Industry Ties

This story is a mini-sequel to "The Wicked Step-Daughter". To find out how Avani was hypnotized into a mommy's girl for Madeline, check out that story!

This is the first in a series of short stories I am writing that spin off established characters from my other stories. Are there other characters or stories you would like to see expanded on in a short story like this? Let me know in the comments!

I hope you enjoy this story!

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Two years ago...

Avani Rao heard her coming long before she arrived.

Avani shook her head while carefully checking her lipstick for smudges. Zofia had never been very good at controlling her impulses, so it certainly wasn't out of character for her to scream at Avani's bodyguards. But Avani would have thought that her rival had better sense than to make a scene at a high-profile event like the Froberger Gala.

As she listened to Zofia's heated, lightly accented voice arguing with her bodyguards outside of the bathroom, Avani's only reaction was a small self-satisfied smirk as she painstakingly reapplied her mascara in the mirror. Let the stupid little slut dig herself deeper. No matter how justified Zofia's anger was, the scandal rags would tear her to shreds if she melted down at the fashion industry's biggest social event of the year.

The door to the bathroom burst open, admitting a wild-eyed Zofia Serafin and two disgruntled bodyguards.

"Sorry, ma'am," said one burly, chagrined man, trying his best to herd the advancing blonde woman back out of the bathroom without touching her or her expensive-looking silvery dress. "We'll take care of this."

Avani sighed, dropping her makeup back into her clutch and snapping it closed. "It's fine. She's here now, she might as well stay. Leave us alone for a moment." The two bodyguards retreated, blustering and apologizing. Avani mentally noted their faces as they left so she could fire them later, then turned her attention to the furious blonde attempting to confront her.

Zofia Serafin was in some ways the archetypical model. Thin but not bony, gracefully slim with long legs, small pert breasts, a captivating, classically beautiful face, and deep blue eyes that seemed too intense to be real. Her enthralling beauty had once made Avani envious. After all, as a brown girl with a curvy ass, Avani didn't have the typical look that most fashion houses wanted.

But there was no reason for jealousy anymore. Not now that Avani had definitively won.

"You," said Zofia, almost white-faced with rage. "How could you?" Even completely distracted by anger, she was still annoyingly perfect, not one sleek blonde hair out of place.

Avani just gave her a pitying look. "I have no idea what you are talking about, honey," she said dismissively.

"Don't you play dumb with me, Avani Rao," snarled Zofia, her perfect mask finally cracking as her lip curled up to bare her sharp white teeth. "There's only one spot for a new designer in Accardi's Spring show. And it was mine. Right up until you stole it."

Avani shrugged languidly. Zofia was totally right of course. Avani and Zofia were both struggling to break out of modeling into designing and, like she had said, there was only one spot for a new designer in the Accardi show. Avani could buy all the sweatshops she wanted with her daddy's money, but prestige was harder to obtain: getting into that show had been crucial. So Avani had done what was necessary to ensure that her designs would be in that show rather than Zofia's.

"Well I hope you enjoy it, Avani," said Zofia, her eyes shining with hatred. "Because I will get my chance. I'll make it big. And when I catch up to you, you'll have an enemy for life."

Avani laughed airly, striding up to Zofia with the swagger of a woman confident in her victory. "But you aren't going to catch up to me, you peasant," she hissed. "Because I told everyone what happened in the dressing room after our show last week."

Zofia froze, her face a mask of disbelieving shock. "You didn't," she said numbly.

"I did," said Avani smugly. "And no one is going to want to take a chance on sponsoring a lesbian fashion designer right now. God, think of what she might do to the poor girls in the dressing rooms! The scandal!"

"But, but you... I'll just tell everyone what you did too!" said Zofia, her bright blue eyes wide and for some reason hurt as they stared into Avani's. Involuntarily, Avani's mind flashed back to that night. Her lips on Zofia's, their hands tangled in each other's silky hair. Fingers softly slipping down between each other's legs, finding the willing wetness there... She shook her head to dispel the memory. There was no point in thinking about that.

"Who will they believe? The woman who just successfully launched her own fashion line? Or the newly blacklisted lesbian?" said Avani cruelly, turning toward the exit.

"Why?" said Zofia in a pitiful voice. Avani turned with a look of disgust to see that the ridiculous woman was actually crying. How embarrassing. "You already won," said Zofia shakily. "Why did you have to r-ruin me too? I thought we could have been friends... or..." she trailed off miserably.

