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Pop Star's Pastimes - Chapter1
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Chapter 1 - Bad memories
She may be the most powerful woman in the global music business
but Madonna still felt cheated. She had to work like a dog to get
where she was today, endlessly promoting herself and her music in
all corners of the globe for years before she started to get any
real money, influence and power for herself. Today's singers
seemed to have it given to them on a plate. They made millions of
one or two albums then retired on the proceeds. It wasn't fair.
Her first few albums had served mainly to make a few
well-connected record industry executives wealthy beyond their
wildest dreams, while she had barely enough to maintain the
lifestyle her carefully manufactured image demanded. Sure things
were different now. She had made millions since then and risen to
the very top of the industry, but she still felt bitter about her
"lost" early years.
The levels she had to stoop to in order to ensure her first got
albums released and, of course, to ensure they were successful
enough to propel her career to heights that would give her the
wealth and power she craved still sickened her. In fact what she
had gone through was not that unusual. What was unusual in here
case was the frequency and intensity of the abuse she had to
endure, but then she was determined to make it quickly and had
gone all out to that end. She remembered with a shiver the how
she got her first big break in the business. From David "call me
Davey" Michelson.
She had gone to his office to discuss having him promote her by
playing her demo tape to various influential industry figures.
She was sure he could help her out, his list of previous clients
was an impressive array of successful singers and bands from
across the US and Europe.
His office was huge. He sat in front of a large window with an
impressive view of the Nashville skyline; his desk must have been
the size of a small double bed. It was certainly an impressive
set-up. She walked the 15 feet from the door at one end to the
small uncomfortable looking typist style chair in front of his
desk trying to look confident and alert, the way she imagined a
star would in these circumstances. He motioned for her to sit
down and pressed play on a tape deck that sat on his empty desk.
The familiar sound of her demo tape could be heard, but it
sounded different to the last time she listened to it.
"I hope you don't mind," he said in a manner that indicated he
knew she wouldn't "but I ran your tape through some of our
computers to make it sound a bit more 'professional'".
"No not at all, it sounds great!" she enthused.
"Good" he replied, almost under his breath.
Rising from his place behind the desk he began to walk around it,
passing behind her, and then back around his desk. He did 3 full
circuits before hitting the stop button on the tape player.
Rubbing his chin thoughtfully he continued to circle the desk and
the anxiously waiting Madonna.
"It's not bad" he finally came out with. He was stood behind her
now, and she craned her neck to look at him. He was speaking to
his secretary, who was sat in a leather armchair at the back of
the office, next to the door. "I think she could go far. She
doesn't have the best voice I've ever heard, but it sounds OK
once it's been through the machines. Do you think she has the
other qualities it takes to be a star?"
Madonna turned her head back to the front. She didn't want him to
see the excitement on her face, and she didn't want to see if his
secretary shook her head or nodded.
"Hard to tell" was the secretary's response.
She jumped when she felt his hands on her shoulders. "There's a
lot more to having a hit record than just singing a catchy song
in tune you know." He said. There was something about his voice
that made her skin crawl. His hands started to slide down her
upper arms. She felt his fat stomach pushing against the back of
her head. "It has to be promoted, there are live appearances and
press events to do, all over the country. It's very demanding on
a young person." His hands had reached her elbows now and were
sliding back up her arms to her shoulders. "You have to be very
nice to the right kind of people, and not waste time with others
who can't help you." His hands slid back down her arms. He
extended his thumbs this time and brushed gently down the sides
of her breasts. She couldn't believe he was doing this with his
secretary right there in the room. Although she couldn't see
exactly what he was doing she must have known he was
 doing something. Each time his hands slid up and down her arms,
his thumbs stroked her breasts more firmly, has hands moving
forward around her arms so that the contact of his thumbs moved
ever closer to her nipples. Other people in this business had
tried it on before, she had knocked them back - firmly but
politely - and they had, to a man, failed to offer her any help
with her career at all. This guy was certainly the most powerful
she had met and, given that his secretary was there and things
couldn't get too far out of hand, she decided to let him proceed.
His hands moved off of her arms and he placed them directly on
her breasts. She shivered slightly and turned her head up to look
at him, he quickly took his left hand from her breast and firmly
pushed her head back around and down so she was looking away from
him and across his desk to the window behind it.
