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10-24-2007, 03:29 PM
The continuing adventures of Cindy Crawford -
supermodel, mother and celebrity bordello owner. The
way the celebrities behave in these stories is no,
repeat NO, reflection on how they actually carry on
in real life. Send any praise, complaints, or requests
for any celebs in future stories to me at
cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk or onto the message boards.
(The Paula Marshall who JLH mentions near the end is
an American actress who's got a startling number of
shortlived TV series under her belt.)
* * * * * * * * * *
May means a lot of things to a lot of people. For the
English, it's a month that begins and ends with that
wonderful invention, a bank holiday. For Hollywood,
it's the start of that license to print (or lose)
money called the blockbuster season. And for students,
it's the time when exams loom like thunderclouds on
the horizon.
Rhona Mitra's student days were far behind her, but
she was English and in Hollywood, and best of all, she
was what in Cindy Inc. parlance was a "have." At this
time of year, many of the actresses signed up to
either Cindy or Jennifer Lopez's books either "had"
slots in the fall schedule or "had not." And watching
her ladies in action from her office at home, Cindy
Crawford was sorry to see that three of her ladies
"had not." And it was going to affect their work for
days afterwards.
Jennifer Love Hewitt was in her usual Smiley McSmile
mode in the run-up to The Desecration (Kelly Clarkson,
among other ladies working there, wasn't happy about
the "Garfield" movie), and giving a handjob to one
eager, if cheap, journalist around her own age.
"Nadine smelt you on me after the last time," he
explained as she flitted her slim fingers up and down
his prick, playing that fleshy flute as if it was...
well, a flute basically. He wished that he could have
found a way of charging a blowjob to expenses - maybe
if he had interviewed her on location like that guy
had managed with J-Lo's Mandy Moore. But hey, it
wasn't like JLH wasn't doing a good job here; she
wasn't tugging his dick hard enough to pull it off,
just moving along the rod with just enough pressure
while playing with his balls, all the while talking
amiably with him and letting him look down the top of
her dress. It was so nice to be able to drool over
Jennifer Love Hewitt and not have to worry about
getting stuff over himself.
JLH said and did everything right, but she was kind of
glad the guy hadn't wanted him to put his thing in her
mouth. Not that it wasn't nice (it was a bit small,
but it was okay - especially now that she was helping
it get bigger. And bigger. And bigger...); it was just
that it took less effort and concentration to jerk a
guy off than it did to suck him off. She reasoned that
she only needed half her mind to do a good handjob,
which was just as well; the other half was on the bad
news she had gotten about her sitcom pilot not getting
picked up for the new season.
"Tell you what, the next time you come I'll get new
perfume," Jennifer laughed, as the organ continued
swelling under her touch. "What your wife doesn't know
won't hurt her, right?"
"That's what I like about you, Love," the reporter -
one of the few people who still kept calling her by
her former professional name, thanks to his having
been hot for her since her "Kids, Incorporated" days -
managed to say as he felt JLH touching his balls. What
a tingling feeling that girl gave. "So...
understanding," he added, seeing his cock start to
jerk by itself.
"Mmmm... we're getting a gusher!" JLH cried, pumping
at the prick just a bit harder, and thinking that she
should have tried something like this at pilot season.
"Listen - we're not supposed to do this, but I could
finish this in my mouth if you want..."
"I already paid for the hands - "
"Oh, it'll be on the house," the pint-sized brunette
laughed as she saw his cut cockhead starting to drip.
"Plus I really like you..."
"Well..." the reporter HAD to be a nice guy; he
actually stopped to think about getting a free blowjob
from Jennifer Love Hewitt. "Okay."
She wasn't entirely doing it out of the goodness of
her heart; more effort meant less time to think about
the busted sitcom. Still, at least Jessica Simpson's
hadn't made the cut either, she thought to herself as
she opened her mouth and took in the grateful
reporter's excited prick.
* * * * * * * * * *
Things could have been worse, Jessica Simpson thought
as she felt the customer's eyes all over her in her
Daisy Duke costume, hotpants and all. At least
Jennifer Love Hewitt's pilot hadn't made the cut
either. Plus she wasn't in the running for that "Dukes
of Hazzard" movie - Jessica wasn't a brunette and
Daisy Duke had never been the professional airhead
that the Newlywed was, but a lot of the lure was in
her body and damned if she didn't know she had the T
and the A to pull it off. Jessica knew she had a shot,
and it had to be better than that Jessica Sampson (oh,
please) stuff.
Jessica and the customer were bouncing on the bed,
veering wildly from side to side and occasionally
jumping into the air - "YEEEAAAAAHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!!!
That was a close one!" Jessica yelled as they sped
along the imaginary back roads of Hazzard County,
leaving Coltrane in the dust yet again as they turned
into the bushes.
"Didn't think you could drive like that, Daisy!"
"Enos" managed to say as she brought their car to a
stop in some "bushes."
"There's a lot about me you don't know," Jessica
giggled. "You're a sweet guy, but you have to grow up
sometime..." With the two contorting themselves as if
they were still inside the relatively cramped space of
the General Lee, Jessica wriggled herself around down
to the "deputy's" pants, seeing the excited man's face
and hoping he wouldn't be so excited that he'd leave
the white stuff on her face instead of her mouth. "You
sure you don't wanna wait until we get to the hotel?"
"You're a Duke - you got married to me my way, we can
do the first night yours..." the man gurgled. Though
he was supposed to be an innocent virgin, he couldn't
keep from peering down and getting a look at
Daisy/Jessica's bountiful boobage before he felt
Jessica's mouth take in his excited prick.
Even the biggest Alicia Silverstone fan would have to
admit that "bountiful boobage" is not the first thing
that comes to mind when thinking of her. Fortunately,
the milky-skinned blonde made up for it in other
words; and equally fortunately for the man whose
upright erection she was slowly moving her tongue
along, Alicia was accompanied by a woman who was
indeed blessed with big ones. The man's eyes focused
on Rhona Mitra's inviting boobies, waiting to hear her
talk again while she licked down the right side of his
cock - he just LOVED those posh English accents!
Alicia reached the base, and placed his balls in her
mouth, glad that they were big ones; she wouldn't have
to fake ecstasy at playing with them on her tongue.
Even though she had had a feeling that "Miss Match"
wouldn't be back for a second season, it had still hit
her hard when the Peacock swung the axe; what made it
worse was that "Joan of Arcadia" had been on opposite
her at first and gotten its renewal early, and in
between bouts at J-Lo's Amber Tamblyn had never let
her forget it. Ever. Tasting the man's sacs as Rhona
kissed and licked the head before gently starting to
suck, Alicia wasn't looking forward to going into the
field of genuinely temporary employment again. But at
least she was a steady at Cindy Inc. - and anything
was better than "Braceface."
Alicia and Rhona moved like they were part of the
Synchronised Head Team, their heads never cracking
together as they serviced the producer; he studied the
two women, looking forward to when Rhona started
slaving for him in the autumn. No chance of creative
differences with the way she moved her mouth up and
down his cut cock; Rhona had already implied that she
might do some overtime on the show for his benefit.
The way she was gobbling him all the way down to
Alicia's blond, ball-tasting head...
"You know... it's a shame about your show..." he
groaned as the mouths continued. "One of my bosses is
coming by later... he thinks we don't know..."
Alicia let the balls out for a moment to kiss both of
them. Twice.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Sex With Cindy Crawford" hadn't done well in the
ratings when it aired. The executive knew why; at no
point during that well-intentioned special had Cindy
actually stripped off and done the deed. It would have
helped had the tall brunette been stretched alongside
a wall, for instance, one of her long legs extended
high alongside her head while she bent along the wall,
her crotch wide open and ready to be entered. And if
someone - say, a balding man in his late-40s who was
employed by the Alphabet Network - had applied
Gillette shaving cream to Cindy's bush and was
delicately shaving off said hairs (Cindy liked a bit
of covering down there, but he liked it bald; just
this once, she didn't argue), all the better.
And now he was finished; Cindy's freshly-balded snatch
was there, wiped off by his own fair hands. He loved
seeing it all pink and smooth like that; there were
only the teeniest, tiniest buds of hair left, nothing
to get in the way. Cindy moved herself to and fro on
the wall as the executive kissed the soft area around
her cunt - if only a few of his fellow suits
understood the joys of sex with women not young enough
to be their daughters. Smelling her snatch deeply, he
slipped his tongue into her and went where so many had
gone before.
He listened to Cindy's grunts as she kept herself
upright - if the upside of her hefting her
old-enough-to-walk-by-himself son everywhere was that
she was strong enough to hold these positions, let her
carry the kid. And was Cindy actually thrusting back
as she stood there on one leg with her arm against the
wall? He sucked away on her lovebutton, waiting to
feel the box moisten before stuffing his "enormous"
(in his dreams) cock into Cindy, running his hands up
and down her upraised thigh as he licked.
"Tony..." Cindy sighed as she exercised. "...do you
think you could do me a favour?"
"Mmm?"
"Ever wanted to do it with Hewitt?"
The executive came dangerously close to losing his
hardon before he realised she meant the
twenty-something Jennifer Love, not the
eighty-something Don.
* * * * * * * * * *
It was all go that afternoon; Rhona had just finished
wiping off her mouth from the first guy when she had
to prep herself for another one - "Oh, you're joking!"
she groaned. "ANOTHER TV guy? Don't any of them go to
J-Lo's or have mistresses?"
"Some of the mistresses work at J-Lo's," a
just-going-off-duty Vanessa Marcil laughed. "Why do
you think Carmen Electra keeps getting work?"
"That would explain a lot," Rhona agreed. "P.F.
Arnold. well, at least it's not someone else I'm
working with." And she headed to the bathroom to clean
herself; P.F. would be here in about twenty minutes,
and she knew these executives didn't like to mess
about. A quick bath and mouthwash later, and she was
all ready for whatever this businessman wanted to do
to her. She even had her outfits at the ready; she had
thought the first man who wanted to roleplay was up
for a bit of Lara Croft, but he had "Hollow Man" in
mind. Prettied up, she sat in her suite and smiled as
the door opened, letting in P.F.
Rhona's smile wavered for an instant - she didn't
really like women.
"You know," said Penelope Arnold as she took her seat
besides Rhona and rested her hand on her shoulder
affectionately, "I thought I'd have to go to London to
have a crack at you and stay here for some of Gwyneth
- then I got headhunted by the networks and came out
here around the time Gwynnie took up with that wimp
from Coldplay. So now." Penny kissed Rhona's ears and
lips, as the latter tried to pretend that she let
women sleep with her all the time; she nervously
rested her hands on the woman's top, moving her
trembling fingers underneath the dress. The more
assured Penelope stroked Rhona's form lightly,
removing the woman's clothes and talking quietly,
understanding how she felt and putting her at ease.
