lies, tell me lies, baby, tell me how you hate me
pairings: actress manon x manager sophia
tags: 18+, g!p sophia, sub!sophia, dom!manon, whump, light masochism, ph showbiz, smut
synopsis: “And you’re just going to watch him kiss me over and over again? Then you’ll take it out on other people and get yourself hurt in the process, is that it?” Manon asked.
Sophia didn’t speak. They both knew the answer.
Sophia was born into stardom. Her mother was a movie star who captivated the nation in the 90s, which meant that everyone expected that sweet little Sophia would follow her footsteps. Why wouldn’t she?
She was built for the life of showbiz. Her childhood was spent attending Star Magic balls and listening to her friends’ stories about their TV-station assigned leading men and their teleseryes. She knew how it all went. Philippine show business was most definitely not the most unpredictable thing in this world. At first, the girls would be flustered at the thought of a TV and movie romance. Her friends would call up a group hangout and panic. They would deny the carefully selected and manufactured chemistry. And then, after a few blockbuster hits or roof-shattering teleserye ratings, they say ‘well, what the hell’ and fall for the leading man anyway. She has watched friends, acquaintances, and even her own mother fall into the trap of a carefully worded contract that pretended the cage was worth staying in if it was decorated in diamonds.
She had decided a long time ago that she wanted none of it.
And somehow, she managed to still get caught up in the glitz and glam of it all. Maybe she should have known that she was always going to be in this orbit one way or another, even after studying abroad just to stay away, or after leaving the public eye when she finally went back.
She knew the rules. She knew how the machinery worked.
She knew she probably shouldn’t be fucking the country’s new movie princess in her dressing room before she went on stage for her mall show.
“Manon, stay quiet,” she whispered, her lips brushing against the other woman’s ear. She held the actress’ hips steady with her hands, watching the way her member entered the woman on her lap. With a relentless pace, she slammed her hips up into her.
Manon Bannerman, last year’s Pinoy Big Brother Big Winner, who moved all the way from Zurich and took a chance at an audition, has taken this side of the world by storm. She was the youngest daughter of a wealthy Swiss family who didn’t take her seriously. Another heir who refused the empire. She was the hottest newcomer who charmed a whole country into backing her skyrocketing career in the entertainment industry.
Who better to train and manage her than the person who knew and saw through it all?
The actress whimpered, letting her head fall back as her hands grip Sophia's hair and neck.
“Don’t crumple your dress,” Sophia murmured, before diving into her neck, placing light kisses on the smooth skin, making sure not to ruin the stage make up. Manon was wearing a yellow drop waist dress with a thin strap and a ribbon on the waist lent by one of the fashion companies sponsoring the tour. Manon absolutely hated it.
With a scoff, Manon pushed Sophia back into the lounge chair. “Oh, fuck the dress,” she said before rocking her hips faster into Sophia, riding her cock mercilessly as she chased her orgasm. Sophia groaned as the back of her head hit the backrest of the chair, bucking her hips to match the Swiss-Ghanian’s pace. She lifted her hand away from Manon’s waist to bite into knuckles, trying to suppress her own moans–
A loud series of knocks pierced through the room.
“Ms. Bannerman? Mr. Barretto is ready. Five minutes until the show,” the production assistant called on from outside the door.
Sophia saw Manon open her mouth and knew that whatever sound comes out would give them away. With a haste, she placed her palm over the actress’ mouth.
“She’s comin–g,” she tried her best to stay with a steady voice, but Manon is clenching around her member and desperately taking her all in and Sophia couldn’t help but finish the sentence with a strangled moan, her mouth falling open.
“Is everything okay?” The PA asked.
“Yes!” Sophia answered. Trying to recover, she coughed and raised her voice louder. “Just…wardrobe malfunction!”
Above her, Manon arched her back, convulsing as orgasm took over her body. Sophia pressed her palm harder over her mouth, stopping the onslaught of curses and moans that she knew would come out. With a final buck of her hips, Manon collapsed into her, panting. Sophia tried to run her hand over her curls, but Manon pushed herself up.
