The room was pink. Aggressively pink. The big sign: Tom’s Talent Agency was in a darker pink,with the letters in a cursive style, all curlicues without a right angle to be seen. The floor was in a pink carpet, little hearts everywhere and even the pictures seemed to be tinted pink. Cathy walked over to where the pictures were. They were girls who had come here before, she realized with little quotes underneath each picture.
“I’m so happy…” Stacy read carefully. “To, like work under Tom. He’s helped me get so many jobs!” The picture above the words showed a before and after picture of an Asian girl. The first one had her looking all annoyed, wearing some thing that covered her body up.
Stacy snorted. Not that she had much of a body to cover up. She was all flat and shapeless.
But the next picture looked better. The Asian was standing, proudly showing off her body in a bikini that looked about one deep breath from exploding. Her tits weren’t as big as Stacy’s, the blond thought smugly, but they were really big on her frame. Her ass and hips were also great looking, the tiny thong barely covering her pussy.
I bet she, like, got jobs under people. Lots of people. Stacy bet that the Asian slut had serviced everyone on the set. Stacy giggled at the image, then turned and walked towards the front desk. It was time to show that she was a really good actress and show up for her appointment.
Midway to the desk, Stacy realized that she actually didn’t know if she had an appointment. But that didn’t matter. She could ask the nice lady at the desk!
She walked up to the desk, but the bimbo behind it didn’t notice her, staring at a fashion magazine, lips pursed as she carefully sounded out all the big words.
Stacy sympathized. Why would you have so many big words on a magazine about how to dress and get guys? Everyone knew that guys didn’t need a woman to talk. Thinking that, she bent over and looked at the article. She could appreciate the clothes even upside down and who cared about the words?
The secretary blinked and looked up at her, her limpid blue eyes staring at Stacy’s tits.
“Um…like are you here for an appointment?” she asked. Stacy noticed that she was a little older than Stacy, which was probably why she was behind a desk. On the other hand, her boobs were even bigger that Stacy’s, the orbs barely confined within a business jacket. She wasn’t wearing anything on underneath is, which was cool because it let Stacy look down and see her cleavage. Her auburn hair fell down her back in a perfect tide, and Stacy grinned at the image of some guy using it to hold her steady when he fucked her brains out in the kitchen.
“Yeah!” Stacy replied. “My name’s Stacy and I signed the contract and everything!” She waved the paper in the other bimbo’s face. “But…I don’t um, know when I’m supposed to be here. I’m not so good with big numbers.”
“I know!” the other girl said. “People keep coming in here and asking if I know when Tom’s going to be here, or how much money he pays and they get all huffy when I tell them I don’t know that. That’s stuff guys do!” She stood up behind her desk, boobs wobbling in the jacket. Stacy grinned at the tiny leather miniskirt that covered her expansive ass and hips. Her belly wasn’t as flat as Stacy’s, but it was still really good and a lot of guys liked a little padding. When the secretary turned around, her skirt flew up and Stacy caught a glimpse of her creamy white buttocks and the clear lack of any underwear.
I guess she likes it too, Stacy thought. The breeze was really nice on her pussy, to say nothing of how she could show if off to any hunky guy by just flipping her skirt up.
“So, um… what’s your name?”
“Oh, I’m Laura!” she answered with a giggle. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice you, but sitting at the desk is soooo boring.” She lowered her voice. “I used to have a dildo, but Tom said that was, like really unprofessional.”
“Awwww…” Stacy said in sympathy. “Do you work here a lot?”
“No, it’s like my first week here!” Laura said. “I was doing some…law stuff. Yeah, I was going to become a lawyer.”
“Why would you want to do that?” Stacy asked.
“I know! That’s what Tom said.”
“I bet he’s smart.”
“Oh, like totally…and he’s a hunk too! He told me I could be an actress and I have!”
“You have? What did you do?” Stacy asked.
