Cindy Inc.: The Dollhouse 1-5

[anonymous]

The continuing adventures of Cindy Crawford - supermodel, mother and celebrity bordello owner. The usual disclaimers apply; and any comments or complaints to cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk or on the message boards. (Note: Some of the celebs here actually have been to Barbados [Cindy, Liv Tyler, Mariah Carey - and note that in my world she never made "Glitter"]; others I'm not sure.) Note also that while all the celebs above will have sex in the course of this story, they won't all have it in the same part. You'll just have to keep reading.

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Blinking as the sun's rays hit her eyes, Cindy felt the cool grass on her cheek.

Slowly she drew herself into awake mode, and looked around. She was just outside a canefield, it was early morning, and she was alone. SHIT! So she hadn't made it -

Cindy's relief rushed out in a gasp as she saw her companion was next to her, still out cold. She looked at her watch; through the light she could make out it was 6:30. They only had 90 minutes to get there. And they still had to get to Kelly Brook...

"Wake up," she muttered as she grabbed her companion by the shoulders and shook her. No response.

"Dammit, come ON!" she shouted as she slapped her. "I can't do this without you! We have got to get out of here NOW, Lopez!"

The chain of events that led to La Crawford and her hated rival joining forces in a race against time actually began a week earlier...

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"...and with me in the 'Morning Barbados' studio this morning are three of the most famous women in America, and - well, I won't hold the suspense any longer. I'm joined by Cindy Crawford, Mariah Carey and Kelly Rowland from Destiny's Child."

"Hi," "Morning," and "What's up?" they said respectively.

"Pleased to meet you all," said the presenter. "And welcome to Barbados."

"Thanks," Cindy replied. "It's nice to be back here."

"Oh yes - you and Mariah have had holidays here before, haven't you?"

"That's sort of why we're here," Mariah explained.

"We'll get to that in a moment, but first I have to tell you you've all been causing a bit of a stir even before you and the others arrived..."

It was true that the three had not gone unnoticed there; neither had Liv Tyler. Nor had Anastacia. Nor, for that matter, had Jennifer Love Hewitt, Jennifer Garner, Halle Berry, Christina Milian, Jessica Alba, Brooke Burke or Cindy Inc.'s newest recruit Sofia Vergara. The reason for the sudden arrival of what's known in England as "top totty" was a mixture of business and pleasure.

"See, Barbados wants to get more visitors in from the US," Mariah continued, "and this is part of a big tourism campaign."

"Each of us is going to be shooting a spot in a different parish," Kelly expanded, "and then one big ad with all eleven of us."

"How come there are 12 of you?"

"You mean Brooke Burke? Oh, she's covering it for E!," Cindy explained (though Brooke was technically a member of Cindy Inc., this wasn't actually one of their assignments, meaning no conflict of interest). "We had a LOT of arguments about who got which parish..."

There had also been arguments about other things related to this jaunt. Some did not appreciate the Board of Tourism spending cash to import "a bunch of talentless Yanks to sell this island," while others simply didn't like the idea of all those lookers running around the place. The most strident criticisms however, came from neither party; as Cindy, Kelly and Mariah found out once they left the studios and had bestowed autographs on folks waiting.

"Gotta get my cab now," Kelly sighed. "All the way up to St. Lucy..."

"You drew the short straw, Rowland," Mariah husked. "No need to get uptight."

"Me? Uptight because I didn't get to be in St. James? No way - "

"Shhh," Cindy interrupted, as she plucked an envelope tucked into the windscreen wipers of her hire car. "What do we have here?"

Inside was a neatly typed out note addressed to Cindy. Just one sentence, but it may as well have been misspelt with letters cut from newspapers for all the good it did to her self-esteem.

"Go home, whore," it said.

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Until that moment, Cindy had fooled herself into believing that no one on the island knew about Cindy Inc., but the way news spread these days she should have known better. As far as a lot of people were concerned, all she and the others were were whores. (In fairness, they were all her ladies, but...)

And she was getting tired of folks asking her if she was planning on scoping the place for new talent - when they weren't warning her off ("We didn't want McDonald's, we don't want casinos, we don't want your kind here"). No, she was NOT in the market for new ones around here. It was just a promotional job mixed with some catching of the sun's rays. She shook her head as she sat by the hotel pool. Good thing she wasn't in action today; she'd never be able to concentrate.

At least the actual rosters were a secret - if they knew the others were on staff...

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"Yeah, I work for Cindy's house," Anastacia laughed as the shoot ended. "How'd you guess?"

"I thought someone as good as you had to be," the cameraman explained, starting to put away the equipment as he surveyed the small in height but big where it counted singer. Anastacia had pulled St. Thomas, and had been doing her spiel on the side of a grassy hill, rock-hard stomach, tinted glasses and all.

"Man, I thought I could hide it!" she mock-grumbled. "I'm not on the prowl around here though."

"Too bad," he said. "Look... are you going to be leaving the island right now?"

"Not a chance," she assured him. "We've still got the big shoot to do, and I wanna play the tourist game. Say... how about a drink? My treat."

The cameraman's opinion of Miss Newkirk, like his cock, was up.

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"Welcome to Barbados," the passport control officer said to Kelly Brook, as he handed her the passport back. He tried to remember where he had seen her before.

Oh yeah - that show "Smallville." Too bad she wasn't on it any longer, but by the time he'd remembered she was gone...

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The parish breakdown looked like this: Kelly (Rowland, that is) had St. Lucy, Anastacia had St. Thomas, Mariah St. James, Liv had St. Philip, Jennifer (Love Hewitt, that is) had St. George, Halle had St. Peter, Sofia had St. Andrew, Christina had St. John, Jessica had Christ Church, Cindy had St. Michael, and Jennifer (Garner, that is) was in St. Joseph. She was striding down a road, doing her piece to camera, talking about how it wasn't the focal point of the place but it still had a part to play in the makeup of the island as a whole.

"...and this is why they say Barbados is 21 miles long and a smile wide," she finished, thinking that she really deserved that Emmy after this.

"And... CUT! Great, Jen - just great," said the director, pleased with this job thus far. No tantrums, good working conditions - a real change from doing music videos. He indicated that the gofer bring out the drinks for them all; Jennifer looked like she could use one more than the others.

The boy who brought them had his eyes firmly fixed on the tall actress as she chugged down the drink. Not because of her long legs reaching up to a tight, well-shaped rump - actually he was fixated on her lips. And the drink passing through them. Stage one was in place.

"Er... Miss Garner?" he said as he started to approach her.

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"Hey, isn't that the British chick from 'Smallville'?" Brooke asked Cindy as they swam.