Then something happened she hadn't expected. The secretary
appeared to her left and placed her note pad on the desk in front
of her. He continued to knead her breasts, rubbing the palms of
his hands over her nipples in a slow circular manner. If she had
found him at all attractive it would certainly have got her
going, he knew what he was doing all right, but he smelled of
stale cigars and had a belly that wobbled disgustingly as he
walked. She could feel his bloated stomach pushing into the back
of her head and that wasn't exactly a turn on. Her head was
spinning. The arrival of his secretary on the scene had not
slowed him in the slightest. In fact she was smiling at Madonna,
with a wicked gleam in her eye that made the future star very
nervous. She'd come this far, should she stop him now? She would
never get a chance to meet someone this powerful again. The work
he had done on her crude demo tape had made it sound a hundred
times better. There
 was no doubt he was the man she needed to start her career off.
She would go ahead with it. A hand-job, suck him off; hell even
let him fuck her if need be. She needed the break he was offering
and this was her chance. She refused to be put off over a little
unpleasantness.
The secretary knelt down on her left and began unbuttoning
Madonna's blouse. When she had half the buttons undone she
slipped her hands inside, under her bosses ever-busy fingers,
which were still massaging her breasts through her blouse, and
tweaked her nipples. While 'Davey' disgusted her, his secretary
was a different matter. She was tall and beautiful. Very
elegantly dressed in a calf length pencil skirt and crisp white
blouse, done up to her throat. Her long, straight, jet-black hair
was pulled back in a ponytail. The tight, form hugging nature of
her business attire emphasised her figure, which was
breathtaking. Firm breasts strained at her blouse, her rapidly
hardening nipples pushing through the silky material indicating
that she wasn't wearing a bra. Given this evidence her breasts
must be extremely firm indeed, they jiggled just a bit as she
swayed slightly from side to side as the movement of her own
hands on Madonna's breasts were
 influenced by the increasingly rough movements of her bosses
hands over the top of them.
Despite the pressure of that revolting gut, pushing into the back
of her head, Madonna found herself responding to the touch of
this beautiful woman. Her nipples were hardening and there was a
definite warmth in her pussy. She could feel the dampness in her
crotch growing. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all; if she
could concentrate on the secretary and just ignore her gross boss
she may even enjoy it. Groaning to express her disappointment as
the secretary removed her hands from inside her blouse; Madonna
was shocked by what happened next. With a sudden, lightening
quick grab, the secretary pulled Madonna's blouse off her
shoulders and down her upper arms to her elbows. While still
assessing the way this prevented her from moving her arms from
her sides and deciding whether to wriggle free of the restricting
garment altogether, she was pleased to find the deliciously young
secretary pulling her bra down to expose her ripe breasts to the
cool
 air conditioned office air.
As if reading her mind the secretary leaned forward and took the
nipple of her right breast into her mouth and sucked greedily on
it. Her right hand continued to play with her exposed left
breast, whilst her left hand drifted down and dived straight up
her skirt and began gently stroking on her rapidly swelling clit.
The waves of pleasure running through her body completely
distracted her from the actions of 'Davey', who had stepped back
from the chair Madonna was sat in and started shedding his
clothes. So eager was he to get out of his suit that he staggered
and almost fell as he got his leg caught in his trousers. All
this passed unnoticed by the soon to be superstar who had both of
her hands up her skirt and was pressing the secretaries left hand
harder and harder into her crotch. When she felt the hand leave
her right breast and move to the small of her back she looked
forward to the increased pressure that would come with the
greater leverage
 this afforded her lover.
The pressure did not come though. Instead a squeeze on the small
of her back and a lift from the hand inside her black lace
panties lifted her effortlessly out of the chair and onto her
feet. The secretary lifted her expert mouth from Madonna's breast
and, leaning back on the desk, pulled her close. She kissed her
long and hard on the mouth. Their tongues explored each other's
mouths enthusiastically while the secretary's hands drifted to
her sides and lifted her skirt up around her waist. They kissed
like that for 3 or 4 minutes. Madonna was standing pressed tight
against the secretary, who was half sitting on the desk now, her
legs slightly spread so that Madonna's left leg was gripped
between them. She rubbed her right leg firmly against Madonna's
pussy and stroked her ass with her hands. Madonna herself was
almost lost. She held the secretary's face in her hands and
kissed her as deeply and passionately as she could. She wondered
about
 the man who had instigated all this. She hadn't felt his hands
on her for what seemed like an age and began to hope that he was
a voyeur. That he would get his kicks watching his secretary and
this young, hopeful singer making love in front of him. She was
wrong.
