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Sitting on a purple couch in V tower, you raised your Vphone above your head. Holding up two fingers, you snapped several pictures. Velvette, your new boss, sat beside you on a video call with her associate, Vox. She first contacted you when you started to blow up on Voxtok and Voxtube as a content creator. You already had thousands of followers on Voxtagram, but Velvette promised to make you even bigger. After signing your contract, she took over all your social media accounts. However, when it came to getting you on mainstream media and making you a household name, that was Vox’s area of expertise.
“Vox, I need your help,” Velvette said. “Get your ass down here.”
“What now? Is Val trashing your department again?”
“Fuck no. I’m working on a new project.”
A new project sounded promising, not that they needed anymore on their plate. Vox certainly didn’t need any more projects, but he wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to promote their brand. He told Velvette he’d be there and hung up the call.
“Vox is on his way,” Velvette told you. “When he gets here, let me do the talking.”
“Kay’.”
Velvette leaned in close and held up two fingers to join the picture. You sent her the photo and she immediately went on social media to post it to your Voxtagram account. Vox entered to find both of you on your phones with your thumbs moving at lightning speed.
“Okay, I’m here,” he said, putting his hands on his hips, slightly annoyed. “What do you need, Velvette?”
Velvette raised her index finger, telling him to wait while she quickly typed with one hand. Vox rolled his eyes and then looked down at you, curious about who you were. You glanced up at the flat-faced businessman, sensing his powerful presence. Velvette put her phone away and stood between you and her business partner.
“Vox, Y/N,” she said, gesturing to you. “Y/N, Vox.”
You put your phone away and stood up to shake Vox’s cold clawed hand. He gave you a firm but polite handshake.
“Nice to meet you, my dear.”
“You too, Mr. Vox.”
“Heh. Thank you, but just Vox will do.”
A brief electrical current ran through your arm while you stared at his sharp tooth smile. You respected him, and he liked that.
“Now that we got all that introduction bullshit out of the way, here’s the deal,” Velvette said to Vox. “My girl here sings, dances, does it all. I’m handling her socials, but I need you to get her on TV for her official debut.”
“We can do a live music special on my show and put it on Voxify.”
“Just don’t put me on the fucking radio,” you casually commented, getting back onto your phone. “No one listens to the radio anymore…”
Vox whipped his head around and then grabbed your upper arms. You looked up from your phone, surprised.
“Say that again,” Vox demanded.
“Oh, here we fucking go…” Velvette complained.
The young Overlord put a hand on her hip and got back on her phone. You stared into Vox’s big red digital eyes, his screen close to your face.
“No one… Listens to the radio… Anymore?”
Vox smiled with two red lines falling from the corner of his mouth. His iron grip on your arms tightened.
“Damn right! It’s fucking dead!”
He leaned in closer, and you felt the heat radiating from his screen. You continued to stare at him as your breath became heavy. Velvette glanced up from her phone and raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll handle everything, don’t you worry,” Vox directed toward Velvette. “I got a good feeling about this one.”
Your lip curled into a smile, and you held his intense gaze until he let you go. He turned around with ease and walked away with his hands clasped behind his back.
“Now, if you excuse me, I have to prepare the studio for our girl.”
Vox left the room and then traveled through a security camera. You stared at the empty space in awe of the eccentric CEO.
“Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me,” Velvette said, annoyed. “You wanna fuck Vox.”
You turned around to face your boss, who had her arms folded and her head cocked to the side. That encounter lasted for less than five minutes, yet you definitely wanted to fuck him.
“Heh. You think he liked me?”
“Babe, love Vox, but he can be a total psycho— and if Valentino throws a tantrum and fucking kills you because you fucked his fuckbuddy I lose out on our deal! You work for me, not Vox, so just focus on your shit!”
The short Overlord pointed a finger at you to emphasize her point. You tilted your head back while looking down at her with the realization that she still owned your soul even if she was seemingly nice to you.
“Now,” she said in a calmer voice, pulling back. “Let’s get you into something that doesn’t make me want to vomit.”
Velvette walked off, expecting you to follow. Standing in front of the mirrors, she repeatedly pointed her finger at you to change your outfit. Finally, she settled on a dress with a pink heart in the middle of your chest. It didn't matter whether you liked what she chose for you or not. Velvette was also your personal stylist now. You had to look good, so she looked good.
After getting your hair and makeup done, you and Velvette met Vox in the studio. He got everything prepared for you in a short amount of time. The Vees were nothing if not efficient and opportunistic. You were given a microphone and escorted onto the stage while Vox took his place in front of the camera. Velvette stood on the side with her arms crossed, overseeing the whole thing. The cameraman counted down three seconds and then pointed to Vox.
“Hello Pentagram City!” Vox said enthusiastically. “We have a very special musical performance for you tonight. A fresh voice, a new face, an icon in the making. You’ll know her, you’ll love her! Please give a warm, hellish welcome to Y/N!”
