A Deep and Thorough Probe Into Adagio Dazzle
Adagio Dazzle checked her reflection in the mirrored glass front doors of the agency, making sure her hair and makeup were perfect, before swinging open the door and entering. Her high heels clicked on the marble tile as she headed for the directory.
A quick scan told her that the office she wanted was on the third floor. She headed for the elevator, which was already waiting; she entered, pressed the button for her floor, and waited.
It had been five weeks since the humiliating conclusion of the Battle of the Bands. While the Sirens remained at Canterlot High School, the other students wanted nothing to do with them whatsoever. Which was fine by her; as far as she was concerned, the pitiful humans of this world could all suck a tailpipe and die in agony.
The only reason the Sirens even continued attending the ridiculous school was to keep up appearances...that, and the vain hope of some form of revenge against the Rainbooms and that Equestrian princess. Still, even Adagio admitted that this seemed increasingly unlikely, as without their powers, they had no influence whatsoever on anyone...and not only were the Rainbooms well-liked and well-connected, but Sunset Shimmer had not lost her vaunted skills at handling people. The one time Adagio had attempted to undermine Sunset Shimmer, she'd ended up scrubbing toilet water out of her hair for seventeen straight hours.
The worst part? When she'd told the other Rainbooms what Sunset Shimmer had done, they'd taken her side! Apparently, the Rainbooms didn't mind Sunset Shimmer using her powers of manipulation and intimidation for "good"...or maybe they just really hated her personally.
More than once, Aria had suggested simply leaving Canterlot and starting over somewhere else, and Adagio had actually considered it...but there were other issues at play.
The Sirens owned a fairly decent house in Canterlot. They had purchased it two months before discovering Equestrian magic in the area; it had cost a modest chunk of the wealth they had accumulated over centuries of living in the human world, and until recently, disposing of it and buying a new house elsewhere would have been a trivial matter.
Except...
After the Battle of the Bands, they'd been sued to hell and back. By the time they'd finished settling all the lawsuits against them, the Sirens had fifty thousand dollars left in their accounts. Enough to last them a year, maybe eighteen months...
In short, the three of them needed to work, but Adagio refused to wear a hairnet and Aria was likely to get fired on the second day of any job for her attitude. And Sonata, well...
The majority of the burden of keeping them in the black rested squarely on Adagio.
Fortunately, Adagio had a contingency plan, one she'd kept tucked away in the back corner of her mind for decades. However unlikely their present predicament was, Adagio wasn't one to go through life without a fallback plan.
The Sirens may have lost their greatest advantage in the human world, but Adagio still had one significant asset in her favor:
She was, by human standards, absolutely sexy and gorgeous, and she knew it. Many times, over the years, she'd been able to get men to bend to her will without using her magic at all—sometimes all it took was a seductive, smoldering stare, a flash of leg, a suggestive bounce of the chest or wiggle of the hips.
And now, she intended to put her beautiful, sexy body to work. Not in the more vulgar way—she had no intention of becoming a whore—but in a more socially accepted way.
Adagio planned to become a professional bikini model.
She liked to keep well-read on the subject of professional modelling, agencies that were recruiting, and what the casting agents liked in their models. The agency she stood in now was hunting for barely-legal teen models to appear in a variety of publications, with potential contract options lasting until age twenty-one or longer.
Adagio was, of course, significantly more than "barely-legal", being an ancient, immortal magical creature, but appearance-wise, she could pass for an eighteen-year-old human. Or even a sixteen-year-old lying about her age.
Three days ago, she'd put in a call to a man named Chocolate Pretzel, a well-known casting agent that headed up casting for the agency. She'd e-mailed some glamour shots, and he'd agreed to meet with her.
To prepare for her audition, Adagio had first bought the perfect bikini to show off her gloriously sexy body. Then, she'd gotten a full-body wax, removing every last speck of hair from her entire body...especially her bikini area.
And then, she'd gotten her asshole bleached.
Because she knew something about Chocolate Pretzel that many prospective models didn't—something that could make or break an audition with him.
Chocolate Pretzel loved bleached assholes. Candidates who showed up in a string bikini and with a bleached asshole tended to have a much better shot at being hired.
Adagio found the room she was looking for. It was tastefully decorated, and a secretary with short hair and narrow, black-framed glasses sat at a teak desk, rapidly typing away as she took calls on a headset. The secretary looked up as Adagio walked up to the desk. "Can I help you?"
"I have an appointment with Mr. Pretzel," Adagio said. "Adagio Dazzle."
The secretary tapped the screen of her computer for a moment, then nodded. "He'll be with you in a moment, Ms. Dazzle. Did you bring swimwear?"
Adagio held up her handbag. "In here."
It was a rather small handbag.
"Good. Have a seat."
