Basement Sluts Vol. 10
Josh was reading the newspaper one morning and saw that two of the hottest females in show business were making appearances at their local mall - Jessica Simpson and Jennifer Love Hewitt.
“Man. What I wouldn’t give to bone the both of them,” said Josh.
“They’re two very busty chicks,” said Nelly as she entered the room.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Having them in our 10th show would be the icing on the cake. Our 10th show is pretty much a milestone for us. It’s amazing that we’ve lasted this long to begin with and with their celebrity fame, the Basement Slut series would really be a hit. Nothing like seeing two busty celebrity girls nude for the first time, being fucked on cam,” said Josh as he began to daydream.
“Lucy, I’m home,” said Shawn entering the basement.
“It’s about time you came back. I can’t wait to see the slumber party you had with my sister and her friends?”
“I know man. You had to be there to actually experience the kind of pleasure I was in. Honesty, I didn’t want to come back,” said Shawn with a huge grin.
“Ha. I suppose I could agree with you on that but I think I have a better idea for the 10th show. We’ll save the slumber party for the next episode.”
“Ok. Then whom do you have in mind for me to seduce now?” asked Shawn.
“How about two very popular celebrities that people have wanted to see naked and fucked for years? Jessica Simpson and Jennifer Love Hewitt. It would be the perfect fucking for our 10th episode, Shawn.”
“Damn man. Sounds good to me but one problem? How are we supposed to get near them, let alone fuck them?”
“Good question. I haven’t figured that out yet?” said Josh.
“Hey, you guys, I have an idea!” said Nelly. “The two of them are going to be staying in the same hotel and pretty much hanging out with each other at the mall. Why don’t we take out the limo driver and one of you guys disguise yourself as the limo driver. The other should go to the hotel and pretend to be a bellhop.”
“I knew we hired you for a reason, Nelly,” Josh said with a smile.
He gave her a huge kiss and a hug.
“In fact, Nelly, why don’t you distract the limo driver long enough for me to disguise myself as one and Shawn, you’ll be at the hotel. Let’s get our plans into action people.”
Josh, Shawn, and Nelly headed down to the mall as soon as all preparations were made. Once they got their, enormous lines were blocking them from seeing the two high-profile females. Thousands of their biggest fans had turned out for the special event.
“Damn man. Look at all those idiots? Too bad we’re the ones who are going to be fucking them tonight,” said Josh.
“All right. I’m on my way to the hotel right now to set everything up. I’m glad the hotel manager is a fan of the show, or we wouldn’t be able to pull this off,” said Shawn.
“Take the camcorder and laptop with you. Set everything up. They couldn’t be staying here must longer,” said Josh handing Shawn the equipment.
Shawn took off to the hotel, and Josh headed further into the mall to scope out the two very hot celebrities. Once he got a good distance away from the screaming fans, he saw Jennifer Love Hewitt standing up and giving hugs to one of her lucky fans.
Josh became star-stuck seeing Jennifer Love Hewitt for the first time. He couldn’t believe how gorgeous she looked in person. Her breasts also were larger in real life, being held by a nice, small halter-top. Her hips and thighs were shown off perfectly in her Capri white jeans. They were tight on her so it made her ass look fat. Jessica was sitting a few inches away from JLH. Josh couldn’t get a good look at what she was wearing but knew he couldn’t wait to see what she looked like nude.
Meanwhile, Nelly, wearing a very tight blouse with no bra underneath so that her massive tits would bounce and bob freely, was pacing back and forth in front of the limo driver. He wasn’t a bad looking white male. He looked to be in his later 30’s. Nelly could see his eyes following her breast movements. She then dropped her wallet right in front of him causing money to spill out all over the place. She bent over to pick it up. Her enormous ass bulged out at him inside her tight jeans. The driver felt his cock about to explode. His eyes were moving up and down every square inch of her delicious ass.
“Let me help you with that?” the driver immediately asked.
He got on the ground and started helping her.
“Thank you. You’re so nice,” Nelly complimented.
His eyes immediately beamed down Nelly’s blouse. His cock grew painfully inside his jeans as he stared down her chocolaty cleavage. He suddenly felt a hand rubbing his throbbing cock on the outside. He looked at Nelly who gave him a smirk. The two began to walk to an empty, closed space behind the mall. Nelly pushed him up against the wall and unzipped his jeans. His thick 8-inch cock sprang out at him in full force.
“Mmmm,” moaned Nelly taking in his entire cock with one swallow.
Josh went and rented an outfit that matched what the limo driver was wearing. He even brought the hat. He saw Jennifer and Jessica being escorted by their bodyguards back to the limo. Josh quickly ran outside and opened the door for the two lovely girls.
As they came near him, he got a good view of Jennifer’s big tits bobbing up and down inside her halter-top. Her nipples were also rock-hard. Josh licked his lips at the sight of them.
“Good evening Ms. Hewitt,” Josh said making eye contact with Jennifer.
“Good evening to you too. You’re cute,” she replied as she got into the limo.
He got to see Jessica in person for the first time as she came near him next to enter the limo. She was wearing causal clothing - a pair of tight denim jeans and a tight wife beater. Her huge breasts were practically screaming to be released. Her bra stopped most of the bouncing, but Josh got a good long look at the melon shapes they were portraying.
“Good evening, Mrs. Simpson,” Josh said while trying not to stare at Jessica’s huge boobs.
