Secret sequel to https://ponepaste.org/11244

Anonymous 08/08/25(Fri)16:16:53 No.42442876>>42443007
>>42424203 (You)
>Check this out.
What? I don’t get it. Why’d you quote me?
>>42441852 (You)
Is this green because of Anon in greens? I mean yes I like it more when the writefag self inserts and also uses Anon. I’ll read when you do that.

Here you go.

>The way Adagio Dazzle carries herself is that of a legend.
>Doesn't mean she is one just yet, but she walks like a legend, talks like a legend and acts like a legend.
>Ever since her music was put on the map, she tells you what's what like a legend.
>She has who she is pinned under the sole of her steel-toe boot where the leg ends.
>...Those lines she writes onto the paper about how she's a legend get cornier as time goes on like she's driving towards Nebraska.
>What separates Adagio from lots of other people is that she never stops to wonder why she's trying so hard to put a many clever little things as she can onto paper.
>She instead wonders how Aria does it so much more easily than she does.
>Instead of accepting being served the legal documents from her label after cutting ties against the contract's guidelines, she'll never accept being served in this songwriting competition against Aria Blaze.
>One thing's for sure: both girls have way too much character to simply allow themselves to fall victim to sex appeal.
>Sonata might be another story, but she had no qualms about using autotune and working with Vinyl Scratch and all those digital instruments, so she's probably dumb enough to do anything.
>Phone calls from lawyers are Adagio's alarm clock nowadays as she finally finishes up daydreaming about out chart numbering the other two dazzlings after their disagreement.
>More than sure that she has her new debut solo album ready to go with the help of Octavia should she agree to help her once again.
>The incoming fateful moment when she's holding the legal paperwork in her hands after being served does not affect Adagio Dazzle.
>She doesn't even care about the court case, they can bill her for all she cares.
>In fact, she avoids that moment of shame altogether and refuses to be served.
>Default judgement all the way, fuck it.
>In addition to the copious amount of money she already has, Adagio just KNOWS she will make more than enough from her new project to compensate herself for the fine and legal fees she'll have to pay by the end of all of this.
>It's only a few hundred thousand dollars and a ban from ever working for the label again.
>Out of the millions in streams, concert revenue and record sales the Dazzlings had brought in, the deal they had percentage-wise was actually really profitable thanks to the way Adagio went to bat at the negotiating table.
>Because of this, Adagio Dazzle's third of the music profits amounts to a few hundred thousand dollars after a pretty lengthy career.



>It's nothing special, but it's enough to cover legal fees and penalties for violating the contract with a quick exit... over fuckin' autotune...
>But Adagio isn't going to give the game she's playing an inch, she's the type of gal who dies on the hill of "my way or the highway".
>Even if that means sacrificing 90% of her earnings since almost a decade ago simply to get the label to fuck off and leave her alone.
>They can bill her for violating that contract, she won't even bother going to court with them over the stupid game they wanna play.
>"Just take the money I owe you and go. I'm through arguing with you." Adagio lids her eyes trying to hold in a smug smile as the lawyer walks away.
>Her confidence sings a tune no one can silence, not even the other two dazzlings as the group technically breaks up on a legal basis after the contract split is final and the news breaks into the mainstream that The Dazzlings are breaking up over a contract dispute.
>Adagio uses the negative feedback to her rash decision to write more lyrics in response to it, simply using the animosity as fodder as she's known to do for so long.
>The three girls are still on speaking terms.
>Hell, they're still on hanging out terms.
>Just no longer on "let's make more music together" terms until someone finally backs down on their stance regarding the whole autotune versus regular singing thing that the contract itself already had a clear answer on since day one.
>But to Adagio, she only knows that contract as the contract she escaped for a hefty price.
>And now her smug lyrics to the haters saying she was in the wrong are going to be all over her upcoming solo album.
>From music quality to marketing, Adagio is making sure she has all of her bases covered.
>And that's where you come into the mix.
>The only amateur marketing manager who's cheap enough to work for 20 dollars a day, you feel like you really need to make the footprint you need to make if you wanna make it to the big leagues.
>And lo and behold, a really famous pop star like Adagio Dazzle is in a position where she can only afford you after having so many of her earnings stripped away due to a legal dispute.
>One instance after another, you're posting all over your social media trying to convince people of your newest client: Adagio Dazzle.
>Feels pretty refreshing to type in a big name into so many of your posts and garner such a huge response in comparison to all of the underground artists you never really cared for outside of the rare talented ones.



>It's been tiresome, making the case for yet another tall-baseball-cap rapper spouting his lyrical spiritual miracle garbage to his 2,000 SoundCloud followers and 800 monthly listeners on Spotify.
>But now you're working with someone with 8,000,000 SoundCloud followers and 20,000,000 monthly listeners on Spotify.
>Time to shine.
>She meets you in person for a latte at Starbucks since she saw you dressed like that sort of person in your profile pic online, not realizing that whole thing was just a way for you to get artists to trust that you're the right fit for them.
>Best thing you can do is just talk regularly and hope she catches on that your picture was just a ploy.
"The first thing you gotta do and show, don't tell." You start off. "As in, don't go talking on social media that you're gonna do something big. Make a brand new impromptu project and drop it to the public without a word. Let them speculate. You have enough fame to get away with that and have it work."
>"Believe me, I've tried the whole mysterious route before." Adagio responds to you. "I'm going for... presence... this time. I need a strategy that'll makes people unable to avoid me."
"You've been famous for so many years, you sure you wanna do that?"
>"Why not?"
"Look at how people are tired of artists like Drake these days. He's plastered everywhere. He-"
>"Did you just compare me to Drake?" Adagio leans forward and raises her voice at you.
"Well not musically. Social media is what we're talking about. People are gonna get tired of you if you're in their feed all the time."
>"Are they, though? Works every time I do it."
"They'll miss you if you go silent." You say to her. "However, you did just have that court case."
>"It wasn't a case." Adagio is quick to correct you.
"Dispute, whatever it is. I'll agree you don't wanna look weak by going quiet on social media. But we just don't know how this really panned out in your public perception yet."
>"Well good luck getting me to shut up on Twitter." Jokes Adagio. "I'm not going to let them think for a second I'm falling off. Not until the surprise is all the way ready."
>The longer you talk to her, the more you realize why it's so hard for others to come to an agreeable middle ground with her.
>She eventually settles on going extra active on social media in the immediate wake of her legal dispute's aftermath, then suddenly falling silent to make people wonder what happened.
>You're glad she came up with this idea, because you wouldn't have come up with this one yourself unless you were the one in question.
>And of course, Adagio isn't shying away from pointing out that you have a hard time putting yourself in her shoes.