The sound of a cheering crowd filled the studio despite there being no live audience. Vox gestured to you off-screen, and the cameraman moved the camera in that direction. You couldn’t have asked for a better introduction. Now, you had to live up to the hype he created. Smoke surrounded your feet as an electronic pop beat started to play, and you took a few confident steps forward.
“♪ Baby, everyone gonna know my name
I light up the stage, I play the game
A pop sensation, soaring high
My music’s on repeat, can’t deny ♪”
You put up an index finger and swayed your hips. Female background dancers came out of nowhere and spun around in sync.
“♪ Oh, Oh, Jazz is dead, don’t care
Did you really think I’d share?
I’ll keep on rising, higher and higher
My music will never expire ♪”
Meanwhile, demons gathered around the televisions on a city street to watch your performance. Alastor, also known as the Radio Demon, walked past the screens only to take a few steps backward. He turned his body toward the televisions and tilted his head to the side, wearing his permanent smile.
“♪ I got hell’s princess right here
Let me just make that clear
I’m here to stay
O-O-O-Okay? ♪”
You spun around and then looked over your shoulder at the camera. The backup dancers continued to snap their bodies in rhythm with the beat.
“♪ Oh, Oh, Jazz is dead, don’t care
Did you really think I’d share?
I’ll keep on rising, higher and higher
My music will never expire ♪”
Vox was smiling wide off-screen, drooling the two digital red lines. Your subtle shots at his arch-rival made him so happy. He disappeared into the lights and reappeared near Velvette, who was smiling.
Vox: “♪ Hahaha! I found a fucking a star! ♪”
Velvette: “♪ I’m sorry, you? ♪”
Vox: “♪ I’ll make sure she’s goes so fucking far! ♪”
Velvette: “♪ Yeah. That’s what we’re gonna do. ♪”
Velvette narrowed her eyes at her business partner, who remained fixated on you. Apparently, he wanted you all to himself. You continued to sing and dance along with the backup dancers.
“♪ Oh, Oh, Jazz is dead, don’t care
Did you really think I’d share?
I’ll keep on rising, higher and higher
My music will never expire ♪”
On the street, Alastor straightened his head and walked off with his microphone staff in hand. The pop music and your voice got further and further away as the demons continued to crowd around the televisions.
“What a terrible and annoying song!” Alastor exclaimed cheerfully.
You were not worth his time or energy; you were just another attention-seeking wannabe like the Vees. You finished your performance and blew a kiss to the camera. Vox disappeared into the lights and reappeared next to you. He put an arm around you and pointed at the camera.
“What did I tell you!” He exclaimed. “The future of music, baby, right here! Hell’s Pop Star Princess!”
You smiled and savored being pressed up against Vox’s body. He was warm like any machine would be. You weren’t entirely sure how much of him was machine and how much was man, but you were curious to find out. When the cameras were cut, Vox turned toward you fully and firmly held your shoulders.
“Babe, that was fucking incredible! But don’t take my word for it. Velvette?”
Vox turned halfway around while keeping one hand on your shoulder and gestured to Velvette. She approached both of you with her phone and scrolled through the feed.
“You’re trending so hard right now.”
Vox turned back toward you and gripped your shoulders even firmer. He leaned in, bringing his screen close to your face.
“And this is just the beginning! I’m talking live concerts, guest appearances, commercials, hell I’ll even let you be the new face of VoxTek’s products!”
“Slow down, Vox,” Velvette warned. “You’re not doing shit without my okay.”
Vox turned back toward Velvette and put an arm around you again. He chuckled softly while his associate stared him down.
“Velvette, sweetheart, I just wanna make sure everything we do is a success. You know that.”
“Yeah, yeah. We’ll talk about this tomorrow. Let’s fucking celebrate.”
“Heh. Sounds good to me. I’m in a real good mood right now!”
Vox kept his arm around you as he took out his phone to make a call. Velvette also took out her phone and pressed it against her ear. You listened as they both talked simultaneously to organize a party.
You, Vox, and Velvette entered a dimly lit room crowded with people. There was a bar and music playing in the background. You stood between the two Overlords and noticed Valentino, the last of the Vees, sitting on a couch nearby. He blew a heart-shaped smoke ring and then walked over to you with his long cigarette in hand.
“So this is the Pop Star Princess everyone is talking about.”
Valentino leaned forward and grabbed your chin to move your face from side to side, examining you. You did not like that. He then released your face, straightened, and took a puff of his cigarette.
“I’m sure I have a part for her.”
“She’s a pop star, Val,” Velvette said, slightly annoyed. “Not a porn star.”
“I have to agree with Velvette,” Vox said. “That’s just not the image we’re going for here.”
“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
Valentino looked directly at you, and you scrunched your nose in disgust. Velvette walked off, expecting you to follow. You paused and glanced over your shoulder at Vox talking to Valentino. He caught your gaze briefly before turning back to his partner. You remembered what Velvette told you about them and figured pursuing Vox probably wasn’t worth it.