“Good evening, cutie,” she replied giving him a little wink out of the corner of her eye.
Josh closed the door for them and got into the driver’s seat. He took off heading to the hotel where Shawn had everything set up for their first scene with Jennifer Love Hewitt.
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They arrived at the Five-Star Hotel where the girls were staying for the night. Josh quickly got out of the limo and opened the door for the girls. Josh stopped their bodyguards and gave them each $100 for letting the plan go down. Unaware to the girls, their bodyguards happened to be fans of Basement Sluts and wanted to see their bosses naked more then perhaps anyone else.
Jennifer and Jessica stood at the desk waiting for the bellhop to arrive and carry their bags. That was Shawn’s cue. He walked over to the girls and couldn’t believe how beautiful they both were and couldn’t wait to fuck them. As he was bending over to pick up some luggage, his eyes frequently made contact with their chests. Jennifer’s nipples were still hard and Jessica’s huge breasts were rising and falling from her breathing. At one point, Shawn thought he caught both girls watching him stare at their assets and enjoy it.
Soon both Jennifer and Jessica headed to their rooms.
“It was a blast seeing you Jessica. I am a huge fan of your music and I just love your TV show,” Jennifer commented.
“I know right. It was nice meeting you to Jen. Goodnight,” Jessica said as she entered her room and closed the door.
Jennifer shrugged her shoulders and entered her room. She decided to take a shower and head straight to bed. Unaware to Jen, all of Josh and Shawn’s equipment was stashed inside her closet.
Shawn and Josh snuck up to her room and thanks to the manager had a key to get in.
“All right Shawn. Here is the plan. I want you to interview her while I hold the camcorder. I figure instead of showing up in her room unannounced, we would pretend we’re reporters,” said Josh.
Shawn got the cam out of the closet but left the laptop inside. They waited 15 minutes for Jennifer to finish her shower before knocking on the door.
“Who is it?” Jennifer asked curiously.
“We “re reporters for our college newspaper and just wanted to know what you thought about being back in LA,” replied Josh.
Shawn and Josh started to giggle like a couple of immature adolescents.
Jennifer threw on a long, thick white robe over her body and answered the door.
“Hi. I’m Shawn and this is my cameraman, Josh. We’re here from our college to do an exclusive report on your visit to our mall.”
“Come on in. I’m sorry I’m not properly dressed. I just got out of the shower,” Jennifer responded looking kind of embarrassed.
“Awe don’t be, Ms Hewitt. You’re still one of the most gorgeous actresses in the world today,” said Shawn with a smile.
“Why thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Ms. Hewitt.”
“Call me Love or Jen. All my friends do.”
“Well call me yours or Shawn. All the ladies do,” Shawn replied.
Jennifer let out a small laugh.
“That was cute. I like a guy with a funny sense of humor,” Jen replied.
“Well you know. You have to have a sense of humor if you want to be a reporter.”
“Have a seat,” Love said pointing to the bed. “Sorry I don’t have any chairs in here but I’m only here for one night.”
“Hey, that’s fine. I’ll take a bed any day,” Shawn said with a wink at Jennifer.
She tossed her brunette hair back and cracked a smile.
“Now, Ms. Hewitt or Jen, did you enjoy yourself today?”
“Yes, I did. I love Los Angeles. It’s like a second home for me.”
“I’m sure a lot of your fans want to know if you have a boyfriend?”
Josh continued filming and zoomed in on Jennifer’s flushed face.
“No. I don’t actually. I miss having a boyfriend. I think my shyness and niceness tend to scare guys away from me. I can’t help it that I’m so nice and just want to do anything to please him.”
“Anything?” said a curious Shawn.
“Yeah. Some of the nice guys actually think I come on too strong for them.”
“What do you mean by anything?” Shawn rephrased.
“Well. I’ll buy them things or pay for dinner and a movie. Sometimes even a little bit of sexual fun.”
“Sexual fun meaning?”
“You know?”
“No. I don’t know?”
“Giving blowjobs and titty fucking.”
Both Shawn and Josh were stunned to hear Jennifer say those words.
“Wow. You heard it first here folks,” said Shawn.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry. Please don’t put that in the paper. I just let my frustration of not having sex in months talk.”
Shawn put his hand over Jennifer’s.
“It’s ok, Love. Any guy would be lucky to jump your bones.”
Jennifer started to laugh.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Jennifer leaned over and started kissing Shawn. Josh focused the camcorder on them, watching Love slide her tongue in and out of Shawn’s mouth.
“I’m so fucking horny right now. I just need a fucking cock to please me tonight. Will you be that cock, Mr. Reporter?” Jennifer said in a sad but cute tone while making a puppy dog face.
“Your goddamn right, I will,” replied Shawn while he let his hands slide into Jennifer’s robe and feel her large soft tits.
“Mmmm. That feels so good to have a man’s hands on my tits again,” Jennifer moaned. “Never had a black man, though. I heard a lot of my female friends say that it’s a painful experience to have sex with a black man because of his size. One said she couldn’t walk for a week.”
“That might be true, but you’ll have to experience the magic for yourself.”
Shawn disrobed Jen, revealing her naked, damp body. Her large breasts were swaying back and forth with her leaning close to Shawn and giving him some tongue. Her pink nipples were the size of erasers. Josh made sure he got close-ups of the world’s famous breasts that people thought were implants. Her breasts were very natural and had the natural sag to prove it.