Soon Rhona was down to her underwear, the executive
stroking her shoulders. "Nice. very nice," Penelope
said soothingly as Rhona undid her top. "So much
better than the others." The still-nervous Rhona
checked out Penelope's chest; she had a good set on
her. Bigger than her own. Summoning up all her acting
talent, she put her hands on her client's chest and
started to play with it, hefting each now-bared breast
and lightly rolling the nipples with her fingers, as
Penelope unclipped Rhona's bra and cast it aside.
"Just a couple of white chicks sitting around
groping," she joked. Sliding her hands down the
ex-Tomb Raider's sides, Penelope pushed one hand down
Rhona's front and the other down the back; she nodded
in approval - she liked it when they were shaved
below. She took Rhona's button between thumb and
forefinger and slowly started to rub it, while
slipping her middle finger in and out of her box;
Rhona felt the lady moving her other hand in little
circles around her ass, while she herself stated
touching Penelope wider.
"Just a moment," she said, and pushed down her
panties, finally naked before the woman. Penelope
leaned forward and kissed Rhona, who pushed her own
jugs forward so that they were touching the exec's;
with their nipples touching, Rhona pushed her hand
between the woman's legs, starting to get into the
spirit of things. The London branch had matched her
with Nell McAndrew, but this woman was much better to
be with - she was actually trying to turn her on as
well instead of expecting Rhona to do all the work.
And now Penelope had Rhona in her arms, gently kissing
her and rubbing her back from top to toe; Rhona heard
the customer's satisfied sigh as she kept handling her
pussy and asshole, and started to send her back down
onto the bed. Penelope's cheerful face glowed even
more as she felt the woman's weight on her, and
positively shone when Miss M turned herself around -
her breasts moved away, but Rhona's bald cunt was
tantalizingly close to her face.
New season pussy was always nice. Penelope clutched
Rhona's tight spheres and brought the woman down, and
put her tongue in her slot as she felt Rhona's mouth
on her own cunt, dabbing around down there as she
greedily returned the favour. The sounds of their
munching blended together, each lady grunting in
satisfaction as they furrowed around inside, Rhona
licking delicately, Penelope more savagely; she shoved
her tongue deeper up Rhona as she prodded her fingers
inside the young woman's butt. Soon Rhona's box was
covered with her kisses and licking, the exec sucking
on her juicy little clit. Rhona nipped Penelope's
thighs, feeling warm and wet between her own, and
becoming more excited about what was between her
customer's. "Ooooohhhh.." She was thinking that she
should pay Penelope for this as she plunged her face
back down, munching more eagerly this time. Up and
down her head flew as she flicked her tongue around
Penelope's muff, feeling the woman's crotch get damper
as she ate, and herself gasping into the cunt for
Penelope to make her come dammit. make this all worth
it. unaware that Penelope herself was doing the same
thing. she had to do all the work. but with someone
who looked like Rhona, it was worth it.
"Come on, you little whore." Penelope growled as she
clutched Rhona's ass. "You want to make Cindy proud,
don't you?"
"I want to make YOU proud." Rhona mumbled as she
prodded her tongue along the walls of Penelope's cunt.
"Mmmmm. fuck me.. Keep fucking me. oooooh fuck it keep
going.. Please oh holyMOTHEROFMERCY YESSSS!!!!" Rhona
clamped her legs around Penelope's head as she felt
the waves and waves of heat shooting through her body
- Penelope had gotten to her, spurring her to keep
lavishing her mouth on the customer, who swallowed the
dampness from Rhona's cunt as she felt herself finally
starting to get warm.
* * * * * * * * * *
".and they call it. Cindy."
Cindy Crawford was used to people making requests when
they were with her, but this was a new one. In all the
time she had been doing this, no one had ever asked
her to do that song from that ad; she herself had
gotten the point and never sung in public since then,
and she had thought no one would bring it up. But that
was TV people for you; Ryan lolled back on his bed,
pumping his cock as the supermodel relived one of the
lowest points of her life without the benefit of
Little Richard.
"I used to do this watching that ad," he explained. "I
really loved it."
"You did?!?" Cindy asked, not helping sounding
pleased. "So this isn't some humiliation thing?"
"Of course not. if I wanted to embarrass someone, I'd
go over to J-Lo's," the lower-level suit answered,
feeling the come dribbling from his prick.
"You guys are weird, you know that?" Cindy laughed.
"I've heard that so often it's lost all meaning."
* * * * * * * * *
Jennifer Love Hewitt flushed her latest diaphragm down
the toilet as she got ready to leave; the first day of
another busy week here, and she still had a couple of
scripts to look at as well. And tomorrow she had
another meeting with some guy from ABC, right here at
Cindy Inc. She wanted to run over to Cindy and thank
her. Again.
* * * * * * * * * *
Twenty-four hours later. The Streets were being pumped
through the sound system - fortunately many of the
ladies there that evening couldn't hear them. From
Mischa Barton entertaining some of her fans to Amy
Acuff entertaining some of hers, it was another busy
night. Not least for Jessica Simpson.
"Well, gee," she said, all wide-eyed and pouting
seductively as she fingered the dildo, "I've never
done this before for anybody before."
"First time for everything," Armstrong told her.
"Well. alright," Jessica said, shyly crouching,
raising her butt in the air as she put her tongue
inside Miss Armstrong's cunt, and pressing the dildo
against her own ass. The woman's snatch didn't taste
anything like tuna or chicken, whatever Armstrong had
joked (and Jessica was getting VERY tired of that
crack being made by half the women she served).
Jessica burrowed in deeper as she probed the rod
around her butt, with Armstrong lolling back and
revelling in the Simpson tongue, while watching the
Texan's prime rump be stroked by the dildo. As Jessica
slid it up and down her crack, the executive reached
down and took hold of her legs. Grabbing tightly, she
started to lift Jessica up, bending her over and
forwards, the blonde tonguing her slot all the while.
"I just. want a . better look." she explained, with
Jessica practically upside down and still munching
away as her buns hovered by Miss Armstrong's face.
Safely held there, Jessica started to wedge the dildo
into her butt, her cries smothered by the exec's
snatch as she stuffed the hard item deeper inside.
"Keep going, Jessie. that's good. keep it." Armstrong
didn't want to talk any more as Jessica's tongue, as
eager to please as the rest of her, started to heat up
her cunt.
"Think your husband. would mind you. sharing your butt
with the viewers?"
Jessica stopped dabbing for just long enough to say
"He doesn't mind it here."
"It's going to happen. you're in the cast."
Jessica kissed Armstrong's clit in delight as she
continued fucking herself in the ass. Cable didn't
give a damn about wardrobe malfunctions, and
Showtime's miniseries "The Unit" promised to be a
biggie. Emmys, watch out.
* * * * * * * * * *
Jennifer Love Hewitt never trusted valets to park her
car, even Cindy Inc. valets. Bringing her car to a
stop in the Reserved For Employees space, she skipped
up the flight of stairs, pretending not to notice the
very old gentleman coming down and the way he checked
out her bosom. "Come again!" she chirped at him.
"It might be sooner than you think," he replied,
storing away Jennifer Love Hewitt's tits for later. As
if tonight's "JAG" being a Catherine Bell-heavy
episode wasn't enough. Unaware of the blessing she'd
given him, JLH entered and winced at hearing the
Streets; she hated that brand of British whine-rock.
"Why do they keep playing this?" she groaned as she
signed in for the evening. "I'm sick of having to
pretend I love this stuff."
"You'd rather hear Ashlee Simpson or Bowling For
Soup?" the lady behind the desk asked.
"Well. yeah, wouldn't you?"
"Of course I would," the lady lied as JLH headed for
the lounge where the women who were on duty went to
relax before or between assignments, if they weren't
wandering the grounds mingling with the customers. She
hoped that it wouldn't be long before Tony came by -
JLH was always at her very best with the first guy of
the evening. "Hey, wait up!"
JLH turned when she heard the receptionist racing
toward her, waving an envelope. "I almost forgot -
you've got a command performance tonight, over in
Malibu."
"What?" she squealed. No, not tonight. Not tonight of
all nights...
"It's the Crusher," the receptionist grinned,
impressed.
"The Crusher? But he never does the same woman twice."
"First time for everything, kiddo. The chopper's
waiting."
"But I've got someone coming specially for me - "
"You get guys every night, JLH," the receptionist
chided. "Scoot."
Jennifer considered pretending she'd suddenly come
down with a previously unknown strain of Hong Kong
flu, then settled for heading for the helicopter. If
the Crusher was anything like last time, she'd be
lucky if she was ready for another guy by morning.
Next Wednesday morning.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Hi, I'm Cindy Crawford, and welcome to Cindy Inc. -
bringing fantasies to life since 1999! Everybody
having a great time?"
The floorshow audience applauded and cheered their
approval as Cindy curtseyed and beamed - she loved a
happy crowd. "Anybody wish they were at J-Lo's?"
Even though Cindy had initiated an offer of a complete
refund if not delighted, no one answered. "Great. I'll
be available all night if you need anything, so I'll
just clear the way for tonight's entertainment -
tonight's OTHER entertainment, I mean - and whatever
you do with the ladies, do it safely. And now, until
the dancers get going, give it up for Maroon 5!"
Cindy let the cheers accompany her offstage, and went
up to her combo office/suite, mentally betting that
her cellphone would go off the very second she got
inside. She won the bet; "Talk to me," she said,
flopping on her bed and sinking a few inches. man,
that's good mattress.
"That guy from the network just arrived," Kelly
Rowland said from the other end. "The one you got to
come back."
"Great! Have you told JLH?"
"I passed her on the way to the chopper; she said - "
"The chopper?" Cindy interrupted.
"Yeah; she's got a command performance tonight. you
didn't know?"
"No," Cindy replied slowly. "No, I didn't."
* * * * * * * * * *
"She was sick?"
"Yeah, can you believe it?" Alicia Silverstone said
sympathetically. "And she was really looking forward
to getting together with you. Anyway," she continued
as she and Tony entered her suite for the evening, "I
hope I'll be a good replacement - I know my boobs
aren't as big as JLH's."
"That won't be a problem," Tony assured her, eyeing
her legs.
* * * * * * * * *
The Crusher lived by the sea, although that was as far
as resemblance to Puff the Magic Dragon went. JLH
loved coming to the beach usually, but now she just
hoped he wouldn't be too quick to get the shoes out -
she didn't want her ass pounded until she got
blisters. Again. The small brunette hopped out of the
chopper as soon as it landed and hurried to the door.
