From Model to Fucktoy (Open - Looking for one male)

From Model to Fucktoy (CLOSED)

OOC:

My character:

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Name: Ashley Jackson
Age: 26
Height: 5'8"
Cup size: 32D

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"Are you fucking serious?!"
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I nearly broke the windows with that shout, while I leaned over the large wooden desk. My sleazebag of a manager tried to glance a quick one down my shirt, but I pulled away just in time. Yeah, I had to deal with this on a near daily basis and let me tell you, Hollywood is anything but glamorous kids. Exasperated. I leaned back and fall onto the leather chair.

I suppose that I should tell you about myself and then about what's going on. Let me fill you in.

First off, my name is Ashley Jackson. I'm a twenty six year old TV host for the Hollywood Music Television and a glamour model on the side. While I was a damn good host and interview (if you ask me), it was the latter that was getting me some immense popularity; mostly because people were now getting a view of that fit body of mine and those thighs and booty that they never really got to see as much until those photoshoots began popping up.

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Yeah, I had one hell of a body and I knew it. But what also got me really famous was that interview I did a while back, where I revealed that despite being 26 years old and having a body built for sin, that I was a virgin. You heard me right! I was still waiting for that special guy to sweep me off my feet and still hadn't found him. Screw the haters; I found myself being the inspiration for many who didn't want to follow the mainstream route. I wasn't single mind you; I was happily engaged.

As for the reason why I was angry? Well, I was used to doing some pretty renowned stuff; photoshoots with stars and covering the craziest stuff in Hollywood. What my manager booked for me? An appearance at some eighteen year old's spring break party.

I broke the silence with a sigh and placed the palm of my hand onto my face. Giving up, I asked:

"What's so special about this kid anyway?"

My manager grinned - his signature grin for when he had a winning argument. Curious, I opened two of my fingers to see a better view of what he'd about to do next.

"Well, the fact that he won the lottery and bought himself one of the most esteemed mansions in Hollywood" he said, gesturing with his hands that he had something else to add "or the fact that he is the mayor's son?"

I sat straight and said with a smile "Well, I guess that it'd be good for the press."

I had to be the luckiest son of a bitch that ever was. I bought the damn lottery ticket on a whim, the first and only one I'd ever even purchased, more as a joke than anything on my eighteenth birthday. Lo and behold, it was the big winner, some $300,000,000. An astronomically ludicrous amount of money for a kid to have access to, but hey, I was a legal adult now, and it was all mine.

So what did I do? I buy the most ridiculous mansion that was up for sale in the Hollywood Hills. Nevermind the sports cars, the fanciest gadgets, everything I'd ever dreamed of wanting and could never have. And now, tonight, I was hosting what would be a truly epic party. I didn't even know who all would be there, but we were gonna break in my new pad, even if it meant burning the damn thing to the ground!

All this money had given me a new lease on life. I had gone from being a nerdy teenager to being the most popular guy in the world, and I was going to make the most of it. Hell, I'd gone from being a virgin to nailing supermodels.

I did have my eye set on one particular woman, though. Ashley Jackson, host of Hollywood MTV. I made damn sure this party would be so epic that they would have to cover it, and through some contacts, made damn sure that she would be the one they sent over here. I had plans for her, you see? She was so fucking hot, she could be the next Jenna Jameson, if she'd just peel that little thong off and let a big dick up inside her for the camera. My big dick, to be specific.

Well, tonight, I was fixing to make that happen...

It all worked out perfectly, like clockwork. I had known precisely when miss Ashley Jackson had arrived, because her cameraman, John, was a friend of the family and well-paid by me. That accidental spill was, of course, completely intentional. I had studied her for quite a while, actually, and knew she always carried a spare change of clothes when she covered the party circuit. And the only thing that could fit in her little handbag was something skimpy... I just had to get her out of her "professional" outfit and into something I had a feeling would be a bit more revealing.

John led me right to her, of course. He was even there with the camera as I unlocked the bathroom door with my master key, and walked right in on her tugging those tight little shorts up and over her big round ass, her finest asset.