Adagio sat down on the red leather sofa and drummed her fingers on the armrest. A few minutes later, the inner office door opened, and a thin man with golden-brown skin and short, choppy black hair, dressed in a blue suit with a magenta shirt, stepped out. "Adagio Dazzle?" he called.
Adagio stood.
The man stepped aside to allow her to enter. "Good afternoon, Ms. Dazzle," he said. "I'm Chocolate Pretzel." He extended a hand.
Adagio took his hand and shook it. "Please, call me Adagio," she said. She took a seat in front of his large ebony desk, looking around the office. There was a small door in the back, a coatrack in the corner, a large flatscreen television along one wall, a bay window with the vertical blinds closed on the other, two black leather sofas, and a round table that matched the desk. Various plaques, framed photos, and certificates hung on the wall behind the desk. Chocolate Pretzel sat down in the large black leather chair behind the desk and studied her.
"You're eighteen?" he asked.
"Yes," Adagio said. She reached into her purse and pulled out her (fake) driver's license and birth certificate, passing them across the desk.
He took them, studied them, and nodded. "Alright. Did you bring a portfolio with you, or—?"
"I haven't really done any professional work," Adagio said. "Everything I have is on my FaceSpace page."
Chocolate Pretzel frowned. "Hmm." He looked at her. "Well, I did like the photos you sent me, of course, and you are a very attractive young lady...I'm just not sure if you're what we're looking for. This business is about more than just looking good in a bikini..."
Adagio picked up his tablet from the desk. After a minute's work, she'd called up a video of herself and the other Dazzlings performing on stage. She slid it to him. "I do believe I have the poise and moves you're looking for," she said.
Chocolate Pretzel watched the video, blinking. "Yes...yes you do," he said. "You're a singer?"
"I was," Adagio said. She grimaced. "I recently suffered...throat damage. I can speak normally, but I'll never be able to sing again."
"That's terrible," Chocolate Pretzel said sympathetically.
"That's also why I need this job," Adagio said. "I can't sing anymore, so the only thing I've got left to fall back on is my body."
"Well, I'm sure that's not true," Chocolate Pretzel said. "I mean, surely you have other interests and talents..."
"Let me put it another way," Adagio said. "I don't want to work."
Chocolate Pretzel raised an eyebrow. "Now, Adagio...modelling is work, and it's hard work at that..."
"I'm aware of what it entails," Adagio said. "And everything involved is stuff I've been doing since...since I started singing on stage." She leaned forward. "Or, to put it another way...it's less annoying and tedious than, than..." She shrugged. "Than what that mouse sitting outside your office does."
Chocolate Pretzel sat back, eyes wide. He smirked. "You are an arrogant, conceited, self-centered little girl, aren't you?"
Adagio smiled cattily. "Yes," she purred. "I am an absolute bitch, and I always get what I want."
Chocolate Pretzel shook his head, chuckling. "I like you," he said. "You definitely have the attitude to go far in this world." He sighed. "Alright...let's see what you've got." He pointed at the door in the back. "You can change in there."
Adagio stood and walked through the door into Chocolate Pretzel's private bathroom. It was rather spacious, with a toilet (and bidet!), a marble lavatory, a small shower, and ample room for young women such as herself to change clothes.
Setting her handbag on the lavatory, she removed her maroon vest and hung it on a hook on the wall. She stepped out of the dark purple high-heeled sandals she wore, then unzipped and removed her low-cut royal blue dress. Hanging this up next, she unfastened and removed her black push-up bra and high-cut, lacy black panties, laying them on the lavatory next to her bag. She took a moment to admire her own nude body in the mirror, then opened her bag and took out a dark purple bikini with black trim. The bikini was one of the skimpiest she could find that still offered support for her ample breasts; the thin black straps connected to the flimsy purple material cut into her shoulders and back, but she could deal with that. In the front, it offered just enough coverage to hide her labia; this was not a bikini one could wear without a Brazilian wax. In the back, well...
In the back, it was essentially a strap roughly the width of two strands of yarn, wedged between her ass cheeks. She'd deliberately chosen this suit because, if she bent over just the right way, anyone standing behind her would see her asshole.
Once she'd donned the bikini, she slipped her shoes back on, picked up her purse, and walked back out into the office. She swayed her hips alluringly as she walked; she could feel Chocolate Pretzel's eyes on her hips. She walked over to one of the leather couches and sat down, legs spread, leaning forward with her hands on her knees. She gave Chocolate Pretzel a sultry smile. "What do you think?" she asked.
Chocolate Pretzel nodded. "You are incredibly sexy," he said. "You have a perfect bikini body, and I like that you're willing to go with such a daring suit just for an audition."
"I never do anything halfway," Adagio said. "Would you like me to do some poses or struts?"