"Yes?" said the professional wrestler who opened it,
and his scowl brightened on seeing who it was. "JENNY!
What brings you around here?"
This threw JLH off course. He sounded like he really
meant it - like he really hadn't expected to see her.
* * * * * * * * * *
Tony cradled Alicia's white stocking-clad legs as she
lay on the chaise longue, smiling coyly at him. She
was naked other than the stockings, which the man's
fingers were roaming up. Her legs were just about the
only thing on his mind - apart from the rest of her
body; he could see her lovely little blonde box there,
but he wouldn't be putting himself in it tonight. His
prick was out and hard as he continued to stroke her
legs, enjoying each slim inch as the music played
softly; he liked a little Astrud Gilberto for
background, and Alicia wasn't one to argue.
While Astrud told all and sundry about how the Girl
from Ipanema went walking, the Boy from Birmingham
(Alabama, that is) went roaming onto Alicia's thighs.
Free from any kind of dress, they were beautiful; he
bent and kissed each one on the inside, and then
gently kneaded each thigh in a little massage before
starting to kiss the right leg from the thigh all the
way down to the toe. He sucked and kissed her feet as
if he was the whore and she was the customer with a
cock that needed emptying badly; Tony tasted each of
Alicia's toes before going over to the other leg and
doing it again, but this time from the foot up. Alicia
wanted to tell him to put his tongue inside her, he
could do it for nothing. but the customer was always
right. "Mmmmmm. nice." she murmured as Tony crept
upwards, running his tongue along her thighs until
he'd reached the top. Then he took his hard cock in
hand and started to rub it on her legs.
Alicia was more used to having cocks slapping around
her face than around her legs, and though she was a
vegetarian she wouldn't have said no to this
particular cut of meat. But there was Tony, sliding
his cock up and down her limbs and moving it around
her feet; the guy pulled the foreskin over one of
Alicia's toes and gently rubbed, getting closer so he
could feel her toe on the tip of his cock. Alicia
moved the other foot closer and rolled it along the
shaft, and Tony's eyes lit up; she knew where he was
coming from. She moved her remaining foot away from
Tony's prick and then brought it back, now next to the
prick; Alicia had it inside the oval her feet made,
and felt slightly uncomfortable because the bases of
her feet were touching, more or less turning her legs
into a parallelogram. Tony either didn't notice or
didn't care; with his prick inside the "cunt" Alicia's
feet made, he began to pump between the feet, keeping
her hands moving along her calves, thrusting along
with tight little strokes. Not a sign of a hair bud,
thank goodness - all smooth as silk; she knew what he
liked. Tony grinned at Alicia as he felt her heels
pressing on his prick; she kept moving her feet as he
shoved between them, thinking this position had a plus
- her box was more open, and with the view he had
maybe he'd want a bit extra.?
Tony's cock was beginning to drip, a little stream
dropping onto the sheets. With his hands rubbing
Alicia's legs so hard they were about to catch fire,
he tugged his cock out from between her feet and aimed
it at her calves - with loud grunts he pumped out his
come-streams along Alicia's right leg, groaning in
pleasure as the white cream trailed up it. To his
delight, Tony found he had enough for the other leg;
not to Alicia's delight, he still didn't want her
pussy.
* * * * * * * * * *
Early evening and the traffic was starting to build up
- Jennifer Love Hewitt laughed like a lunatic, flying
as she was in the helicopter high above it all. At
least it wouldn't be long before she was back on base,
and the Crusher had been really understanding; she
might be able to pull this night out of the fire yet.
Her cellphone sang; it was the boss. "Hi!" she sang
herself into it.
"It's usually you calling me, isn't it?" Cindy said.
"Who told you you were off-property tonight?"
"Esther gave me the details almost as soon as I got
in. there must have been a screwup at your end -
please don't fire me!"
"Not going to happen, Love. It WAS at my end; you've
been tricked."
"Why would Esther go and do that?"
"I don't think it was Esther," Cindy told her, as
Alicia kissed Tony goodnight. She understood why he
didn't want the full fucking; his wife would never in
a million years let him fuck her legs (she didn't even
like showing them, and never understood his fetish -
the woman also never had sex with the lights on, but
that was a whole other story). Plus Tony hated condoms
and didn't want any loose children around the place,
so little things like this were the only option for
him. That, and the pictures he took of Alicia flashing
said legs on his phone for added inspiration; she
didn't usually like posing for shots like this, but
she didn't mind in this case, not with the tip he had
tacked on in exchange for some extra service.
* * * * * * * *
"I hope we can get together again soon," Penelope said
as she watched Rhona dress. "It would really put my
son's nose out of joint if he knew I was here - he
keeps trying to come here. I keep telling him not
until he's 18. As if he really can't wait another
three months."
"Any particular women he's interested in?" Rhona asked
hopefully.
"He likes American girls," Penelope said ruefully.
"Now now, none of that," Rhona tut-tutted with a
little chuckle. "When in Rome. plus half the men who
hit on me around here give me the old
'I-just-love-your-accent' line."
"I wouldn't mind so much, except he likes blondes the
most. He got that from his father," Penelope added. "I
suppose they're all right once in a while. Like the
one I was with earlier - one of his fantasy harem,
that Jessica Simpson."
Just thinking about it made Penelope Armstrong-Arnold
laugh.
* * * * * * * * *
Alicia Silverstone finished fluffing herself; it
helped her to come down after a session. And it passed
the time until she was sure that Hewitt was back on
the premises; she was in the mood for some gloating.
Too bad she couldn't see the girl's face right now,
she thought as she threw open the door - and saw the
girl's face. And the boss's.
And they both looked a LOT less pleased than Tony.
* * * * * * * * *
"What can I get you ladies?" the bartender asked the
newest arrivals.
"A time machine. And a Dr. Pepper with vodka,"
Jennifer Love Hewitt sighed as she settled down in the
Cindy Inc lounge, ears assaulted by the Streets again.
"And a ticket to England so I can shoot these guys."
"You're going there in a few weeks anyway, aren't
you?" the bartender said, sloshing out her drink. "And
give them one for me as well - these guys must be
British revenge for nu-metal."
JLH downed it in one go, and gave the man the glass -
"Same again."
"Whatever she's having, same here," Jessica Simpson
said, plumping her prime Texan rump down alongside
Jennifer. "I can't believe that girl."
"Alicia screwed you too?"
"Not yet," the blonde giggled before her mood changed.
"I meant that woman I was with earlier - she did Rhona
Mitra as well, and Rhona just told me that she was
giving me a line about putting me in 'The Unit.'
Pillow talk from one Brit to another, Rhona said. Not
even a cameo. she just wanted to get me into bed!"
"And that's a surprise because.?"
"Yeah, I know. It's just that you don't expect this
kind of thing from women, you know?"
"You're so trusting, Jessie."
"Don't give me that - I heard about you and Alicia."
"What about you and Alicia?" the bartender asked.
"Private conversation here, you mind?" Jessica
snapped.
"No, it's okay. Alicia went and hijacked the guy I
was supposed to meet - left phony instructions from
Cindy when she signed in, and then the girl goes and
tells me what happened. The nerve."
"How come she told you?"
"Because she got what she wanted," Jennifer said
bitterly before swallowing her second drink. "Alicia's
gotten him to keep coming back; that's good business
for us - and good for her, because he's not picking my
show up for fall. 'If I'm not on TV in September,
neither are you' - that's what she said. The little
fuck."
"Doesn't say much for him - not even getting swayed by
pussy," Jessica sighed, tasting her drink and wincing.
"So no new shows for us after all," Jennifer sighed.
"Even worse than Paula Marshall Syndrome. Call it the
end of season blues."
"It won't last long," Jessica replied. "We'll get some
more stuff soon. And we've still got movies."
"To the Crusher," Jennifer added, having a third
drink.
"How come?"
"Cindy didn't fire Alicia for that little stunt - she
sent her over to the guy. Alicia's spending the night
there. On the house."
Jessica chuckled - she too knew what the guy could be
like. "Like you said - to the Crusher," she said as
the two toasted and tossed back.
* * * * * * * * *
"Is there anyone you ladies haven't done?" Jessica's
driver asked as he stopped CINDY1 outside the British
Embassy.
"Not the current President," the blonde chuckled.
"He's more of a J-Lo person himself. Now his daughters
on the other hand..." And she drew a finger across her
mouth in a zipping motion before he could ask her to
break confidence, and bid him farewell.
"We've been expecting you, Miss Simpson," said the
officer who greeted her. "If you'll just follow me."
"I can't believe you actually let this kind of thing
happen here," Jessica smiled as they headed to the
first floor.
"You're hardly the first one," he said knowingly.
"Some very important people have taken advantage of
this home away from home."
"Like? Oh, come on - it won't leave these walls."
Inside the director's office, Brian Armstrong tried
for the fourth time to not look like he was nervous;
the day he had gotten the message from Cindy Inc. that
someone had arranged for him to meet Jessica Simpson
he had been dripping with sweat non-stop, especially
with the "Not a word to the mother" condition
attached. Like he'd tell his mother about this. Even
if she was only going to talk to him for a few
minutes, it would be worth it - mum didn't like to
introduce him to celebrities, even ones who worked on
shows on her network, so this was a step up for him.
As he settled down in his chair, he just wondered why
they had to meet here of all places. Why the need for
secrecy and all that.
".and his wife as well? Wow." Jessica crossed her
heart and hoped to die as she told the official she
wouldn't say a word, and once the introductions were
out of the way, the official left the room to the two
of them.
"What was that about?" Brian asked, his eyes running
up and down Jessica's fine frame.
"Shop talk. now, you're Brian, right? Penelope's son?"
"How'd you know my mother's - "
"We've met," she replied with a little wink. "And I
know she'd never let you into Cindy Inc. so I thought
I'd bring Cindy Inc. to you. Part of it, anyway."
Brian gaped at her. "But. why here?"
"Because technically this is British soil, so it's not
like you're underage around here, right? Plus it's not
like it's the first time we ladies have been here."
Brian leant forward, and Jessica did the zipping thing
again. Then she did the unzipping thing, only slower
and with her trousers this time; he'd leaned forward
in "Tell me more, tell me more" mode, but when she
lowered her trousers he switched over to "You're the
one that I want." Ooh, ooh, ooh. Jessica saw the lad's
face light up (she knew a blush when she saw it, and
that was no blush) as she stood there bottomless, legs
apart and her blond fuzz tempting him. "Shouldn't I
get naked too?" he asked, praying that his rock-hard
cock wasn't poking through his trousers.
