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Lacy Larson is sitting on the couch in front of Mr Lovell's desk, in his office that was larger than her whole bedroom. She fidgets nervously, anxiety and excitement at what the meeting could be about.
Two years ago, Lacy had been part of an idol survivor show. Except they weren't told it was a survivor show from the start; their relocation to LA and round-the-clock training seemed to indicate that they were being built up for greatness, but the reveal that only 6 of them would debut in the end left Lacy disillusioned and betrayed. She ultimately quit. But a week ago, she had gotten a call from XOXO company, requesting to meet with her. She had no idea what it was about -- rights to her likeness in the tv show, maybe? Deep in the pit of her stomach was a spark of hope that somehow, in some way, they wanted her again. She had been popular with the fans on the show, and XOXO knew it. Her other ventures had always hit a wall. Attempting an indie solo career was nowhere near easy. But if she signed with a big-name like XOXO, her success was all but guaranteed. Despite her prior bad experience with them, she was growing desperate. If she was guaranteed a contract, without any of that survivor show BS, maybe she could compromise...
She tried not to get her hopes up -- it could be a meeting about anything, really. But both her anxiety and hope flared up when she was directed to the top floor of the building. The CEO's office. He hadn't made the call personally, so she had not realized they were meeting face-to-face. He was a busy man, so this must be important to him.
Right now, he was sitting across from her, looking poised as always in his suit that probably cost more than what she made in a month. He had important-looking papers strewn across his desk. She could see her own picture on some of them.
"Alright, Lacy, let's cut to the chase. XOXO is looking to form another global girl group, after the success of our first one. You're one of our former girls we're interested in, and that's why you're here today. Before we continue any talks, is that something you'll be up for?" Mr Lovell started, still looking down at his documents.
Lacy felt her breath stop. She couldn't believe it. Her tiny shred of hope was becoming true. She was going to be an idol! Mr Lovell looked up at her for a reaction and she belatedly nodded frantically. "Y-yes!" she squeaked out, making him smile.
"Good, I can see that you want it a lot. It makes it easier on us too. Saves the time and manpower that goes into scouting. We already know you have the abilities, and we know the fans love you. You're going to draw in quite a crowd."
Lacy couldn't help but feel a flush of pride, trying to hide her smile.
"However, we do have some concerns that I would like to smooth over before committing to anything."
Lacy felt her heart sink as quickly as it had swelled. Concerns? About her?
"You were infamous on the show for telling on your teammates when they went out drinking against the rules. This caused one of them to be kicked off the show and many more reprimanded, and they held a grudge against you after that. I'm sure you can see how behaviour like this may affect group harmony and cause tensions. We don't want a repeat of what's going on with our other group right now. I need to know you can be a team player in a group."
Lacy grimaced. She remembered the incident well, and she definitely did not come off as the hero in it. She needed to put a positive spin on it, and quick. "I-I understand that concern. I can be a team player, of course. I never wanted anyone to get into trouble, I just didn't want anyone to get hurt, I thought telling someone about it would be the best thing to do. I was looking out for the other girls." It was half-true, but it had to be good enough for now.
Mr Lovell nodded. "You have a sweet, innocent look that the fans love, Lacy. However you can't pair that with being a goody-two-shoes, because then we've just got a girl-next-door archetype and we don't need any more of that. Every group is doing that, we need to go edgy. I need to know you can do it and keep up with the aesthetic. I need to know that you can embody sexy"
Lacy blushed at his compliment, and found herself nodding before he had even finished. "Of course! I-I'm very adaptable, I can and will do my best." She was the kind of girl people usually called cute and not sexy, and it intimidated her a bit to imagine herself with that image. But she was going to have to try.
Mr Lovell smiled again at this. His new idol was so wide-eyed, eager to please, and despite what she may think of herself, extremely hot. Her ingénue aura only made her more desirable. She would be a good addition to his company's roster.
"You're a good girl, Lacy. There's just one more thing -- people have said that you don't come off well on camera, and we wanted to work on that."
