Rebecca, Francine and Jemma nervously waited in the hot reception of Boomback recording studios.

All three nervously exchanged looks of anticipation while trying to look like the heat of the room wasn’t bothering them, they looked around at the walls of the reception and marvelled at all the famous singers who were signed up to Boomback records.

Rebecca is the oldest at 21 years old, her long blonde hair, perfect make up and generously proportioned chest coupled with her long legs and tight ass made her the queen bee of Oxford University.

From a young age Rebecca knew what she wanted and used her smouldering looks and attitude to make sure that she got it

Rebecca looked at her two “friends” and smiled, nether of them could stand the other but neither could they deny that to get what they want they will have to work together…at least for now.

Rebecca had every intention of dumping her two “friends” the moment she hit the big time, all she needed was the door opening and the rest would be easy.

Sitting next to Rebecca was Francine who was the youngest of the group, just turned 18 but looked younger than she actually was and could easily pass for a year or two younger.

Francine ran her hand through her long black hair and re-adjusted her long black satin dress, which showed, off her sexy hourglass figure and taking a glance at Jemma who sat at the end of the couch with returned her glance with a piercing stare which Francine replied with a smirk.

Francine’s own plan was to cut a record deal herself and get rid of these two sluts taking all the money and fame for her.

Jemma loathed Francine with all her heart!

Ever since Francine arrived and was allocated to share a room with Rebecca and Jemma, the two could not get along.

It was bad enough that it was her and Rebecca in the dorm, and now Jemma was expected to have to share a room with this Twilight addicted child as well as the stuck up queen bee bitch.

Jemma was planning on offering to give the guy in charge of room allocations the best blow job of his life if only he would move both Rebecca and Francine out of the dorm but all that changed the day that Rebecca and Jemma arrived back at the dorm early Saturday afternoon to catch Francine singing in the shower.

It was the most beautiful singing voice they had ever heard, it was beautiful.

After hearing Francine sing that afternoon Rebecca and Jemma sat down with Francine and made a pact to form a girl group.

Jemma caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, her short red hair, perky breasts which she had just about contained in her tight bra and loose top ensuring every male in the studio would pay attention to her, her slim tanned body and long legs going all the way to her daisy duke style denim short shorts sealed the deal in her own mind for a multi million pound contract.

Jemma just kept telling herself stay cool and pretend that we are all best friends and soon she will have the life that she had always dreamed about, money, fame and all the rich fit looking men she could want.

A blond young muscular build woman wearing a power suit jacket and mini skirt opened the door to the reception and walked into the room, looking appraisingly at the three girls sitting in front her.

“My name is Miss James, please follow me,” without another word Miss James turned around and walked out of the reception door.

The three girls excitedly sprang out off the sofa and quickly followed Miss James who led them into a large office.

In the office behind a large oval glass table in a big leather chair sat Keith Idol the owner of Boomback records.

Keith sat back in his leather chair, surveying the three attractive ladies that had walked in to his office.

Keith kept himself in shape thanks to Miss James who was originally a fitness instructor until he decided that...a change in employment was required and now she worked for him as his…personal assistant.

It amused Keith to use these official expressions for his toys.

Keith straightened his suit jacket and stood up and walked towards the three obviously nervous girls who were attempting to put up a front of confidence to hide their insecurities.

“Who might you little girls be then?” Asked Keith in a weasel tone of voice.

Rebecca hadn’t taken her eyes off Keith since she walked through the door, every fibre of Rebecca’s body wanted to tell this smarmy record producer that he knew full well who they were since they had an appointment set weeks ago and had been waiting for over three hours to see him.

“We are the candy girls” replied Rebecca in a sickly sweet tone, “My name is Rebecca, the red head is Jemma and Francine is the dark haired girl and our lead singer, we would really like it if you gave my best friends and me a chance to perform for you.”

Francine and Jemma both tried to hide their smiles, they had seen this work a hundred times on men and it never failed.

Keith smiled at Rebecca and continued to leer at the girls, taking in their individual beauty as well as the now disappearing desperation.