>"Well I guess I'm getting what I paid for. You gotta brush up on your marketing skills, put yourself in my position for a few minutes and realize I have something to prove in this moment. I'm at war, you know." She raises an eyebrow.
"Okay well, let's try the first approach and see what happens. Go ahead and do your thing on Twitter." You tell her. "I'll start coming up with things to say after your absence. I'll have the advertisement slots booked for later on down the line than planned if that's what you want."
>"Perfect." She smiles insidiously, thinking about all of the ways you're going to help with with her marketing campaign. "Maybe I can teach you a thing or two and you can give me some ideas."
"I'm gonna be honest, I just sell people things over the phone when I'm not doing this. I'm a lot better at in-the-moment type stuff like for when people see an advertisement for you. Which is why I wanted them to be less fatigued about seeing you once they learn about your upcoming concert dates. It's more convincing when the possible reason to buy comes from their own heads."
>Adagio allows you to finish your point, nodding and already planning how she's going to shoot it down.
"You sure you don't wanna just go quiet now? They'll be less likely to figure it's staged if it lasts longer."
>"No disrespect, but I think I know my own fans better in this case." Adagio starts her voice pitch high and lowers it like she's landing a plane with her words.
>That plane being the idea you've been floating.
>"They know I'll say my piece on Twitter. Going silent now would be out of character for me, plus it makes me look bad. Please at least try to learn more about me before making suggestions." Her tone sounds more annoyed now.
"Aaaaalrighty." You agree with a nod. "If I'm wrong, then I'm wrong. But I guess this gives me more time to think of snippy things to say through your pages." You now segue into the next part of your scheduled conversation. "By the way, you wanna make a new password for them we can both use or are you fine with me using whatever one you got already?"
>Adagio unsurprisingly opts for making a completely new throwaway password for you to access her social media accounts with.
>She probably thinks you're not smart enough to be trustworthy after you failed to automatically understand and agree with her on everything you say.
>But whatever, you're going to find ways to sneak in some clout for yourself through her social media pages, and in a way that doesn't violent the newer and smaller contract between you two.
>The first business encounter goes well.
~



>Boy oh boy can that Adagio Dazzle argue on Twitter.
>You watch her get into fights with DJs in the comment sections, other artists, random troll accounts, all of it.
>And she keeps up the condescending smugness every time, which her most diehard stans absolutely love while watching her tear into her opponent.
>Acting like they're wrong but she's laughing along and letting them live in their own little world, tactically retreating from the argument she passive aggressively initiated whenever someone talked shit about her.
>You're no even sure if it counts as trolling, but Adagio is a natural at it.
>As soon as the other person gets observably mad, she stops replying and starts posting memes on main that "totally aren't related".
>Yeah, maybe you missed this part of her social media presence.
>Adagio loves to hop online, find someone doing some dumb bullshit, condescend to them in a passive aggressive way until they react, and then act like she's unraveling everything they're saying even if she's wrong.
>But she still makes them mad almost every time, and is clearly waiting to point it out as soon as it happens.
>Her fans love watching her make people mad so much, calling her their queen.
>And what does this have to do with the solo album Adagio wants to put out?
>That comes after her sudden silence.
>Three whole weeks without a single interaction on social media.
>Some fans speculated she got kidnapped, others correctly assume it's a stunt to get people wondering about her before she drops new music (but there's no proof yet), and then there's a miscellaneous category for all the other outlandish things people are assuming.
>You're not allowed to make the first post until Adagio permits you to do so, so you wait.
>And as soon as you are permitted, you log in to her account and start working your magic.
[Hey. You like jazz?] You type as her.
>Various responses ranging from sycophants to contrarians flood the replies.
>You deliberately only reply to the dissenters saying no after being glad she was gone, knowing the stans who missed Adagio are already going to war for Adagio Dazzle no matter what.
[Do you want to?]
>Just like that, you post the new song Adagio carefully crafted together of herself passionately singing over a complex interpretive jazz instrumental she made a bunch of session musicians record in one day from 5 in the morning to 3 in the afternoon.
>Adagio wanted it to be different and experimental.
>Of course the dissenters hate it, which makes the stans vouch for it even harder.



>Didn't she and the other dazzlings do something like this with magic gems at one point?
>Whatever, your next move is to post the second catchier song onto social media once the discourse it at its peak.
>Shutting down anyone saying it isn't catchy enough etc.
>It works like a charm in generating buzz, especially considering a lot of the lyrics were replying to a bunch of comments about Adagio at once.
>You can already feel Adagio's smug grin through the screen as she plans with you the ordering of the songs throughout her interpretive jazz album.
>It's around this time when you meet the other two Dazzlings, but don't really talk to them much since they're not the one employing you.
>Several more social media stunts with wild tactics later and Adagio is confident her album's going to be the smash hit it needs it to be and the slap in the face to her enemies she wants it to be.
>As for you, well you're just getting paid any everyone else working for her, so you don't really care which way this goes.
>Would be cool if it made it far since it does kinda sound cool, in your opinion.
>After all of the ad slots are paid for and set into motion, Adagio's sudden comeback rocks social media with countless videos of her hard work finally paying off.
>Tour dates are set, you're consulting other people on Adagio's team about what should be done when, etc. etc. etc.
>Long story short, when the day comes, Adagio decided to drop her surprise album right as Sonata Dusk and Vinyl Scratch are dropping their already heavily advertised album.
>Everyone knew Adagio was going to do concerts for the three singles she released, but no one was able to confirm it was an album until a few hours after Sonata and Vinyl's album dropped.
>Aaaaaand the numbers are:::
>Adagio's album sold over 120K copies in its first week. 70K more in its second week.
>Sonata and Vinyl's album sold over 900K in its first week.... and over 1M more in its second week.
>Adagio fired you at the start of the third week.
"Back to scamming people over the phone, I guess." You say to yourself with a nonchalant shrug after having plugged your small brand into a couple of Adagio's social media posts you made for her over the past few weeks.
>Back to your humble abode you go.
>Meanwhile, Adagio quickly tries to figure out where it all went wrong for her.
>Trying to figure out why in the hell Sonata and Vinyl's catchy album is getting so many streams and record sales.
>Ready to form her case to them as to why she still doesn't want back onto the label anyway.
>And after her own next project turns out to be a boring flop that doesn't appease the currently catchiness-addicted public, a barely-even-mentioned Aria decides to join her.
>---



