Celebrities are all bitches (Sonia Sui)

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Sui Tang—One Step Towards Becoming a Supermodel.

"This time, the customers wanted to try a remote concept first. This group of customers couldn't come back because of other commitments." "A remote concept? A live stream?" The butler had already returned from the US, and the two men were back in the luxurious study. "That's right. According to them, it's indeed a live stream. This is their concept. The idea isn't particularly novel, but it seems to be quite popular in their circle." The butler took their request and looked at it. "That's exactly what they wanted." "This time, the butler will do the live stream. Let Kevin rest." The butler didn't complain much. Although he was a little uncomfortable about becoming a host, something he'd always done behind the scenes, it was a minor matter, and almost all the guests knew him.

The boss gave the butler some instructions and handed him some tech gadgets. "Is this the latest product?" "Yes, faster and more direct, no side effects, just requires contact." "Boss, aren't you afraid of being affected by these things..." "Don't worry, do you think I'm an ordinary human being?" Indeed, the boss, who can create a bunch of things that are decades ahead of humans, can also prevent himself from being affected by these things. The butler just smiled, very confident in his boss. At this moment, the boss pointed to the other end of the study. The butler walked over and waved to his wife, who was about to receive electrotherapy on the other side of the glass. The butler's wife had reached the point where she could control her facial expressions. She managed to give the butler a smile. The butler also cheered his wife on, then said goodbye to the boss and left the mansion.

A beautiful woman sat in the company's private lounge, her long legs displaying curves that every woman envies. Her slender waist and bust were encased in a designer short dress, revealing her fair legs and jade-like feet in high heels. Everyone could feel her beauty and elegance. Supermodels are always fashionable on the runway, and they are also very good at dressing in private. Her mature face was full of femininity, and the way she was reading the script showed her maturity and seriousness.

"Sui Tang, do you remember you said you wanted to hire a supermodel instructor to train your runway walk? I've found one for you!" Sui Tang has many agents, and this time the one knocking on the door was a petite woman. "Haha, thank you for your help, but I'm not in the supermodel category. Although I did say that before, I don't have that kind of intention now." Sui Tang said gently to her agent, praising her efforts. At this moment, a tall gentleman suddenly walked in, his expression serious, with the authority of an instructor. "While body shape is an important factor, you're only one centimeter shorter. With your superb catwalk skills and graceful figure, the world will recognize your looks, and you might even become the next Asian supermodel!" "Sui Tang, this is the instructor I was talking about. Maybe you really can make it international. I'll be going now." With that, he closed the door, leaving Sui Tang and the butler alone. "

Although I'm Chinese, and a man, I have in-depth knowledge of model catwalks and poise. I'm a lecturer from Milan; you can call me Mr. Guan." At this moment, the butler handed Sui Tang a business card. It stated that he was an instructor at a world-renowned modeling agency, and the watermark of the company logo already revealed the professionalism of the gentleman opposite him. "Oh my god! How could we have invited you here!" Looking at the title, Sui Tang covered her mouth, surprised that her agent had actually brought such a high-ranking group of instructors. If such a high-ranking group of instructors came to teach her and valued her, her chances of becoming a supermodel would greatly increase! "I owe that little girl a favor, but you don't need to know about it." Of course, there was no favor involved. He just used that new technological gadget to ask the female agent a question and used that as an excuse to come in and "communicate" with Sui Tang. However, this latest technology was quite an eye-opener for the butler. Compared to before, when he had to contact a person's central nervous system, this time he only needed to touch the nervous system to transmit information and influence it.

"Mr. Guan, are you really here to teach me this time?" Even though the master was already sitting opposite her, Sui Tang still couldn't believe that she could be so close to the level of a supermodel. She had to thank her agent later. If she really had the chance to become a supermodel, she would definitely make her follow her around and earn a lot of money. The butler then spoke a few words in Italian, meaning "Of course." Since Sui Tang had lived in Poland for a period and many people there speak Italian, she understood most of what the butler was saying. Sui Tang became even more excited; speaking Italian would further demonstrate her Italian heritage. Although she hadn't doubted it before, she was now even more certain that the butler was the one who would save her from the bottleneck to becoming a supermodel.

"Excuse me, is there a dance studio here? I'd like to see your catwalk." "Yes, please follow me." Hearing that the master would help her check her catwalk, Sui Tang, ignoring that she was still memorizing her script, excitedly led the butler to a room. This room was a typical dance studio. Since few people in her agency could dance and sing, it mostly served as a yoga space for female stars to maintain their figures. It had large, three-sided floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and the slightly high ceiling made the reflections even larger, almost doubling the sense of space.