Without warning, she pulled out and dropped to her knees. Sophia watched her with hooded eyes, legs shaking as she toppled over the edge.
“You said we can’t make a mess,” Manon said in a hoarse voice, before taking Sophia’s member into her mouth. She didn’t take her time like she usually does. Her head bobs up and down the length, tasting her own cum as she did. She pressed her tongue hard on the underside as she went up, before focusing on the tip–the part she knew drove Sophia mad.
Her manager gripped the leather set so tight, her knuckles were white. She couldn’t grab on to Manon’s hair and ruin three hours of styling work, no. It was absolute torture. It was ecstasy.
It wasn’t long after Sophia folded into Manon, body contracting as ropes of white cum erupt from her member. The actress swallowed it all with hunger, leaving no mess.
Once Sophia was done, Manon zipped her pants up and gave her groin a light pat, giggling. The manager took only a few seconds to catch her breath before letting the reality of the screaming fans and the rushed footsteps outside the door wake her up again. She stood up and grabbed the glass of water from the vanity table before handing it to Manon.
The older girl took it, letting relief wash over her. Sophia took this time to fix the strap of Manon’s dress that had fallen off her shoulder and to pat down any hair out of place on the actress’ head.
“Two minutes!” someone shouted outside the door as Manon took a mint into her mouth.
“Are you watching?” she asked Sophia, voice feigning nonchalance.
“I have to, it’s my job,” Sophia answered as she fixed the mess on the vanity.
Cocking her head to the side, Manon asked, “That the only reason you watch?”
Manon rolled her eyes, before pushing past her and opening the door. The sounds of the cheering fans and the host talking into the mic got louder.
Sophia took a deep breath as she squeezed her eyes shut.
Once, her mother went to their movie and saw Manon on screen with Leon, the next Barretto to grace the big screens. Just like his sister. And his mother. And his mother’s sister. And his mother’s other sister. That could have been you, her mother told her. As they watched the onscreen couple kiss, Sophia laughed internally at the irony of it all. She knew her mother meant that she could have had Manon’s place, but she knew what she wanted instead. And she knew that this whole machinery would never let her have it.
Steeling herself, she walked out of the dressing room and into the side of the stage where all the other staff were staring up into the couple as they sang the movie’s theme song together.
There was a folded crease on Manon’s yellow dress by the knees—visible to no one else but Sophia. She zeroed in on the fold, trying to ignore the way Leon Barretto is holding her waist as he waved to their fans.
Manon wrapped her arms around his neck and the screams erupted louder, echoing through the high ceilings of the mall. Her eyes, though. Her eyes were only looking at Sophia. For a second, the mask fell and the spite showed. Fuck you. Fuck you for being a coward. Fuck you for making me do this.
Sophia forced herself to look away when Yoonchae Jeung tapped her on the shoulder. Her assistant.
“Zoe from Star is calling about pitching their new movie for next year,” she said, handing Sophia’s work phone to her. Beside them was Lara Raj, Manon’s stylist and make-up artist. She looked at Sophia knowingly, her arms folded in front of chest as her eyes glanced in between the manager and the phone.
Lara knew. Sophia didn’t know how, but she got the idea that Manon confided in her a lot. When she took the phone, she heard Lara sigh beside her.
The show went on in a blur. A torturously slow blur. By the end, though, everyone was just about ready to leave the venue.
“The van’s waiting by the East exit. The valet has your car there, too” Yoonchae said, following Sophia's side. Sophia was wearing her leather jacket, her armor. Manon was with them, wearing dark tinted sunglasses and scrolling on her phone. She was mad at Sophia. She always was after these events. Beside her was Lara Raj, holding Manon’s change of clothes for Leon’s party after the show. Their new movie was a hit. It called for a celebration. In front of them was Rob, a burly man in his 40s—Manon’s personal body guard.
When the elevator doors opened, though, the glass walls of the mall exit showed fans already waiting for them. Ear splitting screams erupted at the sight of the actress, who waved at them and tried to hide the tiredness in her smile.