"Well well well, if it isn't Miss Assley Jackson," I said, making sure to pronounce "Assley" as firmly and enunciated as possible. "I'm rather thrilled you've graced my party with your... presence," I said, a smirk growing across my face as my eyes soaked in her luscious form. "Terribly sorry about the spilled punch. Let me make it up to you by showing you around?" I offered, extending my hand.

I was standing in the doorway, and John was just off to my right. With my concealed arm, behind the wall, I waved him off, and he obediently melted away into the crowd.

"I'm afraid not," I lied. "I'm sure he's around here somewhere, but in the mean time, I'll just do the video for you, how about that?" I said with a smirk, pulling out my smart phone and firing up the video, pointing it right at her as she adjusted her shorts. "That's just perfect," I said, running the camera up and down her curvy form.

"Come on, let's get you a drink and I'll give you the grand tour," I said, beckoning her to follow me. Lord, if you only knew the plans I had for you, you never would have come here... I thought.

I was quite happy to lead the way. Right to the kitchen, wherein copious amounts of alcohol could be found, as well as a fairly rowdy crowd of guys. Hard alcohol bottles lined the counter, the refrigerator was full of beers, and there was a huge punch bowl filled to the brim with a bright red liquid.

I grabbed a beer for myself, and a red plastic solo cup for her, and promptly filled it with the punch. It was a potent beverage, of course. Perfect for girls, as the alcohol was completely masked but incredibly strong. She was a skinny little thing; she'd be wasted in no time, especially considering the extra ingredients I slipped into her drink while the other guys in the kitchen were distracting her.

Yeah, she was a celebrity, of a sort. The kind that got recognized and, well, harassed at parties like these. Their comments were lewd, to be frank, and I did my best to encourage them! "Whoo! Ashley Jackson! Look at the ass on Ashley! Much better than on camera!" one of the guys said, and when she turned to look at them, I gave her ass a fine, firm swat before handing her the doctored drink.

The bonus ingredient was a potent aphrodisiac. I'd tried it, and I knew it worked well to make someone incredibly horny... I smirked as I watched her take her drink, knowing her pussy would be sopping, uncomfortably wet rather quickly...

"Pfft," I said, "it's got a little booze in it," I lied. "But don't worry, it's not too strong. After all, can't have people getting all wasted and driving home, right?" I chuckled a bit, and sipped on my beer. One of the guys sparked up a joint, and handed it to me. I took it gratefully and puffed on it, taking a deep draw off it into my lungs, before offering it to Ashley.

"C'mon, have a hit," I said. "Don't want everyone to think you're a prude at a party, right?" I said, leaning in and whispering the comment in her ear as I practically forced the smoking joint into her hand. "Everyone knows Assley Jackson knows how to party, right?" I said, louder, to the crowd of guys and a few girls, who all cheered, watching Ashley expectantly...

I chuckled at her defiant reply, claiming her name was Ashley, even though everyone knew ger claim to fame was her big round butt! She was easy to play; getting her to take a hit off the joint was a simple thing, really, and I could tell she didn't have much experience with the drug as she handed it off, her eyes telling the story quite clearly.

Although, of course, that may have been the potent aphrodisiac I'd slipped into her drink... I watched her take another drink, to stifle her coughing from the strong joint. "Okay," I said, "let me show you around the place." I snaked an arm around behind her, pulling her close to me as I led her away from the kitchen, making certain she still had her doctored drink.

"So, what's your angle on this party story?" I asked her, leading her towards a staircase and guiding her upwards. "Looking to see how many actual celebs show up? Probably mostly B-listers."

"I'm keeping my options open," I said, taking a drink off my beer as I guided her along. "It's a lot of money, and I'm going to make sure that whatever I invest in is worth my time."

I stopped and looked at her, having guided her away from the noise and hullabaloo of the party to a quieter area, a long hall adorned with paintings and statues, more like a museum than a house.

"What about you? Is that why you're here? Looking for me to make an investment?" I asked, probing. "There's a lot of folks here trying to get me to part with some of my money. So I'd need a pretty... compelling reason to do so."

I stepped back and looked her up and down. I may have only been eighteen, but I had attended the most prestigious college prep academy in Los Angeles, and was about to start attending UCLA with some forty credit hours already to my name.

