Chapter 1

"Come on, honey. Go down on the mike. Make like it's your favorite treat and suck it all up!"

Denise threw the microphone to the floor and walked to the edge of the small stage that was built right at the entrance of Mark's plush office.

She couldn't stand it anymore.

Just one hour ago she signed a contract with Mark's agency and already he was treating her like she was nothing more than a big-titted whore.

"Who do you think you are?" she hissed. "Talking to me like that!"

"I'm your manager, you dumb bitch, and without me you're just another piece of ass! I think maybe it's time for you to learn the score." He got up from the circular oak desk and practically ran towards her.

Denise started crying. It wasn't supposed to be like this, she thought. Not after she worked so hard to get this far. She was twenty-five already and in this business that was pretty old. This was her last chance to make it big and she was blowing it. But he made her feel so cheap.

"Knock off that innocent little girl crap with me!" he said. He hooked his index finger into the loop of her shiny white hot pants and dragged her off the stage. The belt loop was on the back of her shorts and when he pulled on it the tight material cut into her thighs.

"Stop it!" Denise screamed. "What do you think you're doing?"

He laughed and dragged her backwards as fast as he could to keep her off balance. Her stiletto-sharp high heels clattered on the polished marble floor.

Denise finally came to a stop when he yanked hard on the hot pants, practically spinning her around in a circle.

She was facing a solid wall of mirrors. A dozen

images of herself were looking right back at her. Her mascara was streaked down her cheeks from all of the tears, giving her a savage but beaten look.

"Let's just see how innocent you are," Mark said. His voice was calmer now but there was still an edge to it, a cruel tone that made her shiver.

"Look at the outfit you're wearing. You didn't complain when I told you to put it on, and it sure as hell doesn't make you look innocent, baby!"

She stared at the skin tight top that grabbed at her huge pendulous tits. The iridescent maroon fabric clung to her fleshy mounds, making them stand out even more than usual.

It made her feel obscene, like her tits were on display for anyone to see. Mark's hand swooped up her side before she could stop it. His hand closed around her left tit, lifting the curvy sack in his clutching fingers. "No," she said. "Please stop!" She could feel her nipple so rigid at his touch. Helplessly, she pressed herself against his kneading fingers.

"There!" he said. "Does that look innocent?" He stared at her body in the mirror as he grasped for her other tit.

He slid behind her and all she could do was watch her image in the wall of mirrors as his hands lifted her gigantic tits up and down.

She felt his hard dick pressing into the back of her hot pants.

"Ohhhhh," she said. "No ... Come on, Mark. Don't do this to me. Ahhhhh."

She couldn't help responding to the pressure of his thick long prick. It felt like it was burning into her as she rocked her hips up and down, rubbing her firm ass cheeks all around his meat.

"Take a good look at yourself, honey," Mark said. "This is what it's all about."

Denise swayed back and forth. Her eyes half open in a dreamy state as she obeyed him and looked at her reflection. Beneath the white hot-pants she had on a pair of shimmering black tights.

Her amber hair was dyed platinum in a layered futuristic cut that all of the girl rock singers wore these days.

Her lips were splashed with that glossy white color that made it look as if a filmy coat of semen had drenched her mouth.

Denise tried to break away from him but his hands held her roughly, mauling her flesh, pulling on her, clutching at her, treating her like she existed just for his use, for his pleasure.

"You gotta stop!" Denise said. "Ohhh, you gotta ... stop ... doing this." Even as she squirmed she knew she couldn't get away from him. He wouldn't let go and she didn't want him to. It felt so good to feel his hard cock pressing into her, probing at her skintight clothes, running up and down her body.

"No, Denise," he whispered. "This is what sells, baby. Sex is the ticket. Fuck music. Fuck singing. It's tits and ass, baby, and you better learn how to use everything you got if you want to make it."

