The Agency
By L.C. Lockwood
Copyright © 2013 L.C. Lockwood
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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Cover photo © Sex Mode & Digestion vs Gary Alan Holzauer
Designed and Edited by L.C. Lockwood
CHAPTER 1
“Are you kidding me?!” I yelled into my phone as I paced around the office. “What do you mean they aren’t casting her?! She’s been in three blockbuster movies, has a huge fan base and a fucking Oscar for Christ’s sake! Are these people out of their minds?”
It was way too early in the morning on a Monday to be dealing with clients, but I had to do it. Being an agent to some of the top Hollywood talent required me to not only be ferocious on the phone, but also wake up running. Phone calls would come in at all times of the day, from directors and producers in France or London or South Africa. They would constantly find new things with my actors to complain about. This one is too blonde. That one is too skinny. She talks like a disabled duck. I literally have heard it all, but somehow I managed and I managed pretty damn well. So well in fact that I found myself as owner and lead agent in one of the top agencies in America; The Elite Society Agency and Talent Group, ESA for short.
I wasn’t always this man-eating, take no prisoners type of gal. I used to be naïve and innocent, coming out to Hollywood to try my hand at a life of fame and fortune, bundled up with my own daddy issues and low self-esteem. I thought being in front of the camera would help me break out of my shell and find that inner, confident Angelina Jolie every woman thinks they have inside. Little did I know, I wasn’t cut out for being in front of the lens. Instead, I soon found myself behind the camera working as an assistant to famed agent Mason Cooper. He managed talent that would earn him at least $500,000 per film, and he had a few of those films every couple of months. He had exuberant amounts of money, was extremely charming, good-looking and knew how to get exactly what he wanted with dangerous precision. He was manipulative and I was very malleable.
In fact, Mason Cooper was everything an agent needed to be. He was charming with a smile that could melt a room and piercing blue eyes that could persuade anyone to bend over backwards for him, mostly figuratively sometimes literally. He was also cutthroat and would do anything for his clients to book that lead role, because that just meant a new Ferrari in his driveway. Being his assistant was brutal but also extremely rewarding and helped me learn the ins and outs of the business from the best. It gave me really thick skin and made me realize that representing actors and making huge amounts of money was what I was destined to do. Under Mason’s keen eye and calculating ways, I shed my innocent, ingénue persona and found myself becoming more precise with my words. I found ways to manipulate myself out of situations and on to better opportunities. Working for Mason taught me everything I needed and gave me confidence I had lacked for most of my life. It also lead to some extremely hot sex between us. Sure, I had to make at least a dozen coffee runs and clean three BMWs every other day, but having one of the most powerful men in Hollywood enter you with his stiff, oversized cock every evening and on most of his lunch breaks was surreal. The orgasms would come one after another until I would have to tell him to stop, otherwise I would have to crawl out of the office.
But of course, what's the first lesson they teach you ever? Don't sleep with the boss. Then again, Hollywood never follows the rules, and Mason Cooper was no exception. Having sex with him was my choice, it gave me power over the regular people in this town by giving me power over one of the most influential people in the town. At first, I was blinded by the glitz and glamour. I was distracted by his perfect physique and his incredible sexual prowess. But it wasn’t long before I found my true identity in the Hollywood scene. I created my own character, and it was no longer a boss fucking his assistant. I started to crave the control and realized that it was really me who had the upper hand. Having him pound me on a regular basis was only a perk and something I gave him, not the other way around.
I realized I had grown ruthless when it came to my aspirations. It only took me seven months until I got the hang of things and left my assistant job to take a job as a full-fledged agent at a small boutique talent company. I still stayed in touch with Mason, his connections were too good to lose and his cock was too thick to forget about. But I kept it at that, always keeping my emotions separate from my goals.
Another year goes by and I save enough to open my own agency. By now, I had built an impressive client roster, boasting A-list up and coming talent that was netting me at least $100,000 a gig. I was finally making it and my own agency was running on its feet in less than a month. People were suddenly saying my name left and right. "Have you seen the clients that Blair Stone represents? Literally, like the hottest guys in the business, and the girls are stunning. They are not only gorgeous but they have incredible talent!"
This success also brought on envy, especially from Mason. I was no longer the young, naïve girl who he thought he was taking advantage of with no strings attached. Instead, I was the powerful woman who started flipping the tables and stealing his spotlight.
The last straw between Mason and I was when about ten of his most successful clients dropped him and came over to my agency. This sent him over the edge, starting a smear campaign in hopes of ruining my reputation and bringing me down; back to the little moldable girl he thought I was. Joke was on him though when people began praising me even more. Mason Cooper was starting to just collect dust on the shelf of Hollywood has-beens.