>As it turns out, Sonata was the first one to fall after the split.
>”Surprisingly enough” works with this fact considering her fame and creative freedom… until her intelligence being considered turns it into “unsurprisingly enough”.
>Her solo album with Vinyl ended up being an instant smash hit after both her catchy hooks and the technological corner-cutting proved to be as attractive as her looks.
>The latter not being excluded in her music videos as she started showing more thighs, cleavage and midriff.
>Semi intentionally flaunting her soft curves and assets by means of showing more of that smooth perfect skin.
>Her own personal rationale for it was to “have fun being hot”, not even realizing the spike in attention it would bring her.
>Especially since even the “computer chair experts” watching couldn’t find a way to say her tits and ass weren’t naturally big, because she was always known to be the bustiest and curviest and caked out of the dazzlings even in the TMZ sneak pics of her in regular clothes she never minded anyway.
>Her sudden transition from innocent outfits for going along with being in a singing group to much more revealing clothes was a pleasant surprise for certain fans all over the world, both old and new ones.
>Sonata didn’t even realize how much she was being objectified at first, but when Aria finally spelled it out to her after the end of a long tour together… Sonata just shrugged while beaming “Oh really? Nah, it’s okay!”
>Didn’t even change her stance after Aria and a disgruntled and currently bankrupt Adagio told her that she’s going to get an influx of perverts and stalkers.
>”Uhh, isn’t that what security is for?” She asked at one point before concluding “there’s more than enough to pay them extra, I don’t need to stay a millionaire or anything.”
>Her manager and a few others not only made sure Sonata didn’t say this in public but made sure she didn’t organize this financial decision in a chaotic way.
>Meanwhile, she and Vinyl had so much fun with their first solo album that they decided to record a quickly following second one.
>Out of what was probably jealousy, Aria and especially Adagio began to question her about her prior album’s massive success.
>Talking about the racy music videos and the corner cutting such as autotune and AI elements so much, that what they eventually managed to squeeze out of her is an answer.
>Of course, the latter two had nothing to do with her actual popularity or success.
>The main culprit of that, once finally actually revealed after Adagio pressed Sonata more and more until she spilled the beans, turned out to be something more dark and sinister.



>”You what his WHAT!?” Adagio stares on in shock, stunned and wide-eyed with disgust and disappointment.
>”Please don’t say anything!” Sonata begs Aria and Adagio. “He made me promise not to tell anyone!”
>The story that never makes it to the public:
>Before the release of the first solo collab album between the two, Vinyl invited Sonata to one of her usual raves.
>Brought her out on stage, performed with her, with the venue being a little more packed than usual due to the recent hype.
>Having already been well endowed and attractive, Sonata Dusk automatically caught the attention of a couple of powerful record exec adjacents who also happened to be there to go out to party and get freaky because they were too lazy to throw their own parties that time around.
>Having been… interested… in the Dazzlings for a while by that point, they were delighted to see Sonata Dusk up there on stage performing.
>A couple of easily obtained backstage passes later and the men with money and sway met Sonata Dusk and the main act of the night Vinyl Scratch in person after her set was concluded.
>And so, backstage they go.
>They check the stock market on their phones once, before turning them off and slipping them away so their whereabouts during freaky time aren’t as obvious to their wireless provider just in case.
>As in, just in case they catch a case.
>Vinyl’s just happy to get more attention and revenue from her venues, and Sonata is just happy to be there as always.
>The men introduce themselves with identification but no cameras nearby.
>Minutes go by.
>small talk gradually turns into Big talk.
>That talk was so good that even Vinyl is convinced that these two are operating a legitimate photoshoot during this multi-night event.
>Sonata in particular is convinced enough to let the guys into her dressing room.
>She barely even registered their eyes roaming her body, let alone registered what those eyes doing so implied.
>Vinyl went off to go get shitfaced drunk once again while Sonata engaged in a photoshoot in her dressing room Vinyl had quickly set up for her in her impromptu plan to bring her out of stage for that surprise performance that had been advised against security-wise.
>Vinyl’s moves tonight are so responsible and totally not negligent that she might even drive herself home in an hour…
>Yolo, they said…
>In her dressing room, Sonata accepts drinks in between posing in different outfits.
>A deal is made under the condition she goes through with this entire photoshoot… which she accepts.