Shawn’s large hands cupped Jen’s breasts from the bottoms and squeezed them. He ran his thumbs across the bottoms slowly caressing them. Small moans leaked out of Love’s mouth and into Shawn’s while they French kissed.
Shawn moved his lips from hers and kissed down her long, pale neck, straight to the valley between her large tits.
“Suck my tits, Shawn,” moaned Love.
Shawn squeezed Love’s big titties hard in his hands before stuffing the right one between his lips and sucking it for all he was worth. His tongue slithered and flicked the nipple while he sucked sloppily on her entire breast.
“Oh God! Mmmmm. Feels so good having my tits sucked. Oh Shawn,” Love moaned deeper.
Shawn switched breasts and did the other just the same and kneaded the wet tit he had already sucked on.
“Mmmm. I have been dreaming of sucking these big titties,” Shawn mumbled with a mouthful of tit.
Shawn pushed Love’s jugs together and licked both eraser-sized nipples and licked around the saucer-sized areolas. He then stuck both nipples into his mouth and started to slurp on them wishing that milk would flow from out of her gorgeous buds.
Jennifer’s body was quivering with the wonderful sensation of Shawn’s tit sucking. She grabbed the back of Shawn’s head and forced his face deep into her tit flesh. Shawn’s mouth was full of Love’s tit meat and just sucked the nipples until they were blood red.
“Goddamn it, Shawn. You just Love love’s big titties, don’t you? You’re making her cum early dude,” said Josh, zooming in on Love’s drenching pussy that was leaking all over the bed.
Shawn jiggled Jen’s big jell-o like titties in his hands and gave them one last suck before returning to kiss her lips. He still held her soft ample jugs in his hands and kneaded them.
Love’s hands started to unbutton Shawn’s shirt and undo his jeans.
Shawn let go of Jen’s tits to get his shirt off and helped Love take off his jeans. Shawn was kneeling on the bed in just his boxers. Love looked down and saw the enormous bulge.
“Holy shit! You’re going to impale me with that thing?” asked a scared Love.
“It won’t hurt after a while. I promise,” said Shawn, taking Jennifer’s hands and moving them down to his boxers and over his massive cock sticking out from underneath them.
“God Shawn. You’re part donkey,” Jennifer said cracking a small smirk.
“Don’t you know it, baby.”
Jennifer pulled down Shawn’s boxers and his gigantic cock sprang out at her.
“Oh my!” Love said amazed at seeing her very first huge black cock in person. “They say black is beautiful and they’re not kidding. This monstrous thing is such a beauty.”
She grabbed Shawn’s throbbing cock in both hands and realizesdthat her hands were way too tiny to hold the entire pulsing shaft.
“It tastes good, too, from what I’ve been told,” said Shawn with a grin.
“We’ll see,” teased Love as she kneeled down and started to lick his massive cockhead like a sucker pressing her fat tongue against his cockhead and beating the cockhead against it.
Love’s eyes fell down to Shawn’s huge balls as they hung from his cock.
“Oh my! What incredibility huge balls you have,” said Love giggling afterwards.
“The bigger to fuck you with my dear,” Shawn replied.
Love took his entire cockhead between her moist lips and gave it long, powerful slurps. She then ran her tongue up and down his cockhead and jiggling her tongue against his pee-hole, tasting some of his pre-cum.
Josh got up close and zoomed in on Love’s tongue maneuvering action. Her tongue began to move up and down Shawn’s meaty shaft. She took a few minutes to suck on each side of Shawn’s dick moving her mouth up and down like her hands would move if she was stroking him. She then started sucking up and down the middle of his big dick sloppily sucking until she got back to the head and took it back inside her mouth.
Love’s cheeks started to inhale as she blew on his cockhead. She gripped his massive cock again and started stroking it while blowing his cockhead.
Shawn ran his hands through Love’s long, brown hair making sure Josh could get a clear shot of Love’s blowing the head of his monster.
“Wow! I had no idea Jennifer Love Hewitt could tease a cock this well. Especially Shawn’s enormous snake,” Josh said in amazement.
Love’s ample jugs bobbed up and down with her as she began to go down on his cock slowly taking a good few inches between her lips and then coming back up but not taking the cockhead out of her mouth.
Shawn took Jen’s big tits in each hand and started to squeeze them running his thumbs over her hard nipples while feeling his giant cock being engulfed down her throat. He could feel his cockhead bumping the back of her throat and she began to gag.
Jennifer took the slobbery cock out of her mouth and started licking down the veiny shaft again. Her tongue lapped over both Shawn’s heavy balls and she immediately took one between her large lips and then the other devoting a few minutes to each giant testicle. Her hands continued to stroke his wet cock while bathing his balls. Her large mouth managed to take both of Shawn’s balls in at the same time and suckled them both.
“Just watching her sucking Shawn’s cock makes me want to blow my load,” said Josh to himself.
Josh zoomed in on Love feasting on both Shawn’s huge nuts and her eyes made contact with the camcorder. She smiled with both of Shawn’s enormous balls at opposite sides of her mouth bulging out her cheeks.
“Damn, you look so hot,” complimented Josh stroking his cock in one hand while filming with the other.
Jen released the balls from her mouth and swallowed Shawn’s big dick once again moving her mouth completely over it and burying her face deep into the black jungle of his pubic hairs. She held her position that way for a few seconds as tears formed in her eyes and saliva leaked out of her mouth. She released the cock to gasp for some air.
