Being a celebrity handler has its perks, until you're the one who's being handled.
TW: my stories are dark twisted romance genre, not for the faint of heart. All of which are fanfiction and MATURE content!
"Sir, your escort to the stage will be here momentarily, if you're ready?" Maria asks. "Yes, let me just grab my phone" Tom replies picking up his cell phone from the charger on the other side of his dressing room.
There's suddenly a knock at the dressing room door, Maria reaches over and opens it. "Hello, I'm here to escort Mr. Hiddleston to the stage" I say in a timid voice as I see him look up noticing me. His eyes leer at me from across the room.
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His expression is intimidating, but I've dealt with many other celebrities in the past who's egos I've had to battle with, so he doesn't really worry me.
"Yes, he's ready" Maria says opening up the door, and stepping to the side. "Mr. Hiddleston" I say smiling as I greet him. "Good day" he politely smiles, but his demeanor is somewhat guarded. Maybe he's just nervous I think to myself. "If you'll please follow me" I say turning to walk down the long dark hallway.
"Do you need anything sir, before you go on?" I ask looking over my shoulder at him. I catch his eyes staring down at my backside as I walk. He then looks up at me and smirks. "I do need something actually" he says.
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I abruptly stop walking and turn around to face him. We're now within earshot of the hall where he's supposed to appear on stage.
The crowd is already cheering from the commentator talking about Tom's upcoming movie. "What can I get for you? Water?" I reply with a polite grin. He licks his lips then looks around the empty hallway. He suddenly grabs my hand and pulls me into a small dark room. He then pushes his body against mine until we butt up to a table. His hands grab my waist spinning me around then he quickly bends me overtop of it. With his mouth next to my ear he whispers "you hear that? The roar of a live crowd...well...it does things to me." I then feel his raging hard cock pressing aggressively against my backside.
"Mr. Hiddleston...that's not what I meant when I asked..." I start to say but I quickly feel his hand slide up underneath my skirt.
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