This is not intended for readers under the age of 18 (or 21 in some states, I guess). I do not own, nor do I even know Chloe Moretz. This is my very first fanfic, so please be vocal and tell what I did wrong. (NOTE: If it feels empty, it's because I intended this to be a series; your reaction will decide that!)
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I had a love-hate relationship with my job. On one hand, it has great benefits. The pay check was always hefty, and the job also many chances to go to some wild parties. But, it just wasn't worth it anymore. You see, my job was to be the personal body guard of Chloe Grace Moretz. On camera, she appeared as a loveable, baby-faced sweetheart. But in the real world, everybody in Hollywood knew she was an absolute mega-bitch. I was just one of the many body guards she had had over the years, and I had put up with the blonde haired slut for considerably longer than the others. It was roughly a year and three months since I was hired.
Nobody could put up with the foul mouthed brat for long, but, my persistence was too much for her to break me. That was, until, she was dumped by Brooklyn Beckham. Now, everyone knew Chloe Grace was a Royal Bitch, but, she had really turned the heat up since being thrown aside by her gentleman caller. I couldn't take it anymore, and I was definitely on the verge of losing my sanity. She used to praise me for my ability to protect her, never allowing the sex crazed fans to get close the blonde actress. But since being dumped, Chloe had treated me less like a hired form of protection, and more like her personal errand boy. I was fed with walking her dogs and picking up her lunch.
Today was the day; the day that I announce to, "Ms. Chloe", that I was quitting this job, and no amount of raise could make me stay. I thought about sending her a text of resignation, but, I figured that even though she was a bitch, she deserved enough to hear it I person. So, I decided that I would tell her the next time I saw her. Just as I had completed that thought and was about to fix myself a snack, my phone rang. The screen of my phone read "Ms. Chloe (the tramp)". I answered the phone in a happier tone than usual, delighted by the thought of quitting, leaving that little skank without proper protection from her fan base.
"Yes, Ms. Chloe?" I asked.
"Get your lazy, fat ass here now. I want to go to the gym and I can't do it without you protecting me!" Chloe said in an aggressive tone.
"Yes Ma'am. I'll be right over to escort you Ms. Chloe." I replied unnaturally cheerful.
She quickly hung up the phone, too worried about her own business to notice my unusually upbeat mood. I exchanged the chimichanga I was going to make myself for a small bag of chips, and I hopped in my truck, ready to tell off Chloe.
As I traveled to her house, I thought about how much more fun it would be if she thought I would escort her, only to rip it away, making her look dumb in the process. That seemed like it would be a blast, so I decided that's what I would do. After what seemed like no time at all, I had arrived at Chloe's large, five bedroom house.
I exited my truck and etched towards her front door. In the process of this, I looked at my phone and was surprised to see that, "Ms. Chloe", had not contacted me in any way. Naturally, I would've noticed a phone call, but, she didn't even send a single text.
As I approached the door, I wiped the bottoms of my sneakers along the rugged welcome mat that lay under Chloe's door. I pressed my thumb on the doorbell and listened to it's ring echo throughout Chloe's house. I waited as nobody came to answer the door. After about twenty seconds, I pressed the doorbell again. Yet again, there was no answer at the door. Now beginning to grow impatient, attempted to alert Chloe, this time by giving the door a thorough, police sized knock. Finally, she answered the door. Though she aggravates me to extreme levels, I couldn't help but think about how cute she looks in her athletic gear. She wore a pink sports bra with black stripes and a pair of skin tight athletic shorts that matched her bra. Chloe also wore a pair of a pair of white, knee high socks, tucked away in a pink pair of tennis shoes. To my surprise, she politely greeted me at the door.
"Oh, hi Sean." Chloe greeted. "Make yourself at home, and I'll be ready in a few minutes."
As she walked past me, I couldn't help but look down, between her legs, and to my surprise, I saw a medium sized wet spot, right were her pussy would be. My first thought was that she may have pissed her pants, but then I noticed how moist the inner parts of her thighs were. It was clear to me now that the reason she was late to the door because she had been masturbating.
"Hey uh, Ms. Chloe?" I said.
"Yeah Sean?"
"Just let me know when your ready, okay?"
"Sure thing" she stated.
With that said, she walked across the hall, while I take a seat on her black, leather sectional. As several moments pass, I plan the moment where I tell her that I'm quitting in my head. I continued to wait, until I couldn't wait anymore. I stood up and walked towards her bedroom. As I approach the door, I can hear small moans and whimpers.
I process the sounds that I've heard, and come to the conclusion that she's playing with herself again. How Excellent, I thought. Now I can humiliate her, too! I barged through her door, but, too my surprise, Chloe continued to rub her tiny twat.
"Ooooohh, hello Sean, do you like what you see?"
I didn't answer the question, as I continued to stare blankly in the direction of the naughty actress.
"I'm... I'm quitting this job you little bitch!"
She didn't respond, instead choosing to ignore me, whilst simultaneously rubbing her pussy. As an awkward silence filled the room, Chloe noticed that I was watching her now, the tip of my dick poking out from the top of my pants. Wanting to impress me, the young actress slipped two fingers in her pussy, finger fucking herself at a fast pace.
"Didn't you hear me, I said I was quitting?"
At this point, the look on her face gave way to her coming orgasm, and, I honestly didn't expect a response. There was no way she would be able to answer, as even her orgasmic moans were barely coherent.
"OOOOOOOHHH FUUHHH!!" Chloe screamed as she came hard, all over her fingers. She then stopped to finally respond to my bold statement.
