“I want to win an Oscar” (use this path for less established actresses)

You try to hide your scoff beneath your breath but Alexandra hears it anyway.

“Why not?” She insists. “Some actresses have to wait their whole careers to win one. But some win one right away. So why can’t I? I just need the right part.”

You take a good look at her. She looks very tempting squeezed into that dress. If this is what she wants, why hasn’t she made it happen yet? Surely she’s got the skills.

You shrug off her concerns “There’s a lot of members in the Academy that you’ll have to work.”

“I know.” She says, nodding with intent.

You smirk condescendingly. “I mean there are a lot of members in…”

“I know!” Alexandra insists. You can tell that she’s annoyed with you. But she’s in the presence of a powerful man. She’d best not get you too upset. “I know how things work in this town.”

“Then what are you doing all the way over there?” You ask. She wants your help and yet she’s still standing 10 feet away from you. It’s a good question.

Realizing her error, she approaches slowly, hiking her dress up at the hips, so that the skirt rises up just above her crotch, exposing her white silk panties, as she comes to you.

You swing out from your desk, making sure she has easy access for whatever she wants to do. You’re a nice guy, so you figure you’ll let her decide what she wants to do instead of making any immediate cruel demands. After all, it’ll help you figure out how her mind works. She says she’s willing to do what it takes. Let’s she what she thinks that means.

She sits on your lap… well not exactly. She lowers her crotch down onto your knee, still facing you, and starts to grind.

“I know how this town works. I just haven’t been the best at making it work for me.” She insists. That makes sense to you. If she thinks this little lap dance is enough, she is truly naive.

“So… are you not willing to do what it takes.” You ask, feeling her body pulsing against yours, thinking of how many men in the world would be absolutely thrilled to have Alexandra Daddario doing this to them right now. But you’re not other men. You’re a power player in the presence of just another Hollywood slut.

“I am willing” she says, her eyes meeting yours. “I am now. Maybe I wasn’t enough in the past.”

You reach up and caress her cheek. She closes her eyes, pushing her crotch into your leg more passionately. But your tender gesture quickly changes as you slide your thumb up to her soft lips. She parts them for you and you push it inside her mouth. Deep inside.

She grabs your wrist, stopping short of pulling it out. If this is too aggressive for her, she’s in for a rough time.

“Tell me, how many cocks have you sucked to get where you are today?” You ask.

She can’t get out more than a few gurgles with your thumb stretching for her throat, but she tries to answer anyway because, like every other cunt in this town, she’s not very bright.

You pull your thumb back to let her speak (again because you’re so kind.)

“Not many.” She says.

“How many?” You press.

“Really hardly any at all.” She insists, her hair falling into her face as she rides your knee. “Only like thirty or maybe forty.”

“You’ll need to do better than that.” You say as you push your hand into the top of her dress, rubbing your wet thumb into her stuff nipple, then grabbing her tit and squeezing hard.

She hisses with delight, then answers short of breath “I know. I know.” She seems surprised to be enjoying herself.

“Is this making you wet?” You ask with a wicked grin.

She nods. Of course it does. But you don’t want her to think you’d take her word for it, so you slip your other hand’s fingers into her panties and feel a moist slit and a hot, engorged clit (not that you’re going to do anything with that).

“Why do you think this makes you so wet?” You ask, keeping your hand squeezing her tit hard.

Her teeth clench “I... don’t know.”

“I know it’s not easy, but think!” You say, certain that she won't figure it out. This is how you're going to start her lesson, by showing her that she's not capable of thinking for herself.

“Maybe because I’m letting you have control?” Alexandra says, sounding particularly brainless.

That's not the right answer. After all, control over her body isn’t hers to give, it’s yours to take. With this mindset, getting Alexandra to think right and act right is going to be a real project.

And what are you going to get out of it? It'll have to be something no other man who she’s ever known has gotten, that’s for sure. Otherwise it’s just a waste of time. And is she going to get an Oscar out of it? You don't care. And if you do your job she won't care either, once she learns that her purpose in life isn't to win awards for herself.

You imagine how nice it could be when that happens... the satisfaction at knowing you've molded and transformed your favorite actress into something special. It would be a victory for you, a significant step up in your status as a Hollywood king, and nice to add another special slut to your company’s inventory.

Besides, it won’t be hard. You know exactly what needs to be done.