Turning Star upside down

“Little shit?” Francis smirked. “You have so much to learn.”

With a snarl, Paris pushed Nicole away from her crotch and stood up imperiously. She stomped up to Francis and slapped him hard across the face.

“That’s just the beginning,” the rich blonde snapped. “By the time my boys are done with you, no one will recognize you as human.

“Is that so?” Francis grinned, rubbing at his cheek. “I wonder if anyone recognizes you as human now?”

With a snap, Paris slapped Francis again, causing him to step back. On the floor, Nicole curled up in the corner, her face written with fear.

Francis straightened up. He glanced at his hand and in a flash he smacked Paris, knocking her to the floor, leaving a bright red handprint on her face. Paris looked up at him in shock, her limbs splayed out pulling her robe apart and revealing her tone body to the young man.

“Very nice,” Francis smirked. “I’ve always liked girls with spirit. Now stand up and drop the robe.”

“What if I don’t?” Paris gulped, afraid of what the young man would do to her.

“Then I’ll take a can to the nice ass of yours, or perhaps Nicole will.” The actress cowering in the corner looked up, a small smile of hope on her face.

“She won’t,” Paris smirked, straightening the robe about her body. “The little slut sold herself to me.”

“If I told her to, she would hurt you.”

Suddenly, Nicole launched out of the corner upon Paris. The two blondes rolled across the floor of the dressing room, tearing, scratching and biting at each other. After a few minutes, the two girls stood up. Paris’s hands were bound behind her back by the belt of her robe; a sleeve of the robe hanging on by a few stitches. Behind Paris, Nicole grinned at Francis, a trickle of blood running down from the corner of her mouth.

“May I please cane her?” Nichole pleaded. “Please sir, may I?”

“Maybe, Nicole,” Francis smiled. “But tell me, why should I?”

The blonde gawked at him.

“I’ll be yours,” she offered. “I’ll be your ****.”

“I don’t know. After what just happened, I can’t be sure I’d trust you.”

“Please,” the blonde whined. “I’ll be yours body and soul. Just let me hurt this bitch like she’s hurt me.”

“Why should I?” Francis smiled. Nicole glanced at Paris.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” Nichole said softly. “One that will make Paris yours as well.”

“No,” Paris gasped. “You wouldn’t! You promised me that you would never tell!”

“Hush, Paris,” Francis said. “Go ahead and tell me, Nicole.”

“You promise me to let me hurt her?”

“When I let you,” Francis smiled. “And you will be mine to do with as well.”

“Deal,” Nicole grinned. “I had to do some digging to find out about this, but back when Paris here turned eighteen…”