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.