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As a little encouragement here is the first half of chapter 1:

Pop Star's Pastimes: Chapter1
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Chapter 1 – Bad memories

She may be the most powerful woman in the global music business but Madonna still felt cheated. She had to work like a dog to get where she was today, endlessly promoting herself and her music in all corners of the globe for years before she started to get any real money, influence and power for herself. Today’s singers seemed to have it given to them on a plate. They made millions of one or two albums then retired on the proceeds. It wasn’t fair. Her first few albums had served mainly to make a few well-connected record industry executives wealthy beyond their wildest dreams, while she had barely enough to maintain the lifestyle her carefully manufactured image demanded. Sure things were different now. She had made millions since then and risen to the very top of the industry, but she still felt bitter about her “lost” early years.

The levels she had to stoop to in order to ensure her first got albums released and, of course, to ensure they were successful enough to propel her career to heights that would give her the wealth and power she craved still sickened her. In fact what she had gone through was not that unusual. What was unusual in here case was the frequency and intensity of the abuse she had to endure, but then she was determined to make it quickly and had gone all out to that end. She remembered with a shiver the how she got her first big break in the business. From David “call me Davey” Michelson. She had gone to his office to discuss having him promote her by playing her demo tape to various influential industry figures. She was sure he could help her out, his list of previous clients was an impressive array of successful singers and bands from across the US and Europe.

His office was huge. He sat in front of a large window with an impressive view of the Nashville skyline; his desk must have been the size of a small double bed. It was certainly an impressive set-up. She walked the 15 feet from the door at one end to the small uncomfortable looking typist style chair in front of his desk trying to look confident and alert, the way she imagined a star would in these circumstances. He motioned for her to sit down and pressed play on a tape deck that sat on his empty desk. The familiar sound of her demo tape could be heard, but it sounded different to the last time she listened to it.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said in a manner that indicated he knew she wouldn’t “but I ran your tape through some of our computers to make it sound a bit more ‘professional’”.
“No not at all, it sounds great!” she enthused.
“Good” he replied, almost under his breath.
Rising from his place behind the desk he began to walk around it, passing behind her, and then back around his desk. He did 3 full circuits before hitting the stop button on the tape player. Rubbing his chin thoughtfully he continued to circle the desk and the anxiously waiting Madonna.
“It’s not bad” he finally came out with. He was stood behind her now, and she craned her neck to look at him. He was speaking to his secretary, who was sat in a leather armchair at the back of the office, next to the door. “I think she could go far. She doesn’t have the best voice I’ve ever heard, but it sounds OK once it’s been through the machines. Do you think she has the other qualities it takes to be a star?”
Madonna turned her head back to the front. She didn’t want him to see the excitement on her face, and she didn’t want to see if his secretary shook her head or nodded.
“Hard to tell” was the secretary’s response.
She jumped when she felt his hands on her shoulders. “There’s a lot more to having a hit record than just singing a catchy song in tune you know.” He said. There was something about his voice that made her skin crawl. His hands started to slide down her upper arms. She felt his fat stomach pushing against the back of her head. “It has to be promoted, there are live appearances and press events to do, all over the country. It’s very demanding on a young person.” His hands had reached her elbows now and were sliding back up her arms to her shoulders. “You have to be very nice to the right kind of people, and not waste time with others who can’t help you.” His hands slid back down her arms. He extended his thumbs this time and brushed gently down the sides of her breasts. She couldn’t believe he was doing this with his secretary right there in the room. Although she couldn’t see exactly what he was doing she must have known he was doing something. Each time his hands slid up and down her arms, his thumbs stroked her breasts more firmly, has hands moving forward around her arms so that the contact of his thumbs moved ever closer to her nipples. Other people in this business had tried it on before, she had knocked them back – firmly but politely – and they had, to a man, failed to offer her any help with her career at all. This guy was certainly the most powerful she had met and, given that his secretary was there and things couldn’t get too far out of hand, she decided to let him proceed.

His hands moved off of her arms and he placed them directly on her breasts. She shivered slightly and turned her head up to look at him, he quickly took his left hand from her breast and firmly pushed her head back around and down so she was looking away from him and across his desk to the window behind it. Then something happened she hadn’t expected. The secretary appeared to her left and placed her note pad on the desk in front of her. He continued to knead her breasts, rubbing the palms of his hands over her nipples in a slow circular manner. If she had found him at all attractive it would certainly have got her going, he knew what he was doing all right, but he smelled of stale cigars and had a belly that wobbled disgustingly as he walked. She could feel his bloated stomach pushing into the back of her head and that wasn’t exactly a turn on. Her head was spinning. The arrival of his secretary on the scene had not slowed him in the slightest. In fact she was smiling at Madonna, with a wicked gleam in her eye that made the future star very nervous. She’d come this far, should she stop him now? She would never get a chance to meet someone this powerful again. The work he had done on her crude demo tape had made it sound a hundred times better. There was no doubt he was the man she needed to start her career off. She would go ahead with it. A hand-job, suck him off; hell even let him fuck her if need be. She needed the break he was offering and this was her chance. She refused to be put off over a little unpleasantness.

The secretary knelt down on her left and began unbuttoning Madonna’s blouse. When she had half the buttons undone she slipped her hands inside, under her bosses ever-busy fingers, which were still massaging her breasts through her blouse, and tweaked her nipples. While ‘Davey’ disgusted her, his secretary was a different matter. She was tall and beautiful. Very elegantly dressed in a calf length pencil skirt and crisp white blouse, done up to her throat. Her long, straight, jet-black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The tight, form hugging nature of her business attire emphasised her figure, which was breathtaking. Firm breasts strained at her blouse, her rapidly hardening nipples pushing through the silky material indicating that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Given this evidence her breasts must be extremely firm indeed, they jiggled just a bit as she swayed slightly from side to side as the movement of her own hands on Madonna’s breasts were influenced by the increasingly rough movements of her bosses hands over the top of them.

Despite the pressure of that revolting gut, pushing into the back of her head, Madonna found herself responding to the touch of this beautiful woman. Her nipples were hardening and there was a definite warmth in her pussy. She could feel the dampness in her crotch growing. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all; if she could concentrate on the secretary and just ignore her gross boss she may even enjoy it. Groaning to express her disappointment as the secretary removed her hands from inside her blouse; Madonna was shocked by what happened next. With a sudden, lightening quick grab, the secretary pulled Madonna’s blouse off her shoulders and down her upper arms to her elbows. While still assessing the way this prevented her from moving her arms from her sides and deciding whether to wriggle free of the restricting garment altogether, she was pleased to find the deliciously young secretary pulling her bra down to expose her ripe breasts to the cool air conditioned office air.
As if reading her mind the secretary leaned forward and took the nipple of her right breast into her mouth and sucked greedily on it. Her right hand continued to play with her exposed left breast, whilst her left hand drifted down and dived straight up her skirt and began gently stroking on her rapidly swelling clit. The waves of pleasure running through her body completely distracted her from the actions of ‘Davey’, who had stepped back from the chair Madonna was sat in and started shedding his clothes. So eager was he to get out of his suit that he staggered and almost fell as he got his leg caught in his trousers. All this passed unnoticed by the soon to be superstar who had both of her hands up her skirt and was pressing the secretaries left hand harder and harder into her crotch. When she felt the hand leave her right breast and move to the small of her back she looked forward to the increased pressure that would come with the greater leverage this afforded her lover.