Nicole squinted against the morning glare.
Aaron was a silhouette against the window, but he looked over his shoulder the second he heard her shift in the sheets.
“Morning,” she rasped, dragging a hand through her messy hair.
The look he gave her was stripped of all the usual industry armor.
He walked slowly back to the bed, his eyes dropping to the curve of her bare leg with undeniable heat.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with a different kind of exhaustion.
He dropped onto the edge of the mattress, his hand finding her ankle beneath the covers and holding on.
“You slept well?” he asked, his voice a low rumble near her ear.
Nicole let her legs slide over the edge, her knee brushing against his thigh.
“I think I need a few more hours.”
He chuckled, his breath warm against her neck as he pulled her closer.
“Yeah.
I think we can arrange that.
But ….”
With a wicked glint in his eye, Aaron trailed his fingertips up Nicole’s inner thigh, teasing her sensitive skin and making her shiver.
He circled her clit with a feather-light touch, then dipped lower, brushing against the puckered hole.
“Nnh…
Aaron…” Nicole inhaled sharply, a slow sound of pleasure breaking the silence as the body tilted instinctively toward the touch.
“Ah, wait…”
He silenced the protest by pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth, lingering there.
“Shh, let me,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin as his hands continued their slow, relentless exploration of his hands.
Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his hot breath wafting over Nicole’s most intimate area.
Then, with a gentle push, he parted her cheeks, exposing her unused entrance.
Nicole’s eyes flew wide, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her.
Aaron’s tongue darted out, licking a slow, deliberate path along Nicole’s crack, from the base of her spine to the sensitive ring of muscle guarding her hole.
Nicole’s breath caught, her body tensing as she felt the unfamiliar sensation.
“Mmm, so sweet,” Aaron purred, his fingers joining his tongue in a teasing assault.
Two digits probed at her backdoor, applying gentle pressure as he licked and sucked at her pussy, driving her wild with conflicting sensations.
Nicole bucked against him, her mind reeling as she struggled to process the novel pleasures.
“Oh god, Aaron, that feels…
” she stammered, her hips grinding against his face.
Encouraged by Nicole’s reactions, Aaron increased his pace, pumping two fingers steadily into her virgin entrance while his tongue delved deeper into her dripping cunt.
Nicole’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as he worked her over, pushing her closer to the edge.
Aaron pulled away a second before she shattered, leaving Nicole breathless, hollowed out, and aggressively desperate for him to finish what he started.
He climbed up her body, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he aligned his cock with her soaked pussy.
With a powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, stretching Nicole deliciously around his girth.
She cried out into his mouth, her nails raking down his back as he began to move, burying in her with his massive shaft in a abandon feverish pace.
The mattress groaned in protest as Aaron railed forward.
Skin collided in a messy, sweaty blur of raw need, the quiet room echoing with the heavy smack of bodies driving together.
Nicole’s walls fluttered around his cock, her inner muscles contract in as she convulsed to another explosive orgasm.
Suddenly, Aaron gripped her hips, flipping Nicole onto her stomach.
He then yanked her up onto her knees, presenting her dripping pussy to him once more.
With a grunt, he slammed back inside, driving his cock impossibly deep as he gripped her hair, pulling her head back to expose the vulnerable line of her throat.
Panting heavily, Aaron hammered into Nicole’s body in abandonment, the force of his thrusts causing the headboard to bang against the wall.
Aaron’s relentless pounding pushed Nicole to the very edge again, her entire being focused on the exquisite sensation of his cock splitting her open.
Aaron kept pumping into Nicole’s soaking pussy, his balls slapping against her clit with every brutal thrust.
Her scream of ecstasy was cut short as Aaron’s hand closed over her mouth, his damp fingers sliding between her lips to silence her.
“Taste it for me,” he ordered.
She eagerly took his fingers between her lips, lapping at them eagerly tasting her release.