She didn't come off well on camera? Lacy was completely in the dark about that. No one had brought that up to her before.
"We're not saying you look bad, but those of us who have seen you live and on screen have noticed that your star power doesn't perfectly translate. The fans already love you, and they've only seen you on TV. But we don't want to waste what we've got, do we? So we're going to have to work on that if you want a contract."
For the third time Lacy found herself nodding profusely. That was something she could work on. It was no biggie at all.
"So you'll agree to do some on-camera training with us?"
"Yes, of course I will!" was her eager response.
"Great," Mr Lovell replied, standing up to reach for something in a drawer under his desk. He resurfaced with a video camera and a tripod, which he set up next to his chair.
"Oh- we're doing this right now?" Lacy asked.
"No time like the present."
Okay, well, she could do it. Dancing for just one person would be a little awkward, but she supposes she'll get through it.
"Alright Lacy, we're going to kill two birds with one stone and work on both your camera presentation skills and not looking like such a goody-two-shoes at the same time. Remember, we're going for sexy.
I want you to stay on the couch, and whenever you're ready, I want you to touch yourself for the camera."
Lacy's mind was confused before it registered the implications. "E-excuse me? Touch myself... how?" Please let it be an unintentional innuendo, she prayed.
"I know you understood me the first time, Lacy. But I'll repeat it for you because you've been so well-behaved: I want you to touch your pussy. Rub yourself, or finger your cunt. Whatever you do to get yourself off."
Lacy went white. "W-what the hell? I'm not a pornstar!"
"Don't be so dramatic, it's not like I'm asking you to undress. You can do it over your clothes if you want, I won't see anything. Oh and this?" he referred to the camera, noticing Lacy glance at it. "This is just a prop for the exercise. It's not recording."
He sighed at Lacy's hesitance. "I thought you wanted to prove yourself to me. That you could be sexy. But if you can't, no hard feelings. We have 20 other girls we can call, you know."
"Please don't!" Lacy exclaimed as a knee-jerk reaction. She couldn't let her dream go after it was just in her grasp! "I-I'll do it..."
"You learn fast. If you keep this up you will be the top musician in the group, nay this whole company. Hey, if the camera makes you uneasy, you can just perform for me instead," he gave her a leery smile that made her decide the blank stare of the camera lens was infinitely better.
She could do this. She wanted it so badly, more than her peers.
She slipped one hand into her pants, and started rubbing at her clit over her panties. Ordinarily this would be enough to turn her on, but her discomfort made it hard for her to enjoy it. She knew she wouldn't be able to reach orgasm in this state, but she kept at it anyway.
"Remember your audience."
Her head snapped back up to look into the camera. Unbeknownst to her she had looked away instinctively. If she looked closely she could see her own reflection in the lens, and it embarrassed her. She wondered how she looked like right now. She couldn't have looked very sexy, she was sure her face spelled discomfort. As soon as she thought that, she remembered her instructions. She was supposed to be proving that she could do sexy!
Mr Lovell was enjoying his view immensely. The reluctance on her face made her look oh so adorable, a fawn in the headlights taking part in her own exploitation. The camera captured her expressions and ministrations for his memory keeping.
After thinking about what she could do to seem sexier, Lacy grabbed her breast with her other hand, all my still keeping eye contact with the camera. She squeezed and rolled herself in her hand, the way boys had done to her. What else did men like? They liked her warm mouth, her wet tongue, her sounds. She let her mouth hang open as if moaning, showing off her tongue. Though she wasn't turned on, she let out a few fake gasps and moans.
Not a pornstar, my ass, Mr Lovell thought.
It felt like she had gone on for a while. "How... how long should I keep going for, Mr Lovell?" she asked in her politest voice.
He shrugged. "Until you make yourself come on my couch. Oh, and call me Sir."
She panicked internally. There was no way she could come under these circumstances.
She remembered, it's all about the camera. If she could convince him that she came, then well, that would be the same thing wouldn't it? She wasn't an actor, but dance is also a performance. This was just a different kind.