>She didn’t drink a whole lot, though her rapidly increased rate of tipsiness would have one assuming otherwise.
>The rave rages on as Sonata Dusk, one of the three Dazzlings, happily rants about overall nothingness in increasingly racy outfits with each new skirt in a race to see which one can raise its bottom rim the highest on her smooth thighs…
>The lingering glances avoid Sonata’s radar as her looks rake in those gazes.
>She doesn’t realize the tone that’s being set as she has trouble holding herself still, stumbling so much that she’d need railings just to stay on her feet.
>Her raspy drunk voice is responded to with a reassuring “don’t worry, I got you” reinforced by reaching hands holding her up by the arms.
>They both have got her.
>In the darkness above, the roof might as well be getting wrapped in nearly penetrating rain, but above only harbors silence and absence.
>Down inside the dressing room, the bottom of Sonata’s top untucks itself as she’s held up on her feet after like one and a half small drinks.
>She promises she will make it through the entire photoshoot like she promised without being too drunk to continue.
>The boost to her record deal is on the line, at least in her misled mind.
>Sonata didn’t mean to almost fall to her knees and let her smooth tummy slip out as her top got dragged up past her bellybutton…
>Right in front of her professional photographers too!
>Sonata apologizes and tries to fix her outfit only for their hands to increase and extend her wardrobe malfunction and bunch her top higher and higher until her frilly bra peeks out…
>A strong forearm presses up against Sonata’s big soft tits until her bra cups slight slip up and expose her enticing underboob before Sonata apologizes profusely and yanks everything back down over her delicious body, begging the two photographers not to end the photoshoot and keep the deal.
>They simply hold her up and tell her everything’s still okay and that they enjoyed that, wondering why Sonata still hasn’t pieced together what they’re doing to her.
>Their surprise comes with cautious delight when they take turns groping Sonata Dusk’s big soft tits through her top and bra cups… after loosening her skirt a little so it falls down while this happens.
>They use the professional hi-def cameras to take pictures and videos as well, not having ceased doing this since this “photoshoot” started.
>Still half dressed but in nothing but her pink panties from the waist down, Sonata Dusk stumbles down into a nearby chair while adventurous hands feel her up all over her lovely body.




>The neckline of her top is torn lower to expose her cleavage and photos are taken, only the next few of many many more…
>”Gee, you two really are hands on…” Slurs Sonata with a hiccup. “It’s not because I can’t stand up right, is it?”
>She doesn’t even get a reply anymore… only a response.
>The response being the two men standing her onto her feet, one of them finally living his dream of making out with one of the dazzlings…
>Sonata whimpers in surprise into the kiss but soon melts into it with a meek moan.
>Not even realizing how *good* she tastes in the fierce kiss.
>Only *now* does it start to click in her head what this really is, and it’s way too late for her to do anything about it anyway.
>And still, Sonata is doubting this new conclusion anyway.
>Maybe they just… really like her and are being romantic?
>The taste of Sonata Dusk is intoxicating, to the point of proving in some way that she truly is a siren.
>Hands grope Sonata Dusk’s soft tits and ass, fingers digging into her supple flesh like a predator’s fangs and incisors into its unlucky lunch.
>Or in this particular case, its late night banquet and dessert.
>Sonata’s arms are held above her head while her soft flat tummy’s smooth expanse is bared once more.
>The sound of fabric getting torn apart fills the room as Sonata’s top is pulled to shreds little by little while more pictures are taken.
>”These pics are gonna look great, righ-mmmmph?~” Sonata isn’t permitted to finish a sentence before a kiss steals her breath.
>She is manhandled around like a rag doll while her top is torn all the way apart, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties to have hands invade underneath them as she’s felt up all over…
>Feeling the extensive and persistent stimulation through so much contact forces Sonata Dusk’s sexy body to responsively react with unconscious arches into the groping hands caressing her smooth curves that linger on her soft tits and ass.
>The response from Sonata’s body entails her nipples stiffening into hard perky peaks visible and tangible through her lacy bra cups, and an accumulating moisture between her pussy lips underneath the frilly front of her pink panties.
>Through the deep tongue-kissing Sonata moans into, she finally realizes that she has in fact, been had.
>And is now being had as nimble fingers unclasp the back of her defenseless bra…
>Onto a small nearby couch, Sonata is laid onto her side with male hands roaming up and down her nearly naked curves.
>That unlatched bra is pulled away from Sonata Dusk’s big soft breasts, allowing them to bounce free with Sonata’s big exposed perky nipples ready to be played with and sucked on~.



>Sonata tries to plan her next move but her already limited thought process is interrupted by the deepest kiss yet.
>She can still hear the camera snapping despite the face pressed upon hers blocking her view of anything.
>Her pulse quickens with each camera snap she hears while her panties are slowly pulled down her hips.
>An extremely late groan of protest squeaks out of Sonata’s throat when she feels the force from the stretched panty straps being pulled to the sides of her thighs take the rest of her final barrier with them.
>The frilly waistline of those panties gently travels down Sonata’s smooth bare vulva lips, exposing the wetness between her hot tight slit to the air conditioned room…
>”Mmmph! MmmMMMPH!!” Sonata lets out muffled whimpers into the soon sedating kiss that puts her tongue against the invading tongue while her hands can’t decide whether to pull the groping hands away from her soft naked boobies or to hold onto the back of her frilly panties getting forced down from her soft round booty~ “hhhmmmmmmmhhhph…”
>Sonata’s muffled whimpers of protest come more from a place of her not being ready; her wrists are restrained above her head while her weeping exposed pussy feels a finger nestle it’s way between its lips and folds, making the girl react with an involuntary pelvic thrust…
>A thrust that initiates much more blind aimless twisting and squirming.
>But her frilly deep pink panties are guided down her soft smooth thighs anyway, despite her already weakening squirming that does more to make her soft naked boobies jiggle around than to keep her panties from being forced down…
>…down past her knees… tangled at her ankles that desperately try to hold on and succeed for only a few seconds…
>Sonata is now 100% sure this is not any kind of photoshoot after all…
>The camera snapping only stops when one of the men mounts Sonata between the legs.
>She must have missed when he took his erect cock out, since she already missed noticing how hard in his pants he’s been since like 20 minutes ago.
>Sonata shudders in anticipation and nervous, reluctant excitement feeling these hands all over her naked body.
>Her eyes don’t harbor as much of a look of betrayal as any of the previous girls, indicating that Sonata’s surprisingly existent consent is as delayed as her deciphering of what’s happening to her.
>”I-I’m sorry, I just…” She begins. “I’m just a little scared… I hope I didn’t ruin your night.” Sonata stares up at them with pleading eyes. “Please just… be gentle, okay?”