"Only if you want to - we're here to do what you
want," Jessica replied, lifting her jumper over her
head and liberating her puppies. What Brian wanted was
to fuck her, her sister and even her mother (luckily
for him, he had no idea that someone else had already
experienced that menage a quatre at Cindy Inc.;
luckily for the Simpson women, neither did Joe
Simpson), but in the meantime he had the future Daisy
Duke's boobies to play with. Brian had a bet with his
uncle that her breasts were fake... as he touched
them, he knew that his uncle owed him $50.
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy kissed Kaia goodnight, made a mental note to
gently persuade Presley to start walking more (he was
five years old for goodness' sake), and left her
daughter's bedroom. She was glad that her children
wouldn't be about to disturb her; it was one of those
nights. Those nights being when Cindy had one of her
ladies over for what she euphemistically called
"business."
Presley was already asleep, so he had no idea that
Jennifer Love Hewitt was peeking into his room and
taking a look at Cindy's firstborn. "Oh, he is such a
cutie!" she giggled. "He's going to be breaking some
hearts when he gets older."
"Don't remind him," Cindy chided as she escorted JLH
away. "I don't want him chasing the girls yet - let
him hate them for a year or two like normal boys."
"Maybe I could come over and babysit?" she suggested
as they went downstairs en route to the back. "I could
always use the work..."
"Cheer up. I've got a surprise for you."
"I know what I'm here for," JLH grinned. Many of the
women at Cindy Inc. visited the boss at least once,
some of them twice. Sooner or later it would have been
her turn...
"I was talking about the network," Cindy explained as
the two women, now out in the warm night air, started
to undress as they approached the pool. "You know I
was with that guy from ABC the other day... nice set
you've got there."
"Thanks," Jennifer replied as her breasts felt the
night air. "What about Tony? I know he got screwed by
Alicia... [peered around behind Cindy] ...that's a
really cute ass."
"Thanks," Cindy said, flinging her thong panties to
one side before finishing the journey to the pool
stark naked. "We worked out a deal... your pilot can't
make fall, but there's a chance it'll be slotted in
for midseason. And those legs better be around me."
"Thanks..." JLH said in delight, jumping into the
water and embracing the boss. "And they will be."
* * * * * * * * * *
Brian spread his hands over Jessica's generous rack;
he was too excited for the moment to do more than
fondle. Jessica had her hands on his chest, but she
was moving down him gradually. "Any. er. any record
people done this?" he asked.
"Hey, I was a good girl!" Jessica lied. "I didn't need
to show them off back then." and she patted Brian's
stomach. At least he was flat, unlike his mother. As
Brian began kissing her boobs, she finally put her
hands into his trousers, smiling as she felt his
swelling snake; between his sighs as he tasted her
nipples, Jessica liberated the python from its cage
and started to give it a massage.
Kissing the top of his head, Jessica cradled it
between her jugs as she kept stroking, pumping the
cock as it got to its hardest. She kept kissing him as
she gently pulled his head out of her bosom, feeling
his body and getting him ready for her mouth. Brian's
throbbing cock was starting to drip onto her jerking
hand; catching the first drops, she licked them off
her palm and winked at him in approval. "Not bad," she
breathed, and slid down below for more.
"A lovely cut of British beef there, don't'cha know?"
Jessica cracked, putting on the worst English accent
in living memory.
"All Grade A USDA-approved, little lady," Brian
replied with the worst American accent in living
memory.
Jessica closed her lips around Brian's uncut cock,
pleased that it was better than his acting; she worked
it down her throat as she sucked away, absolutely
determined to make his time here good. She was glad he
didn't have hairy balls either; the less distractions
as she worked the better. Jessica licked the top of
Brian's cock as if it was an ice cream cone and felt
him quiver with delight before moving her head down
the meat again. Brian clutched the edge of the desk as
he felt her head bobbing up and down along his prick,
wanting her tongue to keep curling on it forever, and
feeling himself starting to drip down her throat.
"Mmmmm," she said approvingly through the mouthful of
prick, continuing to suck on him as he felt her hair,
and looking right into those brown eyes of hers. She
had the kind of face you didn't expect to find several
inches of penis next to, which made it even nicer...
Jessica pulled herself back slo-o-o-o-o-o-wly,
flicking her tongue on his bright shining cock one
last time. "You don't want to lose it all at once, do
you?" she asked sweetly.
Brian just shook his head as she wrapped him in her
arms and they rolled onto the desk, with her on top.
JLH was also on top of Cindy in the pool, the two
brunettes over on the shallow end. Jennifer was
dripping, but it was from Cindy's long experienced
fingers spread deep inside her pussy while the younger
woman squeezed her boss's boobs, making the nipples
even harder than the night air. "Any voyeurs?"
Jennifer asked as she kissed each of Cindy's tits and
felt the supermodel's fingertips going deeper inside
her.
"One or two," Cindy admitted. "Mostly police
helicopters."
"None tonight, right?"
"We hear one, we just go under."
"Speaking of which..." and the pint-sized JLH slid
under the surface of the pool, only her arms still
visible on Cindy's chest. Anyone passing by a few
moments later would have heard a loud howling at the
moon; either "Law & Order" was about to end or Cindy
Crawford was getting head from Jennifer Love Hewitt.
JLH loved eating the boss; Cindy's pussy was as tasty
as ever, and now that she kept it shaved it was even
nicer. Bubbles popping the surface as she breathed out
in short bursts, Jennifer probed her tongue inside
Cindy's slot, lavishing her mouth all over it. Cindy
was so beautiful and so hot. JLH moved her hands down
under the surface and shoved them between her own
legs, hoping she wouldn't run out of air before she
finished. Still tasting Cindy's button and cuntlips,
Jennifer began to fondle her own tight little snatch,
letting herself float just under the surface; she was
feeling as if she was flying, with the joy she was
feeling between her legs and on her mouth.
Cindy threw her head back as she felt JLH's tongue
lolling her clit on the tip; breathing hard, she began
to stroke her breasts in delight, excitedly tweaking
the nipples and squeezing the mammaries as she jerked
around in the water, casting glances at Jenny's
refracted body as her employee just kept tasting and
the bubbles kept building up - she couldn't stay down
there much longer. But she had gotten the job done.
"Mmmmmmm.. Mmmmmmaaaaaaaaa.. Uhhhhhh.." Cindy groaned
as she grabbed herself eagerly, begging for JLH to eat
her all up.Cindy's legs kicked around in the shallows
as she screamed Jennifer Love Hewitt's name, her cunt
moistening on her lover's mouth. The water erupted
around her as the actress broke the surface and kissed
Cindy deeply on the lips, her hands still between her
legs. "Couldn't hold it. any longer." JLH gasped.
"You weren't. finished." Cindy managed to say, tracing
a finger between JLH's tits and down under the
surface. Cindy spread her fingers into the
girl-woman's cunt, and the two began to wank in
harmony. Seeing her boss's warm, smiling face as the
fingers intertwined with her own, Jennifer told
herself she'd get Cindy a guest shot if she got a
midseason slot.. Cindy earned it.
Up in his room, an awakened Presley wondered why his
mommy was shouting outside.
* * * * * * * * * *
Like many a secretary/maid/whatever with her boss,
Jessica Simpson was bent over the desk. Behind her,
Brian finished eagerly rubbing his erection over her
well-shaped behind and took the cream in hand, trying
not to tremble as he slathered it over and inside the
buns. Jessica could feel his excitement; survey says
out of 100 guys who butt-fucked her and said they'd
never done this before, 32 were telling the truth.
"Don't you ever get tired of watching? You guys
already had your turn!" she laughed as she felt Brian
clutching her cheeks and spreading them.
"I like to check out the competition," Ashlee said,
relaxing on the couch.
"I like to keep an eye on my girls," Tina added, an
arm around Ashlee like the proud parent she was. The
two equally naked Simpsons watched with pride as the
guy they had both just enjoyed pushed his rod up
Jessica's back entrance, wincing as he thrust a bit
too fast - Jessica clutched the desk harder and
gritted her teeth as it jammed inside. Brian loved
slamming against Jessica's warm, firm butt, and the
knowledge that cute behinds ran in that family (he had
been thrilled to see that even her mother had a nice
one) made the rest of the evening something to look
forward to. He built up the pace, his nerve vanishing
to be replaced by more and more lust, pinching
Jessica's butt as he drove in and out of it.
"Know. what I. like best about this?" Jessica panted
as she started to wiggle her ass around while he
pumped.
"What.?"
"I. charged this. to your mom's. expense account."
* * * * * * * * * *
"Welcome to Cindy Inc.," Cindy herself said to the
first of the evening's customers. "You wanted that
triple, right?"
"You bet," said the producer. "First of the night."
"Just follow me," she said. "Always glad to serve the
suits."
A busy night tonight, from the two Grahams (Heather
and Lauren) to Katie Holmes persuading punters to
forgive and forget about "First Daughter," but for the
time being there were just three women on their minds;
Cindy ushered the network-affiliated producer into her
chosen suite, where the ladies were waiting. Reclining
on the bed were a leotard-clad Rhona, a Daisy
Duke-clad Jessica (by special request; with the word
out that she had the role, a lot of people wanted her
in that garb) and a T-shirt and jeans-clad Jennifer
Love Hewitt, the happiest of the trio. "Treat him
nice, ladies. have fun," Cindy smiled as she left
them.
"Count on it," JLH called after her, beaming even more
than usual; the PR system wasn't playing The Streets.
They were playing Usher, but at least they weren't
playing The Streets.
* * * * * * * * * *
Keith and Nancy Tyler, like a lot of "Friends"
viewers, had their own (non-laminated) lists of five
celebrities they were allowed to sleep with if they
ever got to meet them. Though Keith liked to think he
was equal with his wife, he was as happy as a pig in
shit when he heard about Cindy Inc. opening; he wasn't
the only one with such a list to hit the place, but he
was one of only three customers ever to actually come
close to banging all five picks - he'd fulfilled a
long-time fantasy by fucking Kelly Garrett (aka Jaclyn
Smith, during '70s Night), he'd scored with Cameron
Diaz not long afterwards, and he had left his No. 4,
Jennifer Aniston, a huge tip because of his guilt at
having to go across town to J-Lo's in order to pork
Heather Locklear (his No. 3).
And now, tonight, he was going to cross off Cindy
Crawford's name - the madame herself was no. 5. As he
headed upstairs, he saw a guy who couldn't be older
than 17 walking by him eagerly; probably hoping to get
at one of the younger women there tonight. Keith
couldn't blame him; he had it bad for the likes of
Christie Brinkley when he was the kid's age. "So who
are you looking for tonight?" he couldn't help asking.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Dennis
replied.
"Try me."