"Yes, please do," Chocolate Pretzel said.
Adagio reached into her bag and pulled out her phone, turning the volume up enough that the sound would carry through the office. She queued up her personal favorite of her own songs, then walked over to the desk, leaving her bag on the couch. She laid her phone on the desk and pressed 'play'.
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, you didn't know that you fell...
Walking into the middle of the room, she sashayed and swayed her hips to the beat of the song, making sure to let Chocolate Pretzel see her from every angle as she demonstrated how flexible every inch of her was. Her breasts fought to escape her bikini top, the thin thong of her bikini dug firmly into her ass, yet she continued to sway, thrust, strut, and spin around the room. She propped one foot up on the desk, giving Chocolate Pretzel a suggestive view of her barely-concealed crotch. At the strongest, most pulse-pounding part of the song, she turned her back to Chocolate Pretzel and bent low, thrusting her ass into the air and swaying it back and forth. She grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide, held them for several seconds, then let go, swinging around and slowly shimmying into a standing position, hands on her hips, legs apart, leaning forward to promote her breasts.
The song ended.
Chocolate Pretzel stared at her. A faint sheen of sweat stood out on his forehead. "I, ah...couldn't help but notice..." He swallowed. "You bleach your anus."
"That's right," Adagio purred. "I heard all the best bikini models do it."
"And...you're comfortable with showing...?"
"Why shouldn't I be?" Adagio asked. "I'm very proud of my body."
"Alright..." Chocolate Pretzel stood up and pointed a remote at three cameras mounted around the room. They beeped; the active lights lit up on each one. "I'm going to direct you through a series of poses. I want you to follow my directions precisely...don't look at any of the cameras unless I tell you to, and don't look at me unless I tell you to."
Adagio nodded her understanding. Chocolate Pretzel began giving her instructions: bend over facing the camera, bend over facing away from the camera, put one foot up on the table, lay on the couch, lay facing the other way on the couch...for fifteen minutes this went on, Adagio faithfully following each of his directions.
"Alright...now, I need you to lean against the table. Raise that gorgeous butt high in the air and hold it there."
Adagio did as she was instructed; she gripped the edges of the ebony table, turning her head to the side so she could breathe, and thrust her ass into the air. She heard Chocolate Pretzel shuffling around behind the desk, heard a drawer open and close.
"I have to tell you, Adagio...you're better than any candidate we're considering at the moment. But I need to know just how much you're willing to give for your career. I need to know you'll make any sacrifice asked of you."
"I had some very invasive chemical treatments done to very private areas of my body just for this audition," Adagio said. "I think it's safe to say I want this job more than anything."
"Yes, but...sometimes, things happen you might not expect. Sometimes, agents and directors may ask you to do things you're not comfortable with. Do you really think you can handle that?"
"You'd be surprised what I can handle," Adagio said.
"I'm glad to hear that," Chocolate Pretzel said from directly behind her. Adagio felt his hands brush against her ass. He began kneading her perfect, supple glutes; her breath hitched at his touch.
She'd expected something like this, of course. To be a casting agent for this kind of work, and one with a reputation for liking bleached assholes, you either had to be sleazy or gay. Chocolate Pretzel was very obviously not gay...
A fingertip brushed against the exposed edge of her asshole. She tensed up slightly, letting out a soft gasp. His fingertip dug gently into the tender flesh of her anus; she felt a tug as he stretched it just slightly. "You really do have an amazingly beautiful asshole," he said softly. He spent a full minute just rubbing and stretching the rim of her anus; Adagio shuddered at the intimate touch.
"Are...are the cameras...still on?" she asked.
"Don't worry about the cameras," Chocolate Pretzel said quietly. Adagio felt something warm and wet brush against her asshole; a mixture of disgust, outrage, trepidation, and excitement spread outward through her being.
After far too long—or not long enough, she wasn't honestly sure which—Chocolate Pretzel stopped licking her ass. His fingers hooked around the tiny strap of her bikini bottom and brought it down, over her hips, pulling it out from between her ass cheeks. She wriggled a bit to let it slip lower, fully exposing herself to him.
She gasped loudly as something slippery and cold made contact with her asshole, spreading in a circle around the rim. "What—?"
"It's just a little lubricant," Chocolate Pretzel said. She felt his finger rub the cold lubricant all around the pucker of her hole; his finger slipped just inside her, spreading it lightly around the very edge of her insides. Then, he placed his hands on her ass and guided it down a couple of inches. "I want this to feel good for you, Adagio. I want you to enjoy this."
She heard a zipper unzip, then the rustling of cloth. Chocolate Pretzel's hands returned to her ass cheeks, spreading them as far apart as they'd go. Then, she felt something else—something hard and hot—press against the rim of her asshole.