She rubbed herself harder, and feigned moans more loudly and frequently. She pretended to gasp, arching her back and closing her eyes as though she couldn't physically keep them open anymore. She allowed herself a few more pants, before taking her hand out of her panties.
"Did you come?" he asked.
"Yes," she lied. "Sir," she added after a beat.
"Good girl," he said, standing up and moving to her, and for a moment Lacy thought she had gotten away with it and the interaction would end. "For remembering to call me Sir. But for lying, I think you need to be punished."
She felt tears well up in her eyes. "I'm- I'm sorry, I just couldn't, I couldn't- I can try again, I'll do better-"
Mr Lovell wound his hand onto her scalp and gripped her hair, gently but firmly, guiding her head to look up at him.
"Don't cry, babygirl. Look at me. It's okay. You couldn't make yourself come, so it's only fair that you try to make someone else come, right? And I'm the only other person here, so I guess it's going to have to be me. Unless you want to stop? We can stop any time, you know?"
She shook her head before she even realized what she had agreed to.
"That's my girl," he patted her cheek condescendingly, pulling at her hair until she got off the couch to kneel in front of it. With his free hand he freed his semi-hard cock, slapping her in the face with it before pressing it on her lips. "Get on with it."
She gasped at the size of him. She had never had a man so big, she would need to open wide to fit all of him in her mouth. Instinctively but shyly, she gave it a few pumps and wrapped her lips around the tip. Better to get this over with as quickly as possible. All she had to do was make him come. She pulled his cock off her mouth with a pop, licking at it to give herself more lubricant before taking it in again, going deeper this time. She repeated her actions until she got half of it in her mouth, but Mr Lovell was impatient. Tightening his grip in her hair, his other hand rested on her cheek, and he forced himself in. She gagged and choked, and her hand flew up to grip at his hips, but she did not protest. When he was balls deep he was rewarded with the gorgeous sight of her looking up at him with tears rolling down her cheeks, her mouth stuffed with him. She looked so, so beautiful like that. He savoured the sight for a while longer, before pulling himself halfway out and then pushing back in again. Lacy sniffled and wept, but got better at it over time. By the time he was close, he was practically fucking her face with no resistance.
"Choose, Lacy. Where should I come? Inside, or on your face?" He pulled out completely to allow her a response. "On my face." she murmured.
"Beg for it."
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Please, sir."
After a few more hard strokes, he pulled her hair back so she faced him and then he was coming hard onto her pretty face. She shut her eyes as his come splattered on her face, wincing. He smeared the come all over her face, rubbing it into her skin and getting it in her hair. Marking her as his. When he was done, she looked like a broken doll, and he hadn't even fucked her yet.
"Your mouth is perfect, Lacy. I'm sure the investors would see you as sexy now."
"Thank you.. Sir. May I go now?"
"Now, why the rush, Lacy? You haven't even come'd yet, where would my manners be if I let you leave like that?"
She squirmed in her position on the floor. "Um, it's really okay, I-I dont need to-"
"Nonsense," he remarked. "Get your pants and panties off, and get on the couch."
She whimpered, but when he let go of her hair and sat on the couch, she did as she was told. He had promised her before he wasn't asking her to undress, yet now she was doing it without argument. When her bare cunt was on display, he grabbed her around the waist and sat her on his lap. Her warm cunt landed right on his cock, and despite her apprehension, she was getting wet. She was not as wet as she would like to be taking a dick, but she had realized by now what she wanted now didn't matter. She only wanted to be an idol, and her future was at stake.
"Look at this pretty pussy," he remarked, getting his fingers all up in it and its slick as she squirmed. He landed a few slaps on it, earning a yelp from her that went straight to his dick. His hands went up her shirt, exploring every private area of her. Her shirt was flipped up above her tits and her bra pulled down, her naked body now entirely on display for the camera. He kneaded and squeezed her tits, more forcefully than she had done before. He pinched her nipples and rolled them between his fingers, making her spasm in his lap and cry out. She was getting wetter by the second, and each time she moved involuntarily her wetness spread all over Mr Lovell's cock and she rubbed it with her cunt, preparing the both of them for what they both knew was coming. Before long, he was rock hard again.