The British chick from "Smallville" was taking a doze poolside, having just got off the phone from her friends in LA. Cindy studied her, and nodded. "Yeah, that's Kelly Brook. The 'new Cindy Crawford,'" she added ruefully.

"Oh, you heard about that," Brooke nodded. "So you won't be going over to introduce yourself."

"We've already met. I never fraternize with the enemy."

"Whaddaya mean..." then Brooke remembered. Kelly was one of Jennifer Lopez's fillies.

"Hi, Cindy!" Kelly shouted from across the water. Cindy buried her head in her hands. This was not going to be her day.

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For someone who was so small, Anastacia sure had herself a lot of energy. She had agreed to join the others for a drink or several, and now she was crouching on the table at the cameraman's house. She was enjoying the feel of his hard organ crammed into her pussy, rushing back and forth while his mates squeezed and fondled her heavy boobs.

"OWWYEAHBABYY!!!" she howled, feeling the hands rubbing along her tits, tingling as their thumbs circled the nipples, and loving the cameraman's fingers stroking her hard stomach. Anastacia was wearing her tinted specs even as she fucked, and she could see another of the men waving a long, lean piece of meat - also known as a penis - in front of her face.

"Yeah, I'll have a piece of that," she laughed as she opened her mouth. He forced it inside right to the back, and she started to feast on it. Anastacia tended to suck cock with as much passion and raw energy as she sang, and that was a lot. Scarcely had she begun to swallow when the man, grabbing her blonde head for support, could feel himself about to come. What was it about short women that made them so good in bed, he wondered? Then he didn't have his mind on anything but all his come shooting into her gob.

Anastacia started grinding her proud ass against the man pounding her slot, like she was making a raunchy exercise video. He in turn began to gyrate energetically, digging his fingers into her round rump as he did. Anastacia's hot cunt was making it harder for him to hold back, and he had himself the best orgasm of his life as he pumped deep inside her, whacking against her cheeks as he just kept on thrusting, rubbing next to her until all his seed had drained inside her snatch.

"Don't stop now, honey!" Anastacia begged. "I'm just getting started."

"Oh, so are we," said one of the others, as the one who'd just come pulled his limp meat out of her oven and sat down to refuel. The man who'd just spoken took his place behind Anastacia, studying her ready ass. This would be the second rump he'd ridden today; if only she had legs as long as the girl from "Alias," but otherwise he could tell he would enjoy this butt as much as he had Jennifer Garner's...

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Liv Tyler was also having a wonderful time, and not wishing her father was there. The two men she was lying between were around the same age as Steven Tyler, but fortunately they didn't look like something from "Farscape." In fact, they were really quite good-looking - lean, muscled, and with complementary dark and light skin, they were gently fondling the once and future Arwen. Liv shook slightly as the lighter one cupped her milky white breasts in his hands and bent forward to kiss her again.

Behind her, the darker one was tracing a path down her spine slowly, following the trail to her waiting buttocks. Their love-making was being carried out in silence, partly because the two men were too enthralled by Liv's nude body to talk and partly because they had to be careful to not make any sounds; concentration could not be broken. Liv reached down in front of and behind her, and took hold of both heavy penises; she slowly stroked each solid rod, as the darker one began to slide his middle finger into her soft little anus. The lighter one was kissing Miss Tyler's breasts over and over, feeling the energy from her handjob; he was tingling from head to foot. Behind her, the darker one could feel the same thing; he gently removed Liv's fingers and pressed his face into her baby-soft behind, wishing he could have the courage to stick his tongue up her back door.

Instead, as Liv rapidly pulled on her front lover, her rear one carefully wedged his aching cock between her cheeks and started to jerk. Though there would be no penetration, both men were as happy as if they had plunged into her. And as the rear man reached around and ran his fingers through Liv's brunette forest, soon she was about to join them...

A quarter hour later, the two men slept on either side of Liv, their duties fulfilled. Liv also had her eyes shut, waiting for sleep... no. She was waiting for them to be asleep. When she could see their REMs, she carefully disengaged herself from between them; she was an old hand at getting herself away from older men. Standing at the end of the bed stark naked, she studied them for a few seconds before slipping on a bikini. Liv Tyler was going to have a little swim, and it would have to be before sunrise. For more reasons than one.

She stepped out of the room, and made her way down the hallway quietly, tiptoeing despite the thick carpeting. Soon she had made her way to the staircase that led to the outside world; Liv finished the last few feet and opened the door, stepping onto the deck of the luxury yacht she was on. She thanked the heavens that it was a clear and calm night, and looked upwards for the northern star. She needed to get an idea of where she was before she could start the long swim to shore...

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The shooting schedule was being spread out over a week, with Mariah's set for the next day. So she was using her time to check out the place (and get some work on her tan). She had also decided to do some shopping, and it was this latter activity that she had her first real unpleasant experience so far.

Even though she'd been here before for relaxation and for shooting "Dream Weaver," she was still unused to the hefty markup on prices. But when in Rome, etc. Mariah reached up for the bottle of Cockspur, as a voice behind her said "Jon says hi."

She only just managed to not drop it as she remembered Jon Anderson. Her mind took her back to the treatment her ass had received from the guy's prick, explaining the blissful smile as she faced Denise Anderson. "Oh yeah... how is he these days? And how'd you know it was me?"

"I've had to put up with seeing you on TV enough to know you from behind," Denise answered shortly, hiding her disapproval at Mariah's outfit. "When are you going back up?"

"At the end of the week," Mariah replied. "Listen, can you give me his number? I thought I could give him a little buzz..."

Denise didn't know what she and her oldest son had done, and despite efforts to get him to talk he hadn't. But if this big star was willing to leave her ego aside for a bit... "All right. But I need you to tell me something first. What did you thank him for?"

"Now you know I can't tell you that," Mariah giggled. "It's a secret."

"Then you won't tell him anything," Denise retorted, and turned to go to the counter.

"Wait!" Mariah called back, and prayed she wouldn't regret what she was about to tell her.

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"You're sure about this?" the editor asked Archer, as he finished reading her report.

"Definitely. They told me right to my face. Probably figured it wouldn't go anywhere if they put it in some Caribbean newspaper," she laughed.

"Well, it's going somewhere all right. Page one..."

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Day One had come to an end - Jennifer Garner's, Kelly Rowland's, Liv Tyler's and Anastacia's were in the can. The next day it would be Jessica Alba's, Christina Milian's and Jennifer Love Hewitt's to be done, and on the third day Mariah, Halle, Sofia and Cindy would be in action. Day four would see the big one being done, and then a few days of relaxation in between interviews with Brooke.