>Her questionable “fan” gives her a nod and penetrates her extra slowly just for her sake.
>Again tasting her lips and tongue deeply while thoroughly enjoying her inside and out…
>The humping starts off light, the intensifies like a cyclone as it gains strength while traveling across the vast warm ocean.
>The rhythm of skin slapping against skin occasionally stays in sync with the thumping rhythm of the rave music still blasting in the near distance.
>Sonata’s breathy moans and sighs fill the gaps between this lewd drum beat as the thrusting erect cock repeatedly fills the tight walls of her pussy…
>Her tits softly sway in response to each motion inflicted upon her, getting grabbed by hands while the plapping speeds up its BPM.
>”Damn…” Sonata thinks to herself while her mouth is latched into yet another kiss. “Vinyl would fucking love this… I should invite her next time!”
>The photographer slash manager slash talent scout slash Wall Street addicionado finally climaxes inside of Sonata Dusk, ejaculating a magma-hot eruption of semen deep into her pussy, leaving her panting with her naked breasts pointing her perky nipples up to the dressing-room-trailer’s fogged up sunroof.
>Then it falls open and splashes cool rainwater all over Sonata Dusk like a twisted parody of flashdance where she gets slimed by nature and luck… there’s darkened dots from stray dots of rainwater next to the dotted line on the paper where Sonata Dusk signs her name for the devil.
~
>Sonata finishes spilling the beans to her two sisters and fellow performers, having left out a lot of the details in order to keep them from going to the police about what happened to her.
>But it doesn't take a lot of thinking to come to the true conclusion anyway.
>"Sonata..." Aria stares on in dismay. "What the..."
>"Don't tell anyone! I promised him we had a deal!"
>"Sonata, you were raped!" Adagio grits her teeth and growls loudly, lucky that no one else is around this area to hear.
>"No I wasn't!" Sonata instantly denies. "I was drunk and having fun! People party in Hollywood all the time!"
>"So that's why your album got so popular..." Adagio murmurs with an eye twitch. "I can't fucking believe it."
>"Was Vinyl there with you?!" Asks Aria.
>"No, but I'm gonna invite her next time!" Replies Sonata. "You two can come too if you want. Since you look like you need those record numbers!" Sonata sticks her tongue out at Adagio, having overheard her before. "I was right and you were wrong. Autotune and stuff are fun! That's why my album with Vinyl is more fun."
>"What?" Says Adagio.



>"I saw you on Twitter. Talking about how you're the best of all three of us and everyone who doesn't like you is only mad because they like me more than you." Sonata puts her hands on her hips. "Well next time I'm partying in my dressing room, you're not invited! Vinyl is, though."
>"...What was his name?" Aria asks. "The man who partied with you?"
>"Anon." Responds Sonata. "Anon Y. Mous. Really big name in marketing by the way, look him up. He'll never do anything for *you*, though! Neither of you are pretty enough!" She sticks her tongue out at the other two girls who stare on in shock. "Ya can't prove anything anyway. Anon said so."
>"Sonata... he raped you..." Adagio conveys again.
>"Nuh-uh! It was all consensual! And guess what, Anon and I are gonna fuck again soon, and it's gonna be fun. His Wall street friends will be there too!"
>Adagio takes to google to find a good lawyer she can afford to consult about this, if she's even in a position to go against powerful people with influence in her current state of brokegirl-ness.
>Aria takes to google to find out where this Anon Y. Mous is situated... and the reason why is something she better not tell integrity-obsessed Adagio.
~
>Adagio approaches you and shows you the search page for Anon. Y. Mous, the picture of him in his tuxedo at the top. "What the hell can I do about this guy?"
"What are you coming to me about it for?"
>"You know how to get things going on social media, right?"
"Yeah..."
>"How do I convince everyone out there that Sonata's a fraud without getting sued?"
"Without getting sued? You'll probably have to go to court over it or something."
>Adagio slams her hands on your desk. "Do I look like I can afford a lawyer right now? I'm 10K in the red right now! Why do you think I'm coming to *you* for help like I did last time? You helped me spread the word without looking like a total fucking idiot. And I REALLY need to not look like an idiot this time. I need receipts."
"Well what am I supposed to do to help? I can't afford a lawyer either!" You shrug at her. "And this is gonna take more than hashtags for the latest Twitter cancellation that just get called another nothingburger."
>Adagio groans in exasperation. "Ugh, I should have known you'd be useless in this situation."
"Well of course I'm useless here, this isn't what I do! I prove why someone's worth listening to, not why they're a fraud!"
>"You mean you can't even find a way to get receipts?"
"Even if I could, which I CANNOT, the internet would just find ways to discredit it anyway. You know how stan wars go, Adagio. That's your forte!"



>"You know what? Fine. I don't need your help!" Adagio storms out before you can say something else, having no idea where she's even going to go from here.
>You shrug it off then go back to what you were doing.
~
>”I’m here for a photoshoot.” Aria stands with her feet planted in place and fists at her side. “It’s not fair that Sonata get to get by writing those simple as fuck lyrics and I’m left behind! Give me a photoshoot!”
>Anon and his fellas were just hanging out in Sonata's trailer dressing room once more, having been invited to come back and chill whenever they want by the hot (in two ways) pop star while she's away at the mall.
>And now... her own equally attractive sister barges into the room like a concerned boyfriend at double doors to a hospital entrance.
>They all look at eachother with concern at first, wondering if this is too good to be true.
>Until Aria starts talking about her own chart numbers and how she put her heart and soul into her lyrics just to be woefully lil sissed' by Sonata Dusk's surface level party lyrics over a cool sounding electronic beat.
>"Look, I'm gonna cut to the chase. I want to be on the next album." Aria tells the right people for the wrong reasons this time around. "I don't know if it was consensual, but Sonata says it was, and I know what you and her did together. I know no one will believe me if I tell, but I don't care. I just want that kind of fame too."
>She then gets right to the point. "I heard you like all three of us. So you want two out of the three Dazzlings now? Well here I am! Just fucking take me already and give my numbers a boost too. I don't fucking care anymore. Check me all over for cameras, voice recorders, whatever, I'll be naked anyway I'm sure."
>It’s like an impala strutting into the center of a pack of hyenas, willfully begging to be eaten.
>Aria knows exactly what’s about to happen to her, but she just doesn’t give a fuck.
>She’ll endure the cost of her dignity and self respect as long as word doesn’t make it out to the public… which she’s sure these guys would rather not let happen anyway.
>There’s a long pause that is only interrupted by the clicking of the door’s lock, sealing Aria’s fate as the cameras come out.
>She takes a deep breath as a pair of hands starts to massage her shoulders, causing her bra strap underneath to slip out of place…
>One by one, the men close in on Aria Blaze; the pack of hyenas closes in on the impala.
>Aria tries not to growl in angsty disdain as the hands and fingers begin to grope her and probe her clothes until finding a way inside to deeper layers, persisting until finally reaching her bare smooth skin; the fangs and incisors dig into the soft flesh of willing prey.