“Never have I done that before,” Jen said breathing hard and stroking Shawn’s slobbery cock.
Her big pale melons bounced against one another as her breathing started to calm down. She started kissing Shawn’s thick inner thighs and his balls while looking up at his saliva dripping cock, towering over her.
Love propped her large tits up on Shawn’s thighs and started bobbing her head up and down furiously on Shawn’s fat throbbing cock taking more and more of his shaft between her lips with each raising and falling. She soon had her face buried in his pubic hairs again and sucked his cock to the very base. Tears poured out of Love’s eyes and gobs of saliva poured out of her mouth and landed on her chest and the top of her big tits.
“I’m loving this man. Keep it coming and I’m sure our fans will keep cumming as well,” said Josh.
Shawn raised his body off the bed and started to thrust in Love’s mouth. Her ample melons bounced off his quivering thighs as he thrust violently down her throat.
Love kept her lips down on Shawn’s thrusting cock not attempting to try and match his rhythm. She could feel his huge dick assaulting her throat and his massive balls beating her chin and bottom lip senseless.
“Oh God, fuck her pretty big mouth, Shawn. Thrust your dark meat down her throat,” urged Josh filming a close up of Love’s face in agony as the huge dick plunged deep into her mouth and down her throat.
Shawn stopped his thrusting and held the back of Love’s head so that her mouth rested on the base of his cock and his pubic hairs poked against her white snowy face.
He released his hold on Jen’s head after a few seconds which seemed like eternally to her. He pulled his saliva-drenched cock out from her lips with a loud popping sound and smiled down at her.
Love was breathing hard and her tears were coming to an end. Her saliva glistened her chest and cleavage nicely. Shawn’s pre-cum was also oozing out from between Love’s lips and down his own cock.
Her nicely trimmed pussy was soaked with cum. The entire spot Jen was kneeling on was soaked in it.
“Want some sugar, horsey?” she grinned. “Do you like sugar?”
She’s crazy. Crazy. I smiled. Nodded that I liked sugar.
“Will you be a good horsey, a good fella, if I let you have some sugar?” she asked naughtily.
“Uh huh,” I managed to get out. Just give me the damned sugar. Now.
Her fingers came to my mouth. I grabbed her wrist, and she extended her fingers. I opened my mouth and placed her wet fingers inside, sucking and licking her taste from them. My other hand went to her wet slit. Mr. Thumb found his target on her clit and two other fingers slid inside her, filled her. She gasped. Began to ride Mr. Thumb and his partners. But in less than a minute she extricated herself from this position and turned around, back facing me, on her knees again, straddling me. She was breathing hard, breathing hard along with me. She was in a hurry. No, slow down. I grabbed her hips.
She understood. Moved her body up along my midsection, still straddled. An even closer view. Closer. I could see the moisture, smell her juices. She rocked gently back and forth, pushing her wet pussy towards my face in the backward stroke. She was ready, ready to ride. But she prolonged it.
Her body bent forward, opening her up even more. Her head, tongue, went to my inner thigh. It drove me crazy when she licked me here. She knew it. She licked, and bit, and sucked the flesh of my left inner thigh, blew her breath on the dampness. Now my cock was shoving into her chin, her neck, her chest. Bobbing up and down, wanting up and down.
My left hand went to her upper thigh, my right hand between her thighs. Wrong side up for Mr. Thumb on her nub. My finger slid into her, delving inside, feeling the tightness, the wetness, stroking in and out as she moaned, still rocking back and forth, shoving herself to me, on me. Mr. Thumb rubbed her nether eye. God. Joint so hard, so hard. Wanna feel her, feel it, feel me in her. She took my cock in her hand, changed sides with her tongue. Now the right thigh’s turn. Didn’t want to wait any longer. Didn’t. “Ride,” I said. I think my voice was hoarse. “Ride the horsey now.”
She didn’t hurry. She wasn’t interested in my plea.
She was still bent forward. Still exposed. She cupped my balls, scooped them into her hand. Massaged them lightly, gently. Her hand shifted to holding just one, her mouth going for the other, sucking it in, running her tongue all around. Her other hand still held my cock. She moved her hand gently yet firmly up and down my shaft. Slow and easy, slow. No, ride me, I said. Wasn’t I saying this out loud? Couldn’t she hear me? Ride me, little girl. Ride me. My hips moved, up and down, up and down. Pushing my hard on up to the ceiling, pushing it into her palm, pushing it where she couldn’t ignore, not ignore.
My breath was ragged, uneven. My finger now stabbed her opening, imitating what I wanted to do. She rocked on it. Wiggled. I wanted to grab her and slam her down on, over, my cock. But I didn’t have to.
J suddenly sat up. She got still, muscles tensed. She was on the verge of getting off. She pulled off of my finger, placed her hands on either side of my knees on the bed, moved down in line with my throbbing cock, hovering, hovering. I reached down, grabbed myself with one hand, her left thigh with my other, ready to shove it in. She reached back, moved my hand away, replaced it with hers. She eased down over the head, eased down and moaned. She lowered herself only an inch or so more, slowly riding up and down over my swollen head, letting the head pierce her, over and over.
