Page 11 of Under New Management

She crosses her arms over her chest. I can tell by the look she wears on her face that she's going to have this little thing shoved up her ass by the time the week is done.

"Do you do this for all of your clients or just the women? I can't really see you making Mason wear one of those? And how many female clients have you helped with that? All of them."

I can't help but laugh, even though I take a drink from my coffee cup to try to hide it. When I think the smile isn't on my face anymore I set the cup aside and take her elbows in my hands, "This has nothing to do with me being your agent darlin' and everything to do with me being the man who is going to own you."

I look at her so I can tell all the emotions my words cause her to go through. Finally, when I think we can't wait any longer I run the back of my hand down her cheek. "Go get dressed, we have to be at the studio soon so they can start the blocking for the scenes and you can meet your co-stars."

I watch as she turns and runs up the stairs like something big and bad is after her, and maybe something is. Me.

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One week later and Monica is doing great. Everyone on set loves her; she's got great comedic timing and I've already had two television shows call asking about her and if she can work for them. I've kept the interviews short if I allow them to interview her at all. One, I want her focused on her work more than on anything else and two, I am a selfish bastard and want to keep her to myself for just a little bit longer. I don't have a single doubt that as soon as the world gets to meet her she's going to be in high demand and have so many roles we won't be able to keep up. I also have a break in her schedule. She doesn't know why but she will soon enough.

I've been letting her grow comfortable with me and the idea of me and her together. She doesn't seem to mind that she goes home with me every night when the director yells cut. I watch from the side of the set as she and her co-star deliver their lines. Seven whole days I have been good, well sort of and it sucks! I walk off to take a phone call from Mason. He thought I was going to ream his ass about pulling out of the world tour, but guess what, that fits into my schedule of future 'projects' too.

Before I can get back Monica is finished. I hate it when I lose sight of her. It irritates me like a cheap suit irritates. I walk back to the dressing area to find her but she isn't there either. God damn it. When I walk around a corner outside I spot her standing with her co-star, laughing and having fun which is fine, the only problem is there is a huge group of paparazzi that are starting to gather on the other side of the street. It isn't a closed set; in fact, some of the well-known shows have actually been invited to the set to generate interest in the movie.

One of the sleazier guys walks over to the two women. I hang back to see how well she handles it. It isn't my job to jump in front of my clients or the camera. I stand on the side waiting for them if they need me. But with Monica, everything I do, the deals I make, the things I agree to, and the way I manage her, is very personal.

"Monica, are you having fun on set?"

She ducks her head and nods. Letting her co-star take most of the limelight, a move that will guarantee she will be in demand as a co-star.

The guy gets right in front of Monica and shoves his equipment right in her face, "So you think people will forget that you started out playing kinda whorey parts in cheap slasher films now that you're doing comedy? I mean given your background and where you come from won't people expect you to go back to the more fleshy roles and start showing your tits again? Mentioning showing your tits, who are you having sex with this week? "

Her cheeks explode with a blush and I can tell she is fighting to keep her mouth from falling open. She's too good at what she does to give these vultures something to feed on. She may not be giving them anything but I can tell how deeply his question shook my Sweet Tart. I don't think before I am walking over to the guy and hitting him in the side of the head. I would not have said I was a violent man before Monica but now I know what makes Max want to go around and beat the hell out of guys being inappropriate around ladies. Probably going to have to send him a huge 'I'm sorry now I understand' gift if I don't get arrested tonight.

Monica and her co-star both scream and move back from me and the other guy. I give him a chance to get to his feet. The little shit is sputtering and cursing. 'He'll sue me, I can't just hit him, he has a right to ask questions.' So I hit him again. I go to stand over him and jerk him up by the collar so only he can hear me.

"You do that, son. By the time I’m done digging shit up on you, your job won't be the only thing you lose. Little pissants like you always have secrets to hide."

I turn to find Monica and the actress working alongside her both with their mouths open and their eyes round. I walk over and take Monica by the arm, one hundred percent sure the fucker won't risk going through the legal suicide of suing. By the flood of flashing lights I have definitely made the headlines for tomorrow's news. Fuck if I care.

"What the hell is wrong with you? I can't believe you just hit that man!"

"Believe it Sweets! The fucker deserved more than what I gave him because of what he said to you. I should go back out there and stomp on him just for good measure." I can see her face from my peripheral and can tell I shocked the shit out of her. We go into the dark and cool of the studio and I start opening doors.

"What the hell are you looking for? Have you lost your mind?"

Finally, I find what I want. Usually, in these areas, they have a place where the actors and movie executives can go to rest. I pull her into the room, not letting her arm go until I lock the door behind us.

"What the hell was that, Vin? How is that supposed to fix my image when my agent goes flying off the handle and attacks a paparazzi?" her voice rises and I can tell she is stressing over my actions. I hate that I caused her to worry but I am not a bit sorry that I hit that little bastard.

"Lay down!" There is a little couch in the corner of the room opposite the mirror and makeup table.

"What? Why would I lie down, I'm not tired?" her face holds a slight look of worry that I might have really lost my mind this time.

"Because, Sweets," I walk her back and at the very end give her a little push so that the couch catches her behind her knees, "I plan to eat that pretty pussy so I can calm the fuck down and not go order that man's death."

I didn't think her eyes could get any larger but they do. She's fucking gorgeous with her pouty, little lips spread open wide, waiting for me.

"You...you can't." It's little more than a whisper.

"Can't what, Sweets? Kill him or eat you? 'Cause money can get you a lot of things like a big enough hole dug in the desert and I can and will be running my tongue all over this sweet pussy. Don't forget who I am, sweets!"

I take her legs and tilt her so she loses her balance and falls backwards. "Vin?!"

The very idea of licking and sucking and kissing my way up my little starlet's fresh cunt has me salivating. "Tell me no and I'll stop, Monica."

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