He gripped a fistful of her hair, using it as an anchor to hold her steady against the relentless, driving pace.
Aaron’s action only served to heighten Nicole’s arousal, her pussy clenching around his pistoning cock as she fought to stifle her moans.
The forbidden thrill of being taken so roughly, so thoroughly, left her breathless and desperate.
As if sensing her nearing peak, Aaron redoubled his efforts, fucking into Nicole with a primal intensity that bordered on violence.
His grip on her hair tightened, bite down on her earlobe as he slammed in his meat.
The tension coiled deep in Nicole’s belly before snapping all at once.
A filthy, broken moan tore from her throat as she shattered right there, her inner walls clamping down hard around him.
Her nails clawed desperately into the sweat-slicked mattress as she shattered.
She came hard, spilling a slick, wet mess onto the sheets while she blindly rode out the filthy, blinding waves of pleasure that left her ruined.
Suddenly, Aaron’s movements became erratic, his strokes growing shorter and more urgent.
Nicole felt his cock swell inside her, telling her of his impending release.
With a final, brutal plunge, he buried himself to the hilt, his hot seed flooding her womb as he let out a low, rough groan.
Aaron half-carried her into the bathroom, the adrenaline finally crashing.
Under the hot spray, the rough edge he’d had earlier bled out into a heavy, quiet protectiveness.
He worked the soap over her skin, washing the sweat off them both.
Nicole slumped against his chest, letting his solid weight hold her up.
But the second his slick fingers brushed between her thighs, she flinched hard, her breath hitched.
“Wait, we can—” she started, her voice shaking as she rested her forehead against the wet tile.
Aaron let out a quiet, heavy exhale, cutting her off.
“Save it, Nicole.
You’re beat.”
He reached past her, shutting off the tap without waiting for an argument.
The bathroom fell dead quiet.
He pulled a thick towel from the rack, wrapping the heavy fabric over her shoulders to cut the chill before grabbing one for himself.
An hour later, they parted ways at the valet.
The moment Nicole’s car pulled into traffic, Aaron’s focus snapped seamlessly back to business.
He had a script to sell.
His target was Jeffrey Katzenberg.
It took three days of relentless calls, bypassing gatekeepers, and leveraging every favor he had, but he finally secured a fifteen-minute slot on the Disney lot in Burbank.
At thirty-nine, Katzenberg was the third-in-command at Walt Disney Studios, overseeing the entire animation and live-action slate.
He was the notorious workaholic who had followed Michael Eisner over from Paramount, pulling Disney out of the gutter and turning it back into a powerhouse.
In fact, the executive’s aggressive success was already sparking industry whispers that he was becoming a threat to Eisner himself.
Aaron was ushered into a sprawling, intensely busy office.
“Mr.
Katzenberg.
Thanks for the time,” Aaron said, stepping up to the desk.
Katzenberg barely looked up from the script in front of him before gesturing to a chair.
“Sit down, Anderson.
The kid who squeezed one-and-a-half million out of Miramax for Sex, Lies, and Videotape.”
The studio head finally leaned back, a sharp, calculating smile on his face.
“So.
Why did you move heaven and earth to get fifteen minutes with me?”
Aaron didn’t waste time.
He pulled a pitch deck from his briefcase and slid it across the desk.
“I’ve made some changes to the script you acquired.
The one called $3,000.”
Before Katzenberg could even open the folder, Aaron kept going.
“First, we change the title to Pretty Woman.
We gut the ending and completely remove the drug addiction.”
He let that settle in the room.
The dark, cautionary tale about a corporate raider and a sex worker was dead.
In its place, Aaron was selling a total rewrite of the script’s DNA, turning a gritty drama into a high-gloss Cinderella story.
“It becomes a pure rom-com,” Aaron finished.
“Disney’s core brand, just packaged for Touchstone.”
The fifteen-minute slot turned into two hours.
By the end of it, Katzenberg had his assistant order lunch to the office.