“Fuck,” Sophia muttered under her breath, already moving outside of the elevator with fervor.
“The mall staff said that this exit was secure,” Yoonchae said with worry in her voice. She was young and new and worried that the industry would swallow her whole if she made a mistake.
“Not your fault,” Sophia reassured her. “Incompetent, all of them.”
Rob took his place in front as they exited the automatic opening doors, blocking Manon from the fans with his body. Manon took a selfie or two, and signed a few autographs before telling them that she had to go.
A man, though, pushed through the line of young girls and grabbed onto Manon’s arm. “One signature!” he demanded, holding a blue felt tip marker out and five posters in her hand.
“No, sorry. I really have to go,” Manon said as she struggled to hide the frustration bubbling in her chest. She was tired. She still had to suffer through a few hours of a party filled with socialites and drunk actors. “Please get off.”
Rob was already pushing the man off. But he didn’t stop. The man pushed back, accidentally shoving Manon and making her fall over in her heels, getting caught just in time by Lara.
Something inside Sophia snapped.
Before her brain could catch up to what she was doing, her fist landed on his cheek with a loud crunch. The man fell on the ground, his posters scattering on the floor as the crowd parts.
The man collected himself, holding his cheek with his hand as he stood up. “Gago ka ah!” Before Sophia could react, he sent a solid punch to her jaw, sending her to the ground. She let out a pained grunt as a boot connected into her ribs with force so hard she swore felt a crack.
And then all hell broke loose. The crowd gasped. Teenage girls squealed in shock. The mall guards ran towards the commotion. Rob pushed Manon into the van, but she struggled away.
Sophia propped herself up on her elbows, trying to stand up and check on Manon, but the man kicked her in the stomach, knocking the air out of her lungs. He crouched down, heavy fist curling shut before it collided with her cheek. Her head hit the floor with a loud thud as she collapsed back on the ground.
“Wait, stop!” Manon shouted as Rob held her back. "Sophia!"
The taste of copper started forming in her mouth. Sophia took another punch to the gut before gathering her strength and pushing the man off her, adrenaline rushing through her body. When he landed on the floor, she climbed on top of him and pulled her fist back. She punched. And punched. And punched.
She pictured Manon stumbling back. She pictured Leon’s hands on her. She pictured the screaming fans.
Until he was coughing up blood. Until she heard his nose crack. Until she was pulled back by one of the guards.
Another pulled a gun out of his holster and points it at her.
“No, stop! Please, she’s with me!” Manon stepped in front of Sophia in a hurry, her palm outstretched. Sophia struggled out of the guard’s grip and spinned the actress around, covering her. There was no way she was letting her anywhere in the line of fire.
She took one second to gather the situation. There was a man bleeding on the floor. The crowd had taken its shape again far from them, but was still watching. Manon was terrified. Fuck. She messed up.
And then she saw the light. Someone was filming. She turned to the guard.
“Put that down or you’ll be in the news for shooting a Laforteza dead in front of the country’s sweetheart.”
Instantly, the guard lowered his weapon. “S-sorry, Ma’am. I wasn’t—It’s just protocol.”
Sophia jerked her head towards the cellphone. “Rob.”
Tomorrow, the Laforteza lawyers will rain hell on anyone with footage of the fight in their phones. The story will be told through r/ChikaPH, posted anonymously by a member of their own publicity team, taking the story into their hands before someone inevitably does. The post will warn people about resellers attending events and causing trouble. It won’t involve anything about guns being pointed at them.
It won’t involve how Manon took Sophia’s hand and pulled her into the car.
“What about Leon’s party?” Lara asked.
Manon looked at her fiercely. “You guys go. Tell him Sophia took me home.”
The drive to her condo was silent.
“I’ll take care of it,” Sophia said as she gripped the steering wheel, her voice clipped. “I’m sorry.” Manon didn’t answer. She just stared out of the window, trying to tamper the fire burning in her chest.
When they entered the unit, Manon marched to her refrigerator and grabbed her ice pack. She pulled Sophia towards the couch, pressing the ice into her ribs, and climbed onto her lap.