Dennis figured that a guy his age would understand if
he confessed that he was here to give it to Christie
Brinkley.
supermodel, mother and celebrity bordello owner. The
way the celebrities behave in these stories is no,
repeat NO, reflection on how they actually carry on
in real life. Send any praise, complaints, or requests
for any celebs in future stories to me at
cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk or onto the message boards.
(The Paula Marshall who JLH mentions near the end is
an American actress who's got a startling number of
shortlived TV series under her belt.)
* * * * * * * * * *
May means a lot of things to a lot of people. For the
English, it's a month that begins and ends with that
wonderful invention, a bank holiday. For Hollywood,
it's the start of that license to print (or lose)
money called the blockbuster season. And for students,
it's the time when exams loom like thunderclouds on
the horizon.
Rhona Mitra's student days were far behind her, but
she was English and in Hollywood, and best of all, she
was what in Cindy Inc. parlance was a "have." At this
time of year, many of the actresses signed up to
either Cindy or Jennifer Lopez's books either "had"
slots in the fall schedule or "had not." And watching
her ladies in action from her office at home, Cindy
Crawford was sorry to see that three of her ladies
"had not." And it was going to affect their work for
days afterwards.
Jennifer Love Hewitt was in her usual Smiley McSmile
mode in the run-up to The Desecration (Kelly Clarkson,
among other ladies working there, wasn't happy about
the "Garfield" movie), and giving a handjob to one
eager, if cheap, journalist around her own age.
"Nadine smelt you on me after the last time," he
explained as she flitted her slim fingers up and down
his prick, playing that fleshy flute as if it was...
well, a flute basically. He wished that he could have
found a way of charging a blowjob to expenses - maybe
if he had interviewed her on location like that guy
had managed with J-Lo's Mandy Moore. But hey, it
wasn't like JLH wasn't doing a good job here; she
wasn't tugging his dick hard enough to pull it off,
just moving along the rod with just enough pressure
while playing with his balls, all the while talking
amiably with him and letting him look down the top of
her dress. It was so nice to be able to drool over
Jennifer Love Hewitt and not have to worry about
getting stuff over himself.
JLH said and did everything right, but she was kind of
glad the guy hadn't wanted him to put his thing in her
mouth. Not that it wasn't nice (it was a bit small,
but it was okay - especially now that she was helping
it get bigger. And bigger. And bigger...); it was just
that it took less effort and concentration to jerk a
guy off than it did to suck him off. She reasoned that
she only needed half her mind to do a good handjob,
which was just as well; the other half was on the bad
news she had gotten about her sitcom pilot not getting
picked up for the new season.
"Tell you what, the next time you come I'll get new
perfume," Jennifer laughed, as the organ continued
swelling under her touch. "What your wife doesn't know
won't hurt her, right?"
"That's what I like about you, Love," the reporter -
one of the few people who still kept calling her by
her former professional name, thanks to his having
been hot for her since her "Kids, Incorporated" days -
managed to say as he felt JLH touching his balls. What
a tingling feeling that girl gave. "So...
understanding," he added, seeing his cock start to
jerk by itself.
"Mmmm... we're getting a gusher!" JLH cried, pumping
at the prick just a bit harder, and thinking that she
should have tried something like this at pilot season.
"Listen - we're not supposed to do this, but I could
finish this in my mouth if you want..."
"I already paid for the hands - "
"Oh, it'll be on the house," the pint-sized brunette
laughed as she saw his cut cockhead starting to drip.
"Plus I really like you..."
"Well..." the reporter HAD to be a nice guy; he
actually stopped to think about getting a free blowjob
from Jennifer Love Hewitt. "Okay."
She wasn't entirely doing it out of the goodness of
her heart; more effort meant less time to think about
the busted sitcom. Still, at least Jessica Simpson's
hadn't made the cut either, she thought to herself as
she opened her mouth and took in the grateful
reporter's excited prick.
* * * * * * * * * *
Things could have been worse, Jessica Simpson thought
as she felt the customer's eyes all over her in her
Daisy Duke costume, hotpants and all. At least
Jennifer Love Hewitt's pilot hadn't made the cut
either. Plus she wasn't in the running for that "Dukes
of Hazzard" movie - Jessica wasn't a brunette and
Daisy Duke had never been the professional airhead
that the Newlywed was, but a lot of the lure was in
her body and damned if she didn't know she had the T
and the A to pull it off. Jessica knew she had a shot,
and it had to be better than that Jessica Sampson (oh,
please) stuff.
Jessica and the customer were bouncing on the bed,
veering wildly from side to side and occasionally
jumping into the air - "YEEEAAAAAHHHHOOOOOOOOO!!!!
That was a close one!" Jessica yelled as they sped
along the imaginary back roads of Hazzard County,
leaving Coltrane in the dust yet again as they turned
into the bushes.
"Didn't think you could drive like that, Daisy!"
"Enos" managed to say as she brought their car to a
stop in some "bushes."
"There's a lot about me you don't know," Jessica
giggled. "You're a sweet guy, but you have to grow up
sometime..." With the two contorting themselves as if
they were still inside the relatively cramped space of
the General Lee, Jessica wriggled herself around down
to the "deputy's" pants, seeing the excited man's face
and hoping he wouldn't be so excited that he'd leave
the white stuff on her face instead of her mouth. "You
sure you don't wanna wait until we get to the hotel?"
"You're a Duke - you got married to me my way, we can
do the first night yours..." the man gurgled. Though
he was supposed to be an innocent virgin, he couldn't
keep from peering down and getting a look at
Daisy/Jessica's bountiful boobage before he felt
Jessica's mouth take in his excited prick.
Even the biggest Alicia Silverstone fan would have to
admit that "bountiful boobage" is not the first thing
that comes to mind when thinking of her. Fortunately,
the milky-skinned blonde made up for it in other
words; and equally fortunately for the man whose
upright erection she was slowly moving her tongue
along, Alicia was accompanied by a woman who was
indeed blessed with big ones. The man's eyes focused
on Rhona Mitra's inviting boobies, waiting to hear her
talk again while she licked down the right side of his
cock - he just LOVED those posh English accents!
Alicia reached the base, and placed his balls in her
mouth, glad that they were big ones; she wouldn't have
to fake ecstasy at playing with them on her tongue.
Even though she had had a feeling that "Miss Match"
wouldn't be back for a second season, it had still hit
her hard when the Peacock swung the axe; what made it
worse was that "Joan of Arcadia" had been on opposite
her at first and gotten its renewal early, and in
between bouts at J-Lo's Amber Tamblyn had never let
her forget it. Ever. Tasting the man's sacs as Rhona
kissed and licked the head before gently starting to
suck, Alicia wasn't looking forward to going into the
field of genuinely temporary employment again. But at
least she was a steady at Cindy Inc. - and anything
was better than "Braceface."
Alicia and Rhona moved like they were part of the
Synchronised Head Team, their heads never cracking
together as they serviced the producer; he studied the
two women, looking forward to when Rhona started
slaving for him in the autumn. No chance of creative
differences with the way she moved her mouth up and
down his cut cock; Rhona had already implied that she
might do some overtime on the show for his benefit.
The way she was gobbling him all the way down to
Alicia's blond, ball-tasting head...
"You know... it's a shame about your show..." he
groaned as the mouths continued. "One of my bosses is
coming by later... he thinks we don't know..."
Alicia let the balls out for a moment to kiss both of
them. Twice.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Sex With Cindy Crawford" hadn't done well in the
ratings when it aired. The executive knew why; at no
point during that well-intentioned special had Cindy
actually stripped off and done the deed. It would have
helped had the tall brunette been stretched alongside
a wall, for instance, one of her long legs extended
high alongside her head while she bent along the wall,
her crotch wide open and ready to be entered. And if
someone - say, a balding man in his late-40s who was
employed by the Alphabet Network - had applied
Gillette shaving cream to Cindy's bush and was
delicately shaving off said hairs (Cindy liked a bit
of covering down there, but he liked it bald; just
this once, she didn't argue), all the better.
And now he was finished; Cindy's freshly-balded snatch
was there, wiped off by his own fair hands. He loved
seeing it all pink and smooth like that; there were
only the teeniest, tiniest buds of hair left, nothing
to get in the way. Cindy moved herself to and fro on
the wall as the executive kissed the soft area around
her cunt - if only a few of his fellow suits
understood the joys of sex with women not young enough
to be their daughters. Smelling her snatch deeply, he
slipped his tongue into her and went where so many had
gone before.
He listened to Cindy's grunts as she kept herself
upright - if the upside of her hefting her
old-enough-to-walk-by-himself son everywhere was that
she was strong enough to hold these positions, let her
carry the kid. And was Cindy actually thrusting back
as she stood there on one leg with her arm against the
wall? He sucked away on her lovebutton, waiting to
feel the box moisten before stuffing his "enormous"
(in his dreams) cock into Cindy, running his hands up
and down her upraised thigh as he licked.
"Tony..." Cindy sighed as she exercised. "...do you
think you could do me a favour?"
"Mmm?"
"Ever wanted to do it with Hewitt?"
The executive came dangerously close to losing his
hardon before he realised she meant the
twenty-something Jennifer Love, not the
eighty-something Don.
* * * * * * * * * *
It was all go that afternoon; Rhona had just finished
wiping off her mouth from the first guy when she had
to prep herself for another one - "Oh, you're joking!"
she groaned. "ANOTHER TV guy? Don't any of them go to
J-Lo's or have mistresses?"
"Some of the mistresses work at J-Lo's," a
just-going-off-duty Vanessa Marcil laughed. "Why do
you think Carmen Electra keeps getting work?"
"That would explain a lot," Rhona agreed. "P.F.
Arnold. well, at least it's not someone else I'm
working with." And she headed to the bathroom to clean
herself; P.F. would be here in about twenty minutes,
and she knew these executives didn't like to mess
about. A quick bath and mouthwash later, and she was
all ready for whatever this businessman wanted to do
to her. She even had her outfits at the ready; she had
thought the first man who wanted to roleplay was up
for a bit of Lara Croft, but he had "Hollow Man" in
mind. Prettied up, she sat in her suite and smiled as
the door opened, letting in P.F.
Rhona's smile wavered for an instant - she didn't
really like women.
"You know," said Penelope Arnold as she took her seat
besides Rhona and rested her hand on her shoulder
affectionately, "I thought I'd have to go to London to
have a crack at you and stay here for some of Gwyneth
- then I got headhunted by the networks and came out
here around the time Gwynnie took up with that wimp
from Coldplay. So now." Penny kissed Rhona's ears and
lips, as the latter tried to pretend that she let
women sleep with her all the time; she nervously
rested her hands on the woman's top, moving her
trembling fingers underneath the dress. The more
assured Penelope stroked Rhona's form lightly,
removing the woman's clothes and talking quietly,
understanding how she felt and putting her at ease.