You were sitting on a couch, scrolling through your phone with one leg crossed over the other while your boss was socializing. Honestly, you were bored. Then, Vox sat down beside you, leaving very little space between your bodies. You looked up from your phone to find him holding two martini glasses, each with an eyeball skewered on a cocktail pick.
“Not having fun, my dear?” Vox asked, handing you one of the martinis. “This is your party, after all.”
“You call this a party?” You said sarcastically, taking a sip of the drink.
Vox chuckled breathlessly and put a hand on your bare knee. You looked at him as he took a sip of his martini.
“Maybe I can make things a little more… exciting for you.”
The charismatic Overlord ran a single claw up your leg, scratching but not hard enough to draw blood. A shiver was sent down your spine from the bold action and his suggestive tone.
“What about Valentino?”
Vox looked over his shoulder at his partner, who had his arms around two girls. You looked over at Velvette, laughing with a small crowd of admirers.
“Don’t worry about Val or Velvette,” he assured you. “I’m the one who’s in charge of shit around here.”
“In that case… I really wanna fuck you.”
“Heh. You’ve got good taste; I’ll give you that.”
Vox confidently sipped his martini, his already inflated ego growing even bigger. He loved the lustful look in your eye and that you hung onto his every word. And most of all, he loved your shared hatred for the Radio Demon.
“I knew there was something special about you the moment I saw you. And boy— did you prove me right! Haha! And that part about jazz being dead— fucking brilliant! It’s SO true!”
You sipped your martini, your ego growing bigger every second you spent with Vox. He showered you with compliments, and you didn’t want him to stop. Standing up, he extended a hand toward you.
“Stick with me and the Vees, and you’ll have everything you could ever want.”
It was a big promise. A promise Velvette made to you, too. You took Vox’s hand, and he pulled you up from the couch. He took your martini glass and left both drinks at the bar. Velvette saw the two of you leaving together in the corner of her eye and then pushed a sinner out of the way to see better.
“Un-fucking-believable, Velvette scoffed, folding her arms. “Vox, you horny bastard.”
In the elevator, you made out with Vox, which you didn’t think was physically possible. His digital tongue extended just far enough to play with yours. It felt like sparks of electricity danced across your tongue— not so different from eating Vop Rocks. It wasn’t unpleasant— that was for sure.
“Heh. You just couldn’t wait, could you, slut?” Vox asked rhetorically, breaking away for a moment. “You want me to fuck you right here? Because I fucking will!”
You responded to his threat with another passionate kiss. He then slammed his fist against the big red button on the panel. The button sparked with electricity, and the elevator abruptly stopped. Breaking away from you again, he pointed his finger at the elevator security camera, which sparked with electricity before powering down.
“You fucking asked for this,” he said, pinning your wrists against the wall. “And now you’re gonna get it.”
Your eyes were filled with excitement as sparks of electricity flew off of him. You kissed again as the electricity ran through your whole body. You jolted from the sensation and then moaned.
“Turn around,” he ordered, releasing your wrists. “I’m fucking you how I want.”
You turned around and bent over with your palms pressed against the wall. Vox lifted the skirt of your dress and unceremoniously pulled down your underwear. He took a moment to grin at your exposed skin before spanking you once. You yelped and then smiled to yourself as you heard Vox pull down his zipper. He then gripped your hips, his claws digging into you, and pushed himself in with one rough thrust. You gasped and then moaned, pressing more firmly against the wall. Vox then began to thrust in and out hard and fast. Sparks flew off of him as the light in the elevator flickered. You felt little shocks inside of you, which only added extra pain and pleasure to the whole experience. Both of you were running on a high from your recent success and the promise of future success.
The light in the elevator began to flicker sporadically, and the shocks inside you became more intense. Your nails dug into the wall as you repeatedly moaned the Overlord’s name.
“F—Fuuu—uuck,” he said, throwing his head back in a distorted voice, buffering. “S-S-Sh—it.”
At the exact moment Vox reached his orgasm, you felt as if you had been electrocuted. The light in the elevator went out, and Vox’s screen went black. After a few seconds of total darkness and silence, the light came back on, and Vox came back to life.
“Fuck— I reaaally needed that.”
Vox pulled out and casually zipped up his pants as if nothing had happened. You remained in the sex position, your palm pressed against the wall, mouth agape, eyes wide, hair frizzed. You blinked several times before pulling up your underwear and smoothing your skirt. Vox pointed at the security camera, making it turn back on.
“I believe we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well,” Vox said, fixing his bowtie. “I look forward to working with you and changing the future of music forever.”
He grinned at you before disappearing into the camera to go to his room. You needed a second to process everything that just happened. Vox gave you a quick but hard fuck, and you were addicted. You needed him again. After pressing the red button, the elevator resumed moving upward. When it opened, you saw Velvette standing there with her hands on her hips and her eyes fixed in a scowl. You pressed the “close elevator” button repeatedly to escape her wrath.