His hands slipped down into the full bare-skinned V of her top and lifted her tits up into the open. Denise shivered at the contact of his greedy palms on her erect nipples.

She turned her upper body from left to right so he could massage her tits. His fingers pressed deep down into her flesh, grabbing handfuls of tit, huge fleshy tit, and the sight of it really turned her on. She felt the wetness between her legs change from a few drops to a steady flow. "Ohhhh, do it, yeah, do it, uhhh-uhhhh-uhhhh, do it to me!"

"Okay, baby," he said, peeling off her top so that her bare tits were bobbing up and down in full view of his hungry eyes.

"Do it to me good," Denise said. "I need it. I need it and I want it! Cock. Give me a nice big prick to squirt all over me!"

He pushed her down to the floor and then stood over her, both legs straddling her crouched form. "This is the way it goes from here on in, baby. You give it away to whoever I tell you. Reporters. Record company execs. Nightclub owners. Anybody I say! Got it? Or else you can walk out that door right now."

Denise looked at the door. Then she looked all around her. At the mirrors. At the paintings. At the huge glossy posters of all the rock bands that Mark had pushed to the top. All of the girl singers, the ones who made it real big, got their start right here.

Denise wanted to be up on the wall. She wanted to be staring down from a poster with all the money and the fame that Mark could shove down her throat.

She wasn't the same girl who came into this office such a short while ago with all those foolish dreams in her head.

Denise knew what she had to do. And she knew it was only the beginning. "Anything you want..." she said. "Anything at all."

Her bare tits were hanging out of the top, jiggling up and down as she inched her way closer to his groin.

She knelt in front of him, then pushed her long hair back over her shoulders. The silky strands whispered across her skin, sending a shiver through her body.

"I want your mouth on my dick," Mark said. "Hurry up and suck the first load, honey. You got me all hot with those tits of yours."

He laughed and crouched down so he could grab at her soft swinging tits. His fingers crushed into her flesh, lifting, pulling. The pressure increased until she gasped with pain.

That's when he rubbed his bulging crotch against her face. Her lips sucked hard through his pants, mouthing the stiff prick that was pushing straight up.

"Let me suck it!" she said. "Let me shove it down my throat. Anything, Mark, anything at all." Her fingers tore at his zipper, yanking it down in one stroke. Then she reached inside and felt bare cock. It was hard and slick, wet with all of the juice that had seeped out of the throbbing tip.

Just as she opened her mouth in a wide O to slip her lips around his meat, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirrors. He was laughing at her.

His half-stiff rod dangled in front of her face, making her look sleazy and cheap. The hard slippery prick jerked in her hand, pushing towards her lips as it slid through her wet fingers.

From here on, she thought ... This is what I am, what I have to be, to make it big.

"Don't punk out on me, baby," Mark said. "You do it or else you can split right now!"

His hands grabbed her head and pushed down, guiding her lips towards his cock.

She stared at her image in the mirror, at the open-mouthed big-titted whore ready to slurp up some hard dick just to get her singing career off the ground.

"NO!" she shouted. She closed her mouth and turned her head away. Now it was really hitting her what she was doing. Now it no longer seemed so cool to please Mark.

His sticky cock pressed against her closed lips and then slid across her face. Tiny droplets of clear fluid left tracks over her cheeks.

"Give it to me now, bitch. Or get lost!"

She kept her head turned away from him, but both of his hands held her still. His fingers dug into her gleaming silvery hair and then he wrapped the silky strands around and around his palms until she was locked into place. She couldn't move her head either way without feeling her hair being pulled at the roots.

Thick pulsing cock battered away at her face. The hairy nuts that flopped out of his pants were sliding up and down on her lips.

"Mmmmph," she said. "No... I don't wanna do it to you now..." But her mouth stayed open. Even as she protested, even as she said she wouldn't do it, her lips skimmed across his long rod.

The sight of his glistening member ramming at her mouth made something click inside of her. Something switched on that she had never felt before.