At this moment, the butler took out a tripod and camera from his briefcase. "I need to film you walking the runway. Given that you're currently focusing on the entertainment industry and rarely appear on fashion stages, I need your latest look and to send it to the company. Of course, I'll make some minor adjustments for you today." This camera wasn't some respectable instructional recording; it was connected to multiple guests' computers, transmitting a live stream. "Thank you, Mr. Guan." "Don't mention it. Today, you're wearing high heels and a dress, which suits most stage outfits. Just walk to the camera about two meters away from the farthest point. I'll start recording when I say 'start,' and I'll make minor adjustments later." Sui Tang suddenly felt nervous. Although she had walked the runway so many times, walking in front of this master this time filled her with both nervousness and excitement. She was nervous because she was afraid of performing poorly, and excited because she was getting closer to her dream!

Sui Tang walked to the farthest point against the wall, standing with her body in a standard model's pose, one hand on her hip, waiting for the butler's instructions. "Please walk the runway as usual, don't be too nervous. Okay, begin!" Sonia Sui began to walk gracefully on the runway. The butler had even prepared a professional stepping and swaying motion to match Sonia Sui's walk. Every step landed on the spot where the previous step had been, a perfect straight line. Even the butler, who didn't actually have any professional knowledge, could see the elegance of Sonia Sui's runway walk. The butler also knew that a model's runway walk wasn't easy to walk. Just like a soldier's stepping, a single step could precisely drive the curves of the hips and upper body. The nobles who invented this movement used this principle to create the runway walk.

However, to the guests watching the live broadcast from afar, these movements were just a series of slutty actions showing off a slutty figure. As long as the butler could touch Sonia Sui, he could then carry out all sorts of lewd and evil thoughts according to the guests' wishes. The crisp sound of high heels echoed throughout the room. Sonia Sui's superstar style was displayed with every step. Finally, Sonia Sui walked in front of the camera and immediately switched to a three-seven step runway look. "Stop for a moment. I think this position, though brief, needs adjustment." Sui Tang obediently remained still. The butler approached and adjusted the position of Sui Tang's hands and feet, without any ulterior motive, simply wanting to touch her and trigger the boss's technological product.
Sui Tang felt nothing, but rather excitement. Over the years, the positions she had learned might have been wrong. Now, with a master's guidance, she felt incredibly honored. Sui Tang was so excited that she barely noticed a tiny electric current rushing through her nerves, replacing the information in her brain with a large and intricate string of messages.

"This is really useful. I wonder if, besides creating bitches, it can also make those disobedient directors behave a bit." A guest noticed the connection light flashing on his computer, indicating that the butler had connected to Sui Tang's brain. The message string had been input, and the seamless, rapid transmission of information only caused Sui Tang to momentarily lose focus before the connection was established. This guest seemed more results-oriented, less interested in manipulating actresses who were gradually becoming bitches, and more interested in manipulating actresses who had already become bitches. Sui Tang's brain, a product of human technology, had deeply imprinted her position in society.

The butler removed his hand from Sui Tang. He didn't offer her a seat, as he wasn't an expert in this area. At that moment, the butler's phone rang. He answered the phone, took out a laptop, and turned on the video call. On the screen was a distinguished-looking man in a suit with a straight nose. "This is also one of our company's instructors. You can call him Mr. Lai," Sui Tang greeted him respectfully. "Mr. Lai also wants to see your runway walk. He's very excited to hear that a Chinese actress can become a supermodel," the butler said amiably.

This other instructor was actually a guest, chosen by everyone to gather opinions and relay them to the butler. Here, he could enjoy the front line of Sui Tang's already distorted thinking. "I just watched your runway walk. It was very professional and fluid, but not quite shocking. So-called stunning and elegant walks aren't about ordinary steps, but about an attitude, a curve, a swaying, dynamic beauty." "How can one achieve a supermodel's runway walk?" Thinking of supermodels' tall, elegant figures, their feminine softness combined with a powerful aura, creating a stunning effect on the runway, Sui Tang was eager to know. The other instructor began praising her again. If she could achieve the attitude he wanted, she wouldn't be far from her dream of becoming an international supermodel.