Cindy hung up the phone in her suite, having just had a word with the others - Liv had not as yet returned from her shoot, but they had figured she had decided to paint the town red. Not that Cindy could blame her, as some of the others were living it up as well. And in a few moments, she would also be about to relax with -

There was a knock on her door. That was him; as she let in her company, she reflected on just how loud money could talk. This hotelier had offered her more than double her going rate for one night with her, but Cindy had declined, explaining that she wasn't working now. The price had doubled and quadrupled before La Crawford had finally given in, feeling glad that it wasn't Michael Winner.

"I promise it'll be worth it or your money back," she said softly as the two sat down.

"Have you ever had to give a refund?" he asked, taking her hand.

"Once or twice," she admitted.

"At least you're honest about it," he nodded. "I hope I can give satisfaction...."

"We'll see," Cindy told him, as she gave him the first kiss of the evening. She was relieved that he was one of the men who insisted on clean breath before sex; he, in turn, was impressed with her kissing. He took her in her arms, enjoying the crispness of her dress and loving the warm body underneath. She was fumbling with his clothes, and he was also searching for the zipper. Studying the mirror behind them, he watched as he found it and slowly opened the dress.

"Mmmmmmmmmm...." he said in satisfaction, enjoying both Cindy's lips and the sight in the mirror as her bare back was exposed; she wasn't wearing a bra, and as she slipped out of the dress he saw that she wasn't wearing any panties either. The naked supermodel legend pressed against the dressed hotelier, and let him enjoy her heat for a moment before starting to undress him.

Silently thankful that he was the same age as her, Cindy soon had him nude as well. She was all over him; she hated it when people just lay there while the partner did all the work. Plus she knew the recipients loved it, and he was no exception. As Cindy ground away on top of him, he took her right breast in hand and slowly took the nipple into his mouth, slurping and sucking. Cindy's breasts weren't huge by any means, but they were succulent - he tried to decide which one felt better, but couldn't. As he caressed this willing woman, he thought that he could open his mouth and just swallow her whole, she was that delicious.

"You want some of this?" Cindy asked, as she turned around and positioned herself in front of him, both holes accessible. "You choose which one you want."

The hotelier reached up and started to perform anilingus for the first time in his life, as Cindy closed her eyes and relished it. No matter how many times a man ate her ass, she always enjoyed it; almost as much as she loved getting (and giving) head. And when the guy took the time to massage her cheeks as well, as he was... Cindy tingled as she felt his tongue go up her asshole. "Aaaahhh..." she sighed in satisfaction, and opened her eyes to see his upright, cut rod. "Stay with me, I need to change position a bit..."

Cindy's legs were long enough for her to only bend forward a little and take the hotelier's cock in her mouth. As he kissed her lovely little bud, he thought to himself that sex with her would have been a bargain at twice the price...

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Cindy was woken up some hours later by her own mobile phone (she would of course have received a wake-up call on the day of her shoot, but on the hotel line). Half-hoping it was the hotelier wanting seconds - she had so enjoyed him that she was prepared to give him another go on the house - she answered it, memories of last night dancing in her head.

"Hi, Cindy? JLH here - we've got a problem."

"Every time you call me it's a problem," Cindy muttered. "Can't it wait till later?"

"Trust me," Jennifer Love Hewitt replied from the lobby, "it can't. You've made the front page of the papers. Actually... we all have."

"What is it?"

"Go and check your copy - I'll meet you down here. If I'm still alive..."

Cindy threw on a dressing gown and opened her suite door, to see her complimentary paper waiting for her; she quickly opened it and shouted "SWEET MOTHER OF GOD!!!"

The "Daily Nation" had a picture of her on the cover, alongside the headline "HOOKERS GO HOME - Plan to open branch of brothel in Barbados revealed exclusively to NATION reporter: She's a world-famous supermodel and businesswoman - and madame. And now, Cindy Crawford is ostensibly in Barbados to shoot a tourism campaign for American TV with several other celebrities. But yesterday two of the other celebrities disclosed that Crawford, 36, is actually intent on acquiring property to establish a Caribbean outlet for her highly successful Cindy,Inc. celebrity brothel.

"The women, who refused to be identified..."

"Oh, they'll be identified all right," Cindy growled as she flung aside the paper and stormed downstairs, wondering what Jennifer meant by "If I'm still alive."

She understood as soon as she got down there. There was quite a mob of protesters, waving placards and chanting threats and slogans. Jennifer, Brooke Burke, Mariah Carey and Jessica Alba, who like Cindy were all staying at this particular hotel, had had to take refuge in a backroom, to which a concierge hurriedly ushered her ("We'll tell you when it's safe to come out").

Inside, Cindy gave vent to her fury. "I was NEVER going to set up shop here! You know what'll happen when they find out about this back home - PageSix'll have wet dreams when this breaks..."

"Look, the important thing is to find out who's been spreading this," Mariah interrupted. "Does the paper say?"

"Of fucking course it doesn't! None of you are THAT stupid!" Cindy snapped.

"Wait a minute - you're saying it was one of us who spilled?" Jessica replied angrily.

"Two of you, anyway. I'm not saying it was anyone in this room... I'm calling the troops. (Opened the phone and dialled) Hello? Yeah, it's Cindy. Look, is Liv... What do you mean she's not there? Well, put on one of the others... What? Then where... OH, SHIT! And she said what?... Oh God - we'll be there soon as we can..." (Hung up) "That was the suite Liv, Christina, Halle and Sofia Vergara had at Sandals - three of them are up at the hospital. Liv washed up on Brighton beach this morning..."

"Oh Jesus," whispered Mariah. "Is she...?"

"No, but she's lucky to be alive. She's in a coma - the doctors aren't sure what happened to her," Cindy continued as she punched in Halle's mobile number. "One of you call up the other hotel - get Anastacia, Jenny Garner, Kelly, anyone... Halle? What the fuck happened?"

"No one's telling us anything," Halle Berry told Cindy from the entrance of the hospital. "They did let us see her for a few minutes... she looked like she was drunk or something. But she did say something before she went under..."

What she said made Cindy's face harden. "Are you sure it was that? Not... Okay, Halle - hang in there," she said and hung up. "Liv did say one word before she went under."

"What? Come on, Cindy, what?" Brooke begged.

" 'Jennifer Lah...'," Cindy reported, and everyone turned to Jennifer Love Hewitt.

[anonymous]

The story so far: Cindy Crawford and assorted other celebs are in Barbados to shoot some tourism spots; the ladies are one by one being approached for some extra-curricular sex as they shoot; and Liv Tyler is in hospital, but not before fingering Jennifer Love Hewitt as the one behind a newspaper story accusing Cindy of plotting to open a branch of Cindy Inc. down there, which does not go down well with the locals. Now read on... (Not for under-18s; not meant to portray how they actually behave; any feedback welcome, etc.)

