An hour later, Zhao An turned Gwyneth around, lifted her up, and pressed her against the wall. With a few quick thrusts, he plunged his swollen cock deep into the woman's incredibly hot and wet vagina. His cock pulsed, spurting out streams of sexual fluids, all of which he shot into her body. He didn't even bother with contraception; he ejaculated without a condom.
Gwyneth's body convulsed, her pretty face flushed red as she twitched in a daze. She was raped to the point of stumbling on her feet. Her fluids flowed down her thighs into her high heels, causing her to slip on the sticky fluid. Even her stockings were soaked, a look of sheer lewdness.
Zhao An groaned, pulled out his cock, and placed Gwyneth on the bed. The Oscar-winning actress immediately took his cock in her mouth and sucked it, cleaning up all traces of their intercourse without the slightest hesitation or dissatisfaction, as docile as a bitch.
Downstairs, Kevin had been waiting for a long time, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when Zhao An arrived.
"Boss, here's my completed plan for Phase One. Please review it." Kevin respectfully handed the folder over, without a trace of dissatisfaction. This is capitalism. The rich have their own time, while the poor can only wait for the capitalists to find time to talk to them. No time? Then just keep waiting!
"Alright, you handle the casting. You know how to handle the leading female roles. My secretary will give you a contract and tell you what to do. We'll use a double for the intimate scenes. Do well, and I'll guarantee you prosperity." Zhao An smiled and lit a cigarette. One cigarette afterward, he felt happier than ever!
"No problem, I understand. I know what to do. Don't worry, boss," Kevin nodded. Isn't it just pimping? Who wouldn't? Pimping is undignified, but under the pressure of money and power, dignity becomes worthless.
"Very good, you're a smart person. Take care of my business, and I'll turn a blind eye to everything, including your homosexuality. As long as I trust you, everything is negotiable. Don't be afraid, just go for it. I believe in you." Zhao An exhaled smoke. With this trump card of peeking into people's hearts, he would always be invincible.
"I understand, boss," Kevin nodded. Seeing that this time's leading lady, Gwyneth, had also come down, he added, "Boss, I'm leaving for a moment."
Zhao An tossed the folder over. "Well, your proposal is great. Let's do it as you say. Let me know if you need any support. You'll handle the film release date here. That's it for now. I'll leave the Captain America production to you. I'll discuss the Hulk's copyright with Universal Pictures."
"Okay, boss," Kevin picked up the folder and left. Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. Don't be a light bulb here.
Back at the hotel, Zhao An ran into Rebecca and Emma, the sisters who had come with him.
"Honey, I'm here. I missed you." Rebecca leaned over. Seeing Gwyneth holding her arm around a man, her eyes held a hint of hostility.
Gwyneth simply smiled and said nothing. She was Zhao An's sex slave, yes, but that didn't mean her intelligence was any lower. She was clearly aware of Rebecca's hostility. However, she simply disdained such trivial matters, preferring to focus on serving her master well.
"This is Gwyneth, the Oscar-winning actress. You two can get to know each other. Come on, let's go to the hotel and get some rest. We'll be leaving in two days. In the meantime, finish filming the scenes we need to film here, and don't worry about anything else." Zhao An said, hugging Emma left and right. He walked over to Emma and kissed the young and beautiful woman.
The hotel staff were stunned by what they saw. This was a bit too much. Hugging left and right was enough, but now he was kissing another woman. How could single people live like this?
Zhao An remained unmoved, even a little smug. Why wouldn't he be smug? Having made a Hollywood Oscar-winning actress into a bitch and snagged a future star, this trip to America was already quite rewarding.
The hotel was still brightly lit that night. Gwyneth, her daughter, and Rebecca were all in their rooms, resting. Their visas had been processed. In two days, they would fly back to the mainland with Zhao An and become their foreign bitches! Leaving their hometown behind, to serve as sex slaves to a man in a foreign land!
After Gwyneth and her mother, Blythe, gathered their documents, they sat on the bed, smoking and chatting. The transfer of ten million yuan into her account gave her a sense of security. She recalled how she had to search for productions before. In her previous life, if she hadn't starred in Iron Man, she would still be an unappreciated Oscar-winning actress.
In Hollywood, not winning Best Actor or Best Actress doesn't mean you can't make money. On the contrary, without Best Actress, you can make money, and it's very lucrative. Winning the Best Actress award always comes with a sense of pain and discomfort. Fame or livelihood? It's your choice.
Most people only pursue fame after they've earned enough money. Pursuing fame when you can't even fill your stomach is a joke!
"Don't worry, my master has paid me. We'll have a good life in the future, even in a foreign country." Gwyneth puffed out smoke while trimming her toenails. Dressing beautifully is the key to attracting men's attention.
Blythe, watching fitness videos, did yoga rhythmic exercises, maintaining her figure. She was voluptuous and voluptuous. Pressing on her felt like pressing on a mattress, soft and comfortable.
"It's your decision."
In another room, Emma began reading a Chinese book. It was a textbook on Chinese language instruction. To survive in a new environment, learning Chinese was essential.
Rebecca stared at her body in the mirror, dressed in sexy lingerie and striking a coquettish pose, clearly practicing how to seduce a man. "What are you reading?"
"Chinese," Emma replied calmly.
"You're incredibly calm. How much did Zhao An give you?" Rebecca asked, caressing her breasts.
"Ten million," Emma smiled. That sum of money could truly impress any woman. She could have sex with anyone. Even the most iconic actress would open her legs for ten million!