by Vivien Vale
And when Allie starts to feel that way, I’ll have her just where I want her.
I take her hand and pull her gently into the shower. She lets the water run over her blonde hair that hits the middle of her back. For a while I just watch her.
She's like a golden goddess in the shower. I think I'd like to take her to Hawaii and put her under some waterfalls.
There's a reason she's vying to be a supermodel. She literally makes men think of taking her to glamorous places and doing filthy things to her just because she fucking stands out against Mother Nature herself.
I won't let my mind wander now. I only have Allie for a couple more hours before I have to get back to work.
I get in the shower with her and let the water hit my skin and am immediately intoxicated by the effect of being in here with Allie.
There's something about her that causes my heart to race just a little bit faster.
I have to be inside her again soon. I want to connect. These are definitely feelings I shouldn't be having right now. That’s not part of the plan.
Maybe they're leftover obsessions from high school. I don't fucking know, but for this one moment, I have to give into my need to be with Allie.
I'm not going to worry and I'm not going to strategize. I’ll just allow myself to be, then I’ll worry about the rest later.
After she's nice and wet from the water, I sit down on the marble bench and pull her towards me. She gets down on her knees and immediately starts sucking my cock before I even tell her to. It’s like she’s starved for a taste of my cock.
The warm, almost hot water grazes my skin and it makes the heated sensation of her lips around my thick shaft all the better.
This is one of my favorite places to fuck, in the shower. Especially when you have a shower this big. It's large enough to fit three girls. Believe me, I know from experience.
But again, being here with Allie is different and I can't put my finger on why. I feel so angry at her and those emotions still rise to the surface, but she's tenderizing me in some way that I can't explain. A way I don’t want to fucking acknowledge.
It's feels fucking amazing to be with her. Especially when I look down and see her lips spread wide over the girth of my enormous shaft.
She's hungry for it and I'm hungry for her.
"Fuck, Allie, that feels so fucking good. Just like that, baby," I say through gritted teeth.
She's going down on me with vigor, and I have to say, this girl has some moves that I've never seen before. She's like an expert at sucking cock. I could get used to this.
I don't want to come down her throat, though. I want to come inside of her again.
Right as I'm at the brink of orgasm, I pull back. I get up and I bend her over the marble stool so that I can take her right here in the shower with the water pelting down upon us.
I slam into her from behind, and it's an electrifying feeling. We're completely connected, our bodies so close it’s hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.
We find a rhythm easily and she's quickly moaning again and crying out in pleasure. I've never been with a girl like this. It's never been this good. It surprises even me. And I don't get surprised very fucking easily.
We fuck, and fuck, and fuck. I could do this all day. I want her every second.
But eventually we have to go back to the real world and I have to go back to hating her. So, I pump into her a couple more times, and when I know she's at the edge of her climax I command her to come.
"Now, baby," I growl. "I want you to come right fucking now."
On command, she climaxes right then. Her pussy gets tight as a fucking vise around my cock, and it feels incredible. I take that as my cue to unload inside of her.
A hot flow of cum shoots out of me directly into her waiting pussy. The idea of my sticky cum being inside of her, filling her so full that it starts to run down her shaking thighs is such a fucking turn on. The shower water washes all the stickiness away before we have a chance to enjoy it.
She cries out as she comes. She screams my name. Hearing my name on her lips is like the ultimate satisfaction. I could drink that shit up all day.
By the end, we’re both spent. It's been quite an afternoon. I wash her down with soap and rinse her off. She steps out of the shower and into one of my terrycloth robes.
She looks so fucking beautiful, and I don’t want to admit it, even to myself, but I could get used to this.
I decide then and there that to fully enact my plan, I’m going to need to get her even more addicted to me. I just have to watch myself, though, because if I don’t? I’m toeing the line into fucking dangerous territory.
Allie
I'm back at Hard Pressed, this time in the studio headquarters. It feels good to be here. There's a lot going on and a lot of energy is buzzing in the air. This is a hot company right now, and if I can get more work here, I'll be truly ecstatic.
I hear the producers talking about a pitch for a big commercial piece that's coming up for an app release for the company. I didn't even know they did apps.
That's why this is such an exciting venture. I want to do more than just model. I want to be on camera in every way possible, getting my name out there.
I decide to call my agent and to let her know about this big project to see if she can get me on as part of the cast.
"Hi, Cheri, it's Allie. I'm here at Hard Pressed studios and they've got this really exciting project coming up. Have you heard of it? It's a commercial for an app release. I'd love to be a part of it, so if you have any connections here can you please get me an audition?"
"Oh no, honey, that part's all wrong for you. I don't want you selling yourself short by doing commercial work. Let's just stick to the modeling and do what we've been doing."
I'm annoyed at her, as usual. Is she determined to undermine my career?
"But Cheri, what we've been doing isn't working. I'm barely getting paid enough to cover all my bills, much less eat."
