03: A Meeting with the Manager [Malena]
Martina had been modeling for the past six years of her nineteen-year-old life. For the majority of those years, it hadn’t been anything special or exciting for her – a shitty department store sale catalog here, some obnoxious internet celebrity’s boring logo on a black t-shirt there. Occasionally, she got to treat herself to a nice, proper solo photoshoot modeling some scandalous swimsuit for her social media profiles, but those were a lot rarer than she would have liked.
But recently, however, she’d managed to strike it big, scoring a contract with Minx Modeling, the top agency in the business. She could already smell the millions (of dollars and followers), and the ink of her signature on the page hadn’t even dried yet.
And so, when she was called into one of Minx’s studios, for the first time in what felt like eons, she was genuinely excited to do a shoot. She came to work with lots of energy, hitting every pose with more gusto than she’d ever managed to before, with an infectiously cute smile on her lips the whole time.
When the shoot came to a wrap, she didn’t want to stop, and rather than head home right away, she decided to stick around and talk with her photographer, Miguel. Unlike all of the other photographers she’d worked with over the past six years, Miguel was a stud, and she wanted a piece of him.
He had no problem catching onto that fact, as models throwing themselves at him was something he was highly experienced with. And that’s how, a mere few minutes after the two had met for the first time and finished the photoshoot, Martina was already topless and on her knees, slurping on his schlong.
It wasn’t even a deliberate attempt at trying to get into his good graces or get special treatment or anything like that. She had simply gotten swept up in the high of success. Her confidence was through the roof, and she felt as though she could do and get away with anything.
“Mmm, how are you this good at suckin’ dick at your age?” Miguel asked, running his hands through her silky black hair.
She pulled her lips back with a smile. “Lots and lots of practice~!” She then resumed her fellatio, and he continued stroking her head and admiring the sight of her pretty face slurping at his shaft.
When the door to the studio suddenly opened up and in came the clacking heels of Malena Meralda, the owner and CEO of the agency, Martina’s eyes widened, and a panicked sickness welled up in her stomach.
Oh, fuck. She was screwed. And not in the way she had been hoping to be.
She backed away from Miguel in a panicked little scurry, trying to grab her skimpy little top and throw it back over her tits, but the anxiety fucked with her control over her body, and she couldn’t do it, having to instead opt for covering her breasts with her arm and looking away with shame. She didn’t even have the good sense to try and run and hide, not that there was anywhere to go, anyway.
“How did she do, Miguel?” Malena asked, stepping up next to Martina, who wanted nothing more than to curl up until she didn’t exist anymore. She was certain she was about to be shit-canned, having blown her chance at her dream job over one single blowjob.
“Great. She nailed it,” the photographer responded. Unlike Martina, there was no nervousness in his voice. Hell, he hadn’t even bothered trying to pull his pants back up or pretend he hadn’t been getting his dick sucked. He just stood where he’d been standing, his saliva-coated cock glistening in the studio lights. “Think you picked another winner, ma’am.”
Malena smiled, looking down at Martina. “That’s wonderful. Mommy’s very happy to hear that~”
The young model was still waiting for what she believed was her inevitable punishment, and thought she might be about to receive it when she felt Malena’s hand settle onto the top of her head.
But Malena’s movements after that weren’t rough, mean, angry, or anything like that. Her touch was gentle, as she slowly guided Martina to turn her head back towards Miguel.
She was further confused when she felt the owner’s hands gently push her forward, compelling her to scoot back to her earlier position in front of the photographer.
In her confusion, she tilted her head back up to look at Malena’s eyes for the first time, heart still racing.
But rather than a glare or scowl, she was surprised to see Malena looking down at her with a warm, gentle smile. “Be a good girl and open wide for Mommy, okay?”
She hesitantly complied, and felt Malena push her forward again. Miguel’s cock returned to her mouth, and then began to travel down her throat as Malena pushed forward even more.
As Malena settled into a nice, steady rhythm of guiding Martina’s head back and forth along Miguel’s shaft, she leaned over the girl to look the photographer in the face all the while. “How is your schedule looking for this Sunday, Miguel?”