“I did some bondage stuff with three guys…three guys!” Laura bounced up and down on the heels of her feet. “I made a ton of money and Tom put it right in the bank for me!”
“Is he…”
“He’s just behind that door…” Laura looked reluctant. “But I gotta go back to the front.” She pouted at Stacy. “Sometimes being the secretary sucks.”
“But if a guy comes in, you can suck him while he’s waiting!” Stacy said.
“That’s right!” Laura replied. Face brightening she nodded at Stacy. “I’d better get back now!”
With that, she took off, ass and tits wobbling on her way back to the front.
Stacy wondered if Tom would let her help Laura suck a guy off when he came in.
She hoped so. With that happy thought, she turned and opened the door.
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When Stacy opened the door, she expected to see a huge room, the kind of place a really important guy hung out. But it wasn’t. It was a nice little room, really good for two people to get to know each other. Or fuck each other. There was a leather couch, a nice desk with a computer and standing in front of the window was a guy.
A really hunky guy.
Tom looked at her with a grin. She knew it had to be Tom. After all, it was Tom’s agency. He had short black hair and a tight T-shirt covering his muscled chest, with a tanned body that looked like a god’s. When he stood up, Stacy saw that his tight shorts clearly outlined the thick shaft of his cock.
Wow…
“Um, Mr. Tom?” she asked. “I’m Stacy, I like, um, got your letter and I signed the contract!” she finished with squeal, bouncing up and down as she waved the completed contract.
“I see that you did…” he said with a smile, eyes roaming over her body. Stacy grinned and thrust out her chest for his inspection, her erect nipples indenting the thin fabric.
“So, what makes you think you can work with my agency,” Tom asked as he came around the desk. “We have firm requirements for our people.”
“I…yeah….firm…” Stacy said, eyes fixed on his cock.
“Because our girls need to understand that the actress’ first job is to give her people a great time.”
“I can!” Stacy said. “I like can give them the bestest time of their lives!”
“Really?”
“Oh yes…” Stacy said and found herself on her knees. “I can give you…” She giggled. “The best fucking time of your life!” With that, she hooked her fingers in her shirt and pulled it up and over her head in one smooth motion, her jugs bouncing wildly as they were freed from their containment.
“Well,” Tom said, bending down and lightly running his fingers across her erect nipples, “you seem to have what it takes to be a girl who works with my agency… but I haven’t seen everything…”
Stacy grinned and got back to her feet, pulling that tight skirt off and tossing it behind the couch. Then she kicked off her sandals, spinning for Tom, before she almost lost her balance from the weight of her jugs.
“Now that’s the sort of enthusiasm we like,” Tom said. “So, what do you want to do?”
Stacy found her eyes crossing in concentration. What did she want to do…
“Can you help me decide?” Stacy gave a cute little pout in his direction. “I mean, I have such a hard… time thinking about important stuff like that. I just wanna… do fun stuff!” she brushed her hand along his stiffening cock.
“And I think you’ll fit in perfectly,” Tom grinned. “Why don’t you show me your acting skill.”
Stacy nodded in happy agreement, getting back down on her knees, her jugs brushing the wooden floor
. That felt so cool! Then it was time to start undoing his shorts. The cock seemed to be pulsing in its confinement.
“It’s okay,” she purred to it. “We’ll have you out…” the zipper came undone, and suddenly the shaft was in front of her, the musk filling the room. “Rgthnwwww…” she said, her words muffled as she took the cock into her mouth.
Stacy loved it. It was so big and hot and filled her mouth like nothing had ever done before. She vaguely remembered not liking sucking a guy off because it was dis…dis…not cool.
Boy she was a dummy!
Stacy started to work on his shaft, running her tongue over it, loving the way Tom gripped her hair in his hands as she used her arms to push her big jugs up and encase his shaft in their warm, fleshly masses. She lightly kissed the tip of his cock between taking all the way into her mouth, moaning around the intruder.
