Patreon Exclusive: Industry Ties Part 2

Hello!

I am deep in the middle of writing Hottie in the Mirror Part 3 right now. I have been a little ill lately, so it has been difficult to find the motivation to write. I also really want to do well on this story, because I know that series has a lot of fans. So it has been coming a little slower than usual. With good luck, I will be able to share a rough draft with you some time this week.

Here is the conclusion to the Patreon exclusive short story I started last time! I really hope you enjoy part 2 of "Industry Ties"! If you liked it, consider leaving a comment. It always makes my day to get feedback.

Avani could see the brilliant flashes of dozens of cameras lighting up Madeline’s wide, naughty smile, her perfectly styled blonde hair, and her curvy body, which was wrapped tight in a low-cut, figure-hugging black dress. Photographers captured pictures of her Mommy from a dozen angles as she exited the limo.  The press was no doubt happy to have fresh images of the mysterious woman who had taken over Avani’s fashion label. 

But these pictures would be nothing compared to what they would see in a moment. 

Avani hesitated. Her outfit had been designed by Madeline herself.  The clothes had seemed fun and sexy when dressing up with her Mommy, but now the reality of showing this outfit to the world, having it photographed from every angle and gossiped about online hit Avani like a ton of bricks. Avani had a sudden overpowering feeling of shame. She wasn’t sure she could do this.

But Avani had no choice. It was already too late. The sparkling, diamond-studded leash in Madeline’s hand pulled tight, dragging on the collar around Avani’s neck, pulling her forward, out of the dark private limo and into the blazing light of the red carpet. 

Avani got to her feet, wobbling on the enormous white platform shoes that her Mommy had picked out. The crowd of fashion journalists was silent for a moment as they took in what she was wearing. It would have looked more at home in a lingerie show than at a fancy event like the Froberger Gala. Over the top of everything was a dress made of material so thin and gauzy that it concealed nothing, simply giving a misty, airbrushed look to the flesh underneath. Avani’s long, firm legs were covered in the white stockings that her mother loved, and her bottoms were tiny lace boy shorts. Above the waist, Avani’s only covering was two glittering star-shaped brooches over her nipples, leaving the rest of her perky breasts exposed to the eyes and cameras of the press. 

And of course, the look was completed by the shiny collar around her neck, joined by a leash to her Mother’s hand. 

The look was stunningly inappropriate. More revealing than even the most daring of see-through runway looks. Although technically everything was covered, the clothing she was wearing served only to emphasize and showcase her body rather than preserve her modesty. For the reporters, the outfit was a delicious contrast to Avani’s former reputation. Avani had been known as a bit of a prude when it came to showing off her alluring body. 

Avani flinched as a camera flashed. And then another. The media surrounding her began to recover from their shock slowly at first, but then with increasing speed. A reporter called out. “Avani! Where have you been?”

“Did you design this new look?”

“What is your relationship with Madeline Rao?”

The sounds of the crowd built up into a dull roar as people jockeyed to get the perfect photograph. Madeline flashed Avani a wicked smile. The press had already taken dozens of photos. Avani’s mind reeled, and she felt moisture building between her legs as she realized that there was no going back. Social Media would be buzzing within an hour about her slutty outfit. Madeline strolled forward, pulling Avani along with a jerk, demonstrating clearly that the leash wasn’t just an ornament: she really had the control of her stepdaughter that the accessory implied. 

When Madeline had told Avani that it was time for the world to see “the new Avani”, she had been brutally literal: the world had now seen how far Avani had fallen; how deeply she was under her mother’s thumb.

Avani sighed in relief as they entered the floor of the gala. At least there wouldn’t be any more reporters inside the party. But her relief was short-lived. The eyes of the guests stared with amused contempt at Avani’s barely dressed body, and more than one fashion icon giggled behind a hand when they saw the former queen bitch of the industry collared and leashed. 

Madeline made no effort to hide Avani’s shameful exposure, leading them through the busiest part of the party, straight through the main ballroom, waving and calling out to people she knew as Avani’s cheeks grew hot with shame. Everyone knew now. Everyone could see that Avani was now the submissive botch of the stepmother she used to hate. 