Despite her centuries of existence in this world, Adagio had never actually had sex with a human. She was, however, familiar with every lewd, lurid, obscene thing humans enjoyed doing to one another.
She berated herself for not realizing, when he first started touching her, what Chocolate Pretzel's intentions were.
"Just relax," Chocolate Pretzel said.
Part of her wanted to kill him where he stood, leaving his body bleeding and battered on the floor of the office with his dick exposed for the world to see. Part of her wanted to push him away, grab her clothes, and leave, never to return. After all, no job was worth this, right? There were other agencies with less perverted casting agents, right?
And yet...
What is life without a little excitement? Adagio couldn't deny that what was happening was...thrilling, in a way.
"Here I go," Chocolate Pretzel said.
Slowly, the very tip of his dick forced its way inside her, stretching her ass. She stifled a cry, digging her fingernails into her palms. Then, Chocolate Pretzel gave a sharp, needy thrust, filling her with as much of his cock as would fit, and Adagio let out a ragged, startled scream, arching her back even as she thrust her ass against him, driving that hot, hard intruder farther inside her.
Chocolate Pretzel squeezed her ass cheeks together with his hands as he drew out, then pounded into her; she felt his balls bounce against her pussy. She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut; her entire body was trembling.
Out again...then in again, a little faster, a little harder. Adagio drew in a sharp hiss of breath. How was something like that even fitting inside her?
Out again...then in again, over and over, in a steady rhythm. Adagio grunted and hissed with each thrust, slamming her ass up against Chocolate Pretzel's body, grabbing the edges of the table so hard her knuckles were white. Her breasts swung with the rhythm as Chocolate Pretzel shoved as many inches of dick into her ass as he could before pulling out, then driving into her again.
"Good..." Chocolate Pretzel grunted, breathing sharply as he fucked her. "Your ass is so tight...it feels so good. Pussy isn't tight enough...it doesn't squeeze me as hard as this..."
The coolness of the lube was completely gone now, and all that remained was the throbbing heat of his cock inside her. Adagio cried out as he pounded her harder, faster, more urgently; she let out a strangled scream as he lifted a hand and smacked her ass hard enough to sting. She bucked against him, pulling his dick farther in, filling her ass...it hurt so much, but she wanted it to hurt, she wanted to be full...
"No...slapping," she ground out. "Don't want...red marks..."
He laid his hand back on her ass; instead of squeezing her, he spread her cheeks wide, thrusting into her as hard as he could, as fast as he could. He grunted and gasped and hissed as he stuffed her; Adagio cried out raggedly, tears streaming from her eyes. With her head bowed, all she could see was curtains of her own hair and the tops of her breasts as they swung forward, over and over again...
"Ngh...! I'm...coming...!"
The pounding and thrusting became more urgent, more frantic, more desperate, and Adagio threw back her head and let out a primal scream. She felt a hot, sticky explosion inside her ass...
Then that painful, wonderful cock retreated from inside her, leaving behind the phantom feeling of fullness and the steady trickle of cum being forced out of her ass as she sagged against the table. She felt it dribble over her sex, on her thighs...
She stood up, grimacing; walking would hurt for a while. She turned to face Chocolate Pretzel. "You're a pervert," she said.
"And you're hired," he replied with a grin, pulling a wet wipe out of a box on his desk and cleaning his dick with it. "Don't pretend you didn't love that."
Adagio frowned. "How many girls do you do this to?"
Chocolate Pretzel shrugged. "Only the ones I think have potential." He smirked. "And the ones who bleach their assholes. I just can't resist a bleached asshole."
Adagio shook her head. "I'm using your shower," she said.
"By all means."
As she walked past him, Chocolate Pretzel asked, "Was that your first time?"
"Yes," Adagio said. She paused, tilting her head curiously. "So...you only have anal sex with girls? You don't ever..."
"I just like assholes more than pussies," Chocolate Pretzel said with a shrug. "To each their own..."
"I guess," Adagio said. She shook her head. "So...you've got my number...get back to me about the contract."
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Adagio."
* * * * *
Aria stared at the cover of the ridiculous muscle car magazine Adagio had received in the mail. Adagio was on her hands and knees on the hood of a car, wearing a skimpy black bikini and making a face like the car was giving her an orgasm. "You're joking," she said.
"We've gotta pay the bills somehow," Adagio replied, shrugging. "I'll be in my room."
Adagio headed for her bedroom, locking the door and shedding her clothes. Reaching into her dresser drawer, she pulled out a string of large, knobbly purple beads with a pull ring at one end. Dipping them into a bottle of strawberry-scented lubricant, she lifted her ass into the air and slowly slid them into her asshole...
Behind her, the 'recording' light blinked on her webcam.