"A supermodel needs to express her attitude, so she should cultivate the attitude she already possesses." "What kind of aura should I exude?" Sui Tang asked. At this moment, the butler and the guest's computers showed a connection signal, and the message transmission was activated. This was activated by the butler, and at this moment, the guest's words were in control. "Just like the supermodel Roberta Mancino next to me." At this moment, the video camera focused on a tall and voluptuous supermodel. Compared to Sui Tang's slender and reserved figure, European supermodels have more explosive figures, possessing not only healthy bronze skin but also large, round breasts. However, Eastern supermodels also have their own unique charm that Western models cannot match. This supermodel, worth millions of dollars, now spread her legs, her hands holding her thighs to further expose her hairless vulva. She wore a specially designed Burberry vest, with beautiful square patterns, made into an expensive vest. The underwire made her large breasts even more alluring, and she wore Miu Miu on her lower body. Miu's ultra-high-end high heels, adorned with simple yet sophisticated accessories, were most striking by the bizarre shelf used to plug her vagina and anus. A large dildo was inserted into both the vagina and anus, with a platform on top and an electrical outlet connecting to a socket. One side vibrated the two holes, while the other side charged the device with a stand-up charger. The guest's phone was currently on that platform, and the supermodel was lost in ecstasy, enjoying the dignity of being a "supermodel."

Sui Tang was initially astonished by this scene, almost shouting out in surprise. This supermodel was world-famous and Sui Tang's idol; his approachable and uninhibited style had won him a large following. Just as Sui Tang was about to ask a question, she felt her mind suddenly go blank, as if she had forgotten what she was going to say, a blockage in one line of thought, which was then reconnected by human technology. After the blankness subsided, Sui Tang didn't care anymore; she continued pursuing her dream of becoming a supermodel, excitedly awaiting instruction. "Supermodels represent the pinnacle of female beauty, with tall figures, slender and healthy curves, and attractive faces. If we were to categorize women into racial classes, supermodels would undoubtedly be at the very top. Supermodels possess enviable figures and perfect attributes. But we all know that ordinary women are sluts. Since women have naturally provocative cunts, they should be shown off to men and allowed to be fucked. As the pinnacle of women, why shouldn't they be slutty and provocative? Showcasing the glory of their supreme race?"

Sui Tang finally understood. "So all women are prostitutes, and we are the prostitutes among prostitutes?" Sui Tang then confirmed, without any hesitation or doubt. "That's right, you are the prostitutes among prostitutes. Now that you understand the attitude you should have, let's walk the runway again. I'll teach you how to be a slut." Sui Tang immediately stood in her original starting position, ready to be instructed. "Recently, there have been numerous incidents of celebrities leaking private photos, with female celebrities making up almost the entire list. Every single one of them is showing off their breasts and genitals, and some even spread their legs wide, proving that deep down, women are just lowly sluts. The brave heroines or strong women in dramas are actually just whores who enjoy exposing their breasts and genitals. The more beautiful and capable a woman is, the more her lust will be aroused. As the pinnacle of women, you should especially possess this characteristic." Sui Tang listened quietly, nodding gracefully, taking the guest's advice to heart.

"So, do you know what you are? What are you going to do now? What are you going to wear? How are you going to walk the runway? Tell me, and then we'll actually do it once." Sui Tang nodded. This advice was too important to her. It turned out that she had always had the wrong idea; the idea of a supermodel was to expose herself. "Okay." Sui Tang's voice was sweet yet steady. "Since I've become a supermodel, I'm at the pinnacle of female beauty. As women, we inherently have genitals that are meant to be shown to men and fucked by them. Because we're so beautiful, we're born sluts, enjoying exposing our genitals and showing off our breasts to the audience. So we wear a few fashionable embellishments to make our base appearance even more lewd and depraved, showcasing our most lewd selves on stage to seduce men into fucking us. That's the dignity, duty, and meaning of us supermodels."

"That's right! That's it! Few people can understand this attitude, and that's why so few become supermodels! Come on! Give us a supermodel catwalk!" The guests said excitedly. Sui Tang nodded, lifting her ridiculously revealing dress to expose her small, white breasts. Though small, they were exquisite, with erect nipples that spoke of her vulgarity and wantonness. The pleasure of exposure excited Sui Tang even more, because exposure was what a supermodel should do. Otherwise, what use was such a beautiful body? Of course, it was for men to play with. Sui Tang tied the excess clothing together, like an exquisite vest. Her vulva was surrounded by a few pubic hairs, not particularly beautiful, but full of wantonness.