“M-mommy,” said Avani finally in a meek whisper, “Maybe we can go somewhere a bit more private…” She was being examined with cruel intensity from across the room by a photographer she had turned down for a date years ago. She felt like she might pass out from the extreme shame and arousal. Or worse, her swollen nipples might dislodge the adhesive on the jewelry concealing them, revealing her arousal to the crowd. 

“A private room?” asked Madeline with a curvy smile, making no effort to keep her voice down. “Why you naughty girl… You can’t wait until we get home?” This drew dirty chuckles and giggles from the surrounding crowd, who were now openly watching Madeline and Avani’s kinky antics with frank interest. 

“N-no!” whined Avani, cringing at the attention, praying that the crowd couldn’t see the wet spot she could feel forming at the crotch of her flimsy panties. “I just meant that…”

Madeline sighed theatrically. “All right dear, if you insist. I can’t deny anything to my sweet little daughter after all. Come along now dear.” And with that she turned and tugged Avani along by the leash, leading her down a side hallway off the ballroom and into an unmarked door. 

Avani was surprised and confused to see some sort of dimly lit lounge with a low leather couch in its center, rather than the storage room that she had expected. Madeline led her to the couch and motioned her to sit with a pat of her hand. 

When Avani sunk to the couch, grateful to get off of the massive platform shoes, Madeline pulled her in for a hug. “How are you doing baby?” she murmured, kissing the top of Avani’s head. “I know that this is hard for you.”

Avani snuggled into Madeline’s chest, grateful for her Mommy’s comfort. “It’s hard Mommy!” she said pitifully. “It’s so humiliating for the people I used to know to see me wearing this!”

Madeline stroked her hair while saying in a soothing voice: “Oh, I know my dear. I’m sure it’s the most humiliating thing you’ve ever done. But it’s necessary. Mommy told you she needed your help, right?”

Avani nodded, her brow crinkling.

“Well, this is how you are helping me. You were quite a brat in your former life, darling. A lot of people out there really don’t like you very much,” a hint of dark amusement had crept into Madeline’s voice at this point, and the hand on Avani’s head had begun to grip possessively. “But when people find out I broke that brat they used to know and made her my slutty little toy, they will want to know more about me. This little show of submission from you will make me many valuable connections.”

Avani understood. The changes in her mind hadn’t erased her business sense, or her understanding of the fashion industry. Sometimes, in order to make it to the top, all you needed to do was show that you were stronger and smarter than anyone else. By publicly humiliating her, Medline had proven that she was more powerful than the former biggest bitch in the room. 

“But you aren’t done helping me quite yet…” said Madeline meaningfully. 

A knock on the door startled Avani out of her thoughts. 

In stepped Audrey Frangella, one of Avani’s least favorite people in the industry. 

Audrey was the editor of one of the premier industry magazines. Appearing on the cover, or any of the pages of her magazine was key to advancing as a model. She was a repulsive short little toad of a woman with an ugly mouth perpetually pulled up into a smirk. Back when Avani was a model, Audrey was always trying to push her to show more skin. To use more provocative poses. To interact “more passionately” with male models in her shoots. 

Audrey had always been a true believer in the idea that sex sells. There were dark whispers that she had connections to much less savory figures in an adjacent industry and that any models who were foolish enough to give in too completely to Audrey’s commands might find pictures of themselves on filthy websites before long. 

It was a delicate balance to walk as a new model: giving Audrey enough sexiness to convince her to put you in the magazine, without accidentally revealing too much. When Avani had finally gotten enough clout that she didn’t need Audrey anymore, she relished kicking Audrey to the curb and snubbing her. 

Seeing her now, more naked than she had ever been in Audrey’s photoshoots, Avani felt a twist of fear. What exactly was Madeline planning?

Madeline rose to greet Audrey, leaving Avani fidgeting on the leather couch, trying ineffectively to use her arms to cover her exposed body from the middle-aged magazine editor. 

“Madeline!” croaked Audrey with a broad, nasty grin. “I have to admit, I had been planning to decline your invitation with a polite excuse. But your little show out there intrigued me.”