Yeah! This is the way I should act! Stacy’s thoughts were all fuzzy and warm and wonderfully horny. Then she felt Tom’s fingers grip her hair tightly as his cock started to swell in her mouth and suddenly it was full of warm and wonderful fluid. She gulped it down even as some of it escaped from her mouth to roll down her cheeks and onto her tits, covering them in the glistening white fluid.
Finally, he pulled back, spraying his semen all over her face and chest. Stacy loved the feel of it dripping down her face and hair. She loved it. She lifted one big jug to her mouth and lovingly licked the cum off her nipple. This was the bestest interview ever!
“Okay, are you ready to try out your other acting skills?” he asked in a rough voice.
“Yeah!” she said and immediately stood up and gripped the edge of the desk. Looking over her shoulder, Stacy smiled.
“Is this like the proper acting style Mr. EEP!” Stacy gave an eager cry as Tom slammed his cock into her pussy. It filled her up like she’d never been filled up before and Stacy moaned at the feel of his powerful, dominating hands gripping her by the hips, letting her know that Tom was the on in charge of this scene. She caught a glimmer out of the corner of one eye and looked up, seeing the camera in the corner of the room.
Cool!He’s letting me audition in front of the cameras! Stacy redoubled her efforts. Every time he thrust into her, he filled her almost to the point of pain, before he pulled out, leaving her empty and desperate for his cock again.
“Yes…yesssss…” Stacy grunted out.
“Are you ready… do you want to be one of my little bimbo actresses?”
“Yes, YES SIR!” Stacy screamed out. “I wanna be one of your air-headed big-titted bimbo babes!”
And she did. She knew that Tom would take care of her and all she had to worry about was acting for tom and getting fucked whenever she was horny. And that’d be all the time!
Stacy felt one of Tom’s hands release her hip. She whined in protest, then gave a coo of delight as she felt him grab her by her hair. Then he was pulling her back by her hair like a cowboy pulling a horse to a halt by its mane. Stacy’s squeal echoed through the room as she felt his cock bury itself to the hilt into her eager pussy. Tom’s cock swelled and suddenly Stacy was coming, her cries merging with his roars as a bolt of molten pleasure ran through her body. She started spasming helplessly, losing all control over her pleasure shocked muscles.
Finally, it was over and Stacy felt herself slide to the ground. She hoped she could have a picture of her laying at his feet.
As darkness started to rise up she couldn’t stop thinking: I’m gonna be a bimbo fucking star. Looking up, she saw Tom, his cock slick with their juices, get up and put her contract away behind the desk.
That’s neat. He’s always thinking of me. We’re so lucky to have a guy like Tom… And with that, Stacy fell into slumber.
Epilogue
Bambi loved the way everyone looked at her these days as she walked down the street in her high heels, her ass continually teasing all the guys from under her micro skirt. Some of the girls liked it too. Her halter top didn’t conceal the lower hemispheres of her big jugs while the cleavage her top showed looked like the Grand Canyon of tits.
Bambi didn’t mind. She was happy to fuck girls. In fact, her newest production: Bimbo-babes 7, had two all-girl orgy-scenes!
And Tom was totally right. Bambi got a lot more guys than Stacy did. Nobody wanted to fuck a Stacy… but everyone wanted to fuck Bambi.
And here she was heading to her new shoot. Her tenth in just a month! Bambi looked at the map. It had a nice pink line on it showing where she had to go and really big letters giving her the address.
That was good. She didn’t do so well with little letters or big words. That’s why she’d given him her car and bank account information. Only silly girls thought they could handle that. Better to have a man do it for her. Besides, Tom gave her a great allowance—a whole hundred dollars a week!
But soon she’d be there and then it’d be time to start her newest production: Three Big Guys and a Horny Slut! Tom said it would be the first in a series.
Bambi didn’t mind. She didn’t have to work hard to get in the role at all. She was a horny slut.
“Best contract EVAR!” she shouted to the sky, and went wobbling off on her high heels to her newest starring role.