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"What, you think I did it?" Jennifer Love Hewitt protested. "But I'm staying right here!"

"You could be faking it! Playing you're the big innocent just to cover yourself..." Mariah accused.

"Look at the paper, huh?" JLH begged, taking the copy from Cindy and unfolding it. "They never actually SAID who the women were. You know me, Cindy... you know I'd never go behind your back like that. And maybe she meant to say Jennifer Lopez."

"If she was here you can bet we'd know about it," Brooke pointed out. "One thing she's not known for is hiding her light under a bushel."

"But if it wasn't you - and I'm not saying for sure it wasn't - then why did Liv say that?" asked Cindy, keeping an ear open just in case the ruckus was dying down. "And is there any way we can find out who the other person was?"

"There might be," Brooke said thoughtfully. "Maybe if we talked to the person who did this story..."

"Don't you ever watch TV? Reporters aren't supposed to tell their sources," Mariah parried.

"Well, that's one way to sort this out once and for all," Cindy added, as someone knocked on the door. She pulled it open to see the manager, looking harried and older than his years.

"They've been led off by some decoys," he managed to say through his nerves. "It's safe for you to leave now. You can still stay in this hotel, but I must request that you bring no one here - those people looked ready to kill."

"Tell me about it," Jennifer muttered as she and the others stepped out, and Jessica - who had been trying to get the other three on the phone up till then - said "Oh, there you are! Look, it's Jessica here, and we've got a situation... here you go, Cindy."

In her own room, Kelly Rowland was pacing and worried. Anastacia wasn't back yet, and neither was the chick from "Alias" - she knew they were both grown women, but... "And now everything's going to hell in a handbasket down there as well?" she asked Cindy.

"You stay there until the camera crew arrives."

"But it's like this whole thing's cursed or somethin,' Cin! My girlfriends either missing or in hospital - if I go out there who knows what'll happen..."

"Listen. Mariah, Brooke and Jennifer are going to go and have a word with this Archer lady who wrote the story - try and tell her our side of the story, maybe find out who's been lying. Why not go and have a rest or something... and relax, it'll work out."

Kelly wished she could be as confident as Cindy sounded as she hung up. But she was right; she needed to calm down.

She could also use a shower.

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Today Christina Milian was doing her shoot, and afterwards she was going to try some of that cool Caribbean water. But all of that was in the afternoon; this was the morning, and she needed to focus herself in spite of all that was going on. She'd seen the news reports, and hadn't believed a word of it - she was sure it would be sorted out by the time they had to leave.

For now, Christina was hungry. She had found herself a Chefette and in between assuring the surprised counter staff that she was who they thought she was, she had gotten herself a beef roti and chips, and was halfway through them when her table was occupied by another customer. Christina actually liked it when she wasn't interrupted by people when she was eating, but she didn't want to cause a scene.

"Oh, I'm sorry... is this seat taken?"

"It is now," the Cuban singer giggled, relieved that the guy was at least polite. And cute.

"I thought you might be expecting someone. Someone who looks as good as you really should be."

"Thank you, but everybody's alone sometimes."

"It doesn't have to be. Maybe you and I could..."

"It would be my pleasure," Christina replied to her total lack of surprise, and finished off her roti.

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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Brooke asked as their hire car stopped outside Nation House.

"It's the only way to clear ourselves," Jennifer pointed out. Brooke nodded as she, Jennifer and Mariah got out and made their way to the building; if Madeline Archer wasn't there they were going to wait until she got back. A few enquiries discovered that their luck was in - when the receptionist had recovered from her surprise, and when the editor had learned of their presence, it wasn't long before the three women, Archer and the editor were all crowded in the latter's office.

"Now let me get this straight," said Archer, dangling her glasses as she talked. "You're telling me that two of you have been lying to me in order to dis****** Cindy Crawford?"

"Yes," Mariah told her. "Cindy knows that it would be a big no-no to open up shop here - if it was Jamaica it would be one thing..."

"No arguments there," the editor chuckled.

"Yeah, they really know how to cut loose," Brooke laughed despite herself. "I was doing a "Wild On" there once and these five guys - "

"Brooke, not now," Mariah interrupted. "Who were the women you talked to?"

"If I tell you, the information does not leave this room," Archer said.

"Agreed."

"I actually taped the conversation," she continued, opening up the recorder she had brought and slipping a cassette inside. "So you can hear your friends Kelly and Jennifer sell your boss out," she added as she pressed play. Brooke and Mariah mouthed "Kelly?" to each other.

"First off, I just want to thank you for coming in with this story," the reporter's voice issued thus from the tape.

"We think it had to come out," answered an American voice.

"Cindy's all right, but she can't do this," said a British one.

The looks on the women's faces had turned to shock and dread as they recognised the voices. "Kelly and Jennifer... Kelly Brook," Jennifer Love Hewitt said slowly.

"And Jennifer Garner," Brooke added. "Those lying cunts."

"And you can prove this? Maybe Miss Crawford was keeping you in the dark," the editor suggested.

"Kelly Brook works for Jennifer Lopez," Mariah pointed out. "And if she and Agent Bristow are side by side..."

"...then Garner's probably working for Her Buttness as well," JLH finished.

"A mole for Lopez? She's really overstepped her mark this time," Brooke said, shaking her head. "Cindy is going to give birth to a bouncing baby cow when she finds out..."

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In the hospital, Sofia Vergara was staying with Liv Tyler in the latter's private ward; both she and Halle Berry had insisted one of them had to stay with her until either her family arrived or she came to. Halle had been persuaded that shooting her spot would help take her mind off what was happening, and while she was gone Sofia sat by Liv's bed, reading and watching her, waiting for any signs that she was starting to come out of it.

Sofia was cursing the day she had agreed to do this. Not join Cindy Inc.; take part in this shoot. It seemed everything was going wrong - she was always being harassed by some silly young man or the other, and there was always the feeling that people were spying on her. At least she had been able to talk to her family and friends back home. And now...

Wait. What was that? The voluptuous Colombian model listened closer... yes, the sound was coming from the bed. Liv was stirring.

"...no..." mumbled the brunette. "...won't do it... stop..."

Sofia leaned in closer. "Yes, Liv?" she asked softly, feeling some real hope.

Liv was struggling to come out of it. The words kept coming, but only in bits. "...boys... everywhere... boat... Lopez... "

"You can do it, Liv," Sofia urged, grabbing the dazed woman's hands. "You CAN. Fight it, Liv... I won't leave until you do... it'll be all right."

