This is an intro chapter.
It is pure fantasy. Initial concept was to have multiple female celeb protagonist be sexually exploited by a male antagonist. But plan to develop him into more than a standard baddie.
Story has elements of celebrity sex, exploitation, and step-daughter/father incest potential.
Feel free to offer suggestion of future scenes and celebrities.
Prologue:
Priyanka Chopra was livid. Her maid told her there was a guest at the door. Priyanka left the baby with the au pair. She was curious to see who'd be stopping by during the night unannounced. She got a little excited thinking maybe her hubby Nick Jonas, had a gift delivered, while he was on tour in Europe. Wouldn't be the first time.
Priyanka's expectant smile melted away and her spine went cold when she saw Omar Kashogi at the door. His towering muscular physique and natural tanned rugged looks put him in the same club as Jason Mamoa and Dwayne Johnson. Except for one thing. Omar was a cold-blood wolf.
Priyanka's voice cracked as she tried to demand, "What in The Fuck are you doing here?! This is my house!
Omar sneered. "Nice hospitality hot-lips. This is a business call. You're late on last quarter's payment."
Priyanka was incredulous. "Are you insane?! The deal was no contact! Ever!"
Omar ignored her panic. "Do you want me to tell the world that I put a baby in your belly?! Do you want that choir boy husband to know how you begged me to unload all my jizz inside you?!
Priyanka's face went cold, her feet felt numb and tears welled up.
"You know the deal baby. You pay for my silence. When you're late, you get fucked. And tonight you're getting fucked up the ass?!
Before Priyanka Chopra could beg, Omar turned and walked. His head tilted as he spouted a warning. You know where to meet me. Don't be late just to piss me off. You know how I fuck when I'm pissed off.
Olivia Rodrigo's limo pulled up in front of the Beverly Hills Hotel.
Her security guard opened her door and she stepped out and made beeline towards the front door.
The three assigned bodyguards did their best to give her space as the throngs of fans screamed for her from every direction.
She didn't hear any of them. Normally she'd stop and sign autographs. But her mind was out of focus. And not just from the flight back from Honolulu.
The last night of her concert in Hawaii was a disaster. Just before going on stage her Mom had told her some horrible news.
Olivia knew her parents separated over eight months ago. But she had no idea her Mom was dating. To make it worse, some guy had shacked up with her mom! Olivia remembered going numb when her Mom told her she was getting married. What The Double H hockey sticks Mom! Olivia couldn't believe how quickly her Mom has moved on.
She could barely recall through the haze of anxiety as the panic attack hit her out of no where during her concert. She was off key on most of the songs. She even blanked on some of the lyrics. Oh shit! I'm ruined! TMZ is going to have me on blast!
She barely noticed the doorman who held the door open for her. Her stocky, wide bodied guards, escorted her into the lobby. To make matters worse, her Ex was dating again too! Seriously?! Oh My Gawd! Olivia tried to stay off social media. But c'mon, that shit is like meth!
Just make it into the elevator. Olivia's eyes seemed only to focus on closed doors, trying to will the elevator to open and whisk her up to her suite.
She passed by the several hotel employees through out the lobby. She didn't notice most of them had their phones out, taking video or quick pics.
The "ding" sound of the elevator bell as the doors opened was almost heavenly.
Olivia couldn't get her mind of her Mom and this new mystery man in her life. Getting married?! Are you serious with this Mom?! No friggin way am I calling this bozo Daddy! That's for damn sure!
Olivia's assistance swiped the door key in the elevator for the penthouse access.
The elevator ascended silently until the "ding" was heard again. The doors opened in the foyer of the penthouse suite.
Molly, her petite freckled assistant, buzzed around checking if the fridge was stocked with Starbucks Frappacino bottles and Perrier water.
Molly began to open the curtains and assess the best lighting.
Olivia paused before going into the bedroom. "Molly, leave the curtains closed. I'm really need to nap."
Molly stopped short. Her 22 year old bubbly Australian accent was normally comforting to Olivia. But not today. "Sure thing luv."
Do you want me to arrange a massage for you?"
"You're the best. But maybe tomorrow. I just want a quick shower and a nap. Please just have every one out. I don't want to be disturbed."
"As my Khaleesi commands," smiled Molly with a playful bow. "Alrighty, gentlemen," Molly got the attention of the two security guards. I take it everything is secure. So lets head out please." The third guard remained remained stationed outside the suite door as per usual. backwards onto
Olivia fell backwards onto the California king bed with a great sigh. Her lithe body felt tired and sticky with perspiration. She hauled herself out of bed and trudged into the palatial bathroom for a steam shower. She immediately saw that Molly had drawn her a bath. She could see the steam rising up from the claw footed tub. The heavenly scent of lavender and amber caressed her senses.
"Best assistant everrrr!" I have got to give that girl a bonus!
Her underwear, the Psycho Bunny T-shirt and David Bitton jeans had barely hit the Italian marble floor as Olivia slid into the inviting caress of the hot soak.
Olivia allowed herself to relax. Her thoughts went to her pixie Australian assistant Molly. Olivia's manager didn't want to hire Molly since she was only 22 and practically fresh of Qantas air from Melbourne. A more experienced and pedigreed personal assistant would have been preferred. But Molly and Olivia hit it off immediately. The two shared chemistry. And there was also a bit of attraction. Nothing sexual, Olivia told herself. But Olivia definitely noticed Molly checking her out. Of course often it was just Olivia asking if an outfit had the right kind of drip. Olivia found Molly's fresh freckled face and auburn short hair complimentary to her silly sense of humor and ability to laugh in any awkward situation.
The peace in the large soaking tub had Olivia drifting away. She fantasized about sharing the tub with her assistant Molly.