“It’s a contained story,” Aaron explained between bites.
“We don’t need a massive A-list cast, and the budget is a fraction of what Eisner is spending on Dick Tracy.”
Aaron knew the landscape.
Michael Eisner was personally championing Dick Tracy, heavily influenced by his close friend and neighbor, CAA boss Michael Ovitz.
Pretty Woman, on the other hand, was Katzenberg’s baby.
If Katzenberg greenlit it, Eisner wouldn’t care enough to stand in the way.
Katzenberg wiped his mouth and studied him.
“You know, I usually despise CAA’s packaging deals.”
Aaron smiled.
“I’m not a fan of them either.
They focus too much on stacking stars just to inflate the backend.”
CAA was famous for cramming multiple massive clients into one movie—like Rain Man or Dick Tracy—forcing studios to pay astronomical fees.
Katzenberg tapped the folder.
“Your take is solid.
But this gets a maximum budget of fourteen million.
Tell Ovitz we have a deal.
We’ll get the writers to start retooling the script this week.”
Just like that, the Pretty Woman project was officially greenlit.
A few days later, Aaron was sitting across from Michael Ovitz at CAA headquarters.
“You’re full of surprises, Aaron,” Ovitz said, looking amused.
“Katzenberg was dragging his feet on that script.
I didn’t expect you to push him over the edge.”
“Do we have a director locked?” Aaron asked.
“Garry Marshall.
But the leads are still wide open,” Ovitz said, leaning forward.
“I know you want to push that new Australian girl you signed.
But she’s an absolute unknown.
Disney needs a commercial win.
Her chances are slim to none.”
Aaron shook his head.
“Think about it, Michael.
What established A-list actress is going to risk her reputation playing a Hollywood Boulevard streetwalker?
The big names are going to pass.”
“When Marshall holds auditions,” he continued, “Nicole will be there.”
Ovitz waved a hand dismissively.
“Fine.”
The chairman didn’t think much of the project anyway—it was too soft, too much of a fairytale to make real waves.
Once Aaron left, CAA co-founder Ron Meyer stepped into Ovitz’s office.
“Anderson wants to be a producer, doesn’t he?”
Ovitz nodded.
“He has the ambition for it.
I hear he bought a script out of his own pocket, but no one in town will back him.”
Meyer chuckled.
“If this Disney deal works out, CAA might just end up representing the youngest producer in Hollywood.”
Ovitz knew it was true.
If Pretty Woman hit, Aaron wouldn’t just be an agent anymore.
He’d be a player.
But Hollywood was a graveyard of ambitious kids who flew too close to the sun.
By late March, the industry’s attention shifted to the Shrine Auditorium for the Academy Awards.
Rain Man swept the night, taking home Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor, and Best Original Screenplay.
It was a massive victory for CAA.
Aaron, however, barely paid attention to the Oscars.
He was completely buried in pre-production for Pretty Woman, working directly under Katzenberg’s umbrella.
Just as he had predicted, casting was a nightmare.
Every established actress in town balked at the idea of playing a prostitute.
And with the male lead written as a cold, reactive businessman, the A-list actors weren’t biting either.
For Nicole, the door was slowly creeping open.
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Here’s another little smut chapter for my fellow degenerates, just in case the last one didn’t quite satisfy you…
hehehe…
MWAHAHA— cough!
hack!
choke…
ahem.
Anyway, in case you haven’t noticed the pattern yet, here is a quick guide to the chapter titles:
* : Partly smut.
The chapter still focuses heavily on the plot (about 70%–80% story).
** : Pure smut.
Expect fully explicit content with very little to no progression.
By the way, please let me know what you think of the smut chapters!
As a newbie author, I don’t have much experience, so your feedback is incredibly valuable.
Since Chinese novels usually gloss over these parts for censorship reasons, I write them completely from my own imagination and…
the materials I’ve consumed…
Nyehehe…
Peace out,
Lucent