Soon Rhona was down to her underwear, the executive
stroking her shoulders. "Nice. very nice," Penelope
said soothingly as Rhona undid her top. "So much
better than the others." The still-nervous Rhona
checked out Penelope's chest; she had a good set on
her. Bigger than her own. Summoning up all her acting
talent, she put her hands on her client's chest and
started to play with it, hefting each now-bared breast
and lightly rolling the nipples with her fingers, as
Penelope unclipped Rhona's bra and cast it aside.
"Just a couple of white chicks sitting around
groping," she joked. Sliding her hands down the
ex-Tomb Raider's sides, Penelope pushed one hand down
Rhona's front and the other down the back; she nodded
in approval - she liked it when they were shaved
below. She took Rhona's button between thumb and
forefinger and slowly started to rub it, while
slipping her middle finger in and out of her box;
Rhona felt the lady moving her other hand in little
circles around her ass, while she herself stated
touching Penelope wider.
"Just a moment," she said, and pushed down her
panties, finally naked before the woman. Penelope
leaned forward and kissed Rhona, who pushed her own
jugs forward so that they were touching the exec's;
with their nipples touching, Rhona pushed her hand
between the woman's legs, starting to get into the
spirit of things. The London branch had matched her
with Nell McAndrew, but this woman was much better to
be with - she was actually trying to turn her on as
well instead of expecting Rhona to do all the work.
And now Penelope had Rhona in her arms, gently kissing
her and rubbing her back from top to toe; Rhona heard
the customer's satisfied sigh as she kept handling her
pussy and asshole, and started to send her back down
onto the bed. Penelope's cheerful face glowed even
more as she felt the woman's weight on her, and
positively shone when Miss M turned herself around -
her breasts moved away, but Rhona's bald cunt was
tantalizingly close to her face.
New season pussy was always nice. Penelope clutched
Rhona's tight spheres and brought the woman down, and
put her tongue in her slot as she felt Rhona's mouth
on her own cunt, dabbing around down there as she
greedily returned the favour. The sounds of their
munching blended together, each lady grunting in
satisfaction as they furrowed around inside, Rhona
licking delicately, Penelope more savagely; she shoved
her tongue deeper up Rhona as she prodded her fingers
inside the young woman's butt. Soon Rhona's box was
covered with her kisses and licking, the exec sucking
on her juicy little clit. Rhona nipped Penelope's
thighs, feeling warm and wet between her own, and
becoming more excited about what was between her
customer's. "Ooooohhhh.." She was thinking that she
should pay Penelope for this as she plunged her face
back down, munching more eagerly this time. Up and
down her head flew as she flicked her tongue around
Penelope's muff, feeling the woman's crotch get damper
as she ate, and herself gasping into the cunt for
Penelope to make her come dammit. make this all worth
it. unaware that Penelope herself was doing the same
thing. she had to do all the work. but with someone
who looked like Rhona, it was worth it.
"Come on, you little whore." Penelope growled as she
clutched Rhona's ass. "You want to make Cindy proud,
don't you?"
"I want to make YOU proud." Rhona mumbled as she
prodded her tongue along the walls of Penelope's cunt.
"Mmmmm. fuck me.. Keep fucking me. oooooh fuck it keep
going.. Please oh holyMOTHEROFMERCY YESSSS!!!!" Rhona
clamped her legs around Penelope's head as she felt
the waves and waves of heat shooting through her body
- Penelope had gotten to her, spurring her to keep
lavishing her mouth on the customer, who swallowed the
dampness from Rhona's cunt as she felt herself finally
starting to get warm.
* * * * * * * * * *
".and they call it. Cindy."
Cindy Crawford was used to people making requests when
they were with her, but this was a new one. In all the
time she had been doing this, no one had ever asked
her to do that song from that ad; she herself had
gotten the point and never sung in public since then,
and she had thought no one would bring it up. But that
was TV people for you; Ryan lolled back on his bed,
pumping his cock as the supermodel relived one of the
lowest points of her life without the benefit of
Little Richard.
"I used to do this watching that ad," he explained. "I
really loved it."
"You did?!?" Cindy asked, not helping sounding
pleased. "So this isn't some humiliation thing?"
"Of course not. if I wanted to embarrass someone, I'd
go over to J-Lo's," the lower-level suit answered,
feeling the come dribbling from his prick.
"You guys are weird, you know that?" Cindy laughed.
"I've heard that so often it's lost all meaning."
* * * * * * * * *
Jennifer Love Hewitt flushed her latest diaphragm down
the toilet as she got ready to leave; the first day of
another busy week here, and she still had a couple of
scripts to look at as well. And tomorrow she had
another meeting with some guy from ABC, right here at
Cindy Inc. She wanted to run over to Cindy and thank
her. Again.
* * * * * * * * * *
Twenty-four hours later. The Streets were being pumped
through the sound system - fortunately many of the
ladies there that evening couldn't hear them. From
Mischa Barton entertaining some of her fans to Amy
Acuff entertaining some of hers, it was another busy
night. Not least for Jessica Simpson.
"Well, gee," she said, all wide-eyed and pouting
seductively as she fingered the dildo, "I've never
done this before for anybody before."
"First time for everything," Armstrong told her.
"Well. alright," Jessica said, shyly crouching,
raising her butt in the air as she put her tongue
inside Miss Armstrong's cunt, and pressing the dildo
against her own ass. The woman's snatch didn't taste
anything like tuna or chicken, whatever Armstrong had
joked (and Jessica was getting VERY tired of that
crack being made by half the women she served).
Jessica burrowed in deeper as she probed the rod
around her butt, with Armstrong lolling back and
revelling in the Simpson tongue, while watching the
Texan's prime rump be stroked by the dildo. As Jessica
slid it up and down her crack, the executive reached
down and took hold of her legs. Grabbing tightly, she
started to lift Jessica up, bending her over and
forwards, the blonde tonguing her slot all the while.
"I just. want a . better look." she explained, with
Jessica practically upside down and still munching
away as her buns hovered by Miss Armstrong's face.
Safely held there, Jessica started to wedge the dildo
into her butt, her cries smothered by the exec's
snatch as she stuffed the hard item deeper inside.
"Keep going, Jessie. that's good. keep it." Armstrong
didn't want to talk any more as Jessica's tongue, as
eager to please as the rest of her, started to heat up
her cunt.
"Think your husband. would mind you. sharing your butt
with the viewers?"
Jessica stopped dabbing for just long enough to say
"He doesn't mind it here."
"It's going to happen. you're in the cast."
Jessica kissed Armstrong's clit in delight as she
continued fucking herself in the ass. Cable didn't
give a damn about wardrobe malfunctions, and
Showtime's miniseries "The Unit" promised to be a
biggie. Emmys, watch out.
* * * * * * * * * *
Jennifer Love Hewitt never trusted valets to park her
car, even Cindy Inc. valets. Bringing her car to a
stop in the Reserved For Employees space, she skipped
up the flight of stairs, pretending not to notice the
very old gentleman coming down and the way he checked
out her bosom. "Come again!" she chirped at him.
"It might be sooner than you think," he replied,
storing away Jennifer Love Hewitt's tits for later. As
if tonight's "JAG" being a Catherine Bell-heavy
episode wasn't enough. Unaware of the blessing she'd
given him, JLH entered and winced at hearing the
Streets; she hated that brand of British whine-rock.
"Why do they keep playing this?" she groaned as she
signed in for the evening. "I'm sick of having to
pretend I love this stuff."
"You'd rather hear Ashlee Simpson or Bowling For
Soup?" the lady behind the desk asked.
"Well. yeah, wouldn't you?"
"Of course I would," the lady lied as JLH headed for
the lounge where the women who were on duty went to
relax before or between assignments, if they weren't
wandering the grounds mingling with the customers. She
hoped that it wouldn't be long before Tony came by -
JLH was always at her very best with the first guy of
the evening. "Hey, wait up!"
JLH turned when she heard the receptionist racing
toward her, waving an envelope. "I almost forgot -
you've got a command performance tonight, over in
Malibu."
"What?" she squealed. No, not tonight. Not tonight of
all nights...
"It's the Crusher," the receptionist grinned,
impressed.
"The Crusher? But he never does the same woman twice."
"First time for everything, kiddo. The chopper's
waiting."
"But I've got someone coming specially for me - "
"You get guys every night, JLH," the receptionist
chided. "Scoot."
Jennifer considered pretending she'd suddenly come
down with a previously unknown strain of Hong Kong
flu, then settled for heading for the helicopter. If
the Crusher was anything like last time, she'd be
lucky if she was ready for another guy by morning.
Next Wednesday morning.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Hi, I'm Cindy Crawford, and welcome to Cindy Inc. -
bringing fantasies to life since 1999! Everybody
having a great time?"
The floorshow audience applauded and cheered their
approval as Cindy curtseyed and beamed - she loved a
happy crowd. "Anybody wish they were at J-Lo's?"
Even though Cindy had initiated an offer of a complete
refund if not delighted, no one answered. "Great. I'll
be available all night if you need anything, so I'll
just clear the way for tonight's entertainment -
tonight's OTHER entertainment, I mean - and whatever
you do with the ladies, do it safely. And now, until
the dancers get going, give it up for Maroon 5!"
Cindy let the cheers accompany her offstage, and went
up to her combo office/suite, mentally betting that
her cellphone would go off the very second she got
inside. She won the bet; "Talk to me," she said,
flopping on her bed and sinking a few inches. man,
that's good mattress.
"That guy from the network just arrived," Kelly
Rowland said from the other end. "The one you got to
come back."
"Great! Have you told JLH?"
"I passed her on the way to the chopper; she said - "
"The chopper?" Cindy interrupted.
"Yeah; she's got a command performance tonight. you
didn't know?"
"No," Cindy replied slowly. "No, I didn't."
* * * * * * * * * *
"She was sick?"
"Yeah, can you believe it?" Alicia Silverstone said
sympathetically. "And she was really looking forward
to getting together with you. Anyway," she continued
as she and Tony entered her suite for the evening, "I
hope I'll be a good replacement - I know my boobs
aren't as big as JLH's."
"That won't be a problem," Tony assured her, eyeing
her legs.
* * * * * * * * *
The Crusher lived by the sea, although that was as far
as resemblance to Puff the Magic Dragon went. JLH
loved coming to the beach usually, but now she just
hoped he wouldn't be too quick to get the shoes out -
she didn't want her ass pounded until she got
blisters. Again. The small brunette hopped out of the
chopper as soon as it landed and hurried to the door.