“Please go ahead but be quick, I don’t have long” Keith replied.

The girls proceeded to give a performance of I kissed a girl by Katy Perry with Francine singing lead vocals and Rebecca and Jemma singing backing vocals as well.

Throughout the performance Rebecca and Jemma pretended to kiss each other and much to Jemma’s internal disgust grinded against Francine’s body whilst looking longingly into her eyes.

All through the routine Rebecca kept eye contact with Keith, only to glance away when required to pretend to kiss Jemma or to look down at Keith’s growing bulge in his suit trousers.

The song finished and all three girls looked at Keith expectantly with Rebecca and Jemma giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes they could muster.

“Not bad girls” Keith smiled, “not bad at all but I think you need to consider a few changes to your image.”

“The market is full of girl bands at the moment and the costs involved in setting up a new product is well…. pricey but I am sure we can work something out.”

“We will do anything you ask Mr Idol” replied Jemma who butted in before Rebecca had the chance to speak again.

“Yes we will do anything you say Mr Idol” Francine said desperately, “tell us what you don’t like and we can change it.”

“We are very flexible” said Rebecca in an almost comically over sexy voice.

“I will take a chance with you girls” Keith smiled,

Keith waved over to Miss James who entered office holding a brown folder, Miss James quickly moved over to Keith and handed him the file.

“Sign here girls and I will get to work making a lot of money out of your talents.”

Eagerly the girls signed the contracts, they were pushing each other out of the way to sign the contract first.

As Rebecca signed the contract the thought hit her that she should have negotiated how much they would be paid…. its not like her to miss something like that…and why did Keith say “I will get to work making a lot of money out of your talents”… shouldn’t he have said I will make us a lot of money out of our talents…

Keith picked up the contracts and handed them to Miss James who walked out of the office, closing the doors behind her.

“What do we do first Keith?” Asked Jemma eagerly.

“You are a bunch of eager fame hungry bitches aren’t you?” Smiled Keith.

Keith’s tone had changed from a jovial slimy record producer to a predator who has caught his prey.

“Don’t you ever speak to me like that” shouted Rebecca instantly, “we have a contract with you and you will treat me with respect!”

“Yeah”, chimed in Francine, “you expect to make money out of my talent then you better show me the respect I deserve.”

“You should apologise for calling us bitches” demanded Jemma “otherwise were out of here!”

“I don’t think so” laughed Keith, “from now on you will either cal me Mr Idol or sir got that whores.”

“Fuck you sir” replied Rebecca; “I don’t call anyone sir you got that Mr Idol.”

Jemma and Francine just looked in disbelief at what Rebecca just said, unable to tell whether she was joking or being serious.

“Got to hell Mr Idol” shouted Jemma who then grabbed her mouth with her hand in shock.

“What’s going on you bastard sir” screamed Francine who then stopped mid sentence blushing.

This was the part that Keith loved, watching as his toys try to fight his control.

Lets just say that I have an effect on people …a very persuasive effect that makes them do things they wouldn’t normally do Keith chuckled to himself.

“I think you need a little lesson in humility as well as brand management.”

Keith chuckled in amusement as he watched the girls trying to work out what’s happening to them.

“Come on girls lets get out of here, I’ve had enough of this” demanded Rebecca and turned to walk out of the office followed by Francine and Jemma.

“Freeze right there, don’t take another step” commanded Keith, “turn around and come back here.”

The girls stopped instantly mid stride almost bumping into each other, panic gripped them inside as against their will they turned around and walked back to where they were standing.

“hat’s better isn’t it girls? By the way you cant scream but you can still talk” Keith said smugly.

“What have you done to me” pleaded Francine, “please let me go, wont tell anyone I promise.”

“Thanks a lot” spat Jemma; “I bet you would screw us over just so you can escape you fucking bitch.”

Rebecca was at a lose for words, mainly due to it was her first instinct as well to negotiate her way out of this and leave her friends here, she would be liar if she said otherwise.

“Yeah, how could you do that to your friends” demanded Rebecca; “I would never do something like that to you.”