Avani felt an uncharacteristic stab of guilt but squashed it immediately. She had no time for mercy or pity if she wanted to prove herself to her father and mother. "I don't need to be friends with a failure like you, Zofia," she said lightly, "Or whatever perverted thing you had in mind. And to answer your question..."

Avani smiled viciously. "I did it because I could. When you see someone is down, that's the right time to crush them under your foot. You might have been an obstacle in the future. You admitted it yourself. The smart move was to grind you under my heel while you couldn't fight back. There are two kinds of people in this world, peasant," she said, turning her back on the devastated woman, "People who get fucked, and people who do the fucking."

"And you just got fucked," said Avani with cruel finality, pushing open the door, and leaving the sobbing blonde woman behind.

She rejoined the glittering crowd to receive their insincere congratulations for her upcoming first big show as a designer.

...

The present day...

Avani opened the door to the sitting room silently, peeking one beautiful tawny eye into the room to check that the coast was clear.

Her Mommy was sitting on the leather sofa, facing away from her daughter, distracted by a conversation on the phone.

Perfect. It was the ideal setup for the prank Avani had in mind. Mommy had been a little too mean last night, tying Avani up and teasing her for hours with feathers and hot wax and ice until she was a quivering, dripping mess, then denying her an orgasm, flashing a wicked smile, and saying goodnight.

Avani was always a good little girl for her Mommy. But if Madeline was going to play games like that with her stepdaughter, she shouldn't be surprised if it made Avani act a little naughty.

Mommy wasn't the only one who could get someone all hot and bothered. Avani slipped into the sitting room without a sound, wearing an outfit that she knew would drive her stepmother crazy. She wore thigh-high white stockings, complimented by a lacy garter belt that emphasized her curvy hips and the swell of her firm ass. The pure, clean white of the lingerie perfectly complimented the luscious cinnamon-colored skin of the rest of her bare body, and presented what Avani hoped would be an irresistible treat for her horny mother.

Avani had tucked a daisy behind one ear to complete the look. Madeline liked it when Avani looked innocent, soft, and submissive, so she hoped that her outfit would provoke her mommy into an afternoon of sweaty, filthy mother-daughter sex. Her pussy was already wet at the prospect and her nipples were like two pebbles standing up from her small shapely breasts. Avani lived for sex with her Mommy. Sex with Daddy was fun too of course, but he was gone on a month-long series of factory visits. In fact, that was likely why Madelin had been so mean lately: her favorite sub wasn't currently available, so Avani was pulling double duty.

Avani crept forward silently on her stocking feet. Heels would have worked great with this outfit: they always made Avani's ass look even more incredible, but this was a stealth mission, and being quiet was essential.

Madeline Rao was utterly absorbed in her phone call, staring into space with her piercing blue eyes and running a distracted hand through her shining blonde hair as she listened intently. As usual for the morning, she was wearing only a thin silk robe that pressed tight against the curvy naked body beneath. Just what Avani wanted.

Easy Access.

Avani dropped to her knees behind the couch, crawling along the side and waiting for her moment. Madeline stopped mid-sip of her morning coffee. "I know she has refused to negotiate. That's the entire point, Rod," she said, her voice tight with exasperation. "I'm saying that I have something she won't be able to refuse. I need her to be in that room. Promise whatever you need to, but make it happen. Once she's in that room I guarantee she will be mine." Madeline turned to the side, rustling some of the magazines on a side table, looking for something.

Avani saw her moment to strike and took it, crawling swiftly to Madeline's feet and getting into position, eyes peering upward, legs spread to reveal her glistening pussy, her teeth lightly gripping her plump lower lip. Let's see what Mommy thinks of this.

As Madeline Rao turned back from the side table, a magazine in hand, she finally noticed Avani at her feet. Her beautiful blue eyes widened in surprise, then focused with bright interest on her daughter's provocative nudity and clear arousal. Her curvy lips quirked up into a smirk, and an elegant eyebrow lifted up. "Not now, darling," she mouthed silently, pointing at the phone.

Avani pursed her lips and scrunched her eyebrows together in an exaggerated sexy pout. She laid her chin on her stepmother's knee and dropped one perfectly manicured hand between her legs, beginning to gently play with herself beneath her Mommy's watchful eye. Madeline clearly began to grow interested despite herself. Keeping her lovely golden brown eyes locked with her mother, Avani planted a soft, hot kiss on Madeline's inner thigh, just above the knee, slowly sliding her free hand up the inside of her Mommy's leg.

