she shakes her head. "I just got accepted in her wrapped, maybe next time then," she said, and the directornobssb and said his goodbye. "So the Famous Agent x the Seductive and Beautiful agent who is good in everything, who is cool and chill at the same time is being King Shun Yu's Slave haha," Mela said then they laugh, Brittany throws her a pillow.

My screen lights up as my agent's name flashes as the caller ID. "What's up?" Carl had been my agent for the last four years. With his help, I managed to land roles I could only dream about as a girl. "Hey, do you have a sec?" he says, shuffling in the background. "Sure, I do. Is there a problem?" "Just one," he says, and my heart sinks.