Keith couldn’t help but enjoy the bickering; all three were as bad as each other.

“Just so that you know who is in charge around her let me first show you how much control I actually have over you” smiled Keith.

“I remember from your application that all of you go to Oxford university, how very posh” Keith sneered, “all money and arrogance, lets see what I can do about that then.”

Keith stood in front Rebecca, surveying her sexy body and loving the look of pure hatred in her eyes.

“Rebecca is such a mouthful, I think your new name is Bex; you are now completely unable to say Rebecca and will only answer to Bex as well.”

“Fuck you sir, my name is Bex and I will not answer to anything other than Bex, you got that!” Snarled Bex.

Instantly Bex realised what she just said, she wanted so much to slap this creep and escape this nightmare.

“I have so many plans for you Bex but lets start with a show of power, stand with you’re your legs apart then reach under your skirt and pull your underwear down to your knees then pull you skirt up so that you are flashing that posh twat at me.”

Burning with embarrassment Bex’s body responded to Keith’s instructions, inside Bex was fighting with all of the strength she had but nothing worked, her knees parted and her hands groped under her skirt, feeling the fabric of her expensive designer black thong.

With a tug her thong pulled down to her knees, stretching the expensive tiny thong almost beyond its limitations.

Begging her body to stop, her hands pulled the skirt up revealing Bex’s dark pubic hair.

Bex could feel the breeze from an open window stimulating her naked sex, all the time trying to force her hands to push down her skirt.

“Not a real blonde then” Keith giggled, “hmm, I do think that you should take off your top and give me a better look at what you have under there. Remove your top and bra, throw them away and give me a jiggle of your big posh tits, just like a cheap stripper.”

Bex couldn’t believe what she was hearing, no one spoke to her like that as her hands pulled her top over her head and reached behind her to unclip the equally expensive bra that matched her now straining thong.

Trying to look away from what her hands were doing to her, she felt the cool breeze hit her nipples, a cold shiver went down her spine as her body started to shake her generously sized breasts at Keith.

“Very nice, you can stop now, but your skirt has dropped back down, pick it back up and stay in your old position flashing your posh pussy” grinned Keith.

Keith walked over to Jemma, continuing to hungrily survey his latest conquests.

“You’re the gobby one aren’t you?” Asked Keith with mocking sarcasm, “all fire and attitude. No wonder you and Bex get on so well…or do you?”

“She’s my best friend” replied Jemma, “your going to pay for what you did to her!”

“Oh right she’s your best friend…”prodded Keith, “lets see about that shall we, all three of you are unable to lie to me, every word is the truth, in fact if you even try to lie then you will twist your nipples harder and harder until you tell the truth.”

“So then Jemma, is Bex your best friend?” Asked Keith

“You fucking pervert sir, yes she is….ooowwww…shit…oww..fuck…..make it stop please make it stop…”

As Jemma was answering Keith’s question her right hand had violently grabbed her breast and through the tight fabric of her top and tight bra had clamped down on her nipple and was trying its hardest to rip it off.

“You know how to stop it Jemma” smirked Keith, “tell the truth and it will end.”

“Yes I hate the fucking two faced whore” pleaded Jemma, instantly Jemma’s fingers let go of her now bruised and swollen nipple, her hand dropping to her side.

“Feel better?” Asked Keith with mock concern “so why do you not like her, isn’t she your band mate?”

“No, she is a bitch, using her looks to get what she wants, I was going to get out of the band as soon as we made it famous so I would never have to look at her smug face ever again” replied Jemma. She could feel the anger resonating off Bex, regardless of how exposed she was.

“So then I suppose that Francine is your real friend then?” Asked Keith.

Jemma opened her mouth to lie then out of the corner of her eye she saw her had raising slowly towards her breast in anticipation of the untruth.

“Fine, I hate her more than anyone in the world, that Goth fuck pig slut disgusts me, if I didn’t think that we could use her talent to money and fame, I would have kicked her down the fucking stairs by now!” spat Jemma

“Hmm, I will have to remember that, I do have some wonderful ideas that I know your going to love,” laughed Keith.

