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HashTag "You Too!" (Jack Stalker and TheNaughtyOne)

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HASHTAG "YOU TOO"

Liam Harrison had ascended to become the CEO of Harrison movies rather quickly after the death of his father. He was the right man in the right position at the right time, and he had carried on to make some excellent choices which had bolstered the studios reputation at a time when others were jumping on bandwagons which were about to have the wheels come off and send them careening into poverty. Everything had been going great, he was successful, liked and in a position of complete power and authority when it came to the many people under his control. Actors, directors, producers. They all answered to him... so it was particularly annoying when word reached him that an actress activist, by the name of Natalie Preston, was engaging in a campaign of anti male nonsense against individuals in his company. He was sympathetic, naturally, but part of her hashtag campaign was to highlight that some powerful individuals had touched a womans leg at a party twenty years ago, or made sexual comments or advances in past decades. It was ludicrous, drew the wrong sort of attention and simply illustrated two things to him. She had too much time on her hands... and she needed to be taken in hand and given a good fucking, until she realised that women like her, with her looks, should be using them to get ahead instead of bitching about nonsense in order to get some sort of payoff or media coverage.

He contacted her and arranged a meeting at his penthouse offices, his luxurious directors suite dominated an entire corner of a floor which also shared one of his many apartments. The red carpeted office was lined with sleek looking leather and chrome furniture leading to a curved desk which sprawled in a semi circle in front of a floor to ceiling window which stretched along the entire wall behind him. The view was staggering, the city and its par laid out behind him as the sun faded towards the horizon and the lights began to shine below. The long walk to the desk was bordered by white walls which were plastered with awards for past company achievements, famed actors, Oscar winning movies, cherished directors... and he wasn't about to allow all that to come tumbling down due to accusations which could not even be proved, due to how much time had passed. For all he knew Miss Preston might even have comments to make about his father, and that was completely unacceptable. Still, his plan was simple. Get her here, explain the way things were going to be to her, then give her an adjustment to her attitude.

He instructed his secretary, an older brunette haired woman by the name of Miss Johnson whose office was directly facing the elevator lobby, to call his P.A when Miss Preston arrived, then head home. She was going to be the last meeting of the day and as such it was easy to arrange that they would, effectively, be alone, though she was not going to know that of course. He had seen Miss Preston before, and while she was a little prudish in appearance, he had seen her body in many a movie. She was one of the hottest actresses out there, using her looks and body to sell everything from perfume to movies to cars and motorbikes. She knew the power of her flesh, her looks, yet she had let her brain become polluted with toxic feminist nonsense. That had to stop, right now. He poured himself a whiskey on the rocks and turned to his personal assistant, a crooked twisted grin on his face. The girl with him was a striking long legged redhead, Karen Williams, a girl who had fucked her way into a position to apply to serve him. As yet he had not partaken of her himself, focused entirely on Preston, a woman he had been fantasising about for years.. and who was now delivering herself into his clutches without even knowing about it. "You'll escort Miss Preston in, to make her feel comfortable, then you will excuse yourself, thank you Miss Williams. There is sensitive information to be exchanged for our ears only." he instructed her, receiving a submissive nod. Karen was an English girl with mediocre skills, who was now serving one of the most powerful figure sin Hollywood because of her cunt. A classic example of the way women achieved positions of significance, and everything Natalie likely hated. He found that amusing.

He had barely felt the sting of his drink fade from his throat when he heard Karens voice announcing Miss Prestons appearance. "Thank you Miss Williams." he nodded to her from his desk, his eyes fixing on Miss Preston as the doors closed behind her. He thumbed the button beneath his desk which locked them, then allowed his eyes to stroke up and down her, from head to toe. At this distance she would not be able to surmise he was raping her with his gaze, drinking in her appearance as he adjusted the tie on his own dark business suit and finished his drink. Fuck, he wanted to fuck her so bad it set his soul on fire and made him want to run down there and pin her to the wall right now. He held back though, giving her time to come in and sit down was only civil. It was then that he would explain to her once and for all how things really worked in the real world. "Welcome Miss Preston. I'm Liam Harrison, as you are well aware. I want to thank you for deciding to bring the specific and detailed allegations you have gathered to me first. I am in a unique position to assist in arranging for those responsible to be brought to justice. The company is dedicated to diversity, inclusivity and womens rights, as you well know." he lied, a sympathetic grin on his face. His company was dedicated to making money, not bowing to the twitter mob.

"Please, have a seat." he gestured to one of the laid back leather chairs in front of his desk. "I'll get you a drink, what would you like?" he asked, standing and moving to the nearby drinks cabinet. If she didn't want one he would simply wait for her, leaning back against the edge of his desk in a casual manner. Soft classical music was playing in the background, barely audible, as he focused his eyes on her from time to time, watching her come closer along the long sixty feet length or red carpet which led to his wide silver and glass desk. "I saw your TV interview, it was very enlightening in showing me the sort of help you need to be given Miss Preston. You lay out what you need my help with, then I'll tell you what I'm going to do for you." he told her, stiffening as he looked at her. In person she was even more beautiful than on film and it was becoming harder to avoid a tell tale lust creeping into his gaze as he looked at her.. She needed to be reminded that all the power she needed wasn't going to come from lawsuits about imagined slights which occurred twenty years ago, it was going to come from her opening her legs and using her cunt to fuck her way up the Hollywood power ladder, like everyone else... starting with him. She needed to be shown that when a man fucked a woman hard enough and long enough, deep enough to ignite her inner whore, then all this nonsense fell away, because all she became interested in was hard cock and plenty of it. Natalie needed to be shown that, with looks like hers, if she was fucked by the right man she wouldn't have to waste her time with any more of this stupidity... and the right man was going to be him.
 
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