"Yes?" said the professional wrestler who opened it,
and his scowl brightened on seeing who it was. "JENNY!
What brings you around here?"
This threw JLH off course. He sounded like he really
meant it - like he really hadn't expected to see her.
* * * * * * * * * *
Tony cradled Alicia's white stocking-clad legs as she
lay on the chaise longue, smiling coyly at him. She
was naked other than the stockings, which the man's
fingers were roaming up. Her legs were just about the
only thing on his mind - apart from the rest of her
body; he could see her lovely little blonde box there,
but he wouldn't be putting himself in it tonight. His
prick was out and hard as he continued to stroke her
legs, enjoying each slim inch as the music played
softly; he liked a little Astrud Gilberto for
background, and Alicia wasn't one to argue.
While Astrud told all and sundry about how the Girl
from Ipanema went walking, the Boy from Birmingham
(Alabama, that is) went roaming onto Alicia's thighs.
Free from any kind of dress, they were beautiful; he
bent and kissed each one on the inside, and then
gently kneaded each thigh in a little massage before
starting to kiss the right leg from the thigh all the
way down to the toe. He sucked and kissed her feet as
if he was the whore and she was the customer with a
cock that needed emptying badly; Tony tasted each of
Alicia's toes before going over to the other leg and
doing it again, but this time from the foot up. Alicia
wanted to tell him to put his tongue inside her, he
could do it for nothing. but the customer was always
right. "Mmmmmm. nice." she murmured as Tony crept
upwards, running his tongue along her thighs until
he'd reached the top. Then he took his hard cock in
hand and started to rub it on her legs.
Alicia was more used to having cocks slapping around
her face than around her legs, and though she was a
vegetarian she wouldn't have said no to this
particular cut of meat. But there was Tony, sliding
his cock up and down her limbs and moving it around
her feet; the guy pulled the foreskin over one of
Alicia's toes and gently rubbed, getting closer so he
could feel her toe on the tip of his cock. Alicia
moved the other foot closer and rolled it along the
shaft, and Tony's eyes lit up; she knew where he was
coming from. She moved her remaining foot away from
Tony's prick and then brought it back, now next to the
prick; Alicia had it inside the oval her feet made,
and felt slightly uncomfortable because the bases of
her feet were touching, more or less turning her legs
into a parallelogram. Tony either didn't notice or
didn't care; with his prick inside the "cunt" Alicia's
feet made, he began to pump between the feet, keeping
her hands moving along her calves, thrusting along
with tight little strokes. Not a sign of a hair bud,
thank goodness - all smooth as silk; she knew what he
liked. Tony grinned at Alicia as he felt her heels
pressing on his prick; she kept moving her feet as he
shoved between them, thinking this position had a plus
- her box was more open, and with the view he had
maybe he'd want a bit extra.?
Tony's cock was beginning to drip, a little stream
dropping onto the sheets. With his hands rubbing
Alicia's legs so hard they were about to catch fire,
he tugged his cock out from between her feet and aimed
it at her calves - with loud grunts he pumped out his
come-streams along Alicia's right leg, groaning in
pleasure as the white cream trailed up it. To his
delight, Tony found he had enough for the other leg;
not to Alicia's delight, he still didn't want her
pussy.
* * * * * * * * * *
Early evening and the traffic was starting to build up
- Jennifer Love Hewitt laughed like a lunatic, flying
as she was in the helicopter high above it all. At
least it wouldn't be long before she was back on base,
and the Crusher had been really understanding; she
might be able to pull this night out of the fire yet.
Her cellphone sang; it was the boss. "Hi!" she sang
herself into it.
"It's usually you calling me, isn't it?" Cindy said.
"Who told you you were off-property tonight?"
"Esther gave me the details almost as soon as I got
in. there must have been a screwup at your end -
please don't fire me!"
"Not going to happen, Love. It WAS at my end; you've
been tricked."
"Why would Esther go and do that?"
"I don't think it was Esther," Cindy told her, as
Alicia kissed Tony goodnight. She understood why he
didn't want the full fucking; his wife would never in
a million years let him fuck her legs (she didn't even
like showing them, and never understood his fetish -
the woman also never had sex with the lights on, but
that was a whole other story). Plus Tony hated condoms
and didn't want any loose children around the place,
so little things like this were the only option for
him. That, and the pictures he took of Alicia flashing
said legs on his phone for added inspiration; she
didn't usually like posing for shots like this, but
she didn't mind in this case, not with the tip he had
tacked on in exchange for some extra service.
* * * * * * * *
"I hope we can get together again soon," Penelope said
as she watched Rhona dress. "It would really put my
son's nose out of joint if he knew I was here - he
keeps trying to come here. I keep telling him not
until he's 18. As if he really can't wait another
three months."
"Any particular women he's interested in?" Rhona asked
hopefully.
"He likes American girls," Penelope said ruefully.
"Now now, none of that," Rhona tut-tutted with a
little chuckle. "When in Rome. plus half the men who
hit on me around here give me the old
'I-just-love-your-accent' line."
"I wouldn't mind so much, except he likes blondes the
most. He got that from his father," Penelope added. "I
suppose they're all right once in a while. Like the
one I was with earlier - one of his fantasy harem,
that Jessica Simpson."
Just thinking about it made Penelope Armstrong-Arnold
laugh.
* * * * * * * * *
Alicia Silverstone finished fluffing herself; it
helped her to come down after a session. And it passed
the time until she was sure that Hewitt was back on
the premises; she was in the mood for some gloating.
Too bad she couldn't see the girl's face right now,
she thought as she threw open the door - and saw the
girl's face. And the boss's.
And they both looked a LOT less pleased than Tony.
* * * * * * * * *
"What can I get you ladies?" the bartender asked the
newest arrivals.
"A time machine. And a Dr. Pepper with vodka,"
Jennifer Love Hewitt sighed as she settled down in the
Cindy Inc lounge, ears assaulted by the Streets again.
"And a ticket to England so I can shoot these guys."
"You're going there in a few weeks anyway, aren't
you?" the bartender said, sloshing out her drink. "And
give them one for me as well - these guys must be
British revenge for nu-metal."
JLH downed it in one go, and gave the man the glass -
"Same again."
"Whatever she's having, same here," Jessica Simpson
said, plumping her prime Texan rump down alongside
Jennifer. "I can't believe that girl."
"Alicia screwed you too?"
"Not yet," the blonde giggled before her mood changed.
"I meant that woman I was with earlier - she did Rhona
Mitra as well, and Rhona just told me that she was
giving me a line about putting me in 'The Unit.'
Pillow talk from one Brit to another, Rhona said. Not
even a cameo. she just wanted to get me into bed!"
"And that's a surprise because.?"
"Yeah, I know. It's just that you don't expect this
kind of thing from women, you know?"
"You're so trusting, Jessie."
"Don't give me that - I heard about you and Alicia."
"What about you and Alicia?" the bartender asked.
"Private conversation here, you mind?" Jessica
snapped.
"No, it's okay. Alicia went and hijacked the guy I
was supposed to meet - left phony instructions from
Cindy when she signed in, and then the girl goes and
tells me what happened. The nerve."
"How come she told you?"
"Because she got what she wanted," Jennifer said
bitterly before swallowing her second drink. "Alicia's
gotten him to keep coming back; that's good business
for us - and good for her, because he's not picking my
show up for fall. 'If I'm not on TV in September,
neither are you' - that's what she said. The little
fuck."
"Doesn't say much for him - not even getting swayed by
pussy," Jessica sighed, tasting her drink and wincing.
"So no new shows for us after all," Jennifer sighed.
"Even worse than Paula Marshall Syndrome. Call it the
end of season blues."
"It won't last long," Jessica replied. "We'll get some
more stuff soon. And we've still got movies."
"To the Crusher," Jennifer added, having a third
drink.
"How come?"
"Cindy didn't fire Alicia for that little stunt - she
sent her over to the guy. Alicia's spending the night
there. On the house."
Jessica chuckled - she too knew what the guy could be
like. "Like you said - to the Crusher," she said as
the two toasted and tossed back.
* * * * * * * * *
"Is there anyone you ladies haven't done?" Jessica's
driver asked as he stopped CINDY1 outside the British
Embassy.
"Not the current President," the blonde chuckled.
"He's more of a J-Lo person himself. Now his daughters
on the other hand..." And she drew a finger across her
mouth in a zipping motion before he could ask her to
break confidence, and bid him farewell.
"We've been expecting you, Miss Simpson," said the
officer who greeted her. "If you'll just follow me."
"I can't believe you actually let this kind of thing
happen here," Jessica smiled as they headed to the
first floor.
"You're hardly the first one," he said knowingly.
"Some very important people have taken advantage of
this home away from home."
"Like? Oh, come on - it won't leave these walls."
Inside the director's office, Brian Armstrong tried
for the fourth time to not look like he was nervous;
the day he had gotten the message from Cindy Inc. that
someone had arranged for him to meet Jessica Simpson
he had been dripping with sweat non-stop, especially
with the "Not a word to the mother" condition
attached. Like he'd tell his mother about this. Even
if she was only going to talk to him for a few
minutes, it would be worth it - mum didn't like to
introduce him to celebrities, even ones who worked on
shows on her network, so this was a step up for him.
As he settled down in his chair, he just wondered why
they had to meet here of all places. Why the need for
secrecy and all that.
".and his wife as well? Wow." Jessica crossed her
heart and hoped to die as she told the official she
wouldn't say a word, and once the introductions were
out of the way, the official left the room to the two
of them.
"What was that about?" Brian asked, his eyes running
up and down Jessica's fine frame.
"Shop talk. now, you're Brian, right? Penelope's son?"
"How'd you know my mother's - "
"We've met," she replied with a little wink. "And I
know she'd never let you into Cindy Inc. so I thought
I'd bring Cindy Inc. to you. Part of it, anyway."
Brian gaped at her. "But. why here?"
"Because technically this is British soil, so it's not
like you're underage around here, right? Plus it's not
like it's the first time we ladies have been here."
Brian leant forward, and Jessica did the zipping thing
again. Then she did the unzipping thing, only slower
and with her trousers this time; he'd leaned forward
in "Tell me more, tell me more" mode, but when she
lowered her trousers he switched over to "You're the
one that I want." Ooh, ooh, ooh. Jessica saw the lad's
face light up (she knew a blush when she saw it, and
that was no blush) as she stood there bottomless, legs
apart and her blond fuzz tempting him. "Shouldn't I
get naked too?" he asked, praying that his rock-hard
cock wasn't poking through his trousers.