Madeline laughed with a look of utmost confidence on her beautiful face. “I don’t blame you one bit, dear. From what I’ve heard, my daughter has been just horrible to you. So I understand your reluctance to partner with the company she founded.”

“Yes, said Audrey coldly, her slimy eyes crawling over every inch of Avani’s blushing, quivering body on the couch. “Avani was quite rude about some tasteful nude back shots that I requested, and then made some horrible false accusations about me in the press.” Her eyes flicked to Madeline. “To be frank, I swore never to work with her fashion label again.”

Madeline spread her arms wide. “Well, Ms. Frangella, as you can see, the label is under new management. I call the shots now. And I am sure that Avani would be happy to fully cooperate as a model in whatever kind of shoot you would like.”

The loathsome woman practically licked her lips. “Would she now? Without any complaints? Any sort of photos that I want?”

Madeline chuckled as Avani felt a swooping sense of powerlessness, humiliation, and arousal. 

“As you can see,” said her Mommy with a cocky grin, “Avani no longer has the same kind of prudish hangups that she used to. She will show anything that I ask her to. Avani, dear,” she said in a sweet voice, her blue eyes practically glowing with pleasure at her dominant control, “Please show our guest your pretty pussy.”

Avani’s nipples throbbed in time with her heart. What her Mommy was asking was totally degrading: revealing her most intimate place to a woman Avani had declared beneath her. Willingly showing her pussy to someone she had refused to let even see her naked back. 

Avani took a deep breath and reached beneath her gauzy outer layer, hooking her thumbs beneath her lacy shorts and peeling them down. Audrey moved forward, a wide grin of triumph on her face as Avani’s beautiful brown pussy came into view.

It was completely smooth and hairless. Avani had started waxing herself religiously after Madeline told her that her cunt “had better be soft and slick and buttery-smooth” if she wanted to feel her mother’s tongue between her legs. It was also puffed up and lightly parted with desire, dripping thick strands of excited juice down Avani’s plump thighs. Avani hid her face in shame, humiliated by her enemy’s close examination.

“So the little brat likes it when she gets to show off,” crooned Audrey mockingly. “Well don’t worry, girly. I’ll make sure that lots and lots of people get to see every inch of that beautiful body.”

“I take it that means you are willing to come to an arrangement?” asked Madeline smoothly, placing a hand on Audrey’s shoulder.

Audrey gave a savage grin, unable to take her eyes off Avani’s shamefully revealed pussy. “Lady, you get Avani Rao naked and willing in front of my cameramen, I’ll do anything you fucking want.”

...

Audrey wasn’t the last person Madeline brought in to meet with the newly conquered Avani Rao. Photographers, Suppliers, and Show coordinators. All of them were promised something from Madeline that made the new normal clear: Madeline Rao was now in charge, and Avani Rao was her obedient slut. 

Avani now owed the photographer she had once shot down a blowjob, and she would have to practice her dancing skills: Madeline had promised that Avani would be the stripper at the bachelor party of a man who ran several prominent fashion shows on the east coast. 

It was now clear what role Madeline wanted Avani to play in her company going forward. She was Madeline’s tool to sleep to the top by proxy.

“Just one more meeting, darling,” said Madeline sweetly. “You have been such a good girl tonight! I’m going to reward you all night long when we get home.” Despite Madeline’s dominant control, Avani couldn’t help but be warmed by her praise. She might be a controlling bitch, but Madeline Rao would always be Avani’s beloved Mommy. 

Without knocking, Zofia Serafin swept into the room.

The two years since Zofia and Avani had last spoken had been kind to the tall graceful model. Somehow, despite being perfect before, she was now even more strikingly, coldly beautiful. Her sleek blonde hair was swept back perfectly, shining in the dim light. She wore a chic sleeveless black dress with a slit high up the side that would have been called daring if it weren’t for Avani’s slutty outfit that had stolen the show.

 Zofia’s blue eyes swept the room, fixing almost immediately on Avani, sitting vulnerable and exposed on the leather sofa. Her perfect plump lips curved up into a chilling smile. 