Her lips crashed onto Sophia’s with fury. But her hand held the younger woman’s bruised jaw tenderly.
She pulled back, slamming Sophia’s back into the couch. “I hate you,” she said before diving down to kiss her again.
Sophia’s tongue slipped into her mouth. Manon let her in, moaning into her lips as Sophia’s hands pushed up her dress to grip her thighs.
With a buck of Manon’s hips, Sophia let out a pained gasp, pulling back.
“Sorry. Sorry,” Manon panted, eyes opening with worry.
Manon pressed a kiss on her lips, sucking on Sophia’s busted bottom lip as she unbuttoned her pants, the zipper slightly opening on its own as the hardened cock tried to free itself. She palmed Sophia’s member, making her release a strangled moan.
Sophia’s finger reached the thin strap of her underwear, sliding it down and tracing her fingers dangerously near Manon’s core.
Manon slapped her hand away. “Not tonight.”
Sophia retracted her hand obediently. “Wha-Is something wrong?”
“Take off your jacket,” Manon commanded. Sophia followed. “Your shirt, too. I wanna see where you’re hurt.”
Sophia did as she was told, chest heaving and arousal intensifying. A bruise has already formed on the side of her torso, rivaling the purple mark on her jaw. Manon placed the ice on Sophia’s hand. Hers were going to be busy.
Brown eyes bore through hers. “You’re brave, aren’t you? You can take a beating for me?”
The Filipina stared at her, before slowly nodding her head.
“Then this should be nothing,” Manon shrugged before freeing Sophia’s member from her boxers. “If you come without my permission, I won’t let you touch me for a month.”
She wrapped her fingers around the girth of Sophia’s cock, slowly teasing the length of it. Sophia watched her movements with her mouth hanging open, eyebrows twitching every time Manon’s hand reaches the tip.
Softly, Manon leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss. She threaded her other hand on Sophia’s disheveled hair, massaging the scalp. She’s gentle. Too gentle for someone who wasn't supposed to fall. She ran her thumb down up and down the underside, relishing in the way Sophia’s breathing quickens.
Strong hands held her by the waist and she let them. She felt safe. It was horrible. The only place where felt like she could breathe was with the person who was all too willing to let her go.
Her hand slid up and down more easily the more the length glistened with pre-cum. Sophia’s kisses became hungrier. Sloppier. Her shaft throbbed in Manon’s hand. Suddenly, Manon gripped it firmer and quickened her pace. Sophia whimpered into Manon’s mouth, before dropping her forehead into the actress’ shoulder.
“Oh, god,” she managed to choke out. “Fuck.”
Manon pumped faster, just to feel Sophia’s body jerk violently, before slowing down.
Groaning, Sophia threw her head back against the backrest of the couch. Her eyes watched Manon teasingly grip the base of her dick, squeezing, and pulling up. A bead of white liquid came out and Manon used it to lubricate her finger as she traced it around the tip.
She leaned down, kissing Sophia’s bruised jaw and making her shudder with pain and pleasure. Her lips trail lower to the side of Sophia’s neck where she places open mouthed kisses. Being in the public eye, they had to be careful about leaving marks on Manon’s neck. Sophia doesn’t have the same rules, though.
Manon lightly ran her teeth on Sophia’s soft flesh, before sucking on the skin with fervor.
Sophia trembled. She let out a guttural moan so loud it would pierce through the neighbor’s walls if they weren’t the lone unit on the penthouse floor.
Suddenly, Manon’s palm cupped her tip. Mercilessly, she twisted her hand, using the slick to focus on the sensitive area. She didn’t relent her pace even as Sophia became a moaning mess. Her hand rubbed up and down Sophia’s torso, feeling her abs contract under her palm.
Sophia groaned, squeezing her eyes shut to prevent herself from letting go. She would do anything Manon asked. She couldn’t give her everything. Not right now. But she could give Manon herself.
Manon stilled her hand. Sophia’s eyes are glazed over, her fingernails have scratched the handrest of the couch. Manon looked at her. Panting. Glistening.