“Well since Bex has a new name then I suppose you should be re-branded as well, hmm, how about Jem? Same rules apply to you, you will only answer to Jem and will only ever refer to yourself as Jem.”

“Jem’s a cheap whore name, my name is Jem…oh fuck…please don’t do this to me my name is Jem…”

“A change in name is the least of your worries right now” smirked Keith, “you look so cute in your shorts but I think that you should take them off and throw them across the room also since your perky tittys are so desperate to escape your top, how about you pull down your top and free them right now then I want you to freeze in position holding your top down.”

“Please Mr Idol, I’m not wearing any knickers…please no don’t do this to me” Jem begged but is was useless, her hands had already unbuttoned her tight denim shorts and slid them down her tanned legs, kicking the shorts free and across the room, quickly her hands forcibly pulled her bra down freeing her perky breasts then froze in position.

Jem’s nipples were large and stood to attention in the office, her abused nipple glowed noticeably redder than the other.

“I didn’t expect that” Smirked Keith, “your completely naked down below.”

Jem’s face burned red, she hated pubic hair ever since she hit puberty, she preferred nice smooth pubic mound and so did the men that she used.

“Go fuck off and die you fucking pervert sir” Jem spat, trying to hide her embarrassment.

Satisfied with his work so far Keith moved on to Francine, the look of pure terror in her pretty young eyes turned him on even more, it was true Keith thought to himself, the anticipation of what was to come was sometimes better than the payoff…. only sometimes

“Please leave me alone” begged Francine, “I am no one, you have had your fun with these two, just let me go, I promise I wont ever breath a word about what’s happened here.”

Completely ignoring Francine’s pleading, Keith looked over his new Goth plaything.

“Hmm I don’t like the name Francine” replied Keith, “I know exactly what to call you! Your now Frankie, just like you two best friends you will only answer to Frankie and will only call yourself Frankie, so what do you think?”

“Fuck off, my name is Frankie, I wont give in, fuck…my name is Frankie, stop it…my name if not Frankie, its Frankie….”

This went on for over ten minutes, it amused Keith how the other two gave in quite quickly yet this one refuses to give up.

Keith turned to Jem; “I can see why she annoys you so much” quipped Keith.

Finally Frankie gave up, red faced and embarrassed, out of breath, her chest heaving in and out pushing her silky white breasts up and down.

“Are you finally finished Frankie?” Asked Keith.

Mentally and physically exhausted, Frankie nodded at Keith.

“Right then, glad that’s over with…finally! It’s not fair that you are fully clothes and yet your band mates are…not so bashful, take off your dress and throw it away.”

Unable to put up a fight, Frankie pushed her dress off her shoulders and wriggled so it fell to the floor, picking it up and throwing away.

Keith was impressed, her 18 year old body was impressive, perfect milk white breasts and a pair of white lacy French knickers with stockings held up by a garter belt.

“Very sexy Frankie” drooled Keith, “love the stockings but I think you should lose the French knickers and the garter belt, when you have done that you are to put you’re a hand on each ass cheek pushing your chest out then freeze in that position.”

Unable to stop her hands, Frankie unclipped the garter belt and dropped it to the floor; burning with embarrassment she felt her hands touch the frilly waistband of her knickers. In one swift motion her underwear was pulled to the floor, her hand picked up the crumpled underwear and threw them behind her.

“My god” laughed Keith, “your bush is huge, don’t you ever do any gardening down there?”

“No sir, I am not a slut, I like to look just like the goddess intended” Frankie replied indignantly.

“Well we will see about that Frankie” smiled Keith, “carry on with the show.”

Frankie was dreading this part; her hands reached behind her and gripped her ass, her shoulders pushed back forcing her chest out, completely helpless and exposed.

“Well that’s put some colour in your cheeks if nothing else” giggled Keith.

“It’s not fair!” Cried Frankie, “the other two got to keep some clothes on!”

“It’s not over yet” replied Keith with a wink.

Keith took a moment to appreciate the current state of the Oxford university students come wannabe pop stars.