Many men would have been delighted to be have Liv Tyler's eyes finally flutter open, and a look of recognition spread across her face on seeing them. Though Sofia was very definitely female, she was just as relieved. "...Sofia?" she asked. "...Where am I?"

"In hospital," Sofia told her gently. "They found you on a beach yesterday... what happened?"

"I... I..." Liv beckoned to Sofia to come closer.

"Yes?" she replied.

With as much energy as the tired woman could muster, Liv kissed Sofia deeply on the lips, and lay back. "...Love me, Sofia Vergara," she whispered.

Sofia pulled back, walked over to the door, and gently closed and locked it.

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You can't go far in the Barbadian countryside without encountering sugar cane fields. Not quite as tall as an elephant's eye but easy enough to get lost in, assuming they haven't been harvested.

The one that Christina Milian and her little friend were hiding in was not one of them. Deep in the centre of it, in a clearing but away from prying eyes, their brown bodies were glistening with the sweat. Christina had sucked on a fresh piece of cane to give her mouth some practice, and was applying her sugar-sweet mouth to the lad's cock; the two tastes mingled to give her a real taste treat, and the juice dripping down made it even better.

Christina's body was lean, trim and sensual; the lad was similarly fat-free, and horny for this gorgeous Cuban cutie. He cast his eyes around nervously however, wondering if despite this ("AAAA... OH CHRISSY BLOW IT...UH... UH... AAAAHHHH...") someone might still come. Thinking of Christina's small but lovely tits, the same ones he had rubbed with cane juice earlier, he thought the someone might be him.

Two hands clutched his rock-solid bum cheeks. "So that's where you've been hiding yourself," laughed Jennifer Garner. "Christina, it's my turn."

"Yes, ma'am," Christina sighed as she let the lad's cock out and the tall actress took her place. Both of the other two checked out Jennifer's long, well-made body approvingly as she started to stroke him. "Slaves need to play too; that's why I'm not telling the big bosses. But Christina..." and she turned to face the singer. "I've got a real need to have my pussy eaten. Think you could..."

"Oh yes, please!" Christina cried as Jennifer began to swallow the lad. Christina began to caress Jennifer's beautiful porcelain body, trying to delay the moment when she would go down on her; she wanted to enjoy it as much as Jenny would.

From a distance, a limousine sat parked, the occupants watching what transpired via closed-circuit TV. They nodded as Christina Milian's brown hands stroked Jennifer Garner's upraised ass and the glimpses of a bobbing head behind Miss Garner's lower half indicated she was doing her work.

"Excellent," said one of the people in the car. "Take us back to the house."

"But I want to watch," another one protested.

"Why? We'll be doing it ourselves soon enough. And first we need to prepare for our guests - Cindy'll be along any moment now..."

* * * * * * * * * *

"Hello?"

"Hi, Jon."

Until that moment, Jon Anderson thought the biggest and best news in his life had been the day he had graduated from a wheelchair to crutches (he would never really walk properly again, but one day he would be able to walk with the crutches - walking with a limp would be better than not walking at all). But now, the woman who three years ago had blessed him in his own bedroom was on the phone to him. "Mariah?" he managed to say.

"The one and the only," Mariah Carey laughed. "Don't worry, Denise knows."

"Mum knows about us?"

"Not about what you did to my ass with your cock, but the meeting, well yeah."

Jon was relieved. "And she's not mad?"

"Well, yeah - but it's not like she's listening in on us now. Listen, are you sitting up in bed?"

"Uh-huh."

"Tell me what you're wearing."

"Ummmm... I'm not wearing anything. I know you like to cut to the chase. And that's the only thing about me that IS cut."

"Well, I'm wearing a nice little basque... I'm taking it off right now, and I'm letting it out right in front of you... oh yeah, there it goes. You like?"

"Yes... I like."

"I'm watching you, Jon. I'm starting to stroke myself allllllllll over. I'm getting all turned on when I feel myself... I'm getting hot watching you watch me. I love it when guys look at me."

"Yes Mariah... you're rubbing yourself up and down. My dick's pointing right at you."

"Uh-huh... that big long dong you've got. You shouldn't be stroking it, Jon - that's my job. You lie back and enjoy it."

"I'm on my back, baby... I can feel you... you've got great jerk-off fingers. You're letting me play with those great big balloons of yours; you're batting those eyes of yours and begging me to kiss you..."

"I'm biting your chest now. Not too deep - just enough to thrill you. You're begging me to not pull any more on your meat - you want me to put it in my mouth. I'm licking your bone now... I feel the inches under the skin. Your cock is delicious, Johnny... I'm swallowing it now, and you're stroking me with your crutch..."

"You're a vampire and you're living on come instead of blood and you'll never bite it off... I'm prodding the end of the crutch on your plump globes. It's all ready... I slowly start to push it inside. You're telling me to keep working it in... all the while you keep working on my prick, and I keep on fucking you with my crutch... now it's sticking out of that juicy ass of yours like a tail..."

"You're pulling it in and out of my aching ass but I don't want you to stop..."

"You're beginning to make it happen..."

"I can feel the first burst coming..."

"You're starting to feel it on your tongue I don't want to come I don'twantittostopbutitscomingitscomiNGITSCOMINNGGG ....!!!!"

Mariah heard Jon's voice rise to a scream and loud cries of her name, followed by gasps for breath.

"Shit..." he finally said, impressed. "You should see the mess on my bed."

"If I were there I'd be taking care of it with my tongue," Mariah assured him.

And it wouldn't be "if" in a few minutes, she added to herself.

* * * * * * * * * *

Mariah had taken her leave of Brooke and Jennifer after the interview with Archer had been completed, since phone sex wasn't something you did with friends in attendance. The other two had brought Cindy up to speed on what was up, and after La Crawford had explained precisely what she would do to Miss Garner's various body parts when she got her hands on her she had placed a call to Kelly Brook's hotel room, and then left a message with the manager insisting that when Kelly got back she meet...

No, if she left her real name Kelly would know something was up. Then she had an idea.

* * * * * * * * * *

Kelly Rowland studied herself in the bathroom mirror as she showered. Maybe she wasn't as filled out as Beyonce, but her dark brown skin and trim, ripped body meant she wasn't short of admirers herself.

"Love the view," said the man behind her, as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Yeah, but you wish I had tits like Beyonce's, right?" she asked as she fondled her lover.

"Kelly, yours are quality over quantity," he assured her, tracing a finger down the line of her abs. "Besides, you've got so much else to offer."

"Ain't it the truth," Kelly agreed, exhaling as he spread his fingers into her bushy pussy and opened up the lips within. She felt him kissing her strong back, her spine, her buttcheeks, her thighs, everywhere behind her. This was a good holiday after all.

