Brittany Juggs stood beneath the cascading warmth of her shower, the steam enveloping her with a misty cloud, momentarily blocking out the concerning chaos of her thoughts. She had been out of business for far too long, her once vibrant career now a distant echo in the corridors of music history. Brittany was almost 40 years old and important decisions lied in front of her. She did not want to get lost in the echoes of the past. She was Brittany Juggs, once the most popular and scandalous singer. Sadly, her future was filled with uncertainty.

She had just finished a nice workout in her private fitness room and she spent some quality time with her new bodyguard Jason. Brittany could stil feel the taste of his cumm in her mouth. But this day was supposed to be different. She had an appointment with her agent, Cole, to discuss a potential comeback. This thought of alone quickened her pulse, sending a surge of adrenaline through her veins. Concerned and anxious that she might be late, she had to hurry. Brittany quickly shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, the urgency of the day ahead compelling her into action.

Once out from the shower Brittany called Jason, her new bodyguard. She had just finished drying her skin with the tower when Jason knocked on the door.

"Come in" she shouted.

Jason entered in her room. Considering what has happened just 30 minutes ago, he was not too surprised to see his boss naked.

"Is the limousine ready? I don't want to be late." she looked at him. He was young but his imposing figure created a certain level of security in the whirlwind of her thoughts.

"Yes Miss. May I ask, where are we going?" he was staring at her

"I have an appointment with Mike, my agent - the office building on New Town street 38"

"Then we should go. We don't have much time Miss."

"Wait for me in the car" Brittany sighed.

Once Jason exited the room, she entered in her wardrobe cabin. It was difficult to choose what to wear. She lost another 5 minutes in wondering but finally she decided to wear one of her old dresses. It was time to be a bit scandalous once again. The dress was from white fabric. Last time she wore it was two years ago on a private event for a birthday of an important man. The event was a disaster but she got paid well to be there. Brittany sang a 3-4 of her old songs and then in a private room sucked the cock of the same businessman who hired her. Deep in her she knew that the ridiculous fee she received that night was not for her singing.

Luckily the dress fit on her body perfectly. Brittany had decided to wear it with no bra and underwear.

...

"Let's get moving, Jason" Brittany ordered with determination as she hastily shut the door of the limousine.

Within minutes, they were on the road, the city's traffic already beginning to swell with the usual rush. Brittany's anxiety mounted with each passing minute, her mind racing ahead to the meeting that could reanimate her career.

"Sorry, Miss. Traffic's a nightmare today, " James apologized, although it wasn't his fault at all.

"It's alright, James. Just get us there as quickly as you can, " Brittany urged, her fingers tapping nervously against the armrest.

Despite James's best efforts, it was impossible to arrive on time. Ther arrived fifteen minutes late. Brittany's heart pounded in her chest. She anxiously entered in the building and rushed through the lobby. Her white leather heels clicking against the polished floor in a frantic rhythm.

On the 45th floor Mike's assistant greeted her with the usual soft smile as she informed her boss that Brittany has arrived. Then she ushered her into his office.

Brittany burst into the office, and she came face to face with Mike and another man she didn't recognize. "I'm so sorry I'm late, " she gasped, as she had difficulty catching her breath.

"Not to worry, Brittany" Mike waved off her apology with annoyance. He was getting tired of Brittany's unprofessional behaviour. "Allow me to introduce you to Mr. Reginald Huxley." he said, gesturing towards the well dressed man seated across from him.

Brittany's eyes widened. She was shocked. How on earth she couldn't recognize him right away. Reginald Huxley, the famed businessman was the owner of a prestigious music label named after him. Her mind raced with possibilities as she realized the magnitude of the opportunity before her.

"Such a pleasure to meet you Miss Juggs" Reginald said, his voice smooth and commanding.

"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Huxley, " Brittany replied with a steady voice despite how anxious she felt.

Once the meeting started Brittany calmed down. Mike was an experienced agend and played well his role of the middle person, while protecting Brittany's interest. Once Brittany saw the incredible amount of money that were written in the contract on the table her passion reignited.

The meeting ended. Brittany was happy as she seemed once again on the verge of success. The only remaining thing was to sign the contract.

"Mike, can I have a few words in private with Miss Juggs"

"Of course Reg" Mike exited his office

"Now...." Reginald Huxley sighed. "Brittany, the contract is yours. But let's make something clear between me and you." his soft voice suddenly had changed "I am not sure you will succeed. I mean you have not done anything for a few years. I called your agent, because my nephew is a fan of yours and you have to do something else, something small before we sign." his face had a grin on it. "You will have to...." Brittany's eyes widened as he whispered the rest of the sentence in her ear.

...

Five hours later Jason stopped Brittany's car in front of Mr. Huxley's private mention.

"Are you sure everythig is alright Miss?" Jason asked her with compassion. Brittany seemed too anxious for a singer who signed another important contract.

"No everything is alright, Jason. Thank you. Just wait for me here."

...

Thirty minutes has passed since Brittany entered. First she was introduced to Mr. Huxley's nephew - Mark. Then he brought her to her room. She was shocked to see that the walls were covered with posters of herself. Of course it was her youngerself. The biggest of the posters was from her concert in Brazil 18 years ago. She was 21 year old back then - a rising star. The photographer had taken an incredibly good photo of Brittany in action. She was singing the highest notes of one of her hits. Her figure in the poster was in slightly crouching position, her free hand was pressing provocatively against the leather panties she was wearing at that concert.