I loved hearing that amongst the industry. It meant that my clients were valuable and it wasn't long until I started seeing the benefits. Bookings were through the roof and my bank account was quickly climbing beyond what I had even expected. Soon, everything was just the way I wanted it to be. I was the happiest I had ever been, especially when I would drive into work and park my brand new Bentley. Life was perfect, I felt as if nothing could bring me down. And boy was I wrong.
CHAPTER 2
It was April, and the weather was perfect as always. Not a cloud in the sky, with a light breeze rolling through. The perfect day to forget about work and just lay out by the pool. I called my assistant and told him to only roll over calls that were absolutely urgent; I was talking about the type of “Holy Shit!! Lindsay Lohan just ate ten crack brownies” type of urgent. I then decided I hadn't gone to the Chateau Marmont in a few weeks and felt as though I needed some R&R, surrounded by only the fellow rich and famous.
On the way there, my phone started to ring. I checked the caller id and noticed a number that seemed vaguely familiar; I just couldn't pinpoint exactly where it was from. My incompetent assistant probably connected me to a call about how Pitt was given a ham sandwich instead turkey. And here I thought I could forget about work for a day.
"Hello, you've reached Blair, who's this?"
"Blair, wow I almost forgot what you sound like. It's Mason! How's everything going?"
Mason? As in Mason Cooper? As in the man who helped me reach the top of the entertainment industry food chain? I stopped talking to him when he tried that whole ruining my reputation thing by writing
on different blogs and going on the interview circuit, saying how I slept my way to the top and had no real idea of what I was doing. His steely blue eyes may have gotten him far, but they couldn't disprove the talent that I kept in my roster. My name was written in gold and Hollywood wasn't changing it that easily. So why the fuck was he calling me?
"Mason. It certainly has been a long time. Unfortunately, I still remember exactly what your voice sounds like. I hear it about every other week on some new interview show. What's next, Dr. Phil?"
"Ah about that. Listen, I wanted to apologize. I acted like a jealous sixteen year old and I had no right. So I was thinking, maybe we could meet up for lunch? I have an idea that might make you forget about everything from before."
Interesting. So here was Mason Cooper, my former boss, asking me to schedule him in for a lunch date. My curiosity was getting the best of me. What could he possibly think is a good enough idea to get me to meet with him? Something else was telling me to meet with him too. It was more than curiosity. The thought of being the one in power over him was, well it was honestly turning me on a little.
"I don't know. Being called a 'slut with the grasp of a two-tentacle octopus' on Oprah makes me think that maybe I have better things to do than to see you." I couldn't make it that easy.
"Yeah, I really can't apologize enough for that. Honestly, you cost me a shit-ton of money when everyone left me. I couldn't help but think that you were working with them while you were my assistant. But regardless, even if we don't meet, I'll give you props. If anything, you're an incredibly savvy business woman and deserve your success."
There was the Mason Cooper I knew. He was pouring the honey on thick. There was definitely something he needed to tell me, and hearing him grovel a bit was just making my body a little warmer. Why did I love power so much?
"Fine. Meet me at the Chateau in 30 minutes."
And with that I hung up. He was probably going to keep sweet-talking me but at that point I was over it. I decided to give him at least fifteen minutes. If whatever he had to say wasn't worth it, I'll just jump back in the pool and work on my tan.
CHAPTER 3
The Chateau was probably my favorite place to spend the time. It was the epitome of class and had all the makings of paradise. It felt as though I was walking straight onto a movie set, complete with an old English style castle, stunning people and extraordinary art pieces. I grabbed my usual table and waited amongst Hollywood's elite for Mason. I was probably five minutes early but knew that he would be just on time. It was always the way he worked.
And sure enough there he was. It was incredible how flawless he looked as he walked towards me. He had on a plain navy blue V-neck that hugged all his very well defined muscles. His jeans seemed tailor made to highlight his perfectly rounded ass while the slight bulge of his cock was slightly distracting. His hair was a rich brown and perfect balance of ruffled yet kept that only helped highlight his deep blue eyes and picture-perfect smile. He legitimately seemed as though he walked straight out of a roman history book, under the chapter "Roman Gods, Beyond Perfect". This was going to be a hard meeting.
"Wow, you're still as stunning as always" Mason said in his smooth voice, bending down to kiss my cheek. He left behind an intoxicating aroma of pure masculinity.
"And you look, well you look OK" I said.
I didn’t want to stroke his ego anymore than what it already was. I knew I should be pissed at him for trying to ruin my reputation, but I couldn’t help and have flashbacks to the intense sexual passion we had shared. He may have turned out to be an asshole, but just thinking about his hard member was already getting me wet. I also noticed there was a hungry look in his eyes as he took me all in. I needed to cut this meeting short before I jumped over the table and had him eat me out right then and there.
“OK, so what’s the deal? Obviously we didn’t exactly end the relationship on good terms. And frankly, I think everything you said about me was vile and ignorant. So what in the world could you possible tell me that would make me even consider, for the slightest second, that working with you is a good idea?”
