Manipulation and Domination ~ Closed

[AnnieD]

My character:

http://i.imgur.com/Lwy7AOX.jpg?1

Name: Georgia Smith
Age: 22
Height: 5'9"
Cup size: 30K

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** RIIIINGGGG **
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My hand slapped my phone, grabbing it as I shut off the alarm. With my eyes feeling awfully heavy, I somehow managed to open them in order to see the time.

It was 11 AM.

I yawned loudly, stretching my body just before getting up from my bed in my childhood bedroom. The jet lag from flying over from the west-coast was still affecting me, at least from my point of view. I honestly was more of a morning bird kind of girl, but ever since I came back to here my hometown of Orlando, I felt as if no sleep in the world could be enough. I eyed the pink walls for a moment, feeling some form of nostalgia before I went on to complete my morning routine of taking a shower, having breakfast and getting dressed. The house was eerily quiet, seeing as my mom went off to do work and my younger sister was at school. I used this as an opportunity to really take my time and enjoy the silence. It was really well deserved, and I was sure to enjoy it while it lasted with my week off from work.

Oh right, you must be wondering just what my job is and why I so desperately needed a break. I'm a model and a really booked one at that. I don't like to toot my own horn or anything, but I'm a rising star...or at least, according to my manager. It would be hard to argue with him, seeing as I was on the cover of Sports Illustrated the other day! I still have a copy with me, enjoying the thought that I might be getting somewhere good in life. My mother could not be more proud of me, seeing all the pictures I had on social media - having gone to cities like Rome and Paris. I was sure making a name for myself, something that my mom always wanted to do in life.

As much as it sucks saying this, it's been a while since I last saw my mom. In fact, it's been about two years, when I moved to LA to start my modeling career. I was broke for a while, not having had a well paying gig until like eight months ago. That being said, my mom was so happy to see me and we had an outing planned for today - we were going to go to some amusement park that opened up recently. It was a bit childish but, whatever right? I was so psyched!

*RIINNNNGGGGG*​

And just like that, I snapped out of my thoughts - feeling my phone vibrate against the kitchen table. I opened it and read the following text message:

Hey dear! Sorry I won't be able to make it because of work. Don't worry, because Silvia will be able to show you around. She can't wait to meet you btw! Take care

Ugh. Figures.

Still, with a week off I was sure that eventually my mom would have enough time for me. Besides, Silvia seemed pretty nice the last time I saw her. She was essentially my mother's boss - a venture capitalist that either funded my mom's ideas for a business, or left her out to dry. I know that sounded cruel, but I always remembered her as being nice to me. It's been a while since I last saw her, so I was happy to see her again!

I put on my shirt, a pair of jeans and a cap. Eyeing myself in the mirror, I smiled to myself and thought "Looking good!". Sure, I looked like a freaking tourist, but I thought that I looked pretty good, even with this casual get-up. This was more me than the skimpy outfits I took for my agency. Still, I couldn't help but wonder if I should have gotten a more loose fitting shirt; this white shirt seemed like it was stretched to its very limits. There was "STOP AND THINK" written on it and honest to God, it seemed as if each letter was warped because of my 30K cup chest.

I ignored that just before I headed off. It didn't take me too long to get to the rendez-vous spot where I was originally supposed to meet my mother. Well, anyway - having bought my pass, I didn't need to make a line or anything, instead I found myself waiting against a phone booth. I was a bit impatient, waiting for Silvia and honestly I caught myself thinking about opening my bag and reading that cover of Sports Illustrated again (as if I was paranoid that somehow I'd disappear off the cover!). Instead, I stopped myself and occupied my thoughts as I wondered when Silvia would get here...

 

[ms_tiff]

http://dopamine36.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Geena-Mullins-2.jpg

Name: Evelyn Harris
Age: 38
Height: 5'10"
Cup size: 36D
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I was more than a little annoyed when Annette Smith called me at five in the morning, sending my cell phone into a frenzy that startled poor Jade from her slumber. Of course I was already awake and sitting at my desk with a number of spread sheets and proposals spread before me.

Cinching my black, silk robe rightly around my waist I moved towards the offending phone. My bare feet sunk into the plush carpeting and I, once again, congratulated myself on such an exceptional purchase.