Sometimes I think she doesn't understand the desperation of my situation. Maybe I should've just gone to college and pursued a real career. But I know I can be a good model, that given the chance I could make it big. I guess I just never understood that the stakes would be so high.
Nonetheless, I don't think Cheri works as hard for me as she could. She's happy to take a slice of my tiny paychecks, but that's about it. The jobs I book are few and far between.
Being here at Hard Pressed makes me fully realize just how much I'm missing out on. I think being a part of this commercial could be a real opportunity for me, and yet she seems to see it the wrong way. Because of my stupid contract, without her help, I can't get a foot in the door to even have an audition. This is so frustrating.
I decide to lay it out for her.
"Cheri, if you're not gonna work hard for me then I don't want you to be my agent anymore. I think it's not working out. And I need to find my own way."
"Listen to me, Allie," she says her voice full of rage. "You work under me, got that? I say what jobs you take and what jobs you don't. I'm the one in charge of your career, not you."
She hangs up on me and I realize I'm going to be left to my own devices. If I'm going to get anywhere in this world I'll have to do it by myself.
I'm determined to get a part in this commercial and there's nothing Cheri can do to stop me.
I decide to make myself known to the Project Lead. I've done my spying, and by now I know she's the boss around here. The one to talk to.
I make my way over to her and put on my best air of confidence. I can schmooze with the best of them, and now is the time for that.
"Hi, sorry to disturb you. But I know you're in charge of this new commercial and I just wanted to make sure you know who I am. I'm Allie Baldwin. I'm a model and I'd really like to be a part of this project. I think I can really excel at it."
She looks at me as if she's taking in my measurements, which are perfect, of course. My body definitely doesn
't disappoint. That's why I'm a model after all.
But in this business, it's hard to make it no matter what, no matter how beautiful you may be.
"Oh, your name is Allie? I didn't know your name but I saw your face around here the other day and I have to say, you've got the looks. I think you might be a great fit for this project. I'm really glad you approached me and I think you should come to the auditions."
She scratches down the date and time on a piece of paper that she then hands off to me. Inside, I'm giddy with excitement. This could be my first big break, and guess what? I got it all by myself.
"Thank you so much for taking the time," I say, trying not to bubble over with excitement.
I walk away from her with a renewed sense of confidence about myself. I can break into this industry with or without Cheri. She's never done anything good for me and I think it's time to separate.
I call Cheri back, fully intending to break things off.
"Hey, Cheri," I say. "You know, I don't appreciate you hanging up on me. But I just wanted to tell you that the commercial I was talking about? Well, I just booked an audition for it by myself. I no longer need your services. I don't want you as my agent anymore."
This sets her off into a rage like something I've never seen. Not from her.
"You went behind my back?" She's fuming. "Well, let me tell you something, Allie, you have no rights to your own career. You signed all those over to me when you signed the contract. I own you for the next five years. If you try to break with me, I'll make your life a living hell. I'll sue you for breach of contract—for so much money that you'll be paying me back for the rest of your life. This is a promise."
I drop the phone in shock. I can’t believe she just said she would sue me if I broke with her. I know I was warned of this the other day, but I didn't actually believe Cheri would take it that far.
What was I thinking signing with that bitch? And for so fucking long? I know now just what a shit deal that contract was.
I duck into a corner so that I can try to stifle the hot tears that are now running down my face.
I feel trapped in this job. I feel trapped in my life. With Cheri as my agent, I'll never make any money, certainly not enough to survive. And by the time five years is over, I'll have descended and I'll be past my peak in the modeling world.
I’ve wasted my life on her long enough and yet I don't know what to do to change things. I’m stuck and see no way out. No way to pursue the dream that are quickly dying before my very eyes.
All the excitement I felt evaporates and I’m left empty and despondent. But then I look up and see the one person who might be able to fix this.
Xavier.
Xavier
I’m like the fucking king of my little empire. As I walk on location around the studio, about to oversee events for the new commercial launch, I acknowledge how fucking awesome it feels to own all of this.
In a short time, Hard Pressed has become a leader in the industry, and that was always my vision. I set lofty goals and achieve them. It’s just what I do. What more can I say?
I walk into the main floor of the building just in time to see Allie duck into a corner.
She seems upset and despite myself, I want to go find out what's wrong. I walk over to where she is and peek around the corner to see her eyes flooded with tears.
"Allie," I say with more sincerity than I anticipated feeling. "What's wrong? What happened? Tell me."
She looks at me like she's happy to see a friend. Little does she know how much of a friend I am—or used to be. Because if she knew the depths of my dark plan, she’d know I’m her fucking enemy. Even if I don’t quite feel like that right now.
"Oh, Xavier, I'm so happy to see you. Except I don't want you to see me like this." She wipes the tears away from her mascara-stained face.
"Well, tell me what's going on. What happened?" I ask.
"Fine. Here's what happened," she says. "You know how I've been with that sleazy agent? Well, her name is Cheri, and she's been against me since day one. I kid you not. Today, I saw that they were doing a commercial so I called her and asked if she could book me an audition.