>A blush creeps it’s way across Aria’s face as some arms are almost elbow deep inside of her regular street clothes.
>The hands on the outside begin undoing buttons and zippers, easing access as Aria’s pants lose the support of her belts and are then open undone in front to start slipping down to the amusement of her surrounding audience…
>Other hands inside jut their way underneath Aria’s black bra cups and quickly find her sexy nipples, nudging and gently pinching them to get them nice and stiff…
>Aria lets out a high pitched gasp as this happens, as she arches her spine into the touch of her soft breasts getting squeezed.
>She’s officially welcoming the advances from all angles, submitting to the desires of men with puppet strings tied around their perverted fingers in secrecy.
>They lift her shirt up and start roaming that touch all over her bare tummy, slipping her vest off of her shoulders before Aria’s bra straps loosen in response to the back of her bra getting unlatched…
>The top of her pants have fallen halfway down her smooth thick thighs, and those same fingers tug at the sides of her black panties…
>With strong horny hands undressing her and feeling her up all over her increasingly bare skin, Aria scowls then shuts her eyes as she sinks into the converging cluster of guys surrounding her like a pack of zombies.
>A couple of fingers find Aria’s smooth bare pussy and begin stroking between her vulva…
>”This better get me number 1 on the hot 100… longer than fuckin’ *Sonata* was there…” Aria silently mutters to herself in her thoughts as the cocks are pulled out one by one.
>---
>A more respectful set of imagery would have ended it there… but the pictures are only beginning to be taken.
>Aria’s increasingly nude form twists and turns while hands feeling her up maul her flesh and maneuver her around like hauling a rug once they have her bodyweight suspended in the air.
>They flip her over and over again, wrestling her shirt and pants all the way off on the way over to the couch while her undone bra hangs limp far away from covering her bare, soft swaying breasts…
>Aria's black panties are at the end of the scattered trail of discarded clothes left behind that leads to the gangbang on the couch.
>The Wall Street bros each playing their part in kissing, fondling and fucking ANOTHER one of the three dazzlings: Aria Blaze.
>The siren girl simply rolls her eyes for reasons beyond only the same one that curls her toes.
>Aria begrudgingly endures being the centerpiece of this clusterfuck for however long it lasts while the thrusts up between her thighs commence like her graduation ceremony into higher chart relevancy.
>”Do it for the numbers…” Aria thinks to herself right before the first of many ejaculations.
~



>---
>Months later, Adagio is forced to face the fact that any plans she has to expose Anon are dead in the water until she can get back onto her feet financially.
>Which definitely isn't happening any time soon.
>But that's not the main thing she's angry about right now.
>Adagio mopes in her chair, bags under her angrily squinting eyes as she glares up at Aria's chart numbers on the screen.
>The three girls had been touring together over the past couple of weeks, currently booking a performance slot at a music festival, which is beneficial for Adagio since both Aria and Sonata have become more famous than her at this point.
>But Aria's answer as to why her most recent album did so well was unsatisfactory; Adagio Dazzle looks at Aria and Sonata, more than capable of putting 2 and 2 together.
>Like Aria's tune suddenly... changed about something...
>As one Katt Williams said: The number one job of people who sold their soul to the devil, is to act like it didn't happen.
>"Hey Dagi, I got those churros from the stand you wanted. Sorry it took so long, that fuckin' Pinkie Pie made them have to make a whole new batch an-... why are you looking at me like that?" Aria sets the box of fast food down.
>Adagio gives Aria the grumpiest, most miserable glare in her life like she's now in a grump-off with her too.
>"What?" Aria repeats, already knowing deep down what this is about as soon as she sees the chart data on the screen... and her voice gets nervous and shaky. "What?"
>"You let Anon fuck you, didn't you?" Adagio angrily sulks into her chair like she's melting into it. "Tell me the truth, Aria. Numbers don't lie."
>With a groan, Aria accepts that Adagio knows too much to back down about this, but also remembers how dependent Adagio is right now. "Well, the hell are ya gonna do about it anyway?" She moodily shrugs.
>Adagio just glares at Aria in silence, frowning sharply to an almost comical degree.
>"Sonata said it was all cool. I consented. The two of us are gonna have a threesome with Anon once we're back in California. You're welcome to join in and get some extra boosts to your numbers too if you want. I fail to see the problem here."
>Adagio's glare widens at the filthy suggestion that insults her very character.
>"...Alright, well don't come, then." Aria read Adagio's expression clearly on the first glance. "Your loss, not mine."
>"Too bad! So Sad!" Sonata chimes in after overhearing the conversation.
>"You know what the shit thing is?" Aria adds. "Vinyl's been seeing Anon too these days. And Octavia hates her for that too. Saying the same lame ass shit you've been saying about AI music and autotune and whatever the fuck instead of just accepting the big bag of cash and views."