He had to appreciate how both Bex and Jem were still completely defiant in spite of their current predicament.

Keith reached behind his desk and took out a camera, “ok girls your all feeling very horny right now, your unable to resist this growing feeling inside.”

The fear the girls were feeling changed instantly to arousal, the feeling kept growing and growing, unable to move the girl’s bodies started to shake with desire.

The feelings getting stronger, its overwhelming your senses, your so desperate to cum, beg me to let you orgasm commanded Keith.

Bex couldn’t take it any longer, the feeling was driving her wild, “Please sir, I will do anything for you, please let me cum.”

Keith smiled at how quickly Bex has surrendered to him.

Frankie was next, “oh god please, I need it so much…please Mr Idol, I need to cum.”

Interesting Keith thought, I never would have thought Frankie would be the second to break.

For over a minute the girls stood there, shaking with desire, only Bex and Frankie begging to be cum then Jem finally gave in.

“FUCK” Jem screamed, “please Sir…I will do fucking anything…please….I can’t take it any more…”

“Ok girls, there is a price though, you are all to strip naked, shouldn’t be hard for you Frankie” Joked Keith.

“Frankie you are to lie on the floor with your legs spread apart and your hands behind your head.

Jem do you know what the 69 position is? Well if not you are going to enjoy it, lie on top of Frankie with your….wow ….obviously wet dripping pussy over her mouth and your mouth hovering over Frankie’s…well let be honest her pussy isn’t much better than yours”

“When I give you permission you are to eat each other’s pussys out, you are addicted to each other’s taste, the more you lick the more you want.”

“No, please, anything but that” Jem begged, “I hate that cunt!”

“Like I want you any where near my vagina you stuck up bitch” replied Frankie.

Frankie kicked off her Goth boots and lay down on the floor of the office, Jem trying to fight the what her body was doing flung the bra and top to the side and slipped out of her Jimmy Choo shoes, revulsion took over Jem as she lowered her head to within a few inches of Frankie’s pussy, the smell hit her and had no choice but small the musky aroma of the girl she hated most in the world.

Frankie tried her best not to look at Jem’s wet sex, she had never seen a completely shaven pubic area before she preferred the natural look of her own sex and to make matters worse the smell and look of her hated enemy’s vagina made her feel sick

“Hmm that leaves you Bex, bet you wish you were a quartet now don’t you? I suppose your used to pleasuring your posh little pussy yourself so you are to stand over your two friends, in fact I want you to stand directly behind Frankie’s head, you are to look directly at what Frankie is doing to your ahem “friends” pussy.

You are to masturbate yourself long and hard, I want gratuitous deep thrusts, the more you see of Frankie eating your friend out the more excited you become.

I want you to go as deep as you can with your fingers, fuck yourself raw but only when I give you permission to start.”

Bex pulled down her thong that had been embarrassingly hanging between her legs and threw them one side, she slid her skirt down to her ankles and threw it in the general direction of her expensive thong and kicked off her expensive shoes.

Now completely naked she stood over Frankie’s head, she was in the perfect position to see Frankie’s head as well as Jem’s remarkably tight ass and…eww she thought, I can see Jem’s pussy and its soaking wet.

“Right, on the count of three”

1,

2,

3,

Go!

Jem was fighting the urge to do what she considered an unthinkable act but the arousal was growing again in her body, she couldn’t take her eyes off Frankie’s disgusting overgrown pussy, the smell of Frankie’s sex was having an effect on Jem’s mind, she was slowly giving in.

Frankie continued to stare mesmerized by her hated rivals bald pussy, the growing feeling of arousal was starting to drive her wild again.

Maybe bald is beautiful after all her young over sexed mind thought and to her surprise Jem’s pussy started lowering itself to her mouth.

Bex was determined to fight this; no one controls me she raged in her own mind as her hand slowly stroked the outside of her pussy.

To her surprise she could see Jem’s head bobbing up and down, no way she thought, she would never in a million years lick Frankie’s pussy.

Instantly her eyes darted and became transfixed on Frankie’s as she saw Jem’s ass lowering down onto Frankie’s mouth and to her horror saw her tongue gently lick the outside of Jem’s pussy.