"That's it, Denise. Put it into your hot sucking mouth like a good girl."

She wrapped her fingers tight around his prick and eased it onto her tongue, sucking just at the head of it, stroking the rest of the long erect tube with her dancing fingers.

"Ohhh, that's the way to eat it, baby. Ahhhh, yeah! Don't tell me you don't like it. You lick it real good, honey, you lick it like you can't get enough of it!"

Her head bobbed up and down, rocking back and forth as he churned his hips as fast as he could. The glistening meat rammed into her mouth.

"Mmmmmnn, ummmmph, mmmmmmnn," she gasped, choking and sucking on his dick at the same time. Her lips made a loud smacking sound each time she pulled her head back.

Then she let the tip of his prick rest on her lips while she nibbled on it, sucking and drooling, pumping him off with her hand.

She looked back at the mirror again and this time the same image greeted her, but this time she loved it.

Denise felt a cold thrill jump through every nerve of her body. Long dick sticking out of her mouth. Hairy sweaty nuts slapping at her squeezing palm. Wet lips opening and closing around the meat. The hard sticky meat that was fucking her face.

She no longer had to worry about making it on her own. He would do it for her. Mark would send her to the top. Mark, with his cool eyes mocking her, looking down at the girl with the huge bare tits swaying back and forth, looking down at the girl who was blowing him.

Juicing him off with her sucking mouth.

He was making her blow him. It wasn't her fault. She had to do it. She had to do whatever he said if she wanted a ticket out of her cheap sleazy life. Only now she would have to do even more sleazy things ... but only to get ahead. Only to rise to the top. Like cream. Like the cream she was churning up in his nuts, the cream she was going to suck into her busy lips.

"I'm gonna come!" he said. "I'm gonna come, yeah, I can feel it. Keep on jerking it off, honey. Jerk it and suck it! Yeah. Oooh. Blow me, baby. Blow me real good." His voice went back and forth from a whisper to a shout. He couldn't control it anymore. She was doing too much to his dick. Too much pleasure was coming from her slippery, loud, cock-slurping mouth.

Mark pushed her down to the floor so she was lying on her side. Her right tit was mashed against the cold marble tile. Her left tit was in his hand, in thick greedy fingers that squeezed in and out.

Denise moved her head from left to right, kissing off his cock while he whipped it all over her face. His nuts slapped at her mouth when he rammed his dick all the way home, stretching it deep into her throat.

He was riding her face like she was just a nice wet hole to fuck. Her head slid across the floor while he pushed her around with his throbbing prick.

"Uhhh. Yeah. Ohhh, do it. Jerk it. Come on, jerk it off on your face."

"Squirt it on me!" Denise said. Pumping his cock with her left hand, licking it with her outstretched tongue, she begged for him to come all over her, to do it, to pop his load.

His whole body went rigid. His fingers clawed into her meaty tit.

"Fuck me, you bastard!" Denise shouted. "Fuck me in the mouth. In the ass. Fuck me with your big hot cock!"

"Yeah, honey, beg for it. You know how to do it, you know how to get me off."

"Mmmmn, yeah, squirt it on me. Squirt it all over my tits."

His prick hardened even more in her hand. Then a streaming hot gob of semen splattered into her wide-open mouth. Even as the first wad dripped down her lips, down her chin in a trail of sticky white, the rest of his hot spray blasted up and down her body.

"Suck it, suck it!" He tried to shove it into her mouth but he was moving too wild, too fast. His hot cum jetted onto her cheeks, into her hair, and then, yelling and screaming, he pinned her to the floor and fucked her right tit with his cock.

Cum squirted out of the throbbing tip with every stroke. She could feel it run down her sides, she could feel it splattering all over her tit.

"You're good, baby," he said. He climbed up on top of her until his thighs straddled her shoulders. "You're gonna work out real good." He slid his wet prick in and out of the sucking hole that her lips made, fucking her face until she slurped up the last few spurts of cream.

