Fancy

Rachel Zegler was out for a quick jog. Her schedule was incredibly busy, so it was hard to find time to fit in her workouts. She hated wasting an evening exercising, but she loved her tight, fit body and did what she could to maintain it. She was wearing a red sports bra with blue trim and matching spandex shorts. She was listening to her favorite Rihanna song when her ears were assaulted by a sudden burst of static. She slowed to a stop and went to check her phone when the Reba McEntire song "Fancy" started pumping through her ear buds.

Rachel hated country music, and she hated anything that objectified women, and a song about a young prostitute certainly fit that bill. But it was catchy. The controversial artist hummed along to the tune as she resumed her workout. Unconsciously, Rachel veered off course and headed toward a rougher section of the city. Her mind was a complete blank slate as her surroundings changed. Instead of trendy boutiques and quaint bistros, she was now jogging past pawn shops and liquor stores.

The Latina instinctively stopped at a dimly lit street corner and ducked into a nearby alley to catch her breath. Rachel examined her outfit, it wasn't flashy, but it definitely showed off her toned body and young curves. She put a little extra wiggle in her hips as she sauntered back out to the corner.

She was standing there for barely five minutes when a car pulled up and rolled down their passenger window. Rachel Zegler walked over and leaned into the open window.

"Looking to have some fun papi?" The formerly proud feminist spoke with a Latino accent to the potential john. She didn't normally talk like that, but for some reason, it drove guys nuts when she sounded like a trashy punta, so she did what she needed to.

"How much?"

"A hundred for head, one fifty for my pussy, two for my ass chico."

The man pulled a roll of hundreds from his pocket and Rachel climbed in. He drove for a few blocks, Rachel somehow directing him to a nearby parking lot. It was hidden from the main road and the street lights didn't work, so it provided some measure of privacy.

"You know, you look like that chick from that shitty Shazam movie."

"I can be whoever you want me to be baby," Rachel responded in her exaggerated accent.

The couple moved to the roomy back seat and the actress-turned-hooker quickly stripped out of her minimal clothing. She sank to the floor and started sucking the stranger off. She looked up and saw that he had his phone out and was filming her sucking him off. She made sure keep her sultry, brown eyes locked onto his as she expertly worked her mouth up and down his shaft.

Bedlam cackled in delight watching the once proud Rachel Zegler getting ass fucked by a stranger for $200. He hoped she enjoyed her new life as a prostitute, and he really hoped it taught her to be nicer.

He checked the list on his locator screen and saw another name that piqued his interest. She was one of the girls he had in mind when he developed the hypnotic software, and he already had a song picked out for her. He checked the monitors and was happy to see that she was at a red carpet event. Unfortunately, that meant there wasn't any music playing nearby. He waited until she stepped away from the cameras before acting. He didn't want anyone to make the connection between the music and the changes in behavior.

Maisie Williams finally was far enough away from the media for the mad scientist to strike. The young actress was clad in a stunning black gown that gracefully hugged her curves and tastefully showed just a hint of cleavage. She pulled her phone out of her clutch to check for a text message and Bedlam quickly sprang into action.

Maisie almost dropped her phone when a burst of static erupted from the speaker and the pulsing beat of "Dirrty" followed. She frantically tried to mute her speaker, but found no success. The Game of Thrones star looked down at her phone in horror, but her eyes soon drifted to her modest display of cleavage.

Why was she covering up so much? The whole world had already seen her tits. Maisie adjusted her dress until the neckline was a few inches lower, just barely covering her otherwise bare nipples. She couldn't do anything about how much the gown covered up the rest of her body, but she felt better with her titties on proud display.

Almost as soon as she stepped back onto the red carpet, Maisie was practically ambushed by an interviewer.