Her moans were soft, grunting noises. Ah uh. Ah uh. Ah uh with each stab. Noises so good, so good. Finally she lowered herself on down my shaft. Down. Sliding. Sucking. Tightening her muscles each time she moved up. I was mesmerized. Watching. Maybe not breathing. Sometimes I forget to breathe. My head shook side to side. I couldn’t speak. I wanted to speak. I don’t know what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t say it even if I knew. Sliding up, down, watching her swollen lips suck me in and then release me, in, out. It was . . . what?
My left fingers went around her waist, my thumb moving to her lower back, gently stroking her special place. I reached with my right arm, reached to find her swollen nub with my fingers. I slowly began stroking her, up, down, up and down between her clit and where my cock rode into her. Her pace quickened, her movements more pronounced. She started rotating her hips around and around, grinding down on to my own. Oh-uhhhh. Oh-uhhhh. Oh-uhhhh. She said. The ohs matching her circles.
God. God. Swirling. Squirming. Her hips gyrating in time to her moans. She finally leaned backward, head dropped back, she rode me forward and back, forward and back, faster and faster until she exploded, my hand, fingers, pulling her lips, her bud, pinching, rubbing. Uh breath uh breath uh breath. She screamed, long, ayeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Whimpering now. Heh-uhm. Heh-uhm. Heh-uhm. Soft little whimpers, breathing in and out. God. Can’t hold it anymore. The whimpering.
I grabbed her hips, pushed down hard, rode into her, reaching her inner being, shoving my hardness into her, into her softness. She moved like a rag doll, arching with my thrusts, swaying back and forth, to and fro. I held her hard, pumped into her. She fell forward, milked my jewels, draining them, draining me, all, all into her. Aye, aye, aye, uh, huh, huh, uh huh. Me. I’m breathing again. Have to breathe to moan. Air. Gulping air. She, too. I can hear her. She’s shaking. Lightly, softly shaking. Did I do that to her? To her? God, I wanna see her face.
Her hands, stroking my shins. Her cheek. Resting on my shin. Rubbing up and down. Her hands, touching the tops of my feet. Stroking them. Her tongue, licking my feet, left, lick lick, right lick lick, left lick lick, right llliiiiccckkk. Feet don’t feel this good. Do they? Kiss. Kiss kiss. Kiss my toes. My big toe in her fingers, clamped between the thumb and forefinger.
She sang, sang in a sing song voice. A baby voice. A child.
“This little piggy went to market,” and she moved to the next toe. “This little piggy stayed home.” Move. “This little piggy had roast beef.” Move. “This little piggy had none.” No move. No move. She didn’t move her fingers.
J suddenly lifted up, up off me and around, somehow facing me and straddling my stomach on her knees. She reached behind her, playfully encircled my softening cock with her fingers.
She was smiling, smiling happily. Laughing. “And this little piggy cried wee wee wee, all the way home,” she finished, wiggling my cock gently to the wee wee wee.
I started laughing, too. We both looked at my stomach at the same time. A mixture of our juices was dripping from between her legs onto my belly. A delicious sight. She smiled wickedly.
“Damned hobbit hole. Yet another leak,” I complained.
“Well, in future we’re just gonna have to keep the hole stopped up as best we can,” J said. She paused, eyed me. “Any suggestions? Any tools for the job?” she asked.
I grinned and nodded. She had said the word tools very naughtily. Two syllabled.
She reached her index finger down, scooped up part of the drippings, opened her mouth to partake. She put her finger in and immediately pulled it out, clean.
“More sugar, horsey?”
I nodded yes. She leaned down, mouth to mine. I opened. Her tongue darted in, proffered the nectar. I licked and sucked, receiving my share. Both our bellies were now smeared with juices. I wrapped my arms around her waist, then moved my hands to cup her butt. I squeezed her, moved her body up and down, rubbing the mixture between us, spreading it in, cementing us together with our sex sap. Her elbows were placed alongside my chest. She looked at me and smiled again. A nice smile.
“I like my horsey. He’s a good ride.” She winked at me then leaned down and placed her cheek on my chest, moving it ’til she got it just where she wanted it. I hugged her, hugged her close to me, arms back around her waist. Her left arm was bent, stretched above her, hand in my hair. Her right hand on my chest. Is there a warmer place? A safer place? Don’t move yet. A moment more. Two or four before you hop up to pee.
I couldn’t help but think of poor Pablo. Poor Schmablo. So, she’s not as enamored of you as you think. Take that, asshole.
She was a witch. As if she heard every word in my mind, she distinctly said “Dickhead.”
“Ah,” I returned. “What a lucky woman you are. I’m two fucks in one.”
“Back on set, 5 minutes?” she said.
Peyton was an intelligent man, and he knew a cue when he received one, hell he knew that he had given out enough of them in his time. With a nod and a smile he turned to leave, then considered a point that might make Katie feel a bit better.
He left, carefully shutting the door behind him. Bathed in San Diego sunlight, he ambled back to the day job, thinking that when all things were levelled out, spending his days in the company of young women in short skirts wasn”t exactly the worst career he could have chosen.
Katie Holmes intrigued him. Upon meeting he for the first time at auditions, he had naturally assumed that she wasn”t the sharpest tool in the box. Well, if her plans, whatever they may be, worked, then he would gladly retract that oversight.
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The steely eyes that watched Peyton Reed enter the building belonged to the New Jersey native, Kirsten Dunst. Gently tipping the contents of the Evian bottle into her mouth, she realised that her subconscious was trying to tell her something.