End
The Bimbo's Wish
Chapter I
“Denied?” Veronica screeched. “They’re saying I can’t be part of the team?” She picked up a book and threw it across her apartment, the thud echoing through the room as it hit the door and fell down onto the tile floor.
Veronica didn’t stay in a dorm. No. She would never accept rooming with some plebeian student or worse, someone who was accepting state aid! She was Veronica Mathers and Mathers did not live with the common folk.
Veronica was better than that. Which was why this… note made her so incandescently angry.
“You don’t have what we’re looking for in a cheerleader?” she snarled, staring down at the inoffensive piece of paper in her hand. “Don’t have what we’re looking for!” She glared at the mirror.
Veronica normally liked mirrors. She had a classically beautiful face, a nice, slim body that she treated like it was the most important thing in the world, and long dark hair that some people said made her look intimidating.
She liked that. Intimidating. She had fucking ruled her old school, and anyone who even thought about getting in her way quickly realized just how much misery being a complete social outcast could be. And if worst came to worst, her family’s money always managed to let people know who was boss. It was hard to stand up to Veronica when everyone knew that she could get anyone she wanted gone fired.
But state college was different. Nobody cared about Veronica’s money or her family’s influence, because they didn’t have any influence here. She wasn’t even the richest girl on the campus. Not only that, but she had to work to get a boyfriend. Before, they’d swarmed around her, hoping to curry favor with her, to be the one who she would allow to be seen on her arm.
But not now. Didn’t they know who she was? They acted like they didn’t even care!
And now this. This… this utter insult! Being dismissed from the cheerleading team like she wasn’t even worthy of it. She had been the cheer captain back home and she’d made certain everyone had known it here!
And it didn’t matter.
Veronica stared at the mirror, her gray eyes hard. They were going to learn.
Oh, they were going to learn. She’d make certain every one of those arrogant little chits understood what it meant to cross Veronica. By the time she got through with them, she’d be the biggest cheerleader on campus and they’d be begging her to let them stay on.
And she might, when they groveled enough and maybe gave her their boyfriends.
But she might not. It would serve them right, to be sitting on the sidelines watching as Veronica led her team through its paces. A team made up of girls who understood that they were there because of Veronica and that they’d better do every damned thing Veronica told them t
o do.
But how could she do that? Veronica gritted her teeth. She had to figure out some way, some way to put things back the way they were supposed to be, where everyone wanted Veronica.
Abruptly, there was a knock on the apartment door that broke Veronica right out of her thoughts.
Snarling, she turned and marched to the door, pulling it open so violently that she almost lost her balance.
“WHAT!?” she snarled.
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Gaping down at her from the open door was a big, beefy deliveryman with a clipboard in one hand and a small box in his other hand.
“Delivery ma’am,” he said. “Could you sign here?”
“I wasn’t expecting any delivery,” Veronica hissed in annoyance. “You must have the wrong address.”
“Are you Veronica Mathers?” he asked, looking at the delivery slip.
Veronica pulled the clipboard from his fingers and glared down at it. It was her name and her address. But…
“What is it?”
“Dunno.” He shrugged. “Just got this package for you.” With that, he held up the small box. “Wanna sign for it?”
Glaring at him, Veronica scrawled out her signature on the offered form and grabbed the offered package. Without waiting for him to say anything else, she slammed the door in his face and then turned around and stalked to her table, glaring at the anonymous package. There was no return address on it, not even a name. Just heavy wrapping, and after Veronica had ripped that off, a cardboard box.
“Fuck you,” she muttered. What kind of idiot didn’t leave a return address? It was probably those idiot, stuck up cheerleader bimbos! The ones who were just jealous of Veronica’s intelligence and looks and sheer ability to get what she wanted.
At least until she came to this stupid college.
She almost threw the box into the garbage. But she didn’t know it was from them. It could be a secret admirer, trying to get into her good graces by giving her a present.
“Humph,” she snorted. Getting into her good graces would cost a lot more than some simple little gift. She was worth a lot more than that!
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