As the butler's music started playing, Sui Tang first spread her beautiful legs, squatted down, and finished with a wave as her buttocks returned to their original position. The initial movement revealed Sui Tang's wanton vulva and displayed her graceful curves to the others. "That starting move was good! Many lowly supermodels just spread their legs and show their cunts, but you present a lewd and vulgar curve." Hearing the guests' praise, Sui Tang felt a sense of honor and excitement. Sui Tang decided to make herself even more lewd. She turned around, bent over, and spread her buttocks with her hands, letting her cunt show. Sui Tang revealed a lewd expression between her legs, licking her lips like a slut, her cunt dripping with excited lustful fluid.

"You slut, alright, alright, don't forget to walk the runway! You're a supermodel!" As soon as Sui Tang heard the guests' voices, she immediately straightened her body and began to walk the runway gracefully. "Don't just walk the runway, you're a slut! We're not here to watch you walk!" These words struck a nerve with Sonia Sui. She realized she wasn't just a model showing off her clothes and designs, but her own wanton body, especially her cunt and breasts! Sonia Sui immediately placed one hand on her breasts, kneading her small breasts. Exposing herself to the crowd and fondling her breasts excited her greatly. It turned out that being a woman meant letting men see her breasts and cunt. It was not only her duty, but also an extraordinary source of excitement and happiness! Then Sonia Sui began to walk, in the same graceful posture, stepping on the footprints of the person behind her, but stopping from time to time, spreading her legs and exposing her vulva, displaying her wantonness.

"Very good! Very good!" The guests praised Sui Tang's performance, and Sui Tang immediately smiled in response to the compliments. "I said you have to keep that slutty look!" Sui Tang realized she couldn't smile, because she had to act like a cheap prostitute with a wanton expression. Sui Tang immediately started staring at the camera with sharp eyes, licking her lips from time to time, looking undeniably thirsty. "Yes! That's the expression I want! But I want more! I want you to have this attitude in your mind too!" Sui Tang tried to adjust her mindset, transforming from a normal woman into a slut who couldn't take a second of being fucked. She thought about her first time having sex in high school and seeing a boy's big dick, thinking how sacred it was. Being fucked wasn't painful or shameful, but a duty, a gift from heaven. That shape was a symbol of female worship, and the veins on it should make women pulsate with her. The more Sui Tang thought about it, the hotter her body became, and she started panting excitedly. The slight blush on her face made Sui Tang look like a slut who had taken an aphrodisiac.

After countless hardships, the lewd catwalk finally came to an end, requiring a professional finishing move. Sui Tang's mind was occupied by her blind worship of penises and her sense of duty, and her sense of shame had no limits. Sui Tang had already thought of the finishing move in her mind. Sui Tang used her lofty beliefs to perform the action. Sui Tang spread her thighs, forming a "U" shape, inserted her fingers into her vagina, grasped her breasts with her other hand, and excitedly swayed her buttocks back and forth. The rhythmic and lewd masturbation show became the so-called finishing move, perfectly demonstrating the duty of a supermodel and the actions that should be performed.

"I didn't expect you to know so many slutty positions, how did you learn them?" "Well... I'm not... any kind of... good girl star... I've watched a lot of movies... even some unknown ones... exchanging their bodies for modeling opportunities... um... lewd positions... I know a lot..." "That's the best, only lewd positions and attitudes can make you a top supermodel." "Thank you for your teaching... Ah... I haven't masturbated in a long time... Why did I used to think... um... sex was a very shameful thing... when it's clearly our duty... something we do all the time... what was I thinking... why did I have to maintain an image... I should have known sooner... models like... to be exposed... um..." As she spoke, Sui Tang's buttocks swayed more and more violently, and her hands stimulated her breasts and vulva more and more eagerly. By the time she finished speaking, she was trembling with excitement at the orgasm, experiencing her first blissful pleasure in her life.

"Excellent! Masturbating to orgasm on the runway is the best attitude! You deserve to be promoted to supermodel!" Sonia Sui, who had been somewhat dazed, immediately perked up upon hearing this, ignoring the warm, pleasurable sensation in her lower body. This was the best gift she could receive; an Italian modeling instructor and manager had agreed to let her join the ranks of supermodels. She immediately abandoned her lewd pose and gave the guests and butler a respectful salute. "Hahaha! Don't be so polite! You deserve it! However, a supermodel's bow isn't about such a salute or a standard model's stance. Don't forget, as a supermodel now, you have to bring out your most seductive side." "Sorry! I know I was wrong!" Sonia Sui immediately resumed her previous V-shaped leg position, spreading her labia and attempting to open her anus. "Thank you for your guidance, and thank you for letting me join the ranks of supermodels!" The guests' laughter then erupted.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the plane, guests connected remotely watched on their computer screens as Sonia Sui's twisted and lewd mind became increasingly apparent. The wealthy patrons on the plane had already begun raping the flight attendants beside them, but these flight attendants, of course, wouldn't satisfy them. Instead, they were eager to take advantage of Sonia Sui after she disembarked, ready to play with this cheap, quick-made prostitute—a "supermodel" who would willingly lick their penises without even being asked.