Having just witnessed the Director entering the trailer, and leaving a good few minutes later, she knew something was up. Annoyingly though, she didn”t know exactly what it was. And the only reason that irked her? She couldn”t use it to her advantage.
Aiming the now empty bottle at a bin, Kirsten began to follow her director back to the set.
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Katie Holmes, quite literally, dripped with sweat. The temperatures on the West Coast were approaching 35 degrees, and under normal circumstances were too hot for any normal person to go running in.
When she was offered the part though, Peyton warned her to get into serious shape. After spending a month in the company of a professional cheerleading squad to learn the moves, Katie had found that the only way she was going to survive the movie was to keep the fitness level up. Hence, the morning and evening jogs, and the Yoga sessions, courtesy of the film”s choreographer. In truth, Katie couldn”t get into them at all, but she was an open-minded person, and vowed to give it time.
Overcoming the burning in her lungs, Katie wearily walked up the steps of the hotel, and paused as she waited for the receptionist to hand her the room key. Her body began to repay the oxygen debt, and she stood there breathing deeply. As the woman turned to the key rack, Katie surveyed the area in which she stood.
From the start Katie had known the film wasn”t high budget, and Peyton had announced his intention to put “every penny possible” on screen. She had seen his point, and reluctantly agreed that to house the actresses in what might be deemed sub par accommodation for them.
In truth, the hotel was still 4 star, and Katie was happy enough to be there. The room was comfortable, she was allowed a reasonable tab, and it was located near enough to the studio.
Collecting her key, Katie couldn”t help but throw a glance at the bar area. Involuntarily, she stopped her stride for a more detailed surveillance. In truth, she was a little stunned at what she saw. It was just gone eight, and judging by the row of glasses, Eliza Dushku had already consumed more than enough alcohol for one night.
Pulling her hair loose from the confining ponytail, Katie took a complimentary bottle of water from the counter top, broke the seal and began to consume the contents. Eliza”s behaviour worried her a little. Her philosophy on life was that you could never find answers at the bottom of a glass.
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Eliza continued drinking, unaware that she was being watched. Draining yet another glass of finest malt, she signalled the barman for another refill. As he started towards her gingerly, she guessed that he was having doubts about serving her.
“Now!” she said, aggressively.
The man, in his mid twenties, immediately went to the row of liquor bottles on the shelf behind the bar.
Eliza bought her hands together on the bar top, and then rested her chin on them. Tonight was about getting royally hammered. Tomorrow was her first day off in nine, and she was at total breaking point. Every day, being pushed, prodded, taunted. And being able to do nothing about it. Eliza wasn”t stupid. She knew full well that if she took her frustrations out on Kirsten physically the bitch wouldn”t hesitate to press charges. This was the only safe way she could forget about it for one evening.
Using the back of her hand to wipe her eye, Eliza promised herself that she would consume the bar”s entire volume before she went to bed. Just for one night, she reasoned, it would be nice to forget everything that happened last week, and on set three years ago. She knew she wasn”t suicidally depressed or anything like that, but she just couldn”t seem to identify much in the way of happiness at the moment.
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Katie, meanwhile, had run upstairs, showered, and pulled on a conservative skirt and a simple sweater in the space of 10 minutes. Altogether feeling better, she still felt a pang of apprehension as she looked in the mirror. As secret plans went, this one was crap. But it had to work on some level at least. Messing up her hair slightly to give herself a relaxed look, Katie checked the mirror one last time, briefly wondered why she had never been blessed with Eliza like proportions, and ran out of the door.
Arriving at the bar, she was dismayed to see an empty stool, but soon found her target sitting out on the terrace. Her silhouette was highlighted in the impending nightfall.
Ordering her first drink of the evening, Katie pondered exactly what to say. She could see the huge chance of her coming away in a less than flattering light, but there was always a small probability. And she clung to that tightly.
Wordlessly Katie collected the vodka and orange. She knew it was stereotypically feminine, but it was the strongest thing she could drink in comfort. Collecting her thoughts, she strode decisively towards Eliza, stopping only when she knew the other girl had acknowledged her presence.
“Do you mind if I…?” asked Katie, gesticulating to an empty seat.
Eliza waved her free hand in what Katie assumed was an affirmative gesture. The other paw, she now saw, contained a lit cigarette. Katie had always condemned the filthy habit, but she couldn”t see Eliza listening to any constructive criticism tonight.
“Enjoying yourself?” she asked, trying to make conversation.
Eliza just copied her previous gesture, took a long drag of her cigarette, and blew the resulting smoke rings through the cold night air. Katie only just restrained a hack, and hastily took a long drink to clear her throat of the offending smoke. To her surprise, it was Eliza who struck up first.
“Come to stare disapprovingly at me getting smashed?” she said.
“Why do you say that?” asked Katie, half amused. She tilted her head to one side to emphasise her confusion.
Eliza tried to respond with the old “you know what I mean” stare, but Katie only further exaggerated her gesture. Finally giving in, Eliza smiled at her and took another long drag on the stub of a cigarette.
“So, aren”t you meant to be cute little Katie Holmes? Innocent, charming, moral? She asked, making sure she kept her tone light.
Katie couldn”t help but have a little laugh at the question. She”d been trying to kick that image to the curb for so long now that she forgot even to get wound up by the mention of it.