>"Just... I'm going to bed." Adagio slowly rises to her feet. "Fuck this shit. I'll see you girls in the morning."
>"Don't you wanna come out on stage with us?" Asks Sonata.
>Adagio turns to her. "You just don't get it, do you?"
>"Ya sure?" Asks Aria.
>"Fuck you, I'm going to bed." Gripes Adagio.
>"Psh, fine then. See you tomorrow crankypants." Aria steps out of Adagio's way. "Like I give a fuck."
>Adagio doesn't even respond and just plops down onto her bed with a resounding creak from the springs.
>"Also you might wanna skip town after going back. He said he wants you too." Adds Aria.
>Adagio can be heard getting up before Sonata's giggling in the kitchenette is interrupted by the deafening slamming of the bedroom door.
>"You didn't tell her about Octavia wanting to get help from Anon too?" Asks Sonata.
>"I thought Vinyl already told her but... eh, why would she anyway? Why should I or you either? Dagi's just being a bitch."
>"I wonder how Tavi's doing right now…" Sonata ponders. "Guess I'll ask Vinyl when I get the chance."
>"I'm sure she's fine." Replies Aria.
~
>Meanwhile, in Hollywood:
>”Wait… there must be some kind of mistake!” Octavia slowly backs away.
>”No mistakes here.” Glints Anon. “The deal you made was the deal you made.”
>The way he gazes down at Octavia’s clothed curves is the only bit of information she needs to figure out what’s coming next.
>She’s wearing her full suit and tie in anticipation of her private audition performance for the exec-connected people, not having been savvy enough to read in between the lines of the contract that helps itself to weave in between her rights as a human being to snake its way to her body and soul.
>The condition of a nude performance wasn’t taken as an actual possibility from Octavia’s end.
>”The numbers we did were still high enough to break even!” Octavia frantically looks around for an exit, not having known how rigid the conditions before the consequences were going to be, but knowing that she is outnumbered and greatly outgunned regardless…
>The phones had been left on and idle at home before they arrived at this place, providing an alibi.
>The other half of the audience that isn’t in the room find their seats out in the auditorium after being told that the nude performance they came to see is still on.
>While all the currently still empty seats will be filled as soon as their occupants are done surrounding Octavia in here…
>”It’s split between you and Adagio, so you actually only made just under half of enough to break even. But even if you broke even, it’s not enough of a profit to promise for the future.”



>”I… wha…” Octavia suddenly remembers Adagio Dazzle, fixing to do what she did and just walk out of the contract, violating it before it lets these men violate her.
>But she knows that she can’t afford the cost of the legal repercussions.
>If she can’t pay, she’ll go deep into debt that’s stories over her head and face prison time.
>Those spotify royalties from playing centuries-old songs on the cello look smaller than they ever have… and that’s definitely saying something.
>Octavia can’t swim like Adagio could, but there’s sharks circling her anyway…
>Become their feeding frenzy or have fun chilling with the titanic on the ocean floor.
>”It’s too late to go back on it now, you’ll have to do what we need you to do now if you want to adapt to the label.” Anon approaches her. “We’ll get you to learn to perform REALLY well under REAL pressure.”
>”This isn’t right! You have no right to invade my personal space like this!”
>”Not before you signed the contract waiving your right to say that and have it be true.” Anon can barely contain his excitement.
>”I am a seasoned musician, damn you!”
>”You’re an 18 year old girl legally bound to our contract!”
>”N-no… no I’m not!”
>”Fucking grab her already!”
>”You get your hands off of me!”
>The sounds of rustling soon fill the room as Octavia quickly fails to fight them off.
>”Let go of me! I said LET GO OF ME!!” Octavia’s enraged resistance is too little too late. “NO!”
>”I got her!”
>”Don’t touch me there, you fucking pig!” Octavia’s voice begins to become shaky and break as a lump forms in her throat. “F-fuck you!” Her breathing gets louder over the next minute or so of her being forcefully undressed against her will, soon giving way to desperate whimpering and then sobbing. “Noo! Fuck you! I’ll make you pay for this!”
>She’ll have little luck in making them pay for the free strip show she’s unwillingly giving them.
>The scattered trail of discarded clothes leading to the couch this time is Octavia Melody’s clothes…
>Octavia’s bow tie lies on the floor first, then Octavia’s suit jacket, then Octavia’s dress pants bunched around her shoes and still half-attached to her suspenders, then a few scattered buttons followed by Octavia’s torn open dress shirt that’s missing all of said scattered buttons, then Octavia’s purple bra and pair of panties…
>This private concert was never going to be like the ones Octavia has always been used to performing.
>The proper way she usually does things doesn’t fit with this sleazy business model, and maybe that’s why she hasn’t truly made it anywhere yet.



>She figures she’ll never allow herself to be some delicate flower desperate enough for fans and fame to sell her body and compromise her integrity even if it’s for a quick buck at a time.
>Octavia, already being against AI music and even autotune, would never fall victim to the evil underworld that is the music industry.
>But Anon Y Mous and his way of managing changes all of that.
>Octavia’s distinguished sense of self respect started to have its surface chipped when she was in a cluster of hands grabbing and touching her after forcing her jacket off.
>That jacket she felt like was a symbol of her bringing the past culture of caring more about music into a modern pop world’s music business.
>Something she wore instead of whatever shreds of fabric sluts would wear in those music videos, not understanding until now that those regular women actually didn’t choose that either.
>A part of her mind still tries to cling onto her usual propriety as she was forced to trade dignity for exposure like so many before her.
>Now it’s her turn to face a fateful day of crushing surprise loss, with leering eyes all over her at the cost of her privacy and autonomy, secrets be damned.
>The soon limp suspenders dangle free while Octavia’s hands are outnumbered against hands groping her soft chest and bottom with their fingers working at the front of her pants to ease access to her most private area…
>The attention of corrupt record execs keeping her from being grounded in irrelevancy any longer only serves to clip her wings and lock her in a cage all because the contract lets them own her pussy…
>Octavia’s fly was undone quickly while her dress shirt buttons soar across the room just to land useless on the floor.
>The horny attacking execs loved discovering Octavia wears a purple bra when they tore open her classy dress shirt that was meant for modest shows and performances only… before the contract changed that.
>Octavia used to wear dress pants until the execs *needed* to see if her purple panties matched her purple bra… now the undone pants are bunched at her ankles.
>Octavia didn’t mean to be caught with her pants down like this, becoming a victim getting her panty-clad booty grabbed and squeezed through the thin lacy fabric just like in those music videos…
>She’s stuck now, even if she says no.
>Now hands feeling her up enjoy seeing her cleavage and bellybutton as the white dress shirt’s fabric slips down her shoulders and finds its way to her wrists.
>Octavia’s whimpers of protest to her shameful defilement were picked up as audio in the video being taken for blackmail.
>Anon’s hands force the frilly side straps of Octavia Melody’s lacy purple panties down her hips the same way they did with Sonata’s frilly pink panties many months ago.



