The Agency (Billionaire Erotic Romance) (The Agency Series) (2 page)

“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.

He
noticed my reaction and just went harder, not even giving me a chance to
breathe until another orgasm vibrated through my body. I almost lost my
balance, grabbing on to both of his strong shoulders for support. I was
breathless as I entwined my fingers in his thick hair and brought him up to eye
level. He looked me straight in the eyes with such a ravenous gaze. He gripped
the small of my back and thrust up against me, pressing his rock hard bulge
right up against my drenched pussy. I wanted more of him. I wanted to take his
entire cock and just ride him until we both collapsed. But this was my time to
be in control, and he wasn’t getting it.

So
instead of unzipping his jeans and taking him right there, I looked him
straight in the eyes, gave him a kiss and said “Thanks for that, now run and
get me a coffee ok?”

The
look on his face was laughable. It was obvious just how horny he was, but I
wasn’t going to let him off that easy. He had been too much of an asshole.
I had been walked on by guys before
and this wasn’t going to
be one of those times. I promised myself that success was not only going to
bring me money, but also confidence. With confidence came a whole new
self-defense mechanism. “Make it a mocha.” And with that, I brought up my
panties, fixed my hair, and left to go sunbathe at the pool, leaving Mason to
pick up his jaw from the floor and deal with his own throbbing dick.

CHAPTER
4

The
next day meant being back at work and dealing with the bullshit people who
found bullshit reasons to not want my actors. But there was something else
today that made things a little more exciting; it was Mason’s first day as my
assistant. After I got off on his face the day before, I told him to be at the
office at 9 o’clock sharp with three mocha
frappuccinos
along with the week’s edition of People magazine, and sure enough, he was there
like clockwork.

“Glad
you could make it. Hope you’re not nervous for your first day on the job. I
promise we don’t bite here, unless one of those Twilight freaks comes in for a
meeting. Then just stay clear.” I said, as I grabbed the magazine and one of
the coffees.

“Morning
to you too,” he said as he followed me into my office to get the schedule of
today’s events. He was looking just as hot as yesterday in another plain dark
green v-neck and khaki shorts that, of course, highlighted his perfectly
sculpted ass. Shit, it was going to be another hard day.

“Ok,
so I have five meetings today and I need to get Blue Dog pictures to sign my
girl, Jennifer. She’s perfect for that damn movie, I just don’t see how they
don’t see it.”

“Did
you send them the reel she did of her stints in comedy? They’re used to seeing
her in darker roles, this production is much more light-hearted.”

Was
he seriously already trying to out agent me? I looked over to him, brushing
aside a rogue strand of hair that fell across my face. Locking eyes with him
again just reminded me of just how badly I wanted him inside of me. The
moisture between my legs was returning again as I thought of taking his
throbbing member and feeling it fill me. But I couldn’t, not now. Or could I?
Hell, he was my assistant. I was the rich and powerful figure while he was just
groveling for me yesterday. I had everything to gain and nothing to lose.

“Close
the door, I need to discuss something privately,” I told him, sitting down in
my chair and pressing a button next to my desk. All of a sudden, the huge glass
window behind me turned opaque, allowing us to see out at Rodeo Drive beneath
us but no one could see up into my office.

“They
dropped Angelina. I don’t know why exactly but they don’t want her starring
alongside Cruise anymore.” I told him, looking over as the news registered and
shock settled on his expression.

“What
?!
She has an Oscar! How could they pass her up? That deal
must have been huge too.” He replied, walking back to my desk. He propped
himself up on the side, leaning against with
with
one
arm down on my table. His bicep looked like it was ready to break through his
shirt.

“Yeah
I know. Here I was thinking I could buy a new yacht. Ugh, you know what I need?
I need a massage,” I demanded, lowering my head down on the table and inviting
him behind me. I felt him hesitate for a split second then heard his strong
steps walk up towards me and felt his powerful knuckles begin to gently knead
into all the knots in my shoulder blades. I couldn’t help but let out a small
moan as he worked out all the tension that I held in my muscles.

“Is
this how you treated all your assistants?” He said as his hands explored the
contours of my back.

“Just
the ones that needed something from me,” I responded. My thirst for power was
growing just as much as the wetness was spreading out between my thighs. He
touch sparked a heat in me that needed to be put out. I nudged him off my
shoulders and turned my chair around.

“Take
off your clothes,” I said, my voice dripping with lust, “slowly.”

He
did just as I commanded, first starting with his shirt. He lifted it up over
his head in a smooth motion, revealing the sculpted abs and chest underneath.
His muscles rippled with every move he made, making me even hotter. The shirt
was now lying on the ground, next to his socks and sneakers. He slowly undid
his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, revealing black Calvin
Klien
trunks underneath. He slowly lowered his jeans,
turning full circle as he did so. I couldn’t help myself. I slowly started
caressing my own body, letting my hands fall across my supple breasts and rub
against my erect nipples. I let my left hand fall down onto my thigh, trailing
my fingers up the skirt I was wearing and slowly rubbing up against my now
soaking wet pussy. I was in ecstasy as I saw this man do anything I commanded.

The
bulge in his boxer briefs was getting larger by the second. I could see the
outline of his penis head just aching to be released. A drop of pre-cum was
forming on the outside, seeping through his underwear. I wanted him more than
ever, and I knew he wanted me just as bad, but I couldn’t let him have me. Not
yet.

“Get
down on your hands and knees and crawl to me,” I whispered to him.
My skirt now totally off, fallen down to my ankles.
My red
panties were dark with moisture as he crawled over, his shoulder blades making
waves across his back. I could see the arch on his back lead down to his
perfect ass, his biceps bulging with every movement he made towards me. Finally
he reached me and took off my underwear with only his teeth. He threw them
aside and came up to suck on my breasts, I could feel his teeth gently nibble
and my nipples, rolling them side to side with his tongue. I felt the warmth
radiating from his underwear. He pressed against me, parting my lips aside with
his bulge. It was such an intense feeling, having his rock hard member just
ready to burst from his own boxers push up against my wetness.