“I see you are a woman of your word, Madeline,” she murmured in her light accent, gliding forward to loom above Avani, who looked up with wide, disbelieving eyes at the woman whose life she had tried to ruin. 

Even after the long evening of countless humiliations, Avani’s feeling of inferiority toward Zofia was maddening. Avani had envied and looked up to Zofia for years when she began modeling at 18. Avani had slowly worked her way up to her rival’s level despite what she saw as Zofia’s massive natural advantages. Her naturally thick and lustrous blonde hair, her deep blue eyes, her creamy, perfect skin. All things that Avani would have killed for, and that she could never have.

Admittedly, Avani had twisted the knife a little when she had finally managed to surpass Zofia. But Avani felt she had earned it. So sitting now, dressed like a pathetic slut, wet and horny from being bullied all night, her panties soaked and discarded, leaving her horny pussy on display while Zofia looked down her nose with amused contempt, Avani flashed back to who she had been as a self-conscious eighteen-year-old girl, feeling miles beneath the beautiful goddess she could never reach. 

“Miss Serafin, I know that you and my daughter have had your differences in the past, but I was hoping that…” began Madeline.

“Silence,” said Zofia quietly but firmly. Madeline shut her mouth with a look of faint annoyance. 

Zofia took Avani’s face in her cupped hand. “Do you remember that night in the dressing room Avani?” she asked calmly, her face blank and unreadable.

Avani looked up at her, eyes wide and submissive. She felt a fresh flood of moisture to her pussy at Zofia’s commanding presence. “Yes, Zofia. I remember.” 

Without a word, Zofia leaned down and kissed Avani, her soft lips pressing against the captive slut’s with firm, moist pressure. She smelled amazing, like cold, clear moonlight. The passionate, soft kiss took Avani’s breath away and instantly transported her back to that night. Both of them had been high from a successful show. Both of them were talking about problems they were having with men. A champagne bottle had come out. The complaints about men had become sharper, sidelong glances hinting at a deeper root to the complaint. Avani couldn’t remember who had made the first move. Obviously, when she told the story later, Avani claimed Zofia had kissed her, but she couldn’t be sure. After that, it was a blur of fingers and lips and hot, panting breaths, sweet moans, and cries for more.

It had been an incredible experience, but not enough for the old Avani to show Zofia mercy. 

Zofia pulled away from the kiss, keeping her face just inches from Avani, their eyes locked, sparks flying between them. “After that night I was so excited,” said the gorgeous blonde model ruefully. “I was practically picking out wedding invitations. I was an idiot. I didn’t understand how broken you were.”

Zofia pulled back to her considerable height, once again staring down her nose at the pathetic slut beneath her. “I wanted us to be more Avani. It was you who insisted that we be enemies. Remember that.”

Zofia turned to Madeline. “You want me to model for your company, correct?” she asked sharply.

“Yes, ma’am,” said Madeline, happy to let the haughty model be in control as long as she got what she wanted in the end.

“And I can name my price?” asked Zofia, raising an eyebrow.

“Anything within my power,” agreed Madeline with a lecherous smile.

Zofia turned back to Avani, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Well, then, I’d like to hire your daughter as my personal assistant.” 

Avani’s eyes grew wide. “N-no! Mommy, please, anything but that!” She had been expecting some sort of humiliating one-off sex act like the others had requested, but despite being non-sexual, this request was much worse. She would be publicly subordinated to her worst enemy, forced to wait on her hand and foot in front of an industry that would be delighted to watch her debased condition.

Avani remembered how badly she had treated her own personal assistants… Her pussy throbbed at the idea of being dominated all day long by this perfect, infuriating woman, despite her fear. 

“Don’t be silly, dear!” scolded Madeline. “It will be good for you to have a job to occupy your time. I think it is a lovely idea, Miss Serafin!”

“You will fetch my coffee,” purred Zofia with a satisfied smile. She gave Avani a light push, forcing her onto her back. “You will take my calls.” Zofia began delicately rolling up the bottom of her dress, revealing more and more of her creamy thighs. 

