Brianna was feeling immensely pleased with herself. Within this auspicious setting, of the 2018 Grammy Awards Show, she sat at her table stroking the large gold trophy she had just won. Well, her act had won. Her stupid step-brother, Tom Caley: Best Male Act of 2018. But it was her efforts and risquΓ© marketing that had propelled the young star to fame and made him the hottest, most desired man in the country. And it was her who had taken the lion's share of the profits. Her devious lawyer Tanya had run contractual rings around Tom when he was just a teenager, and he now found himself legally entitled to barely a third of the profits. Off the back of this dumb jock, Brianna had made herself a rich woman.
As the surrounding celebrities and music stars applauded her success, Brianna shone like the fierce goddess she was. Wearing a glittering low-cut red dress that showed off her large heaving cleavage, with her matching diamond-encrusted high heels, she proudly displayed her feminine beauty and her outrageous wealth. At just 26 years old, she fancied herself to be the most eligible woman in the country. And yet she would never allow any man to bring her to heel.
Tom sat silently by her side in his tuxedo. He'd already had too much to drink and was finding the intense pressure and the dazzling lights hard to cope with. Sure he'd won Best Male Act, at the tender age of just 18, but it was Best Album that was the truly undisputed title that he craved. Sadly, one thing stood in his way. Three fucking women.
Tom despised them. A newly formed girl band, May Tree Ark, a trio of young female singers from the backstreets of Detroit. They were all that stood in his way. Their debut album had beaten his own debut in sales, with their overtly feminist overtones striking a chord in the present climate. They were the band millions of women seemed to flock to as their musical sledgehammer against the patriarchy. And that terrified Tom's and his weak little dick.
A video on the main screen featured the judging panel for this award. And Tom suddenly realized something...
"Hang on a minute, what the fuck?!"
Brianna rolled her eyes. Couldn't her idiot step-brother stay silent and just let her enjoy her sweet victory? Next year she'd ensure he was absent and she'd accept all the awards herself 'on his behalf.'
"The judges for this category..." Tom muttered, pointing to the video "Its five women! All five! All women!"
Brianna smirked at his male fragility. "Of course. In the current climate, there was an emphasis on more female representation. What's your problem Tom? You think a group of female judges can't decide between you and May Tree Ark without bias? No-one complained when the judges were all men!"
And to finish her putdown of him she tisked and frowned at him. A symbol he was well trained to know meant he had to shut up instantly. He of course obeyed. He couldn't afford to cross Brianna. Couldn't afford to financially, but also in the wicked ways she could devise to humiliate him. Her shameless exposure of him in many a skimpy costume and nearly-nude events had already attracted a large online following. Plenty of pictures of Tom's ripped, exposed abs, underwear photoshoots, wardrobe 'mishaps' were now plastered on the walls of his adoring lustful fans. Sometimes Tom wondered if they really loved him for his mushy pop tracks or for his stripped-down exposure. And then there were the private 'premium package' events Brianna had him perform at. The humiliation was...he decided not to think on it right now in what was going to be his moment of triumph. Best Male Act was not enough for him, he had to beat out May Tree Ark for Best Album!
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As Brianna and Tom stepped out of the limo to a private after-party, Brianna was short on sympathy.
"Tom, stop whining. May Tree Ark deserved to win it. This time. We'll get it next year. And if I hear one more chauvinist comment from you against the judges I'll make you perform a certain private show for them by way of a humbling apology. Understand what I mean?"
The scared twitch in Tom's penis knew exactly what she meant. The 'private shows' she pimped him out to; bachelorette parties, girl's birthday parties, ladies nights, all-female business groups, he had no desire to lose his clothes again for a rowdy female audience.
"Whose party is this we're going to anyway?" Tom asked his captor, as she led him into a backdoor past the security.
Brianna's smirk and silence did not fill Tom with confidence, as she marched him down a dark corridor. Tom hated when she looked like this. So...powerful. Swaying her hips, stamping her high heels loudly, her mouth in a permanent mischievous pout. Her head thrown back in an imperious attitude. Her unashamed low cut top baring her large boobs almost entirely. Tom had shamefully been sneaking glances at them all night. Just a little slip of the dress further and those beauties would have been fully exposed. Had his step-sister and agent had a boob job recently? Those tits looked divine. Tom dropped back a step and looked wistfully at Brianna's pert ass. Through the tight sheer dress he thought he could make out her lacy thong. He knew she spent a fortune on the most expensive lingerie - money that should have been his! Why did he feel that tonight was being treated more like her victory than his?
Brianna paused at the door to the next room. Tom could hear the music throbbing. It was May Tree Ark's album playing! He could hear various feminine voices and a lot of laughing and snickering behind the door.
Brianna scowled at Tom and stared intently. He knew that look. It meant she was about to say something very serious and he had no right to raise any objections.
"Tom. Remember...humility. Be gracious and accept this. Tonight is not about you. Although...you will be center of attention! I'm sure your massive ego will love that! But your little - ahem - maybe less so!"