For a moment, the ice broke.
“Hey, you still with me?”
Sophia looked up. “Just…just give me a moment.” She didn’t want to come without permission, but she was so dangerously close to the edge.
So Manon did. She held Sophia’s face in her other hand and placed a light kiss on her swollen lips and waited for Sophia to catch her breath.
After a few seconds, Sophia nodded. “Okay. Okay you can–ah…ugh.”
Manon didn’t waste any time. She pumped up and down with both hands, watching as Sophia arched her back off the couch.
She leaned down, lips brushing against the other woman’s ear. “You’re so scared that you’re going to ruin me. Have you ever thought that I might ruin you?”
Sophia’s eyes shot open. “No. No. Please. Manon, don’t.”
“Use your words,” Manon tightened her grip as punishment.
“Ahh...I want you. I want you. So bad. Please, I need you.”
Finally, Manon granted her mercy. No. She granted her heaven. “Then come. Ruin my dress. I hate it.”
With a final moan, Sophia spasmed. Manon didn’t stop, she stroked, pumped, twisted, until Sophia spilled over. "Fuuuuuck. Ugh...Manon. God. I'm--fuck."
Her member pulsated as strong shockwaves of orgasm coursed through her body. Manon milked her cock until the front of her dress was coated in ropes of white cum.
After a while, Sophia’s limp body collapsed onto the couch. Manon took off her dress and pushed Sophia back so that she could lie down. She pulled Manon on top of her, who protested when Sophia winced in pain. But she didn’t let her pull away. So Manon settled on to Sophia’s side, her head taking place in the crook of her neck. She wrapped her arm around her waist, rubbing her thumb over the bruised ribs as Sophia's strong arms held her in place.
“We have a new movie, don’t we?” she asked sadly.
“And you’re just going to watch him kiss me over and over again? Then you’ll take it out on other people and get yourself hurt in the process, is that it?”
Sophia didn’t speak. They both knew the answer. Instead, Sophia said–
“You want to know why I watch?”
“I watch so I can anticipate if anyone is crazy enough to jump on stage. I watch so I know which part of the show you genuinely smiled at. Not the movie smile. Your real smile. Maybe I can lengthen the time of the segment, shorten the others. Maybe I can make it all less miserable. I watch so I know where he touches you. I watch so that if his fingers fall even an inch out of the boundaries we set in the contract, I can set him on legal fire so hot the Barrettos wouldn’t know how to put it out.” Sophia leaned down to look Manon in the eye. “It is my job. And my job is the only way I can care for you like that now.”
Scoffing, Manon placed her hand on Sophia’s chest to push herself up. “You know that’s a lie. This is a circus. But it’s a circus we can get out of.”
“We have contracts, Manon.”
“And you are a Laforteza. People around here say that that means something.”
Sophia took her hand. Manon instantly brushed her thumb over the bruised knuckles.
“I watched you in that survival show everyday. I saw the fire. I saw how much you wanted this. That’s why I’m here. I will do all that I can so that you get everything you want. And then I’m going to get you out of it if you still want me to.”
“You know what I want, Sophia. Just make me yours.”
Sophia shook her head and Manon could swear her heart broke right then and there. “I can’t…I can’t make you mine and then watch you with him like it’s nothing.”
Manon ran her hand through her hair, frustrated. She sat up fully, pulling away from Sophia’s chest. “You, out of all people, should know it isn’t real.”
Sophia followed her. They were both sitting up, trying to reason with one another.
“Yes, but it is easy. It could all be so easy for you if you just choose him.”
Manon let out a wet chuckle. She stood up, stepping on the dress on the floor. Then she spoke with a low voice.
“If that’s what you think I want, then you don’t know me at all.” She turned around and opened the door to her bedroom. “Good night, Sophia,” she said before slamming it close.
Tomorrow, Manon would talk to her again. They would repeat the cycle until one of them got tired, Sophia reckoned. It wouldn't be her, though. Sophia couldn't stay away. And one day, she would finally realize that neither could Manon.
a.n. planning on making this multi-chapter. let me know what you think!!
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