Denise gasped for breath and swallowed the thick hot liquid when he took his prick out of her. She ran the back of her hand across her mouth, trying to wipe away the cum.

"What about me?" Denise said. She was wet and hot, aching for a good cum. She lay down on the floor and sprawled out. "Don't I get anything?" She cooed, like she was just playing around. Of course he'd do her.

"Yeah. You get your ass over my desk right now," Mark said. "That's what you get. I'm not through with you yet."

Denise stared at him. He wasn't smiling. He was looking down at her like she was a silly twit. He was tucking himself back into his pants. Standing tall over her, he reminded her of a slave master from all those old movies she'd seen on television. The cruel tyrant who whipped the slaves whenever they got out of line.

It was in his eyes. Despite his youth, despite his handsome lean face, his thousand-dollar threads, he didn't seem anything like the mild, friendly businessman that she first assumed he was. He ran his hand over his forehead, pushing back a lock of black hair that had fallen out of place.

"What are you waiting for?" he demanded.

She got up onto her hands and her knees. Her tits were coated with drying semen. She tried wiping it away with her fingers but that just smeared the cum all over her even more.

"But I thought that we would, you know, I thought you'd take care of me." Her voice cracked with tears.

"I am taking care of you. I'm teaching you the rules of the game, Denise. You give head to get ahead. You give what someone else wants. All I wanted from you was a quick suck, to let you know what it's all about." He headed back towards his desk, clearing it off in a very concentrated manner. Soon the desktop was clear except for one side where he'd pushed together all of the clutter.

"But I'm still not satisfied!" Denise shouted. She was on her feet, leaning over the desk to stick her big tits back into the top. The material stretched way out and then snapped back in, real snug around her milky jugs.

"Listen, slut. I don't care if you ever get your rocks off with me. I get off! I stick it to you, Denise. And then I give you a shot at a career. That's all it is with me. I like seeing a new face around. And ... a new ass!"

Denise felt her face turn crimson. It was strange to blush like that, right after she'd spent the last ten minutes eating his dick and swallowing his wad. But it was the realization that everything he said was true. It was all business with him. Cold, hard business. And she was the product.

Slut.

He called her a slut. And it was real close to the way she felt.

His semen was still sticky on her tits. It was still in her mouth. The thick heady taste stuck with Denise. It was always like that after sucking off a guy, she thought. It stays. The cum slithers down the throat and coats it. And then it rests on the tongue. On the lips. It was the taste of sex. The stain, the lingering stain.

"What do you want next?" Denise said. "You want a hand job? You want another suck-off? Is that how it goes? Every time you shoot your wad, I get ten points? And then when I get enough points saved up, you make me a star! Is that how it goes?" Denise crossed her arms in front of her, hiding her tits. The bastard had been watching them while she shouted.

"You're finally making sense, bitch. I knew you had it in you."

"Ohhh, you make me want to scream!" Denise shuddered. He was smiling at her.

"Yeah," he said. "I'll make you scream alright. You just wait and see!"

Denise felt like running out of his office right then and there. But then, childishly, she thought of what she did for him and how it would be all for nothing. She just sucked him off and there wasn't anything in it for her. She wanted a payoff.

"Gonna stick around?" Mark said. "Gonna stay and have some more fun with me?" "What if I left?" Denise said.

"Then I'd just get some other silly cunt with big tits, and big ideas, and I'd get her in here just like you. Within half an hour I'd have her sweet little mouth wrapped around my dick. And, baby, that's the only kind of music I really care about."

He was letting it all out in the open now. Spelling it out for her.

"Don't get me wrong, Denise," Mark said. "You suck good dick, honey. Real good." He patted his crotch and leered at her. "Yeah, I'd like to pork you a few more times this afternoon ..." He looked at his watch. "If I got the time to spare."