She felt him press against her entrance. "Wait, wait," she said through tears, not really knowing what she was doing by delaying it. What she really wanted to say was stop and let me go, but she knew it was as good as saying count me out of the girl group.
"Tell me to stop, and I will. You are in control, Lexie," he told her. She wanted to cry even more. She knew it wasn't true, she knew. But she couldn't even disagree. All she could do was let herself be used like a whore by a man old enough to be her father.
A hand reached up to stroke her hair, comforting but sinister. "If you want to go on, I want you to tell the camera. It's just for training, don't worry. Go on, tell the camera what you want me to do to you. Tell it you want it."
Laacy locked eyes with the camera once more. "I-I want it," she whined.
"Come on, babe. Have I not been training you well? You can do better. I want full sentences, I want descriptions."
An hour ago, Lacy would have felt total humiliation. Now she only felt like she was at the whims of the XOXO CEO.
"I-I want Mr Love- Sir, inside of me. I want him to fuck me. I-want to sit on his cock, and-and.." she cringed at herself. She didn't have much sex vocabulary for crying out loud, and she definitely couldn't remember all of them when she couldn't even think straight. She didn't think she looked sexy right now, she looked pathetic. Thankfully, Mr Lovell was satisfied.
He lifted her up slightly, his cock nudging at her entrance. His hips snapped up as she was hauled down. It was too fast and too hard. Lacy screamed. She wished she had fingered herself earlier, to open herself up more and have been more prepared to take this large cock. Her tears intensified, and she was whimpering and squirming at the smallest movements. Mr Lovell held onto her hips to keep her still, which only made her take in the fullness of his cock inside of her. At this angle, she felt impossibly close to him.
"This is your test, Lacy. Ride me," Mr Lovell instructed, mouthing at her neck in a sensitive spot, causing her to shiver. With her legs still shaking, she started moving up and down, feeling her wetness run down her cunt onto his dick as her body raced to catch up with having a massive cock inside of her. It was a blur, doing her best to satisfy her CEO but knowing her riding was erratic at best. He humoured her for a bit, before the guise fell apart and he gripped her hips and controlled her himself. He raised his hips as he pulled her down to meet him, hammering a steady pace into her and reaching depths no one had reached inside of her before. She let herself be manipulated, moaning wantonly through it all.
"I need one last thing from you, Lacy baby. I need you to look in the camera and tell them how good this feels. Tell them how much you want it, how much you like my big cock inside of you," he whispered against her neck.
She looked into the camera with her dazed eyes and tear-stained face. She looked every bit a slut. Her neck was red with fresh bite marks and sucking, her tits bounced seductively with each thrust, and her cunt was split open for all to see. "I love this," she started, cringing but not knowing how to stop. "I want this so bad, I would do anything. I love Sir's big cock, love it inside of me, feels so good, want it so bad," she blabbered on.
She muttered on until she couldn't anymore, her words turning into squeals as his fingers found her clit and rubbed hard. Toes curling, she came hard on his cock, squeezing him impossibly tight. That was the last straw for Mr Lovell, who in turn painted her inner walls white with his come. They pulsed together for a moment as they caught their breaths. Mr Lovell slipped out of Lacy and out from under her, tucking himself back into his pants, looking as though nothing had happened as he went back to his chair. Conversely, Lacy felt immobilized and dumb, and only after a few moments was able to numbly pull her shirt down, granting herself an ounce of privacy.
"Thank you, Lacy. That will be all. Feel free to leave whenever you're ready," Mr Lovell stated matter-of-factly. "I'll draft up a contract for you, and I'll be in touch." He pressed a button on the camera before keeping it away. It wasn't recording though, right? Right?
Lacy cleaned herself up as best as she could in the bathroom, but the hickeys were uncleanable and she no doubt still smelt like sex.
On the way out, a low-level employee she had crossed paths with once or twice looked her up and down and gave her a knowing smile.
"I guess I'll be seeing you around, Lacy. Maybe you can come to my office sometime."