"Only if you want to - we're here to do what you
want," Jessica replied, lifting her jumper over her
head and liberating her puppies. What Brian wanted was
to fuck her, her sister and even her mother (luckily
for him, he had no idea that someone else had already
experienced that menage a quatre at Cindy Inc.;
luckily for the Simpson women, neither did Joe
Simpson), but in the meantime he had the future Daisy
Duke's boobies to play with. Brian had a bet with his
uncle that her breasts were fake... as he touched
them, he knew that his uncle owed him $50.
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy kissed Kaia goodnight, made a mental note to
gently persuade Presley to start walking more (he was
five years old for goodness' sake), and left her
daughter's bedroom. She was glad that her children
wouldn't be about to disturb her; it was one of those
nights. Those nights being when Cindy had one of her
ladies over for what she euphemistically called
"business."
Presley was already asleep, so he had no idea that
Jennifer Love Hewitt was peeking into his room and
taking a look at Cindy's firstborn. "Oh, he is such a
cutie!" she giggled. "He's going to be breaking some
hearts when he gets older."
"Don't remind him," Cindy chided as she escorted JLH
away. "I don't want him chasing the girls yet - let
him hate them for a year or two like normal boys."
"Maybe I could come over and babysit?" she suggested
as they went downstairs en route to the back. "I could
always use the work..."
"Cheer up. I've got a surprise for you."
"I know what I'm here for," JLH grinned. Many of the
women at Cindy Inc. visited the boss at least once,
some of them twice. Sooner or later it would have been
her turn...
"I was talking about the network," Cindy explained as
the two women, now out in the warm night air, started
to undress as they approached the pool. "You know I
was with that guy from ABC the other day... nice set
you've got there."
"Thanks," Jennifer replied as her breasts felt the
night air. "What about Tony? I know he got screwed by
Alicia... [peered around behind Cindy] ...that's a
really cute ass."
"Thanks," Cindy said, flinging her thong panties to
one side before finishing the journey to the pool
stark naked. "We worked out a deal... your pilot can't
make fall, but there's a chance it'll be slotted in
for midseason. And those legs better be around me."
"Thanks..." JLH said in delight, jumping into the
water and embracing the boss. "And they will be."
* * * * * * * * * *
Brian spread his hands over Jessica's generous rack;
he was too excited for the moment to do more than
fondle. Jessica had her hands on his chest, but she
was moving down him gradually. "Any. er. any record
people done this?" he asked.
"Hey, I was a good girl!" Jessica lied. "I didn't need
to show them off back then." and she patted Brian's
stomach. At least he was flat, unlike his mother. As
Brian began kissing her boobs, she finally put her
hands into his trousers, smiling as she felt his
swelling snake; between his sighs as he tasted her
nipples, Jessica liberated the python from its cage
and started to give it a massage.
Kissing the top of his head, Jessica cradled it
between her jugs as she kept stroking, pumping the
cock as it got to its hardest. She kept kissing him as
she gently pulled his head out of her bosom, feeling
his body and getting him ready for her mouth. Brian's
throbbing cock was starting to drip onto her jerking
hand; catching the first drops, she licked them off
her palm and winked at him in approval. "Not bad," she
breathed, and slid down below for more.
"A lovely cut of British beef there, don't'cha know?"
Jessica cracked, putting on the worst English accent
in living memory.
"All Grade A USDA-approved, little lady," Brian
replied with the worst American accent in living
memory.
Jessica closed her lips around Brian's uncut cock,
pleased that it was better than his acting; she worked
it down her throat as she sucked away, absolutely
determined to make his time here good. She was glad he
didn't have hairy balls either; the less distractions
as she worked the better. Jessica licked the top of
Brian's cock as if it was an ice cream cone and felt
him quiver with delight before moving her head down
the meat again. Brian clutched the edge of the desk as
he felt her head bobbing up and down along his prick,
wanting her tongue to keep curling on it forever, and
feeling himself starting to drip down her throat.
"Mmmmm," she said approvingly through the mouthful of
prick, continuing to suck on him as he felt her hair,
and looking right into those brown eyes of hers. She
had the kind of face you didn't expect to find several
inches of penis next to, which made it even nicer...
Jessica pulled herself back slo-o-o-o-o-o-wly,
flicking her tongue on his bright shining cock one
last time. "You don't want to lose it all at once, do
you?" she asked sweetly.
Brian just shook his head as she wrapped him in her
arms and they rolled onto the desk, with her on top.
JLH was also on top of Cindy in the pool, the two
brunettes over on the shallow end. Jennifer was
dripping, but it was from Cindy's long experienced
fingers spread deep inside her pussy while the younger
woman squeezed her boss's boobs, making the nipples
even harder than the night air. "Any voyeurs?"
Jennifer asked as she kissed each of Cindy's tits and
felt the supermodel's fingertips going deeper inside
her.
"One or two," Cindy admitted. "Mostly police
helicopters."
"None tonight, right?"
"We hear one, we just go under."
"Speaking of which..." and the pint-sized JLH slid
under the surface of the pool, only her arms still
visible on Cindy's chest. Anyone passing by a few
moments later would have heard a loud howling at the
moon; either "Law & Order" was about to end or Cindy
Crawford was getting head from Jennifer Love Hewitt.
JLH loved eating the boss; Cindy's pussy was as tasty
as ever, and now that she kept it shaved it was even
nicer. Bubbles popping the surface as she breathed out
in short bursts, Jennifer probed her tongue inside
Cindy's slot, lavishing her mouth all over it. Cindy
was so beautiful and so hot. JLH moved her hands down
under the surface and shoved them between her own
legs, hoping she wouldn't run out of air before she
finished. Still tasting Cindy's button and cuntlips,
Jennifer began to fondle her own tight little snatch,
letting herself float just under the surface; she was
feeling as if she was flying, with the joy she was
feeling between her legs and on her mouth.
Cindy threw her head back as she felt JLH's tongue
lolling her clit on the tip; breathing hard, she began
to stroke her breasts in delight, excitedly tweaking
the nipples and squeezing the mammaries as she jerked
around in the water, casting glances at Jenny's
refracted body as her employee just kept tasting and
the bubbles kept building up - she couldn't stay down
there much longer. But she had gotten the job done.
"Mmmmmmm.. Mmmmmmaaaaaaaaa.. Uhhhhhh.." Cindy groaned
as she grabbed herself eagerly, begging for JLH to eat
her all up.Cindy's legs kicked around in the shallows
as she screamed Jennifer Love Hewitt's name, her cunt
moistening on her lover's mouth. The water erupted
around her as the actress broke the surface and kissed
Cindy deeply on the lips, her hands still between her
legs. "Couldn't hold it. any longer." JLH gasped.
"You weren't. finished." Cindy managed to say, tracing
a finger between JLH's tits and down under the
surface. Cindy spread her fingers into the
girl-woman's cunt, and the two began to wank in
harmony. Seeing her boss's warm, smiling face as the
fingers intertwined with her own, Jennifer told
herself she'd get Cindy a guest shot if she got a
midseason slot.. Cindy earned it.
Up in his room, an awakened Presley wondered why his
mommy was shouting outside.
* * * * * * * * * *
Like many a secretary/maid/whatever with her boss,
Jessica Simpson was bent over the desk. Behind her,
Brian finished eagerly rubbing his erection over her
well-shaped behind and took the cream in hand, trying
not to tremble as he slathered it over and inside the
buns. Jessica could feel his excitement; survey says
out of 100 guys who butt-fucked her and said they'd
never done this before, 32 were telling the truth.
"Don't you ever get tired of watching? You guys
already had your turn!" she laughed as she felt Brian
clutching her cheeks and spreading them.
"I like to check out the competition," Ashlee said,
relaxing on the couch.
"I like to keep an eye on my girls," Tina added, an
arm around Ashlee like the proud parent she was. The
two equally naked Simpsons watched with pride as the
guy they had both just enjoyed pushed his rod up
Jessica's back entrance, wincing as he thrust a bit
too fast - Jessica clutched the desk harder and
gritted her teeth as it jammed inside. Brian loved
slamming against Jessica's warm, firm butt, and the
knowledge that cute behinds ran in that family (he had
been thrilled to see that even her mother had a nice
one) made the rest of the evening something to look
forward to. He built up the pace, his nerve vanishing
to be replaced by more and more lust, pinching
Jessica's butt as he drove in and out of it.
"Know. what I. like best about this?" Jessica panted
as she started to wiggle her ass around while he
pumped.
"What.?"
"I. charged this. to your mom's. expense account."
* * * * * * * * * *
"Welcome to Cindy Inc.," Cindy herself said to the
first of the evening's customers. "You wanted that
triple, right?"
"You bet," said the producer. "First of the night."
"Just follow me," she said. "Always glad to serve the
suits."
A busy night tonight, from the two Grahams (Heather
and Lauren) to Katie Holmes persuading punters to
forgive and forget about "First Daughter," but for the
time being there were just three women on their minds;
Cindy ushered the network-affiliated producer into her
chosen suite, where the ladies were waiting. Reclining
on the bed were a leotard-clad Rhona, a Daisy
Duke-clad Jessica (by special request; with the word
out that she had the role, a lot of people wanted her
in that garb) and a T-shirt and jeans-clad Jennifer
Love Hewitt, the happiest of the trio. "Treat him
nice, ladies. have fun," Cindy smiled as she left
them.
"Count on it," JLH called after her, beaming even more
than usual; the PR system wasn't playing The Streets.
They were playing Usher, but at least they weren't
playing The Streets.
* * * * * * * * * *
Keith and Nancy Tyler, like a lot of "Friends"
viewers, had their own (non-laminated) lists of five
celebrities they were allowed to sleep with if they
ever got to meet them. Though Keith liked to think he
was equal with his wife, he was as happy as a pig in
shit when he heard about Cindy Inc. opening; he wasn't
the only one with such a list to hit the place, but he
was one of only three customers ever to actually come
close to banging all five picks - he'd fulfilled a
long-time fantasy by fucking Kelly Garrett (aka Jaclyn
Smith, during '70s Night), he'd scored with Cameron
Diaz not long afterwards, and he had left his No. 4,
Jennifer Aniston, a huge tip because of his guilt at
having to go across town to J-Lo's in order to pork
Heather Locklear (his No. 3).
And now, tonight, he was going to cross off Cindy
Crawford's name - the madame herself was no. 5. As he
headed upstairs, he saw a guy who couldn't be older
than 17 walking by him eagerly; probably hoping to get
at one of the younger women there tonight. Keith
couldn't blame him; he had it bad for the likes of
Christie Brinkley when he was the kid's age. "So who
are you looking for tonight?" he couldn't help asking.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Dennis
replied.
"Try me."
Dennis figured that a guy his age would understand if
he confessed that he was here to give it to Christie
Brinkley.