“Not exactly Eliza.” She suddenly remembered a question premeditated from earlier.
“It is Eliza, isn”t it? I mean, you don”t have a nickname or anything? Liza, maybe?
“Eliza will do nicely thank you. How “bout you? Never wanted to become a Kat? She suggested, already knowing the answer.
She didn”t really know her, but she already felt quite comfortable sitting with Katie, almost like two friends just chatting at the end of another long day. If she hadn”t been on a sworn “no relationship” drought at the moment then the young actress might just have been top of her shopping list. She just exuded a calming, trusting aura, exactly what Eliza had wanted from her partner. “And”, Eliza ruefully thought, “exactly what my ex gave me.”
Shutting that particular ex right out of mind, Eliza focused on Katie”s reply.
“Katie isn”t my real name. I mean, it is, but I was christened Katherine.” She explained.
She sensed Eliza wasn”t really with her, and wanted to know why. Usually Katie didn”t like to be nosy, but she wanted to know Eliza, so she just asked her. Eliza at first shrugged, but then decided just to level with her. She got the impression Katie was fairly open-minded anyway.
“Just thinking about ex girlfriends,” she said casually. Seeing Katie”s eyes blink rapidly, she added a rueful smile and a slow nod of the head to emphasise the intended message.
The reaction was a masterstroke of acting by Miss Holmes. In that split second she had decided to appear shocked at Eliza”s revelation, because it was exactly what the younger girl had expected. She already knew of the former Buffy star”s sexuality, but there was no need to reveal that.
There was a pause for a few seconds, as neither lady knew quite what to say. Coldplay”s “Politik” died away from the speakers, to be replaced by another tune. Eliza stared into the haze created by the space heaters, furiously trying to place the opening notes with the song library in her head.
In a flash it came to her, and the next line slipped out involuntarily.
“I don”t want to wait, for our lives to be over, I want to know right now, will it be,” she sang loudly.
Katie laughed. She recognised the old Dawson”s Creek theme tune from the first beat, and briefly wondered if Eliza was a fan. The two shared a look, and then Eliza joined in the laughter, although hers was more based on embarrassment. For the fist time she stole a glace at Katie”s smooth legs, partially revealed by her knee length skirt. She supposed for a girl like her, that item of clothing was daring. Spending the next few seconds exploring the slit on the side, she saw the leg turning towards her, and admired the better view.
By the time she looked up, she was mortified to see Katie”s eyebrows raised, blatantly aware to what she had been doing.
“Fucking hell Katie, I”m sorry… I didn”t mean…” Eliza covered her eyes in a mock gesture.
“Didn”t you?” replied Katie, eyebrows raised still further, enjoying the situation. It looked like she wasn”t even going to have to make Eliza come to her.
Eliza sighed, stubbed the last part of her smoke out, and downed yet another whiskey in one go. Turning to meet Katie”s eyes, she just laughed and shook her head. Staring at her open toed sandals, she made an alcohol induced play.
“What if I was? What are you going to do, little girl?” she jested.
“Nothing,” said Katie casually. “Enough men do it, why shouldn”t you?”
She also had something to add, just a taster to give Eliza some hope.
“Not that I mind you, you know…”she said quietly.
Eliza thought hard, facing an instant decision. Her body had been craving a release for a while now, and in that moment, cute Katie seemed just the one to provide it. She watched the girl stretch in her seat, admiring the way her small breasts jutted firmly from her chest. It was easy to see why Joey Potter was every teenage boys fantasy.
For all the misconceptions, Eliza wasn”t Faith, sexual demon to all that came before her. She knew full well that a killer body didn”t always serve as a passport to whatever you wanted, and she developed the same feelings of fear that everyone else had. With the familiar butterflies jangling, and the taste of smoke making her sick, she said her piece.
“Do you want to go somewhere more private, Katie? It”s just that I don”t like this sort of thing in public.”
Katie shrugged, trying to play everything cool. Eliza rose off her chair, and in one of those crazy drunk moments, aimed three fresh air punches at the space heater. Hearing the laugh from behind her, she continued cavorting around, leaping over two chairs on her way into the hotel.
Katie decided to take the initiative, and directed Eliza to her room. The Californian native didn”t object, instead meekly allowing her to call the lift, then dutifully following her once the appropriate floor had been reached.
Stepping into Katie”s sparse and distinctly average quarters, Eliza took one look round, and in an almost sorrowful voice, protested.
“I thought it was only me that didn”t get a Presidential Suite.”
Katie wasn”t really sure what Eliza”s point was, so remained silent, touring the room while she switched on the various table lamps. Choosing to leave the main light off, she again looked at the tall woman, who was now sitting on the edge of the double bed. She knew Eliza had no defences left in place, and that the next push could knock her over completely. She chose her question carefully.
“Why does she get to you so much?” she asked. Not, “Why do you let her get to you, or why does she hate you?”
Eliza screwed her eyes tightly shut, and then reopened them, trying to make the room stop spinning. Perversely, she only made the problem worse. Even in this state though, she knew that she would say nothing in detail. She tried to answer Katie vaguely.
“It”s just…” she reconsidered. “She”s not like us. She doesn”t have that warmth that nice people do. She”s, professional. That”s all.”
For Eliza, she was just trying to convince herself that the evil was lesser than its physical form. For Katie, that made things clear as mud. As she was on the opposite side of the bed to Eliza, she took the direct route towards her, crawling across the duvet until she was kneeling to the left of the drunk girl.
