'Bonding'

"Okay, let's read through it one more time," you say. You are in a conference room in your LA offices, sitting at the head of a small table. Brie Larson is on your right, and Gal Gadot is on your left. Gal is leaning back in her chair, with her feet up on the table. Both women are dressed in fairly casual attire. Brie in a t-shirt, jacket and denim jeans, and Gal in a grey blouse with black leather pants and boots. Both women have a script in their hands for your latest movie 'Wonder Woman vs Captain Marvel'. It is agonizing, having these two beautiful women in front of you and not being able to fuck them yet. You've been planning this for five days, you want everything to be perfect.

Gal begins reading her lines, in her sexy accent. "You'll never defeat me Captain Marvel, I am Wonder Woman: Daughter of Zeus and Princess of the Amazons." Then it was Brie's turn, "That's where you're wrong Wonder Woman. I have powers that you could only dream of." So far everything is going according to plan. You are alone, in a room, with these two beautiful women. You know the room is soundproof, and the windows have been tinted, so nobody can see inside. You can do what you want to these women. First of all though, you may need to add one more rule. You pull out the Rulebook and quickly scrawl.
Old Rule: Actors will do ANYTHING to be in a Gerry Manheim film.
You can now proceed with the next phase of your plan. "I'm gonna stop you right there." You say, interrupting Gal mid-sentence. "It's clear that you two ladies have learned your lines, so I'd like us to do something else today, a bonding exercise, to bring you two closer together. If you don't have chemistry in real life, how can you have it on the big screen?" Gal and Brie, were nodding, agreeing with you, they wouldn't jeopardize their chance to be in your film. "Now, I have special way of prepping my actors, and especially actresses, for their roles, but it's a trade secret, so if you want to be in my film, you're not allowed to tell anyone." Both Gal and Brie were nodding vigorously in agreement. "Very good." You say, an evil smile stretching across your face.

You give the girls a quick break while you go to get a cup of coffee. You also discreetly turn off the security cameras in the building, so that nobody would see what happens next. Nobody questions you about it. You are Gerry Manheim. You can do as you please.

You re-enter the conference room to find Gal and Brie already waiting for you, fully dolled up in their respective superhero costumes. Both of them looked stunning. They were fully made up and had had their hair done by your on-site stylist as well. You lock the door behind you. Then, without waiting any longer, you grab Gal, who is closest, and shove your tongue down her throat. You kiss her for about thirty seconds, she has such soft, supple lips. Then you grab Brie and do the same. "Hmm." You say, thoughtfully, "I reckon Brie is a better kisser. Sorry Gal, that means you lose. Get on your knees." She obeys. You are beside yourself with glee at seeing how much power you have over an actress like Gal Gadot. The archetypal feminist icon, Wonder Woman, is now kneeling subserviently at your feet, (where she should be) waiting for your orders.

You can't wait any longer. You unbuckle your belt and yank down your pants. Gal and Brie both gasp at the size of your massive cock. "Open your mouth." You say to Gal. She complies. You shove your throbbing member between her soft lips, and into her mouth. She is quick to catch on, and begins to suck your dick with vigour. She gives you a fantastic blowjob, taking all twelve inches of your cock into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. What makes it even better is that it's Wonder Woman performing this degrading and humiliating act, and by the looks of things, she loves it. You decide that, since your hands are free, you might as well use them. While Gal is sucking your dick, you grope Brie's small but firm tits. They may be small but they are perky and well shaped. Brie begins to moan as you gently massage her nipples over the top of her skin-tight Captain Marvel costume. You can't believe all this is happening in a conference room in an office, you really can do whatever you want.

You feel yourself about to explode, and release Brie's tits so you can focus on the moment of ecstasy. You go off like a cannon and shoot your hot load into Gal's mouth. There is so much jizz. More of it than you ever thought you could produce. So much that it's starting to dribble out the corners of Gal's mouth. You quickly grab her throat, gently, you're not trying to strangle her, just prevent her from swallowing. "Quick, Brie, lie down on the table." You order. Brie is quick to comply. She lies down on the table, face up, arms at her sides. "Now Gal, spit out all that cum on to Brie's pretty face. Get as much of it on there as you can." You release her throat and Gal stands up and quickly begins spitting and dribbling the cum all over Brie's face. "Make sure you get it in her hair." You order. Pretty soon, Brie Larson's beautiful face is covered with a filmy mixture of saliva and cum. It feels so good to see this feminist icon humiliated and degraded. In fact, it feels so good that it makes you rock hard again.

You grab Gal, her mouth now empty of cum, and shove her down on the table next to Brie. You lift up Wonder Woman's blue skirt and see Gal's beautiful, shaved pussy, moist with desire. You thrust your huge cock deep inside her. She moans loudly with pleasure. Luckily this room is soundproof. After only a few minutes, you go off again, this time not so hard, but it still feels wonderful. Gal is panting, breathless with pleasure. "Brie, get over here." You order. Within a second, Brie appears next to you. "I want you to lick all the cum out of Gal's pussy, but don't you dare swallow it." You say. Within minutes, Gal is licked clean, though still dripping wet, and Brie has a mouth full of cum. "Good, now spit it on Gal's face." You order her. Brie does her best to get all the cum on Gal's face and hair. You stand, pull up your pants, and buckle your belt. You look down at these two cum-covered feminist icons dressed in their iconic superhero costumes and smile with smug satisfaction. These two women are exactly where they should be, at your mercy.

"Well thank you ladies." You say. I think we all understand each other better, and will work together much better now. This movie should be spectacular now that we're all on the same page. Brie and Gal looked at each other, their faces registering nothing but defeat. The rules you had made had **** them to do whatever you said in order to be in your movie, but they hated doing it. "Oh, one more thing." You say, "Just to complete this little bonding exercise, I'd like you ladies to exchange a deep tongue kiss. Brie rolls her eyes at you, but complies anyway, Gal seems more willing. As they kiss, you snap a few quick photos of these cum-covered starlets in their superhero outfits, the only evidence of today. Brie breaks off the kiss after about ten seconds, but you don't care, you have what you wanted. "Very good ladies. You can wash up in the showers downstairs, and change into any clothes you want from the costume department. I know they have some nice dresses in there."

As the ladies turn to leave, you spot a problem and move to forestall it. You remove the Rulebook from the safe it's normally kept in and write:
New Rule: All Manheim employees will act as if they have the most mundane job in the world. If they see something odd or extraordinary while at work, they will pay it no heed and go about their business. They will not tell anyone what they have seen.
There, that should sort things out. You collapse into your chair, exhausted, but jubilant. You plan to meet, humiliate and fuck Hollywood celebrities was proceeding very well. You had finally had sex for the first time, and with Gal Gadot nonetheless. It was still hard to believe. You page your secretary. "Linda, could you nip down to the kitchen and bring me a muffin and a coffee. Thanks." As Brie and Gal go downstairs to wash up, Linda brings you your muffin and coffee. You lean back on your chair and munch away on your muffin while scrolling through the contact list on your phone, looking for a new target. There were so many possibilities....