"Can you move forward a bit? I can see a problem with your butt... I think it needs my cock up it," he told her.

"You know, I was thinking the same thing," Kelly laughed as she leant forward, her lover's fingers still inside her warm pussy. The man behind her began to rub shower gel into her cute, tight little ass, working it all the way up. Kelly couldn't wait to feel the length inside her; it made her feel more of a woman.

"Come on, Ryan," she begged, wiggling her cheeks to make him harder than he already was, and then she felt it happen. Though she never told her bandmates this, she always had a hankering for white guys, and Ryan's slim cock was ideal for buggering - not big enough to really ache inside assholes, but big enough to give you pleasure as it went up them.

"Oooooooooohhhhhh...." she moaned as the pink prick began its journey up her sexy little butt, loving the combination of the water and the whang.

As Ryan slid his cock deeper and deeper into Kelly Rowland's rump, it never occurred to her that he had never told her his name...

* * * * * * * * * *

Anastacia poured herself another Cointreau and knocked it back in satisfaction. This was a great time to be her; no worries, the shooting going well, and great holiday weather.

"Give this little booze time to settle down, then have myself another swim," she said to herself, checking the time aboard the yacht.

* * * * * * * * * *

Kelly Brook arrived at the bridge by the Careenage just as the clock struck one, excited at the phone message she'd been left. Something about the folks at WB wanting to have her guest on a couple of their shows - "Smallville" again? "Charmed"? "Gilmore Girls" perhaps? Maybe even "7th Heaven"? She knew that wouldn't mean much to most folks in Britain, but then again how many Americans would give a toss about "Brookside"?

"Hello, Kelly," said a humourless Cindy Crawford.

Kelly's smile disappeared into the ocean as she realised she'd been tricked. "What... you lying hussy!"

"Me kettle, you pot," Cindy retorted. "We've got some business to clear up here."

"Like what?"

"Like what the fuck you and Jennifer Garner were playing at with that newspaper story," Cindy continued sotto voce. "Brooke filled me in on it - I know Jennifer Lopez wants me out of business, but this is way beyond what she's pulled before. First thing I'm going to do is fire Garner, and second thing is get you back to the hotel and tear you a new--"

"IT WASN'T LOPEZ!" Kelly shouted, startling a passerby, but neither she nor Cindy noticed.

"It wasn't?" Cindy repeated, looking genuinely surprised.

"You're right, Cindy - she does want you gone, and she did have the 'Alias' bint pretend to work for you. Lopez signed Garner up the day before you approached her, but she told her to pretend she was working for you so she could suddenly decide to quit, go over to J-Lo's and embarrass you. This big Emmy-nominated TV star suddenly dropping you, and all that. But I swear this story wasn't her idea; they made me and Garner do it - "

"Who are they?" Cindy interrupted.

Kelly hesitated, feeling she had already said too much. "Look, I'm going to a travel agent and getting myself a fast plane out of here. You're stuck here, but I'm not - "

"You're not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on, Kelly."

"Dammit, Cindy, let me GO!"

"Tell me! Who are 'they'?"

Kelly could see that Cindy would never let up until she knew. Sighing, she stopped trying to run, opened her mouth... and slumped against the supermodel, a small dart suddenly materialising in her right arm. As she held the younger woman in her arms with horror, Kelly fought against the oncoming rush of unconsciousness - she had so much to tell Cindy...

"...Maverick..." she whispered, and pressed a small bunch of keys into Cindy's hands before dropping into darkness. Shaking her head in disbelief, Cindy began to carry her to the taxi fleet nearby, ignoring the growing crowds. At least she was still alive...

A small fishing boat on the other side of the harbour started to chug away. The mission had been accomplished.

* * * * * * * * * *

In the private ward at Queen Elisabeth Hospital, Liv Tyler couldn't be seen. But only because she was underneath the ample form of Sofia Vergara, happily tasting the Colombian model's pussy as the one dubbed "Sofia Viagra" returned the favour. Liv was also eagerly playing with Sofia's huge tits.

Sofia was cursing in her native tongue as she bobbed her head between Liv's long legs, feeling her lover stroking her soft, hot skin. Liv was having the time of her life; Alicia Silverstone had been cute, but if she was a man she would have been in pain because of how hard her cock would have been to be next to Sofia. Liv moved her hands around and began to knead her companion's full, juicy buns; Sofia caressed Liv's sides and found her smaller but still wonderful mammaries. Liv's nipples were solid as a rock with all the passion.

"Ummm... mmmm... never stop..." Liv groaned.

"But I must..." Sofia replied. "Otherwise I can't do this..." and she began to slide up Miss Tyler's inverted body. Taking one of her huge tits, she carefully placed the swollen nipple near Liv's brown-fringed box and started to flick at it. Liv sighed deeply at how it felt, as she studied the all-womanly Sofia above her.

Sofia continued to give new meaning to the term "tit-fuck" as the door started to unlock. She was so thrilled with how it felt to insert her breast into Liv's cunt, and Liv was so ecstatic at how she felt (she could feel each individual hard freckle of Sofia's aerola), that neither noticed the doctors watching, shocked at the spectacle. And as Liv felt herself on the way to Heaven, neither could know that in a few moments, they would be under arrest...

* * * * * * * * * *

After signing Kelly in and demanding to be alerted the second she came to, Cindy returned to her hotel after summoning Jessica, Brooke, Jennifer Love Hewitt and Halle Berry (Halle had been called back from the hospital just before the above took place) - Mariah had gone to do some personal business, but she had promised to keep in contact. From now on, they all HAD to - no more disappearances (and filming on the campaign had been suspended until this was all over and done with).

"And that's all she told you?" Halle asked. "Maverick?"

"Plus she gave me these keys," Cindy added. "I'm guessing one's for her hotel room; I'm going to go there and have a look around. The rest of you stay here; don't leave for ANYTHING until I either call or come back."

"What are we supposed to do?" JLH complained. "It's dead around here in the afternoons."

"You'll think of something," Cindy assured her.

"Yeah, we will," Jessica laughed despite herself.

"That's my girl..."

And that was the last thing Cindy would be saying to them for a while, did she but know it.

* * * * * * * * * *

Cindy let herself into Kelly Brook's room, wondering what she would find. There were only three keys on that chain; one was for the door, and the second, as she soon found out, was for her suitcase. She figured that the third one would have to be for something in that case; something Kelly had to keep secure.

Something like a bound diary? But it was the only thing there with a lock that fit the third key; Cindy opened it up, and found that the book had been hollowed out to contain a video cassette. "Aha," she smiled, "a bit of homemade porn, or my name isn't Cindy Crawford."