"I also like the heels. They make you look like a cheap slut" Mark said with little to no respect.

"Please... Let's get it finished" Brittany sighed. Fice hours ago, Mr Huxley had told her, that Mark had just turned 19 years old and Brittany was one of his birtdhay gifts. She had to have sex with him on Mark conditions.

Initially Brittany said no, but after just thirty seconds she changed her mind as Mr Huxley took the contract back inside his briefcase.

"I guess my uncle told you what I like"

"Just a little"

"Then get on your fours. I want you to face that poster of yours. The Brazil concert, right?" she didn't answer but anyway she obeyed to the his request.

Once she assumed the position asked from her, the young man behind her lifted her white dress, revealing her completely naked bottom. Earlier that day she had decided not to wear underwear for the meeting with Mr. Huxley.

"I knew you were a cheap whore with a good voice." Mark was already naked with his big erect cock pointing at the exposed holes of the famous 39 year old singer. Mark spread her ass cheeks and teased her with a finger playing around the slightly brown and puckered entrance of her asshole.

"Have you had a lot of cocks in here?"

"Does it really matter? I am here to sign a multimillion contract, not to answer stupid questions" Brittany was annoyed.

"To me it does matter. Actually you are here for the contract, my uncle is about to sign with you and yet you are in my room, on the floor, on your fours like a good little whore and you are about to be assfucked by a 19 year old teenager. How cheap does this make you? Answer the question."

"I've had anal with five guys..." she found it hard but she swallow the insult

"Good whore" Mark spat on his cock and pressed against her asshole. It slid inside with ease.

The eager teenager did not waste any time and started thrusting into the asshole of the former music star. Brittany's sphincter was hugging tightly the cock of the 19 year old. She bowed her head down and covered her ears with her hands trying not to listen to the disrespectful comments her fan was making while fucking her rear. She did everything she could not to cry from the discomfort of the almost dry anal fuck, although there were a few tears in her eyes. Mark was holding her waist tight fucking her even more viciously.

Suddenly, Brittany realised that the pain had started transforming into shameful pleasure. She bit her hand, stopping every possible moan or any other sign of pleasure, trying not to show that she grew to like the ordeal. Then just when she thought that Mark was about to ejaculate inside of her, his movements stopped.

"Turn around slut" he said "Suck my cock"

Brittany wanted it to end as fast as possible, so she obeyed and faced his erect cock. Her eyes widened as she saw the tip if his cock underneath her nose. His shaft was covered with some feces from her rectum. Mark laughed when he noticed her reaction and rubbed his cock against her cheeks smearing the excrement particles on her soft skin.

"Why don't you sing for me? Is it the first time you are seeing a microphone in front of your face?"

One more insult she had to swallow. Brittany opened her mouth and in the very next second Mark slid his cock inside. He didn't stop until her nose hit his crotch.

"Have you tasted your ass before, bitch?" he pressed her head slightly against him. Her gag reflex kicked in and she almost puked.

Mark gave her only a few second to get used to the shit taste of the cock in her mouth before he started using her head like a fleshlight. Deep down in her mind Brittany continued to tell herself that everything is worth the money written in the contract. Mark thrust's in her oral cavity were not at all respectful. He was not her lover. He was not her fan. He was a young man who liked the process of disgracing her - the former pop diva. And his uncle Huxley was facilitating all this. She felt dirty.

Brittany did not feel any better once the 19 year old shot his semen directly in her throat which made her choke. Her face was a complete mess. Her thoughts were even messier. He slapped her.

"Answer me! I've asked you if you liked it"

Brittany looked up straight at him. She swallowd what was left of her dignity.

"Yes" her answer was almost silent.

"Very good. You can stand up. Now we will take a selfie next to that poster of yours. Stand here." Brittany positioned herself where she was told to and tried to lower he white dress back down "No, no, no" Mark grabbed her hand "Your slutty cunt will be visible for that one and we might as well...." he abruptly pulled th top of her dress "... take your tits out also." he laughed. Suddenly he turned around and a real microphone appeared in his hand.

"Stuff it in your cunt, whore" this was new level of humiliation but she complied. She took the microphone and forced the wide knob inside of her vagina. "Good, a bit deeper. Nice, now lift your leg here. Good, very good. Look at the camera now" Mark took the photo of them two with the poster visible in the background.

"I won't post it in internet...." he made a dramatic pause "... for now. You'll have to dedicate a song to your biggest fan - Me. I have a feeling your album will have a great success"

...

Brittany entered in her limousine and shut the door abuptly startling Jason.

"A lot of time to put a signiture on a contract" Jason was joking.

"Drive" Brittany voice was shaking a bit.

"Are you alright, Miss? You look awful." he had just seen her in the rearview mirror "You have something on your lip"

"Yes, I am fine Jason. Thank you" she cleaned her lip from the evidence of what has happened one hour ago "I am just too excited about the album. We should start recording in three weeks"

"Very good, Miss" Jason started the engine and drove off.