“And when I get too stressed,” she said, finally uncovering her pussy, “You will humbly service me beneath my desk, like the obedient little assistant you are.” Her pussy was as infuriatingly perfect as the rest of her body, plump, smooth, and a delicate rosy pink color. A slight glistening at the lips revealed how much Avani’s rival was looking forward to her new assistant’s first act of service. 

Zofia moved forward with speed and grace, squatting over her defeated enemy's face, eager to indulge in the pleasures of her victory. Zofia’s sweet pussy filled Avani’s world, overwhelming her eyes with its glistening perfection and her nose with its feminine musk. 

“Consider this your interview,’ said Zofia with a smirk. “Impress me.”

If Avani had any self-respect left, she would have refused to orally pleasure the woman intent of disrespecting her, but her Mommy had trained her well. By this point, Avani craved domination, and submissively eating pussy was one of her favorite things to do. 

Zofia was different from her Mommy. She tasted different, and her thighs had a different feel snuggled around Avani’s face, but the deep feeling of inferiority and submission was the same, and before long Avani’s hands were buried between her own legs while she greedily swirled and plunged her tongue in her rival’s superior pussy. 

Finally, breathing heavily and dripping from a mixture of Avani’s saliva and her own love juices, Zofia rose to her feet. 

“You’re hired,” she said with a smile. “Now, there’s just one last thing to take care of.” 

She turned to Madeline. “Your daughter seems a little hot and bothered by tonight's negotiations,” said Zofia, eyeing Avani’s dripping wet pussy. “Do you mind if I give her some relief?”

“How kind of you!” said Madeline graciously, watching the proceedings with amusement. “Please do!”

“Perfect,” said Zofia smugly, reaching down to remove an elegant heel. “Avani, the last time we met, you gave me some advice. Do you remember what it was?”

Avani shook her head, gazing up with fear and arousal as the dominant beauty above her raised a naked foot. “N-no, Zofia.”

“Call me ‘my lady’ from now on, Avani. You told me that when you see a person who is down on their luck…” Zofia brought her perfectly manicured foot down with deliberate slowness, pressing it against Avani’s soaking pussy. “...that is the perfect time to crush them under your foot.”

Zofia began moving her foot, pressing and wiggling her sole and heel against Avani’s needy cunt, pushing her new assistant’s already aroused body closer and closer to orgasm. It was intensely demeaning. As if Avani wasn’t even worthy of Zofia’s mouth. Not even her fingers. She was only worthy of the pleasure from the lowest part of her lady’s body. She was unquestionably beneath Zofia in every way right now. And it was going to make her cum her brains out. 

“Does it feel good, peasant?” hissed Zofia, relishing turning one of Avani’s favorite dismissive insults against her. 

“Yes, my lady! It feels so good!” moaned Avani, writhing her hips up against Zofia’s foot, feeling the shame soak deep into her soul as Zofia drove her to sexual depths that even her Mommy hadn’t managed. 

“You told me that there are two kinds of people in the world, Avani,” said Zofia, her face glowing with triumph. “People who fuck others, and people who get fucked. Which are you?”

Avani’s face burned, her pussy was on fire with submissive lust. 

“I… I get fucked, my lady! I’m a person who gets fucked!”

“Good girl. Now cum. Cum for your lady, peasant.” Zofia leaned down hard, and Avani moaned in shame and ecstasy as she came on her rival’s foot, watched by her giggling mommy as she consummated her complete defeat.

Zofia swiftly rolled her dress back down and wiped her foot off on Avani’s tender belly before replacing her shoe.

“My people will be in touch for the more official details of our arrangement,” said Zofia cooly, the blush in her cheeks already fading back to her perfect porcelain white. “It will be a pleasure working with you, Ms. Rao.” 

Madeline gave her a simpering smile and shook her hand on the way out. “Likewise, I’m sure Miss Serafin.” 

Avani lay back on the couch where Zofia had left her, breathing heavily and hiding her eyes, her humiliation overtaking her as her lust faded away for the moment. 

…

It took many kisses and soothing words from her mommy for Avani to feel better about that night. But From the beginning, they both knew that Avani would be going to work for her new boss eventually.

After all, Avani would do anything to help her mommy.