I smirked a bit. She was playing the reporter card as well as she could. "Well, as you can see, this mansion was my first big investment, and is one that is certain to appreciate over time. As for anything pertaining to Hollywood or even political ambitions, I'm afraid my lips are sealed," I said.

"Come on, let me show you something," I said, my hand falling to the small of her back as I guided her along a bit further, up a staircase. I let her go in front of me, of course, and I certainly took the opportunity to enjoy the view of her plump derriere as it swayed before me while she ascended.

The stairway led us to a balcony overlooking the party below. It was dark up here, and we were obscured from view as we watched the people milling about, drinking, a strange mix of young folks (many of whom were from my high school) and Hollywood up-and-comers. There was music playing, some electronic-type stuff, the kind of shit people liked to dance to in the clubs. Drinks were flowing. Every few moments we could see a puff of smoke go up in the crowd somewhere, probably marijuana, as all the cigarette smokers would go outside out of habit.

"Let me ask you... what do you think I should invest in? You have your thumb on the heartbeat of Los Angeles. What's worth my time? My money?"

"I'm not sure that would be the best use of my money at this time," I replied with a smirk, eyeing her for a moment as I stood next to her before returning my gaze to the sea of people below us.

I noticed John wandering about with the camera on his shoulder. "Hmm, he looks like he probably belongs to you. And he's probably looking for you as well," I said, leaning towards Ashley, my hand finding the small of her back once more as we stood closely, and I pointed out her cameraman to her in the crowd.

He must have noticed us up there, because he turned his camera on us, and more than a few people followed the lens' gaze.

A naughty thought popped into my mind, and I couldn't resist doing it. Everyone knew I was the pervy rich kid on the block. I pulled my hand back towards us as the camera focused, and then, quickly, my fingers found a grip at the bottom of her shirt, and I pulled it up and over her tits and face, showing off her tits to the crowd before releasing her and scooting away with a laugh, leaving her alone for the time being while I went in search of a fresh drink...

"Got the shot" was the text I received from John moments later as I was coming down the stairs, chuckling to myself. Perfect. He'd be sending me the shots as soon as possible, of course. After all, he was well-paid.

I made my way quickly into the crowd, mingling and chit-chatting as I moved towards the kitchen once more to retrieve a new drink. It was time for the next phase of my plan to move forward...

*****

John headed for the stairway when he saw Ashley run off, certain that he would find her there, embarrassed as hell. "There you are! Where have you been?" he asked her, the camera still on his shoulder, and still recording, of course, as it had been for a while now. "You okay?" he asked, seeing her flushed face as she rushed down the stairs. "What's wrong?" he continued, knowing full well exactly what was wrong, of course.

"Hook, Line, Sinker" was the next text I received from John.

Perfecto. I took a long drink off my beer, and another toke off the joint that was being passed around the kitchen, before passing it on and excusing myself. My phone buzzed again, John again, giving me an update on Ashley's whereabouts. She was headed back into the main party area, looking for evidence of my malfeasance.

Well, that wouldn't do at all. Not that there was any evidence to be found, or even, really, any malfeasance at all. I spotted her through the crowd; it was easy enough, as she commanded a lot of attention just from being there, especially now that everyone seemed to know she had just flashed the entire party. A few guys had been quick enough to snap pictures with their smart phones, and it didn't take long for the images to make their way to most of the phones present at the party, and plenty that weren't!

I caught up with her at the other end of the party; she had just stumbled into my game room, a large theatre room equipped with various video gaming systems, all the latest games, projected onto a huge screen in beautiful high definition.

"Looking for something?" I asked her, coming up from behind her, my fingers finding the bottom of her shirt once again and toying with the fabric, tugging...

"I want to know why you're still here," I said with a bit of a sneer to my quiet voice, my smacked hand quickly returning to her hip, and the other finding her other hip, and pulling her close to me, our bodies coming together, her luscious tits a mere inch away from being mashed against my chest, our groins rubbing together.

"I figured my interview was done," I continued. "Didn't think I'd need to show you out. This is a... private party after all, and I'm sure some of my guests would appreciate it if the media moved along."