There was, fortunately, a VCR with the TV in Kelly's room, and soon Cindy was settling down to watch. The production values weren't exactly up to Jerry Bruckheimer standards - just one room, one camera, not the greatest sound - but there were still recognisable stars involved. Kelly Brook, as Cindy had guessed, was one of them.

Kelly was on her front, naked and with a few light marks on her buttocks. She had been paddled, not enough to draw blood but enough to leave reminders. A cane came into view and WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Kelly winced as she was punished, but cried out "Thank you, Miss! Thank you, Miss! Thank you, Miss!" each time it landed.

"Turn over, you Limey scum!" ordered an American voice, and Kelly quickly obliged. Cindy's eyes opened at Miss Brook's full-frontal - she had never seen anyone so bushy below. "A few more around the chest and we'll be done... you've taken your punishment well today, Miss Brook."

Kelly beamed towards the camera as the wielder quickly landed a couple of strokes onto her large breasts, careful to just sting and not draw blood. "Now it's your turn..." said her unseen 'tormentor.'

"No, it's MY turn," said a third voice, which sounded familiar to Cindy. "We'll handle you later, but first you both have to take care of me. Let me put down this camera..." The image lowered slightly as whoever it was made sure the screen would take in everything she wanted it to record, and then the camerawoman padded around to the front, where Kelly was being fondled by Jennifer Garner, the woman who had "punished" her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear and laughing.

"Worship me," the newcomer commanded, standing before them. Jennifer reluctantly pulled herself away from Kelly and applied herself to the third woman's ass, while Kelly proceeded to suck on her feet. "Mmmm... let me suck off all the dirt from them, mistress," Kelly begged. Jennifer was silent, too busy rimming the blonde woman in charge.

The three moved onto the bed, keeping the basic positions, and that's when her face appeared for the first time. Cindy instantly saw who it was. And suddenly realised who she was up against. And what Kelly's cryptic last word meant.

"Oh my God," she breathed as she stretched out for her mobile phone.

"Not quite," said another voice from behind her, "but close enough."

Cindy had time to turn around and recognise who was talking before everything went black...

* * * * * * * * * *

Cindy stirred to find herself on a plush bed. She wasn't tied up or anything; she was even in a nightgown. And the room she was in was almost luxurious. Not very big, but if she was being held captive there were worse ways to be held so. Which didn't mean she didn't want to get out of here.

The door opened, and the last person la Crawford had seen before being overpowered entered, holding a breakfast tray. "Do you treat all your prisoners this way?" Cindy asked wryly.

"Well, we are going to be in charge soon, so you're entitled to a little extra treatment before the boom's lowered," the blonde countered.

"We?" repeated Cindy.

"Yeah. When you've finished eating I'll take you to see the rest of them - one of them's here right now though. You've already met her, I think..."

Cindy's appetite was low now that her captor had mentioned the tape, but she started eating anyway. She wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of weakness.

"Breakfast is over," announced a newcomer (the woman who had been on the tape), flinging away Cindy's tea, toast, bacon and eggs. Ignoring the mess, Cindy glared at the other blonde.

"It's her place, her rules," Christina Aguilera chuckled, giving Cindy the surreptitious finger.

"Welcome to the Dollhouse, Cindy Crawford," added Madonna.

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The continuing adventures of Cindy Crawford - supermodel, mother and celebrity bordello owner. This novella (way too long to be just a story, it seems) is purely fictional, doesn't represent the actual conduct of the people herein, and is meant for over-18s only. Comments to cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk or the message boards.

Quick recap: A shoot in Barbados goes awry when Cindy finds out that a group of celebs led by Madonna are planning to take over both Cindy Inc. and J-Lo's in order to start their own brothel on a yacht. Most of the women are now on board, with Madonna about to launch the Dollhouse, Jennifer Love Hewitt tricked into joining them, and Brooke Burke forced to substitute for Anna Nicole Smith's dog. Now read on...

Cindy Crawford and Jennifer Lopez were closest to the stage, and they could actually see the pain in Brooke's eyes as she raised and lowered her head, the food smeared across her lovely face. But she had to do it, and had to endure Anna Nicole's baby talk and Madonna's asking if she could play with the doggie, Anna Nicole saying sure, Madonna telling her to roll over, Brooke rolling onto her back and feeling Madonna tickling her tummy while the goo-goo talk continued...

"Don't make a mess on the door, lovey," Anna Nicole told her.

"If she does, I'm going up there right now and getting them..." Cindy said quietly.

"Come on, Sugar Pie - walkies!" Anna Nicole jerked on Brooke's collar, forcing her to scuttle to her hands and knees and go along the stage in front of ANS. The two moved off, Brooke barking all the way, as the massed other bosses chuckled in delight.

"And there'll be more of the doggie act later," Madonna said. "But now it's time for the women to state the Pledge of Allegiance. You'll do it last, Crawford - I want you and your flat-chested friend here to watch and suffer."

"But I'm not friends with Naomi," Cindy pointed out, to a smirk from Jennifer Lopez. Naomi settled for a glare.

"All right," Kylie Minogue said efficiently, "will you all line up in alphabetical order..." Jessica Alba, Anastacia, Halle Berry, Mariah Carey, Jennifer Garner, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Christina Milian and Kelly Rowland all took their positions, as Madonna faced them with a copy of her biography in hand. "Place your left hand on this book, raise your right hand, and repeat after me... I..."

"I..." said Jessica.

"State your name..."

"Jessica Alba..."

"Do hereby swear to serve my lady Madonna..."

"Do hereby swear to serve my lady Madonna..."

"Now and forever."

"Now and forever."

"Please go to the floor and fellate the first man in the front row."

Jessica bowed her head, and slinked to the seats. As Anastacia took her turn, the gorgeous Latina knelt before her customer without missing a beat, unzipped his trousers and took the rapidly stiffening prick out. Jessica's lips closed around the organ and started to suck eagerly, her tongue lolling around it and enjoying the thin covering of foreskin. She had had plenty of practice in blowing guys, and she would soon cause him to spend his load. The cock was heavy and hard on her tongue, and nice and veiny. The man next to her had no time to gaze enviously because he was soon receiving the same treatment from Anastacia, as Halle Berry took the pledge...

"That guy's got a beard!" Cindy whispered. "Halle hates beards!"

"What can we do?" Jennifer Lopez asked. "She's got all the cards so far."

As one Jennifer griped, and another (Garner) left the stage to take her turn on the cocksucking carousel (when one woman was finished, she moved on to the next non-fellated man), a third (Love Hewitt) faced the pledge. "I..."

