Really hardcore

He thinks for a moment and says, "I have a private client that would love to see her get utterly destroyed worse than those previous scenes she did." You lean forward, a sly smile spreading across your face. "I can make that happen. I have connections and influence over Marsha. I can make her do anything I want."

The director's eyes widen. "Really? That would be amazing. I've been trying to get her to do that scene for months, but she's been resistant."

"I know," you say. "But I have a way of persuading her. I'll make sure she's on board and ready to give you what you want."

The director leans back in his chair, still a bit of doubt. "Ricky, I am not sure she will I need prove before I let her do any more scenes for me."

You smile, "How about this, she is on her way, I will get her to do whatever you want."

"Can I fuck her, she has always rejected me," he asks. You chuckle and say, "Easy." You and the director both stand up and shake hands, solidifying the deal. The director's assistant comes back into the room, "Mr. Smith, Marsha has just arrived."

"Good, send her in," the director says, straightening his tie and taking a deep breath.

A moment later, Marsha walks into the room. She's dressed in a tight-fitting dress, her hair and makeup done to perfection. She looks around the room, her eyes widening as she sees you standing there.

"Ricky, what are you doing here?" she asks, her voice laced with surprise.

"I'm here to help you, Marsha," you reply, your tone confident and reassuring. "The director isn't too happy with your attitude, and he doesn't want to work with you anymore. But I've been talking to him, and I think I've found a way to help you land this deal."

Marsha's eyes widen. "What do you mean? How can you help me?"

"I have persuaded him to give you another chance, but there are some conditions."

You say, gesturing towards the director. "You have to do whatever he says, and do the movie for his private client."

Marsha's eyes dart between you and the director, her expression unreadable. She opens her mouth to speak, but then closes it again, as if remembering something. You can almost see the wheels turning in her head as she processes this new information. After a few seconds, she takes a deep breath and nods her head. "I understand," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep this job."

The director's face breaks into a creepy smile. "Great, I'm glad to hear that, Marsha. I've been looking forward to working with you again."

He unzips his pants and pulls out his penis, which is small and shriveled. Marsha's eyes widen in shock, and she takes a step back.

"What are you doing?" she asks, her voice trembling.

You step forward. "It's alright, Marsha. This is part of the deal. You have to do whatever the director says, remember?"

Marsha's eyes dart between the director and you, her expression one of fear and confusion. She opens her mouth to protest, but then you step forward, placing a hand on her shoulder.