Show of Power Part 1 

Outside, Lia could hear the cries and cheers of her adoring fans, each eager to finally see the performance that she and the rest of Itzy were about to put on. However, Lia pushed aside their adoration for something more perverse, her hopeless addiction had reared its ugly head once again, and her pussy throbbed for attention.

It happened almost every performance, the craving to sate her lust while her fans cheered, and Lia’s dressing room was the perfect place of privacy.

She had hidden this away for so long, and moments like these made it worth it. Lia tossed aside her panties, sliding them down her legs before kicking them off to a corner of the room. Letting out a stifled moan, she desperately slid one of her fingers inside of her pussy, teasing her clit gently as she pleasured herself. The feeling never became any less intense over the many performances, Lia’s pussy screaming for more as she increased her pace, struggling to keep her moans hidden.

While she dove into her desperate desires, hidden away from her half-open eyes, the man who often watched over and took care of her professional affairs was lecherously admiring the sights. He could hardly control his heavy breathing at the amazing spectacle playing out in front of him. There hadn’t been a single day gone by that he hadn’t fantasised about Lia in one perverted way or another, whether it be training her as a willing cocksucker, or stealing a pair of her underwear to sate his desires.

This had been a long time coming, each and every day that he had to spend as her manager was fuel for the fire of his burning lust. As Lia continued to slide her delicate fingers between her legs, he tightly held his phone, capturing what was playing out before him. Each movement was something he’d burn into his brain for the rest of his life, something that had long been his desperate fantasy, but it was finally in front of him.

His cock was pulsing in his pants, and for a few moments, he weighed with the option of simply lunging out from his hiding place and claiming her body for himself. It’d be so easy to make Lia his… but other plans swam around in his mind. A brief moment of clarity in his perverted mind allowed him to concoct a vile plan to capture his Princess…

Biding his time, the manager simply waited in his hiding spot, watching and recording Lia increase her pace desperately. All of the times that he had perved on her during photoshoots didn’t compare to this, not even the times that he had paid the photographer to snap a few risque ones when possible and send them to him. He had taken every chance he could to come closer to what he truly wanted, but now that he finally had Lia in front of him like this, he couldn’t make a mistake and lose the object of his lust.

He transfixed his eyes on the record, being sure to keep her in frame as she grew closer to orgasm, stroking his dick through his pants as Lia began tensing up, throwing her head back in bliss as a faint squeal broke past her soft lips. The manager felt as if he could have cum in that singular moment, his balls aching and his cock throbbing in his pants, but he held back. There was still more to be done to ensure that Lia became his little toy.

Still, knowing that he would have to wait a few moments longer was agony, and watching Lia slowly recover, making sure that her clothes were straightened out before she stood to leave, he found it hard to resist the urge to pounce on her.

Finally, Lia left the room, leaving him alone to recover his thoughts. The manager fell backwards, his cock painfully hard as his staggered breathing filled the room. After a few moments spent steadying his breathing, he wiped his brow and stood from the floor, pacing around the room. He knew what he had to do, but he was making sure to iron out every detail in his head to avoid a mistake that would let her run away from this opportunity.

Lost in his thoughts, the manager almost didn’t see an offending article of clothing that would help solidify his plans even further. Kneeling down, he took in the sight of Lia’s discarded panties, a damp spot still on the crotch from where her pussy ached with arousal. He couldn’t resist, not when he’s finally in private after seeing her debase herself. Exhaling beforehand, the manager brought her panties to his face, breathing deeply, feeling his mind fill with the perverted thoughts of what was to come, precum leaking from his tip.

“This little bitch is going to get what’s coming to her…”

The thought escaped his lips, but it didn’t matter, he was ready.

He wasn’t just a pervert, he was also a damned good manager, and he knew Lia’s schedule well enough to know that she’s due to meet with him in a few minutes. Taking out his phone again, he pulled up his texts with Lia, sending her a message to lure her into his trap.

I’m waiting in the dressing room for you, don’t be long.

Hitting send, he felt his heart race with excitement. In a few moments, Lia would walk through that door once again, and this time, she’ll walk out a woman broken to his will.

It didn’t take long for Lia to step into the room, looking around hesitantly, likely feeling awkward after having made herself cum in this room only minutes ago. The manager invited her to sit opposite him on a cushioned chair, the sofa she had fingered herself on only a few inches away from them both.

“So we’ve got a few things to cover quickly before your show…”

Lia perks up, ready to put on her best business face and get this meeting out of the way as quickly as possible. Things are quite mundane at first, the usual business taking place, but then Lia shifted uncomfortably in her chair, feeling her naked ass pressed against the cushion. It was then that she realised that she had discarded her panties in her throes of passion. Trying to hide her panic, she scanned the floor of the room, looking over towards where she saw them fall, but her eyes widened after seeing nothing but an empty floor.

The manager joined her in craning his head over his shoulder, playing along with the facade he had built, knowing her panties were safely balled up in his pocket.

“Did you lose something?”

His playful tone gave hints to what he knew, and Lia tensed up somewhat, hesitant to respond to the probing. The manager didn’t wait to reveal the first part of his plan, pulling her panties out from his pocket, spreading them out with both of his hands in front of her face.

“Are these what you’re looking for?”

Her mouth opened in shock, but Lia’s voice was caught in her throat, unable to respond. With an evil smirk on his face, the manager continued with his plan.

“I found them over in the corner, but they couldn’t be yours… there was this damp spot on the crotch.”

Lia’s face went white, not able to tell whether her manager is onto what has been going on, or if he really was just a clueless pervert. Her heart was racing, and it didn’t seem like he had even come close to finishing.

“I didn’t think they could be yours at first… but then I sniffed them.”

To emphasise his point, the manager bundles them up again, pressing the panties to his nose and taking a loud breath. Lia shivered in disgust in her chair, watching a disgusting man eagerly take a whiff of her panties as though she wasn’t even in the room.

“And they smell exactly like you do.”

Lost in her panicked thoughts, Lia almost didn’t catch what he had said, and locked eyes with her manager, processing everything. Sweat beaded down her forehead, and her usual demeanour of a perfect and pristine woman was failing her.

“Oh, you hadn’t noticed?”

His smirk grew wider, and he continued to hold her panties in his hand while he spoke to her.

“I’ve been desperately lusting after you for years now…”

Leaning back in his chair, Lia glanced down to her panties in his hand, catching a sight of something more dreadful. Taking no effort in hiding his lust, her manager’s cock throbbed obviously beneath his pants, a large bulge pulsing under the fabric, threatening to burst free.

“I’ve collected your underwear, jerked off into your water bottles, and held you just long enough to take in your scent, to remember it, even after I finally got home so that I could jerk off onto a picture of you…”

Lia was a mess, her lip quivered with the fear of what was happening, but she resolved herself, taking a deep breath before steadying her nerves. He didn’t have anything besides a pair of soiled panties, he was still just a fucking creep that she could report and escape from.

“I’m not going t-!!”

Her words were cut short by her manager’s hand smacking across her face, silencing her.

“You don’t speak to me like that any more. Do you understand?”