Jem cursed herself, as she hungrily lapped at Frankie’s hairy pussy, why did she give in, if she held on then she wouldn’t be doing this but it didn’t matter any more, she hated to say it but she was losing all reason, in total ecstasy thanks to Frankie’s licking of her pussy.

Jem’s couldn’t get enough of the taste of Frankie’s pussy juice, every lick was out of this world, she just couldn’t get enough, searching every fold of her vagina, licking and sucking every last piece she could find only to shove her tongue deep into Frankie’s honey pot.

Frankie’s tongue dived deeply into Jem’s tight snatch, desperate to taste more and more of her pussy.

Frankie would never have believed that something so good could come out of such a bitch but it didn’t matter all she knew was that she wanted more.

Bex stood there frantically masturbating, she couldn’t control herself anymore, all she knew was that seeing Jem being eaten out by her Frankie was the most exciting thing she had ever seen.

Oh god she cried as the finger she was wanking with became three fingers going deeply into her pussy, oh god she repeated as she saw that the three fingers of her hand were rampantly fucking her tight little hole.

She had received plenty of cock over the years and had more than once felt the urge to masturbate but she never used more than one finger and didn’t go as far as her clit.

Looking intently at Frankie’s really enthusiastic licking of Jem’s pussy was pushing her even further over the edge then she felt it hit her.

“FUCK ME!” She screamed as she felt four fingers go deeply into her little cunt, her hand didn’t slow down at all, it fucked her harder and faster.

The sound of Bex screaming echoed through the foggy ecstasy that was clouding Jem’s horny mind, god I am so close she thought, I hate myself for feeling like this but deep inside she knew she never wanted to stop.

Frankie’s mouth was now clamped around Jem’s tight pussy, the desperate sucking and slurping noises coming from her mouth only intensified what she was already feeling.

Keith circled the girls, completely unnoticed as he focused the camera; he took pictures of the girls including many close up pictures as well as group shots much more interesting group shots.

“Okay girls I want you to cum together on my command, its going to be hard, powerful and amazing!”

1,

2,

3,

“Cum for me you fucking sluts! Keith shouted at the top of his voice.”

The girls orgasmed hard and loud, Bex fell backwards and ejaculated her cum into the air landing all over Frankie and Jem.

Frankie felt the orgasm overwhelm her young body then the feeling of a heavy weight on her chest as Jem collapsed on top of her but Frankie refused to release the grasp that her mouth had on Jem’s vagina.

Jem heard Keith’s command and her body responded instantly, cuming harder than she had ever cum before but the need to finish licking out this hairy disgusting pussy overrode every other feeling even the loss of balance as she collapsed onto Frankie.

“Okay you may stop now” Keith said with a chuckle; “I think I have made my point.

I would command you to stand in front of me but that looks a little out of your league, how about you all just sit on the floor with you dirty dripping fuck holes on display and Jem, Frankie, don’t wipe your mouths.”

Tired, overwhelmed and utterly spent the girls got into position, the taste of Frankie’s pussy permeated every pore of Jem’s skin, turning her stomach inside but to make matters worse she could feel several of Frankie’s pubic hairs stuck to the inside of her mouth.

No matter how much she willed her body to get rid of them her hands stayed still.

Frankie couldn’t look Jem in the face; she was burning red with embarrassment and shame.

She had never even looked at another woman and now she had fucked her hated enemy…and loved every second of it.

Bex was still shaking from her orgasm, she heard stories about female ejaculation and assumed they were rubbish and urban legend but now she had experienced it first hand more importantly and urgently she thought how was she going to get out from under the control of this guy who can make her do anything he wants.

“Fantastic girls, these could be your first album cover?” Joked Keith.

“Ok back to business, I think that we have learnt that I am in control around here and that you silly little girls will do whatever…not that you have any choice in the matter.”

The girls finally noticed the camera and it hit them that the evidence of what they just did to each other was in the hands of the hands of the sadistic record producer who made them do it in the first place.

Can it get any worse for the girls?