“She said that's not the direction she wants my career to go. She says she's in charge of my career and by extension, my life."
"Wait, what? She threatened you?"
I have the impulse to beat her agent for hurting her, but once again, I have to check my emotions. She's not mine, nor do I want her to be...not for anything more than a fling. Still, there may be an opportunity here.
"So, I went behind her back," Allie continues. "I just felt so enraged by the fact that she's not helping me get ahead. I went directly to the Project Lead, and guess what? She said I may be perfect for the part."
Of course she's perfect. Allie's the most gorgeous girl to walk into this studio in as long as I can remember.
"So, I called her back, my agent, and I told her I wanted to part ways. But she threatened to sue me for breach of contract. And she said I'm under her thumb for the next five years."
Fresh tears are rolling down her face as she recounts the way this fucking agent threatened her. For some reason, the idea of someone else owning her makes me feel possessive in a way I've never known.
I ignore these ridiculous feelings, though, and set about initiating phase two of bringing Allie down. She makes it all too easy being so vulnerable with me. She needs to learn not to wear her heart on her sleeve.
Yes, I'm dying to fuck her again, but I'm also consumed by this need to cause her pain. I want her to hurt the way she made me hurt.
And suddenly, the perfect idea practically presents itself.
"Don't worry, Allie, I'll take care of everything. I have the power to do that," I say. "Please just give me a minute to make some phone calls."
I step away from her and into an empty office. I shut the door and began mounting my next attack. First, I'll make a call to her modeling agency.
They put me through to the director. Within a few minutes and with a few promises, he agrees to let me buy him out. Just like that, it's my agency now. I own it and I own her, only she'll never know it was me.
I laugh to myself. It’s fucking perfect.
I decide it's time to assign her a new representative. I make sure Cheri is fired and I put her with a guy named Harry. He seems pliable and easily influenced by money, so it's not hard to convince him to book his new model client all the wrong jobs.
If she thought her career was suffering before, it's really gonna hurt now.
I talk to Harry and make sure he understands that I want Allie to book the worst possible jobs, with an extra incentive to him for his discretion, of course.
I never anticipated that such a sublime opportunity to take her down would fall so easily into my lap, but things have worked out perfectly.
Harry's scheduled to call Allie in about fifteen minutes, so I can make my move.
I seek her out again and promise her it's going to be okay. Tell her I've taken care of everything. She has a new agent.
"He's the best of the best," I lie. "And he'll take you to the top."
"Thank you, Xavier, for everything."
Her wide-eyed genuine gratitude astounds me. How could someone with that amount of heart have been the heartbreaker I knew back then? She seems so innocent.
But I don't allow myself to fall for it, not this time. I remind myself that she is in show business. It’s her job to make people believe shit.
I kiss her cheek and make my exit before Harry calls.
He's gonna phone her up and introduce himself. He's been instructed to book her for a terribly boring video. I told him not to share the details with her.
But it’s all going to be under my guidance now. I'm going to be calling the shots on Allie's career, but it will all be done behind the scenes. None of it will be revealed to her. She’ll be fucking clueless.
I've got her right where I want her and I never dreamed it would be so easy. She's
gonna pay for everything that went down in high school. She'll never guess that this was all coming from me. And I'm not gonna tell her until the time is right. When I’m ready to crush her.
But for now, all I care about is that Allie thinks I'm her savior, when in fact I'm her goddamn enemy. She's literally sleeping with the enemy, and that makes me feel so fucking good to have that power over her.
Revenge is mine, at last.
Allie
Things are finally looking up. I've been asked to do a video shoot with Hard Pressed and now that I have my new agent, I couldn't be more excited. I think it's different from the commercial I saw going on the other day. As far as I know, this is not for the app release.
It bums me out that I didn't get that important shoot, but this is the next best thing. Even though it's for something else. I don't know what it is exactly, but I’m on the right track, I just know it.
I trust Xavier, and I trust my new agent. At least it's better than working for that bitch, Cheri. This is a big company and to even get some type of work with them is a really big deal. This is my second gig. Maybe a steady stream of jobs is on the horizon.
Hard Pressed occupies a gorgeous building in downtown Manhattan. It's the hub of where every model wants to be. And I'm here. At last.
Walking through the modern lobby makes me feel as though I've really made it. There are agents everywhere talking into their phones and models milling about. Assistants are scrambling to get things done, and every now and then I see an important higher-up dressed in a power suit walking around.
I know the company from the sheer amount of exposure they have. They're all over the web covering everything from news to entertainment, fashion shows and red carpets. Hard Pressed covers all the big entertainment news so the fact that I even got this gig is a major moment for me.
I feel proud of myself. If I do well today, then it could really facilitate things moving forward. I can make a name for myself.
I do wish my new agent Harry had given me a better idea of what this video would entail. I haven't known what to prepare for or anything. But I guess I just have to trust him.