Madeline slapped Avani's wrist gently as her hand approached the hemline of Madeline's skimpy robe, raising both eyebrows now and waggling a finger in front of Avani's face. But Avani was reading her stepmother's mood carefully. There was a difference between an annoyed "stop what you are doing immediately, Avani, I'm serious" and a flirty "Ooh, you had better stop, you naughty girl, or Mommy might have to punish you", and Madeline was definitely in the latter mood.

Avani parted her glossy lips and took Madeline's warning finger into her mouth, gently sucking it and swirling her tongue as her eyes blazed with submissive pleading, locked with her Mommy's commanding blue gaze. "I know she's the hottest in the business right now," said Madeline distractedly into the phone, unable to look away as her stepdaughter gave her finger a slutty blowjob. "That's why I want to meet with her."

Keeping her lips moving up and down her mother's finger, Avani's hands ran once again up Madeline's inner thighs, parting them gently as they went. Madeline looked mildly exasperated but smiled gently and withdrew her finger, running her hand lovingly through Avani's hair before grabbing the back of her head and pulling her in, between her thighs, to the prize Avani had been begging for.

Avani greedily kissed her mother between her legs, parting her lips with an eager tongue and tasting the thick gooey evidence of how horny her little show had made her Mommy. A long time ago, the idea of eating Madeline out had disturbed Avani: the idea of this kind of subservience terrifying and arousing her all at once. But now, worshiping her Mommy's pussy was one of Avani's favorite things to do. Madeline's round, powerful thighs snuggly around her head, her hand gently guiding at the back of Avani's head, her soft, juicy cunt grinding against her daughter's lips, her words soft and encouraging or imperious and demanding, depending on her mood. Avani craved them all. They made her feel like the good little girl that Madeline wanted her to be. They made her feel safe and loved.

Avani could hear Madeline continuing the conversation, her voice getting just the slightest bit raspy from her arousal. "If she agrees to meet, I don't care what time she comes. Move another appointment if necessary." Avani redoubled her efforts, rejoicing that her naughty little prank was working. Her tongue alternated between plunging deep and swirling and wriggling over her Mommy's clit, pleasuring her mother's pussy exactly how Madeline had trained her to do. Madeline's concentration was already starting to break, if Avani worked hard, maybe she could even make her mother cum while on the phone with her assistant.

Avani felt Madeline tense up as her hard work paid off, clamping her thighs around Avani's face and gripping a fistful of her silky black hair tightly. Her Mommy's sweet, sticky pussy spasmed, crushed up against Avani's writhing tongue. "I... I'll call you later," said Madeline into the phone, trying and failing to keep the moans out of her voice. "Maaake that meeting Haaaappen!"

Madeline tossed the phone aside, breathing heavily as she came down from her orgasm. She flipped up her silk robe to reveal Avani pulling away, licking her lips with a self-satisfied expression. "Come here, you little brat!" she growled with playful anger, grabbing Avani's petite body and pulling it over her lap as her stepdaughter squealed with mock protest. Sometimes being punished by Mommy could be even more fun than getting cuddled by her.

Avani wiggled her plump naked ass alluringly while thrown over her mother's lap, pretending to be trying to get away while presenting as juicy a target as possible. She bit her lip in anticipation. When it came to Mommy's punishments, she had learned to love spankings most of all.

Smack Avani yelped as the glossy magazine Madeline had been holding cracked against her bare behind. "You know that I have to run your entire fashion label for you now, right, Avani?" said Madeline sternly, rubbing the smooth cool surface of the magazine over Avani's stinging ass.

"Yes, Mommy," said Avani in a pitiful voice, pushing her ass higher as a trail of shiny liquid seeped from her pussy, slowly tracing down her inner thigh.

Smack "And it's hard to do that when horny little brats can't keep their mouths off of Mommy's pussy," said Madeline patiently.

"I-I'm sorry Mommy!" whined Avani, "I just love you so much, and I... I..." Because of the way she had been programmed, sometimes Avani could feel an echo of her old self looking over her shoulder. It wasn't enough to stop her from submitting completely to her stepmother, but it was enough to make deep humiliation a familiar part of her lovemaking.

