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Angel and the Agent: Part Two - Commit and Submit (Amelia Stark)


Angel and the Agent: Part Two - Commit and Submit by Amelia Stark

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Angelina Carter, desperate to get into movies, finally finds an agency that will put her on their books. The young starlet is looking for regular work in normal run-of-the-mill films. However, Damon Sanderson and Jenny Cole, who run the company, are determined to change Angel from a shy, timid youngster to an experienced submissive starlet.

Most of the parts they find for their girls involve adult content and porn, in which the girls have to wear all manner of fetish clothing or nothing at all. Angel has never been spanked or taken her clothes off in front of the camera, so there is a lot of ground to cover.

Jessica, Damon’s favourite girl, help the pair get Angel’s signature on a contract, so the training can begin.

This is the second part of a story in which Angel continues her slide into the dark world of ‘X’ rated movies. This book contains descriptions of explicit sex acts and deviant behaviour. It is therefore only suitable for mature readers above the age of 18

Product type: EBook    Published by: Amelia Stark's Erotica     Published: 8 / 2018

No. words: 20741

Style: Male Dom - M/F, Fem Dom - F/F

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Excerpt

1. Angel – Friend or rival?

Damon Sanderson’s office was more like a living room in a private house, than a space where contracts were discussed and signed. Beyond the large oak desk, I was sitting on, stood a pair of sofas, a dressing table and an oblong table with six high-back leather chairs. Also, below a line of framed portrait photographs stood a long clothes rail, chockablock with what looked like gothic and fetish clothing.
The businessman was not only the co-owner of Sanderson and Cole Talent Agency, he and his partner owned four fetish-wear shops, situated in the West End of London. I arrived at the one in Dean Street, just before 8 o’clock, having been given a difficult set of instructions. I was meeting Damon for the first time, and the challenge was to play the role of his best friend’s daughter; who just happened to have a crush on him.
Purporting to be an actor, I could hardly turn down the chance to showcase my skills. Earlier, I went to one of Damon’s other shops, where his favourite girl, Jessica, worked. She explained I had to wear a goth outfit for the audition. She dressed me in an extremely tight corset that felt as though the air was being squeezed out of my lungs. The black latex skirt and lace top I had been wearing, now sat folded on a chair, leaving me dressed in just a pair of black stockings and the tight corset.
As I tried to tie the bows on the sides of the flimsy panties that fell apart so easily, I tried to work out where I went off the rails. The Audition that Damon’s assistant set up was insane. I suspected all along that the task was designed to trick me into letting my guard down, and it worked!
The tall, powerful agent didn’t directly force me to do anything against my will; and, he asked me several times during the audition if I wanted to continue. Each time I agreed, so I only had myself to blame. I told him I wanted to avoid parts in adult movies, but he ignored me. Instead, he used all his charm to continue beyond the audition, as though I was still playing the besotted daughter of a friend.
Fiddling with the satin ribbon ties, I could still feel the sensation caused by his massive cock. He stretched and penetrated my quim, beyond the limits I thought possible. The man had such a dominant persona, he soon sweettalked me into giving him a lap-dance; and it didn’t take him long before he was thrusting his dick into my succulence.
The door opened and a girl entered. I blinked in surprise when I realized it was Jessica. I only recognized her from the outfit which she was wearing when we walked from the Noel Street store to Dean Street. She had drastically changed her appearance by removing her black wig and goth makeup. Seeing her shoulder length blonde hair and fresh, healthy countenance, for the first time, was a big surprise.
“What’s the matter?” she asked as she approached.
“Jessica, you look so different…”
“What? Less attractive? Prettier?”
“You look gorgeous, you really do.”
Her normal serious expression pulled into a huge smile. “Kid, I believe you.” She looked down. “Having trouble?”
I held up the panties. “I’m all thumbs. I can’t seem to get these ties…”
“Here, let me do that for you.” She took them from my trembling hands.
My nerves were still jangling from the rapidly escalating events and the awesome sex with Damon. The truth was that I was relatively inexperienced, even though I had two boyfriends at university. However, they were like pussy-cats compared to the man who brutally shafted me right there on the desk.
“How did you get on?” Jessica asked.
Having tied the bows, she placed the panties on the desk beside me and then parted my knees. Still dazed from my earlier ravishing, I didn’t object to her, first revealing my thrusting pussy, and then studying it. When she dressed me earlier, she took the opportunity to touch it with her nose. I had never been so shocked since a girl assaulted me in the showers at school, but Jessica’s attentions were welcome, while the other girls’ weren’t.
“Didn’t he tell you, Jess?”
She looked at me sternly. “When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer it.”
“Oh, I’m sorry…”
Having moved forward, between my knees, she held her hand up. “Don’t take offence!” she said calmly. “Let’s get one thing straight, Kid. I’m the number one around here and Stephanie is number two. The group respect me and do as I say. Damon and Jenny expect me and Steph to keep an eye on nearly thirty wannabe starlets and it aint easy.”
Her hands moved up my stockinged thighs and stopped to fiddle with the taut suspenders attached to my corset. Along with my stockings, the tight, restrictive corset was my only other item of clothing.
She was behaving like Damon and had earlier expressed a desire to explore my sex. When Damon laid me on the desk and ravished me, I figured that Jessica’s interest was an act, but now I wasn’t so sure. She stroked my smooth mons with her fingertips.
“Let’s start again, Angel. How did you get on?”
I guessed I had to tell her everything, otherwise I was going to piss her off. “The audition went well, I thought. I wasn’t sure about giving him a lap-dance, especially in this…” I lifted the fronts of my tits and noticed Jessica’s eyes focus on my still erect nubs. “He called Steph in to demonstrate what he wanted me to do. She taunted him during the dance, but he didn’t touch her…”