He took everything I said in stride, his smile slowly disappearing and being replaced by what seemed to be a face looking for forgiveness. “Again, I can’t apologize enough. Everything I said about you was blatantly hurtful and if anything else, I want you to know I’m sorry about it. I did those things in the heat of the moment. To be honest, my business has collapsed and I’ve had to sell all but one of my homes. My clients have all left me and my wife has abandoned me for a hot-shot producer. I’m down to driving a Ford Fiesta for Christ’s sake”
Shit, that was bad.
“I came here because…. Because I want to work for you. Take me into your agency, let me represent some talent and earn you even more money.”
Well this was not at all what I was expecting. I was thinking that he had some exciting business venture I wouldn’t be able to turn down. Or some sort of client deal that we could have made together, but now he was asking to work for me? What in the entire fuck was going on? And why was I getting so turned on by him begging me for a job? The heat between my legs started faint at first but now it was almost becoming unbearable.
“Ok, one question, how the hell did you blow all your money?”
“I may have picked up a bad habit. Plus when the wife left, she took a nice portion to maintain her double Ds and hair treatments. Then that whole lawsuit thing happened and now I’m down to the last of it. Without any clients I’m not making any money. I need you. I need to work for the best agency in Hollywood so I can rebuild my name. I need you, Blair.”
“Wait, a lawsuit? And a bad habit?” I asked, starting to forget about his problems and just beginning to imagine his hard cock penetrating me over and over again.
“Yeah, I got into coke… I’m not proud and I’m clean now. And then I got sued for not paying one of my interns. That took a lot more out of me than I had imagined.” The weirdest part of all of this was that it almost seemed like he was about to start crying. Who would have thought just how much the tables had turned. Yet at this point, I found that I could barely think straight. Passion was bubbling up inside me from all our past encounters. I knew that if I got up off my seat, I would defiantly leave behind a wet patch from the heat and excitement between my thighs.
“Ok, let’s say I do let everything go. I mean, to be honest if it wasn’t for you I would be a no-body. Let’s say I take you in, what would I get in return?”
His face was lighting up, I saw a glimmer of hope shine inside of his breath-taking blue eyes. He had no idea what I was planning.
“I’ll give you a cut of all the commission I make until I’m out and back on my feet. You know how much that can add up to.”
“That sounds appealing… fine. Come in and work with us”.
I might as well have given a ten year old boy five X-Boxes and four Playstations with the way he lit up.
“But you’re not starting as an agent. You’ll be my assistant until I find it suitable to promote you” and as soon as I said those words, I felt myself grow even wetter. Mason Cooper, my assistant. The man who used to be on top of Hollywood was now bending to my will.
“That’s ridiculous, Blair! You know I’m a great agent. I’m good at what I do, I’m not going to sacrifice that while I make Starbuck’s runs for you!” His face was turning a slight pinkish color. Behind those blue eyes of his there was a hint of something, a hint of danger. I had the slightest sense that something was off. Something in the very back of my head was telling me that this whole thing was wrong, Mason wasn’t telling the whole truth. But I just couldn’t help and push those thoughts aside. All I could focus on was the intensifying heat growing between my legs.
“Well you have no other choice. No one else is going to take you in. You’ve lost your image in a town where image is everything. I’ll help you rebuild it but you have to help me first.” I couldn’t take it anymore. I was dripping; every fiber in
my being was aching for his cock. “First thing on the agenda, book us a room.”
“A room? Here? For the both of us?”
“You’re right, we don’t need one. Get up and follow me.” The power in my voice almost took me by surprise. He got up, a confused look on his face as I walked over to the woman’s bathroom. I turned and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him into the single bathroom and locking the door behind us. By then he realized what was going on and a different Mason started to take over. He regained his confidence and immediately began to kiss me, rubbing his strong hands down the curve of my spine. But this was my game. This time I was in control. Well, at least Mason was giving me the illusion that I was in control.
“Get down on your knees,” I commanded, and he did. I lifted my sundress up past my waist and pressed my moist panties up against his face, I braced myself with one hand against the wall and the other holding up my dress as I slowly started grinding down on his face, feeling myself growing wetter and wetter as his tongue rubbed up against the fabric of my lace panties. I could just feel the skin of his wet tongue slide across the sides of my exposed pussy lips. He would occasionally glance up with his steely blue eyes and glide his hands up towards my breasts. As he moaned into my panties and gently played with my erect nipples, I felt myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. I let go of the wall and ran my hands down my own body, pushing aside my lace so that he could fully taste the wetness. His tongue ran circles around my clit, sending shockwaves with each motion. Just as I was nearing the edge, he took his middle finger and ran it down the center of my mound, playing with the lips ever so gently. He took his hand and teased me, slowly inserting just the slightest bit of his finger and sliding it back out. I couldn’t take anymore as spasms racked my body, making my knees weak and my vision blurred.
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