Sonia Sui only remembered that on stage she was a lowly, promiscuous supermodel, so she maintained her "U"-shaped pose, which earned her high praise from the guests. "Very good! But you still need to undergo some training!" "What is it?" "Right now you're just practicing your runway walk in a dance studio, but of course you need real experience. Now put on your clothes. Normally you're not a supermodel. Come with us to a place. I've already told your agent." "Okay." Sui Tang began to dry the semen from her body, tidied her messy hair, and put on her clothes. She was back to being a stylish and beautiful, sharp supermodel. The butler turned off the video and led Sui Tang to the club located at the bottom of the office building. The guests had already arrived after disembarking. This group of guests was a level above, so the scene was inevitably spectacular.

This time, the stage wasn't just a stage, but a real runway, with people sitting on the side to watch. When Sui Tang glanced at the front from backstage, she found it glamorous and dazzling. "Is this a stage?" "This is the stage you'll be operating. Just treat it as a formal performance!" "I never knew there was such a stage here, but I'll do my best." Sui Tang didn't have any doubts and walked into the dressing room the butler indicated. This kind of dressing room was very important; models needed to change clothes quickly, and it was all done here. However, since the show hadn't started yet, it was crowded with women.

"Sui Tang is here!" a woman exclaimed. She had a beautiful figure but a plain face. All the women here were models that Sui Tang had seen in the company or other companies. Generally speaking, they weren't very well-known on stage, but they were considered well-known models in the company. However, these models were all wearing extremely erotic clothing. The common feature of these clothes was that they always exposed their genitals and breasts, displaying their lewd bodies to the fullest extent. There were almost 20 models crammed into the dressing room. When Sui Tang saw these models wearing erotic clothes, even more erotic than the girls in uniform shops, she immediately realized how could she be wearing such shameful clothes. "Ah! Sorry! I forgot I shouldn't be wearing this kind of outfit. Where is my clothes?" The models were only wearing one piece of clothing: a framed bra, stockings, and super high heels. Sui Tang deftly took off her clothes.

"I didn't expect to see Sister Sui Tang!" "Hahaha! Yes! I'm here today for the actual runway show for supermodels." "We're here for the actual runway show too! But we want to become famous models, not supermodels. We don't have your level of skill yet!" "Sister, your figure is amazing, and your face is beautiful too. Unlike us, although we can sculpt our bodies, our faces aren't pretty." One of the models said in a low voice. "You can't say that. To be a good model, you have to show off your proud appearance as a woman. Of course, you have to expose your private parts and breasts, and do lewd things, even more lewd than a prostitute. It was because I understood this that I had the opportunity to become a supermodel!" "Really! Wow! Sister Sui Tang looks so good in this outfit!" Sui Tang smiled happily. "Does this look cheap enough?!" Sonia Sui spread her legs, leaned against the wardrobe, and exposed her lewd vulva to the front desk. "So cheap! This is the true essence of being a model!" The other models began to imitate Sonia Sui's lewd pose, comparing and discussing how to be even more cheap as a model.

At this moment, Sonia Sui saw a choker with "Sonia Sui" written on it. Of course, she could tell that it was for her and happily put it on. "Sister! The staff just said that only you can wear this choker! None of us are qualified to wear it yet! Because you are a slut who will become a supermodel! Only you can wear a noble choker!" "I also want to wear a choker. Besides showing off my vulva and breasts, I also want this cheap feeling." A model said dejectedly. "Don't worry, as long as you're slutty enough, you'll definitely be able to wear that collar one day. It's a symbol of becoming a supermodel!" Every model here, including Sonia Sui, has unknowingly become a twisted exhibitionist, competing with each other in sluttyness.

Sonia Sui then noticed another collar next to her own, engraved with "Yunyun." Before she could figure out whose collar it was, a staff member called out, and the models dressed in slutty clothes all came out of the dressing room, preparing to go on the runway. At that moment, the sound of high heels came from outside the door. Sonia Sui knew without a doubt that the owner of the collar had arrived. Although she couldn't think of who it was right now, it must be a slut just like herself.

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