Eliza felt the presence, and heard the breathing behind her. She didn”t mind at all. Katie was one of the few people she totally trusted, even though she hardly knew her. The voice spoke from behind her, but for all she knew it could be coming from the third dimension.
“She hurts you badly though?” Katie asked gently.
However gently she intended it though, it wasn”t enough. Eliza put her head in her hands, and strangled the sob in the throat. Katie swallowed, forcing the guilt to disappear. She had no intention of creating misery in the poor girl”s mind. From her position kneeling behind Eliza, she slipped a comforting arm around her.
It was the next gesture though, that changed the course of the evening. In total innocence, Katie leaned forward and planted the gentlest of kisses on the crown of Eliza”s head. It wasn”t even a touch, more a deflection of matter. Lingering for just a moment longer than she should have, she admired the scent of lemon and summertime in Eliza”s hair.
Eliza felt the touch, and as it withdrew from her head, it took her common sense with it. Chewing nervously on her bottom lip, as she did whenever she was agitated, she turned around, Katie”s arm on her shoulder feeling like a dead weight.
Staring upwards into the eyes of the brunette, Eliza attempted a moment of carpe diem. Looping her own arms around Katie, she pulled her towards her own face. Their lips touched gently. Eliza felt the elation as Katie stayed in the moment, not trying to pull away. Pushing her luck, she tried to part the soft pair of lips with her tongue. She was eagerly accepted, and for just a few seconds each girl found what they had been seeking all evening.
Reluctantly, Eliza pulled away, relishing the slight taste of strawberries on her tongue. The two looked at each other peacefully, willing the opponent to try again. That was all it remained though, one kiss. Neither girl had the courage to take the moment any further.
The problem was, in essence, complication. It wasn”t that neither girl wanted to continue; it was just that both minds were plagued with questions about the consequences. How? What? Who? Questions with no definite answers, the scourge of mankind. One of the two though, had the intelligence and lust needed to break down the equation.
“I want you.” She simply said.
On this occasion, “want” was a thinly disguised substitute for “need”. With a ferocious passion, Katie threw herself into Eliza again, nearly sending them both to the floor. It needn”t have mattered; the powerful kiss wouldn”t have been broken for a second.
Both girls sensed something deeper than a mere craving for each other, but also decided it could wait. The time for love was later; this was about pure, animal satisfaction.
Katie edged downward, making Eliza”s neck and shoulders her own, giving the soft flesh little nips now and again. The recipient loved it, even telling her so.
“Mmmm, I love it baby, more.” She whispered.
It seemed to Katie that Eliza was in no mood to do anything but to sit back and enjoy. It was fortunate then, that she was in a giving mood. She gently manoeuvred the bigger girl down until she was lying comfortably on the bed. The passion of a few moments ago was still present, but a serene silence now accompanied it as both girls tried to adjust to their new feelings.
Climbing atop Eliza, she surveyed the smile looking at her. The smile grew to breaking point when Katie simply lifted her top over her head, exposing her breasts for the first time. She had carefully neglected to wear a bra to cover just this eventuality.
For Eliza, seeing Katie”s tits swaying in front of her was too much of a carrot to resist. She thrust her hands up, capturing both at once, roughly squeezing them together, and working her fingers over the sensitive flesh. Ever since “The Gift” she had marvelled at the mystery of how a girl of such a small physique could have such an ample package. She intended to enjoy the answer to its maximum.
“Uhhh”, said Katie, the feeling of her hard nipples being caressed took away every thought except pleasure for a moment.
It was one of the hardest things she had ever done, but she smacked Eliza”s hands away from her tits, before staring at her playfully.
“Don”t you have something to show me?” she asked.
Eliza Dushku was only too glad to oblige, and leaned forward to assist Katie in removing her shirt. Pulling the fine fabric over her head, she felt a hand eagerly unsnapping her bra. Wriggling her arms, she freed both of the offending garments at once and joined Katie in the state of semi nakedness.
Katie had secretly coveted a body like Eliza”s, but in the moment of seeing it, tossed that want into the gutter. “What”s the point of having it, when you can play with it?” her mind teased her. She intended to enjoy Eliza to the full, and began by lowering herself to those ample breasts, heaving in front of her.
While Katie”s breasts were not to be sniffed at, Eliza”s rack could turn men into jelly. Large, supple and firm, they just begged and invited to be felt. Katie though, decided to go one better, and went for the cleft between them with her mouth, frantically licking and exploring with her tongue. She felt Eliza wrap her fingers into the depths of her hair, making sure she couldn”t move.
Leaving a trail of wetness around Eliza”s flesh, Katie captured a nipple in her mouth and bit, feeling the reaction as nails dug into her head. Eliza began moaning and wriggling beneath her, and it seemed as if she had gone to maximum arousal in a matter of milliseconds.
Whether by accident or by design, Eliza scissored her legs around the lithe body on top of her, making it clear that she didn”t want the attention her tits were receiving to stop. Katie though, knew that one pleasure had to finish before another could start. Slowing her pace, she slipped a hand below, feeling it being obstructed by Eliza”s skirt.
The former Buffy star though, had returned her grasp to Katie”s breasts, eliciting moans from the girl as she caressed the gorgeous flesh again. She was unaware though, of what was being planned as an offensive on her.
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