“He can’t, cos she’s one of Jenny’s muffs…”
“Muffs…?”
“Muffs and buffs. That’s what they call each other’s girls. The two groups are also split into ‘A’ and ‘B’. At the moment there are only three of us in each of the two ‘A’ groups. Tonight, three girls have joined us from the ‘B’ group to try and get promoted.”
“What advantages are there being in the ‘A’ group?”
“More money, more exposure to the men in suits, a room here.”
“What about the ‘B’ group?”
“They live above the shop in Warwick Street. Small rooms, two to a room. They mainly staff the shops. Damon and Jenny look after them and find them plenty of acting work – well, enough to keep them all happy.”
“So, you’re a buff…” I said thoughtfully. “And, Stephanie is the number one muff?”
“Yes, Jenny really likes her. Remember anything you say to her will go straight back to Jenny. Actually, this isn’t a secretive or divisive agency – apart from the rivalry between me and Steph to be the number one girl.”
“I think Damon wanted to touch Steph. She really taunted him.”
“It’s a game they play and we’re their toys. Steph knew that Jenny would have gone nuts if he touched her.”
“And you put up with their behavior?”
“Kid, if you’re going to join us, you need to understand the respect Damon and Jenny have for each other’s boundaries.”
“What about our boundaries?”
“That’s something you have to discuss with them, not me. In exchange for a rolling one-year contract, I know exactly what’s expected of me. I was like you before I signed, coy and snotty. But, for girls like us, this is the only way to experience that rush when the director says ‘lights, camera, action’.”
I wanted the same thing, but was she right in saying that this was the only way into the business for me? I had presented my CV at a dozen or so agencies before I tried Higgins & Cox and got nowhere. The agencies I tried, all said their books were overflowing with inexperienced starlets, at a time when things were tough in the industry. The desire to be an actress burnt so brightly in my heart that I jumped at the chance to meet Damon Sanderson.
“Are they an item?”
“You mean, are they fucking each other’s brains out?”
I grimaced. “I wouldn’t put it that crudely.”
“The answer is no. Jenny is as gay as Damon is straight. They’ve known each other since school, twenty years ago, so they’re just old friends. Enough about them, tell me what happened after Steph left.”
“I started on his lap, but I decided to dance in front of him. His hands were on my hips and that’s when he untied the bows on the panties. As soon as they dropped to the floor he pulled me back onto his lap. You can imagine what it was like when my thighs were parted…”
She was close, within kissing distance, but leant back and looked down at my pussy. “You’re leaking, Kid.” She dropped a hand and using a finger scooped up a glob of jiz from between my minor lips.
I was horrified when she sucked it off her finger.
“I should go the bathroom.”
“Chill, Angel. It’s not surprising considering the size of his nads. There’s probably a lot more where that came from. Did you do it on his lap, or on the desk?”
She really did want to know everything. “On here,” I said softly.
“On your back, or front?”
“Um, he laid me on my back…”
“Show me, Angel. Imagine he’s returned and wants a repeat performance.”
“I, er…”
“Do it. I’ve already seen your pussy up close. Don’t be shy.”
I put my hands behind me on the desk and leant back, then slowly lowered myself down. Jessica helped to lift my legs until my knees were either side of my tits.
She gently stroked my convex labia, which stood proud of the back of my thighs. “Damon and Jenny call this the ‘burger bun’ position. Some girls have no filling, but you…” Using a finger, she played with my clitoral flesh. “…have extra bacon.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment, or a putdown comment. The finger slipped over my clit and dipped into my sticky entrance. After a quick prod, she withdrew it and sucked it clean again.
“Mmmm, tasty. Do you like to blow guys?”
Placing her hands on the back of my thighs, she lowered her head and licked my lips, while holding eye contact. I must have looked horrified as I nodded my head. “Yes… er… sometimes. What are you doing, Jessica?”
“Making sure you don’t soil those beautiful knickers when you put them back on.” She dipped again and immediately thrust her tongue into my juicy folds.
“Jessica… that’s… that’s… so cool…”
She knew exactly where to prod, where to lap and what to suck. Then, once she had thrilled me for a minute with her aggressive tongue, she started to suck Damon’s jiz from my vagina. Penetrating me several times, Jessica thoroughly cleaned my succulent entrance.
She lifted her head and ran her hands down to my butt cheeks, then placing one either side of my pucker, teased the entrance. “What about your clacker. Did he double dip?”
“No, he… he only used his thumb.”
“Like this?” She eased both thumbs in and stretched the tight ring of muscle.
“Jessica…!” With her thumbs fully inserted, she began to tease my wet folds and succulent portal with her fingers.


Author Information

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Amelia was born in Hertfordshire, England, and now lives in a beautiful country setting in the midlands. Working from a small cosy office and with only the occasional company of her pet cat, Amelia weaves her stories, morning, noon and night. She entered the literary world on a notion that she could write more interesting stories than she was reading; and thinks she has succeeded in her goal. An avid reader of BDSM, erotica, horror, science fiction and detective novels, Amelia is determined to bring some or all of these subjects into her own work and hopefully thrill her readers.
All of her work belongs in the BDSM category, but she has written in a wide variety of niches such as Urban, Interracial, Pony-girl, Puppy-girl, thriller and adventure. Her most popular books to date are the Hijack series (3 books), the Frisky series (3 books), the Husni series (9 books) and the Caged & Transported series (8 books/4 compendiums); but there are many more in the library to choose from. 45+
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Amelia Stark's Erotica is a Publisher of BDSM and Erotica stories. All the work is written by Amelia stark, although her work is split between 4 pseudonyms. Her own, Tor Melati, Laura Sinn and Tabatha Wild.


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