The photographer winced, and not from the pleasure of having his dick in a nineteen-year-old’s tight little throat. It seemed he had been dreading this conversation with his boss. “I…I don’t have any shoots lined up, ma’am…”
“Oh? Any personal plans?”
He wanted to lie and say yes. Oh, my family’s coming to visit me. Yes, I need to take my brother’s friend’s nephew’s pet penguin to the vet. Actually, I think I might get hit by a meteor and die sometime that day.
But Miguel knew it was useless to lie to Malena; she’d never buy it. The only things the richest woman in the world never bought were lies.
He shook his head. “N-no…I’m available for whatever you need me for, ma’am.”
Malena’s smile widened. She then pulled gently back on Martina’s head until the dick popped out from her mouth, allowing the girl to get some air. “Oh, magnificent~! As a matter of fact, Mommy happens to have a very important project she needs your help with.”
Still confused at what was going on, Martina felt the boss’s hands push forward, and she followed their directions, taking Miguel’s dick between her lips again. This time, she felt Malena guiding her head back and forth at a faster pace, and sliding further forward down the shaft.
The feeling of Miguel’s cock thrusting into her throat at the behest of Malena was turning Martina on quite a bit. One of her hands slithered down into her underwear, fingers digging into her pussy.
Miguel grunted, both from the increased pleasure coming from the blowjob, and also from the fact that he was now locked into whatever “very important project” Malena was going to assign him to. He’d done a few of those before.
They almost made his otherwise cushy gig as Malena’s employee not worth it.
But he nodded anyway, trying to put on a smile. He knew she knew it was fake, but he didn’t really know what else to do at that point. “Can I ask what it is?”
“Hm…” Malena hummed, tapping her finger against her thick, full lips, coated in bright red lipstick. “I’m not sure I should speak on it with our cute little model here. It’s highly sensitive information, after all.”
That certainly got Martina’s curiosity, but she knew she was in no position to ask, especially as Malena started pushing her forward even more, until the sounds of her gagging on Miguel’s dick began to flood her ears, making it hard to hear what the other two were talking about.
Malena leaned forward, her huge tits settling on top of Martina’s head, making them pop up more and capture Miguel’s eyes. God, what he wouldn’t give to put his dick in between them. Shaking the distracting thoughts from his mind, Miguel mimicked her, leaning forward and turning his ear to hear her whisper.
“Let’s just say…” Malena began, her sultry voice sending tingles of fear and arousal through Miguel’s body. “Mommy hopes you’ve been practicing with that machete she gave you~”
He nodded nervously, fighting the urge to reach up and grab hold of her boobs. “Yes, ma’am, I- aaahhh~” he groaned as Malena’s tongue flickered out from between her lips, lapping at his ear. “I h-have…”
Malena smiled. “You’re such a good boy, Miguel~.” She leaned forward even more, this time pushing Martina’s head as far as she could physically go.
As Martina down below choked and gagged on the full length of Miguel’s dick, Malena pressed her lips to the photographer’s cheek, leaving a bright red mark behind. The kiss sent Miguel over the edge, and he came, flooding the nineteen-year-old’s throat with his cum.
Tears welled up in Martina’s eyes from the fullness of her throat and the lack of air, but still Malena held her forward, leaving her no choice but to endure, taking every drop from the photographer’s pulsating cock.
After what felt like a century, Malena finally leaned back, her hands slowly tugging on Martina’s head until Miguel’s cock was fully retracted from her throat, inch by inch, and broke free of her mouth.
Malena turned down to the model, tilting the young girl’s head back to make eye contact. The girl’s chest was heaving as her lungs desperately sought out some fresh air, and the makeup on her eyes had begun to run from the tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Mmm, such a pretty girl you are, Martina,” Malena cooed, stroking the girl’s cheeks with her thumbs. “Mommy can’t wait to start working with you from now on~”
She leaned down, pressing her lips against Martina’s forehead, until a thick imprint of her lipstick was branded on her skin.
Malena then stood back up, finally releasing her hold on Martina’s head. She set her palm against Miguel’s chest, shot him a wink, then turned to leave, heels clacking against the floor with each step.
“Until next time, my dears~”