She felt the distinctive push of his fat stomach at the small of
her back again, but this time there was something else. She felt
his rigid cock pressing against the right cheek of her ass. It
wasn't the tip she felt, but the length. It was standing
vertically, sandwiched between his waist and her ass, she could
feel it twitching and throbbing as she squirmed in the
secretary's embrace. Oh well, she had resigned herself to fucking
him earlier so it was no surprise when her prayers for him to get
his kicks just watching went unanswered. She raised herself on
tiptoe to allow him to enter her, trying all the time to
concentrate on the woman in her arms, rather than the pig about
to take her from behind. Even this was to be denied her. The
secretary twisted away to the side and 'Davey' pushed her tight
up against the desk where his secretary had just been.
With her arms still pinned to her sides by her blouse she could
only brace herself against the desk as she felt his right hand on
the back of her head pushing her down so that her face was
pressed against the cold wooden surface. With his left hand he
pushed down on her hips, forcing her off of her tip-toes and
pressing her stomach painfully against the edge of the desk. This
confused her. Surely it would be much easier for him to fuck her
if she was on tiptoes, her pussy exposed and open to him. Her
confusion was replaced by horror when she felt the tip of his
rigid cock pressing against her asshole.
"No way!" she cried. Experienced as she was she had never let a
man fuck her in her ass, and wasn't going to start now! "I said
no!" she tried again.
He responded with a grunt, pressed her face harder into the desk
and thrust his cock forward into her ass. The pain brought tears
to her eyes. She struggled but could do nothing. With her arms
trapped against her side she could not push against the desk hard
enough to stand up against the pressure of his hand on her head
and the weight of his body slamming against her ass. She looked
around for the secretary. Surely someone who had been so gently
as a lover couldn't condone this violent sodomy! What she saw
made her heart sink like a stone. The secretary was leaning
against the wall, one hand in her panties, through the split side
of her skirt, rapidly rubbing her clit. The other was on a video
camera that sat on a tripod to the side of the desk. The red
light next to the lens left her in no doubt that her abuse was
indeed being filmed, and the panting and gasps coming from the
secretary confirmed that she was enjoying Madonna's defilement
almost as
 much as her boss.
Madonna could do nothing but ride out the punishment. Her ass was
so sore now there was hardly any difference in pain whether he
was withdrawing his cock and bracing for another thrust, or
slamming it forward as far as he could.
After what felt like an hour but was only about 5 minutes she
felt him tense. A couple of quick thrusts and he buried his come
into her tight ass. She could feel it squirting into her insides,
the feeling made her want to vomit. He withdrew his cock with an
audible pop and turned to his secretary just as she let out a
yelp and a shudder ran through her entire body, indicating she
had just cum as well.
The secretary's became very business like again. She stopped the
video camera, adjusted her clothing and carried the camera out of
the room.
No longer being held up from behind by 'Davey', Madonna slipped
from the desk and onto the floor. She sat down hard and the flare
of pain in her ass caused her to roll onto her side and pull her
legs up to her chest. She could feel his cum leaking from her
distended asshole.
"There's a bathroom through there if you want to clean up." He
said in a cold, matter-of-fact way, indicating a door in the
sidewall of his office, behind where the camera had been.
Madonna got to her feet and shakily walked into the bathroom. She
wiped the cum from her ass, at least no more seemed to be leaking
out now, and washed her face. Adjusting her clothing as best she
could she walked back out into the office trying to keep her chin
up and pretend that she hadn't just been viscously, anally raped.
'Davey' was writing in a diary he had taking from a desk drawer.
"I've booked you into our main studio next Tuesday, Wednesday and
Thursday. We'll record a few tracks, try a few styles out and see
what fits. Then on Friday we'll meet with some PR guys and plan
your introduction to the public." He never once looked up from
his diary and Madonna took that as her cue to leave.
"Aren't you going to say thank you?" he asked "this is what you
wanted after all..."
"Thank you" she said, so quietly it could almost not be heard.
She heard him chuckling as she walked quickly from his office and
down the stairs to the street outside. She had no intention of
waiting for an elevator in front of the desk where the secretary
who had filmed her humiliation sat.


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