There's someone in my room

"Megan! Heya! Glad to see you here."

The voice made me jump, my eyes darting around to see who it was, flaring up in immediate discomfort over the fact that security had let someone into my room without my permission. It was not long before I spotted him sitting on the couch, making himself at home. It was Mr Kadwick, the organizer for the public event I just attended. He was a 40 year old bastard who constantly could not stop bugging me ever since I arrived in his city. I was polite to him since I was required to make the appearance and I was looking forward to never seeing him again, since he would insist on invading my personal space for every photo op and even while in conversation. To me, he was a portly silver haired creep, and if I had my way, I would at least make sure I left with a few of his perfect teeth missing. The fact that he was inside my privately hired space did not bode well with my mood, but I kept it professional.

"Mr Kadwick. Ever heard of knocking?" I joked with him as I kept my distance, "Or security for that matter?"

"Didn't matter to me since you're such a babe and I couldn't keep myself away." He grinned. I felt my fist clench.

"Well, was there something you wanted to discuss? Its pretty late."

"Yeah, yeah." I could feel him look me up and down, the same way he did during the event, "I just wanted to thank you for showing up and making the whole thing a big success."

"You're welcome." I **** a smile back, mentally wishing he would just leave graciously.

"There is just one more thing I needed from you though."

"I would think that is something you would have to discuss with my manager."

I watched him pull out his phone to tap at it, "Oh, it's something much more personal."

Just as I was about to protest his continued intrusion, I opened my mouth to speak... only to find that no words came out. Confused, I tried again to make a sound, attempting to raise my hand to my throat. To my horror, my arm refused to move. Every motion I tried was denied, as if my muscles had fallen asleep. I could not even express my panic as my body relaxed. The only things I could move were my eyes.

"Get over here and take off that lovely looking dress."

My blood froze when my legs started moving on their own. As soon as I stood before him, my hands reached behind my neck to undo the bow that kept the top together, slipping the fabric straight off my smooth and supple skin. The dress flopped onto the floor unceremoniously, exposing my ample tits and black panties to him. Stripped of my dignity by my own hands, I was in shock, the fear of not being in control of my actions sending my mind racing. I wanted so hard to kick him and scream for security, but the reins had been taken from me. I did not even budge as he shifted in his seat to grab onto my breasts to knead them strongly. No amount of disgust or distress could describe what I felt right now.

"You wanna know why we organizers and producers pay so much for you to appear, Mrs Fox? Half of it is so that we can fuck celebs like you all we want." His grin grew wider, lapping at an erect nipple. He paused for a moment to turn back to his phone, "Now let's see.... How should I have my fun this time?"