"You got me, you prick!" Denise said. "You know damn well you got me." She spit the words at him. And then, with just one glare back at her, Mark sent a ribbon of fire shooting through her body. It was fear and it was passion all mixed up in one quick burst. But the fire stayed inside of her and she knew there was only one liquid that could put it out. And that was cum. Gallons of it. Buckets of it. She pictured a huge river of hot jism splashing down on her, blasting out of a thick living hose. A hose that battered away at her and drenched her until she was drowning in it.

"Okay, I got you," Mark said. "Let's see what I can do with you."

He motioned for her to stay by the desk. She knew it was so he could gaze at her. So he could run his hands over her hips, between her legs, and up over her perfectly formed mounds. He was getting ready again.

But this time she knew it was going to be different. He was just toying with her. Setting her on edge. Warming her up.

Mark made several calls. She recognized the names. Big names. Names in the music biz. All of them went by just the first name. That made them stars. And maybe someday everyone would know Denise.

After Mark spent himself screaming out a few more business deals, threatening people to pay up, threatening a few musicians who never showed up for a recording session, he looked up at Denise. "Now we can take care of you in style, baby. I got the rest of the day free."

Denise thought that at last she was going to have a chance for pleasure, a chance to relieve some of that hot tension that was building up inside of her ever since she sucked him off.

Mark pressed the intercom and spoke to Beverly, the redheaded receptionist in the outer office. "Has Lenny come in yet?" he asked.

Beverly's cool crisp voice came back immediately, the tone saying she was always ready to serve Mark, always ready to cater to his whims. "He checked in ten minutes ago. Shall I send him in?"

"Yes," Mark said. He looked up at Denise. "We're ready. Aren't we?" Denise nodded. She wasn't sure who Lenny was, or what Mark was talking about, but she was ready for anything, just like Mark demanded.

A few minutes later a man in tight black pants and a white dinner jacket came into the office. His hair was just a bit too long to be in fashion. It was blond and curly, hanging down over his collar.

Dark sunglasses hid his eyes from Denise when he looked her over. She felt his meatrack-gaze, though, as it roved up and down her body, penetrating through her clinging Spandex.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Lenny," Denise said.

"How sweet!" Lenny said, smiling bright capped teeth at her. But then he turned the smile off. His thin mouth was like a knife slit when he spoke again. "Save that kind of chatter for the fans, honey."

Denise felt her face turn red. She stood there in front of the desk, not knowing what to say or do. She turned to Mark and gave him a questioning look. "This is the guy who sells you to the public, Denise," Mark said. "He shapes your image into anything he thinks will go."

"You mean like promotion, that kind of stuff?" Denise said.

"Call it anything you want," Lenny said. "I sell it all, baby, I sell your ass, your tits, your mouth, your voice, your cunt! We gotta get you known around town."

Denise felt embarrassed by the way he was talking, as if she was just a dummy, an empty shell to be programmed. But in this case, it was the shell that counted. The outside was all that mattered.

The huge firm tits.

The full rounded ass.

The long sleek thighs and now, at this very moment, the dripping wet cunt.

"When do we start?" Denise said.

Lenny's thin smile came back. The corner of his lips turned up slightly. "Ah, that's good, Denise. That's real good. I like a girl who's eager!"

"That's not what I meant!" Denise said, noticing the cruel leer on the promo man's face. "I was talking about shaping my image."

"Yeah," Lenny said. "Well, before I can do that I gotta know what I'm dealing with. You know, kinda feel my way around."

Mark laughed. He was sitting on the edge of his desk now with his arms folded.

"Okay, honey," Lenny said, "get yourself over to that couch there."

"What is this, some kind of joke?" Denise asked. She tried to laugh it off. "First you, then him?"

Lenny slid the white jacket off his shoulders and threw it down on the desk.

"Come on, Denise," he said, grabbing her hand. "I'm gonna show you that I don't ever fool around."