“Shh…” I soothed my pet, caressing her neck and scratching behind her ear. “Go back to sleep.”

The minx yawned, stretching out her sinewy form before curling back up with a contented purr.

Snatching up the phone I answered sharply. “What.”

A pause on the other end before a rushed apology for calling so early.

“Enough.” I shut off the stutters. “Explain why you simply had to call at this hour.”

As Annette explained the recent snafu in her business, I began to stroke Jade, who purred happily as my hand moved over her. I toyed with her jeweled collar; admiring the way the diamonds played against the sleek ebony skin. Her back arched as I pinched a dark nipple and her legs spread instinctively. Inching my hand lower my fingers tangled in the trimmed hair, tugging roughly.

Her legs closed and she slid from the bed, gliding to the floor in one beautifully fluid movement. She knelt there, between my legs, her fingers plucking at the knot of my robe. She pulled it open, revealing my full breasts and bare pussy. I wrapped my fingers in her luscious hair and yanked her head forward. The sniveling sycophant on the other end of the phone all but forgotten as my dutiful pet began her exploration.

As her tongue delved between my wet folds, something Annette said finally caught my attention.

“Your daughter is in town?” The words rolled across my tongue and I felt Jade pause. A quick tug on her hair and she eagerly resumed her ministrations.

Annette’s illusive, prodigal daughter had returned, it seemed, from the land of movie stars and A-list wannabes. And, it appeared, that Annette wished to take time off in order to spend time with said daughter. Well now I couldn’t have that. Annette taking time away from her business meant money not going into my pocket. And if there’s one thing I can’t abide it’s wasted money.

“Well that simply won’t do, Annette, darling.” I cooed, my back arching as Jade’s tongue flicked across my clit. “Time is money and, well, I’ve certainly loaned you a lot of that. I’ll tell you what, why don’t I show your Georgia around while you work.”

Annette Smith knew better than to argue.

~*~*~

I’ll admit, I had more than money motivating me to make such a deal. Since Annette told me that her daughter was a model, and showed me the latest cover of Sports Illustrated that the young woman graced, I had become a bit obsessed with Miss Georgia Smith. Much as I enjoyed the way Jade pleased me, I was feeling restless with her and needed a new plaything. Miss Smith fit that bill.

Thus I find myself here at some godforsaken theme park surrounded by sniveling children and harried parents. Why do people find these places so fascinating? But, far be it for me to deny some fat old man the riches he reaps from these idiots.

My all access pass in hand, I scan the crowd. I can feel the tingle of anticipation starting in my toes and working its way upwards. God it’s going to be wonderful corrupting the sweet young thing that awaits me.

There. I am laser focused on her. The tight pull of her t-shirt over those massive breasts, the way her jeans hug the lean hips. If I hadn’t known better – and if it weren’t for those tits that I couldn’t wait to play with - I would have thought she were much younger than her twenty-two years.

“Hello, Georgia?” I approach, seemingly innocent. I made special care with my appearance today, not wanting to tip her off too soon as to my intentions. My black skinny jeans hugged my legs, amplifying the swell of my hips. My shirt was black, cropped just above my navel to show off a mid-section that any other woman my age would kill for. I wore a simple pair of black sandals, showing off the pedicure Jade had given me this morning.

“Hi, I’m Silvia. Your mother must have told you I’d be meeting you.”

 

[AnnieD]

“Hello, Georgia?”

I turned my head to see a woman, maybe a few years older than me, stand in front of me. At first, I looked at her questionably - wondering if she was maybe lost, or wanted to sell me something. That's when it began to dawn to me that this was Silvia - someone who supposedly was around my mother's age but really didn't. She was fit and from the looks of things, really took care of her body. Her midriff practically screamed that she went to the gym a whole lot. I was surprised then, when I realized that she was just some business woman when she could have been a model herself.

“Hi, I’m Silvia. Your mother must have told you I’d be meeting you.”

I snapped out of my thoughts, just as I replied "Oh hey Silvia! How are you?" in a super preppy, almost happy-go-lucky tone of voice. My hand reached out to her for a handshake, not wanting to seem too much of a ditz. After all, this was (for all intents and purposes) my mother's boss. Otherwise, I might have just gone for a hug!