The old Avani inside her remembered her pride and her old hatred for Madeline Rao as she reached behind her with both hands to spread her cheeks and present the spectacle of her flushed, sloppy pussy to her amused Mommy. Her cheeks burned with the residual shame of her old self as Madeline gave a low chuckle and rested her fingers lightly between Avani's legs.

"You needed to feel your Mommy's love," Madeline said with smug satisfaction. Her fingers began pressing and rubbing in small circles over her little girl's swollen clit. Avani moaned in deep shame and sexual bliss as Madeline dug her fingers deeper, burying her hot face into the couch cushions. "Especially after your bad Mommy got you all hot and wet and desperate last night and left you all alone..."

Madeline grabbed Avani's petite hips with her powerful arms and picked her up, positioning Avani so that she was upside down, one trembling brown thigh on either side of her stepmother's head, her needy pussy only inches from Madeline Rao's smirking mouth. "Well, Mommy is sorry, Avani. I've been a little stressed and I took that out on you. Let Mommy kiss you better..." Her hot breath was so close that Avani could feel it on her pussy. In the heat of the sexual moment, her old self faded away, burnt out for the moment by the depth of her sexual need. "Yes!" she moaned, "Kiss me Mommy!"

Madeline pulled Avani back onto her face, her hot, wet mouth engaging her daughter's desperate cunt with loving enthusiasm. Avani saw stars, clinging desperately to Madeline's torso as she hung suspended from her mother's powerful grip. Her nerves lit up like a Christmas tree as her Mommy's plunging, swirling tongue penetrated her deeply from behind, her soft lips rubbing and stimulating as she worked.

Sometimes Avani thought it was a little unfair. When Avani ate out her Mommy, she felt like she was worshiping and servicing her superior, but when Madeline ate out Avani, Avani felt like she was being conquered and ravished by the dominant older woman. No matter what position they were in, Avani was always the submissive, Madeline always the dominant. But it was hard to get truly annoyed at the inequality, not when Mommy's mouth made her feel like this.

Avani was already on edge after last night and her submissive little 'prank' she had just pulled on her stepmother, so it didn't take long for Madeline's expert mouth to bring her to orgasm, her trembling legs gripped her Mommy's face tight as she squeaked and moaned out "I love you, Mommy!" over and over again.

...

Avani sat in Madeline's lap, sucking softly at a nipple on her Mommy's big, beautiful breasts as Madeline gently and teasingly played with her daughter's pussy. It was one of her favorite relaxing positions. She felt calm and whole and unified with her mother, which was all she had ever wanted.

"Avani," said Madeline gently, looking down with loving eyes, "I have something important to discuss with you."

Avani looked up at her mother, a slight thrill of apprehension running through her as she realized that whatever Madeline was about to bring up was serious. She released her mother's nipple, still shining and erect, from her mouth. "Yes, Mommy?' she said meekly.

Madeline sighed and grimaced. "This has been a lovely little escape from reality, these past few months. Just having you here all day, only worrying about pleasing your Mommy and Daddy. But it's time for you to go out into the world again. As the new you."

Avani's eyes widened as she realized what Madeline was saying. "B-but.." she began numbly.

"Don't worry dear!" said Madeline hastily, stroking her hair. "I'm not abandoning you or throwing you out, Mommy will be with you every step of the way. But you need to rejoin the real world, as the new you."

Heading out into the world as the new her would be extremely risky for Avani's reputation, especially if Madeline was there "every step of the way". The idea of the whole world finding out about Avani's utter submission to Madeline made the old Avani inside her wake up with a flash of humiliated terror. "But why Mommy?" she said, her heart beating quickly, "I just want to stay home with you!"

Madeline smiled, but a frosty chill crept into her eyes. Avani was skirting dangerously close to disagreeing with an order. "Well, for one, the press is starting to obsess over the fact that you haven't been seen in several months. We need to nip that in the bud."

Madeline tossed down the glossy magazine she had used to spank Avani. "More importantly, the Froberger Gala is coming up, and your Mommy needs your help." The magazine showed a stunning blonde model in a daring dress, with headlines all around her picture about this year's Froberger gala. Avani gulped. It was the biggest event of the year for fashion industry insiders. Avani remembered that, even back when she was at the top of the modeling world, going to the gala had felt like diving into a tank filled with sharks.