>The list of victims continues to pile up into a mountainous stack.
>Until its weight will ironically enough pin down the smaller list of perpetrators enough that even the strongest grip will never pull it out to release to the public without ripping the paper in half.
>The worst punishment someone’d get is for prostitution if the stack is tall enough…
>Too much control, but what’s out of control is Octavia’s unwanted exposure.
>Specifically outside of Octavia’s control…
>This detail is in the sheer confidence with which Anon guides Octavia Melody’s slutty purple panties down her smooth bare thighs as more hands wrestle with the bunched down pants and suspenders stubbornly tangled around her ankles.
>Octavia’s thighs could do little to nothing to clamp the receding bridge of her purple panties over her bare pussy…
>As though they read the contract too, the bunched pants to give in with enough force upon Octavia’s ankles and heels… her shoes are taken with the pants, soles no longer touching the ground.
>Octavia is lifted into the air by the crowd of men just like Aria was, squirming substantially more than the other girl had while her purple panties are guided the rest of the way down her smooth bare legs.
>Soul no longer touching the ground either, she sobs and twists around in futile resistance, croaking out protests that fall upon deaf ears as hands roam all over her indecent, exposed body.
>She is no longer the classy, self-respecting cellist from before… she’s being turned into something she never wanted to be when reaching for the recognition she did want.
>When she’s tossed onto the couch, Octavia Melody’s soft tits bounce wildly since the clasp at the back of her bra already got unlatched…
>Octavia Melody’s lacy purple bra cups are wrestled away from her sexy nipples…
>The final vestige of her once proud modesty is tossed to the side like it’s nothing.
>The exposure she didn’t want is complete, all for the now corrupted promise of the exposure she does want.
>”You’re gonna do this performance for us or else we do whatever we want to you either right here on the couch if you say no here, or on the stage itself if you stop playing for us on there.” Anon gives Octavia the ultimatum, gesturing to the video camera in another guy’s hand. “It gets worse if you disobey me. You get famous if you do as you’re told.”
>Stood back up in place completely naked against her will with male hands nonconsensually feeling her up all over her bare soft curvy exposed body, Octavia Melody is in no position to argue or negotiate.
>With tears rolling down her face, she swallows her next sob and sniffles with a reluctant nod, involuntarily arching her spine when the hands groping her big soft exposed breasts tease her stiffening bare nipples…



>Anon leans in and pecks Octavia on the lips a few times before deepening it all into a prolonged kiss, muffling her responsive groan before her parts it to command her again: “Kiss me back.”
>Octavia obediently puckers her lips into the next liplock delivered onto them, deepening the kiss along with her slowing breathing as she adjusts to her helpless situation the best she can to at least try to calm herself a bit and not rock the boat any further.
>”This is happening. You understand?” Anon says to Octavia.
>Shivering, Octavia silently nods in defeated acceptance, not even trying to think of any way she could possibly make a run for it without any clothes on.
>This is her situation now and she has no choice but to accept it, entirely outside of her control, Octavia Melody exposed and vulnerable.
>She will bring her exposure on stage as she’s told to and perform live naked.
>She leans into Anon, softly moaning into the kiss while his hands roam all over her smooth bare skin.
>None of his Wall Street buddies need to restrain Octavia anymore, for Octavia is now cooperating…
>In her broken mind, Octavia Melody figures she might as well force herself to be into this the best she can, because there is no escape.
>But the anxiety from the premise of performing naked looms over her regardless.
>Her breath is shaky and her legs are trembling, the fear is apparent in her eyes.
>Octavia doesn’t know what to do at this point but cling onto Anon like it’ll save her life.
>She kisses him more passionately before saying something, nearly whispering it.
>”Please don’t make me go out there like this…” Octavia mutters through quivering lips. “P-please? I won’t say no, but… please…” Her soft and quiet begs for at least some shred of decency come between shuddering breaths. “I’m… so scared… I’m cold… I’m begging you… please?…”
>”It’s just us and a few others out there. They already expect to see you naked.” Anon finally changes his tone and speaks more soothingly, but with a subtle threat to remind her. “Much less people than the internet if the footage goes out.”
>Octavia’s pupils contract as the full gravity of the situation barrels down upon her.
>Shock makes her blood run cold through her facing heart.
>”…As you wish…” Utters Octavia as Anon’s hands gently massage the malleable mounds of her bare breasts.
>It would feel so much nicer if it wasn’t nonconsensual…
>Octavia NEEDS this to feel nicer if she’s going to steel herself for the nude performance she’s about to do.
>Forcing herself to feel convinced that she’s consenting even though she KNOWS she’s not, Octavia tries to let the contact comfort her, taking a deep shuddering breath before continuing. “As you wish, m-master… I’ll perform… a-as I am.” It sickens her inside to hear herself say it out loud, even without directly stating she’s naked, unwillingly at that.



>Anon’s eyes light up in delight after hearing Octavia Melody call him “master”.
>He and his buddies start up a chorus of oohs in response, pleasantly surprised by the sudden complete submission handed over to them on a silver platter… in *style*.
>Octavia’s extremely nervous forced giggle only encourages them further.
>They gather Octavia’s clothes and take them away with them, leaving behind only the scattered stray buttons sprawled about the floor… and Octavia’s bow tie.

To Be Continued One Day...