"I..."

"State your name..."

"Jennifer Love Hewitt."

"Do hereby swear to serve my lady Madonna..."

"Do hereby swear to serve my lady Cindy Crawford..."

Jennifer Garner nearly bit off her man's cock in surprise, Anastacia (whose man had just come in her mouth) actually spat the stuff out over his dick in shock, Halle Berry stopped dead with her mouth millimeters away from her man's cock and turned her head in amazement, and the other ladies were simply shocked and surprised. Mariah Carey continued to suck, but a definite smile played around her face; the enormous grin that spread across Jessica Alba's lovely face as she pulled back from her guy's prick was also not due to his semen, as she turned her head back to the stage and gave JLH the thumbs-up, mouthing "Thanks for the shot." As for the lady Cindy Crawford in question, for the first time in days she looked genuinely happy.

"What did you say?" Madonna repeated, staring at JLH as if she had grown a third breast.

"I, Jennifer Love Hewitt," she replied slowly and carefully, and directly into Madonna's face, "do hereby swear to serve my lady Cindy Crawford now and forever, and to hold an open air concert on your grave, you peroxided bandwagon-jumping gap-toothed saggy-titted pretentious dogfucking can't-sing-can't-dance-can't-act-for-shit phony-English-accented HAG!" Madonna slapped JLH, but the damage had been done.

"WHOOOO!!!" Cindy yelled despite herself, waving her arms in the air like she just didn't care. "And that WASN'T for you, Maddie!"

J-Lo whistled in approval and clapped, and to their immense delight two of the other women in the seats couldn't help laughing in joy as well. Madonna and her colleagues were thunderstruck - Hewitt hadn't been dosed, Alba had also clearly been pretending to go along, and if Carey was also not pissed... "So it IS true!" the former Miss Ciccone snapped. "Ladies, take Crawford, Lopez, Hewitt, Carey, and Alba to the main cell and keep them from the other women. And is Walker here?"

"Yes," another underling told her. "He came with Mariah Carey."

"Deal with him," Madonna said coldly. "The meeting is over - and so are any of you if anything else goes wrong..."

* * * * * * * * * *

Walker's face went as white as a black man's face possibly could on watching himself buggering Mariah back at the house. They did make a nice couple, though.

His vision was obscured by a slap around the face from Euclid. "You had to throw it all away for a piece of ass, didn't you Walker?"

"Didn't you get the instructions? You're only supposed to fuck them ONCE! You did Crawford once, why didn't you do the same thing with the nutjob there?" Euclid's mate asked.

"I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking!"

"You KNOW what'll happen if they get it twice - well, now we've lost Mariah Carey and a few of the others. Shame - I know some folks who were dying to put their cocks up that chute. Still, at least you'll have something to think about in the next few minutes while you're..."

"While I'm what?" Walker asked, filled with fear over what was coming next, as the portable TV and video were wheeled away, leaving him with a clear view of the railing at the back of the yacht as a rope was tied around his feet. Unable to move because of the tight grips from the others, he was escorted to the edge, blubbering with terror while Euclid continued.

"See, if we throw you overboard you might be able to swim back to shore... whereas if we do this..." and Walker was hoisted over the edge and slowly lowered, begging all the way until he was just above the churning foam made by the propellers.

"Think about Cindy's pussy or Mariah's asshole," Euclid suggested as Walker begged and prayed. "At least you'll die happy."

From her vantage point up above en route towards her quarters, Danni Ashe was the only one to see Euclid cut the rope. She was glad she couldn't hear Walker scream.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Jason!" Kelly Brook shouted in delight on seeing her visitor. It was her last day in the hospital, and this was making a good day even better.

"How's my little girl?" he asked, as they embraced.

"I'm a lot better now," Kelly answered.

"Your parents flew in this morning," Jason continued as he let her go. "They'll be here in a few minutes. You should hear your father - 'I knew it was a bad idea for her to get involved with Jennifer Lopez...'"

Kelly shook her head. "He knows it's my life... oh well, I guess he'll never change. Anyway, I'm glad you're here..." and she grinned at him. "Want to make up for lost time? Ever since those reporters tried to bust in they've agreed no one's in without my say-so, so we've got some privacy..."

She spread her right hand onto Jason's crotch. "Plus you can't get this around here."

Jason's prick rose almost at once. Having a go with Kelly would be heaven - but if Madonna found out, it would be hell. "Maybe I'd better pass, Kell... I read about those other two."

"Oh yes, those two," Kelly said slowly. "But you can still have a quick bite, can't you? No pricks involved, just your mouth."

"Well..." Jason answered by moving aside her blanket. Kelly was naked from the waist down, her sexy, shapely legs opened slightly. She had a beautiful hairy pussy there, just the way Jason liked it. "Always prepared, that's my Kelly," he laughed, and snuggled down, finding his girlfriend's snatch underneath the hair. Kelly was plump and juicy between her legs, and the smell was a bit strong, but not enough to turn his stomach. Jason flicked and licked along the small area, knowing his time was limited but at the same time wanting to make it as good as possible for both of them.

Kelly was usually a talker during the act, but for once she kept her mouth shut, apart from quick little breaths. The only audible sign she gave of Jason's munching was faster gasps... Kelly's chest rose and fell like an earthquake as she tried to keep the evidence of her orgasm away from anyone outside. Jason's lips and tongue nuzzling at her cunt were the best ******** she had got in this place, and whenever he kissed her little clit she felt a wonderful tingle. If only they were at home. If only they were in the hotel. If only this wasn't the first time here.

If only she had been right about the last one.

* * * * * * * * * *

"We've got the ones who've been treated separated from the ones who've been ruined," Madonna told the other ladies grimly as they met in her office. "We need to figure out what to do with them before the party gets underway."

"There's something else we have to sort out," Kylie Minogue added, throwing a glare at Anna Nicole Smith. "I still think you should have given Brooke Burke a shot."

"But I wanted to give her a chance!" Anna protested, pouting away. "And look how well it worked..."

"Okay, she's playing at being your pet now, but what's she doing when your back is turned? Your brain's even more scrambled than I thought," Kylie snapped. "I say no chances - pump Brooke's cunt full of the stuff and have her only take orders from Smith. That way everyone's happy."

"But I'm not on drugs myself," Anna argued.

"You didn't have a problem with the other ladies getting them," Naomi Campbell countered.

"Yeah, but we weren't talking about women on my team."

"Enough!" Madonna interrupted. "Wait until after tonight, then we'll talk about it again. Besides, Brooke is on-message..."

"You've been hanging around Tony Blair again, haven't you?" chuckled Kylie.

Madonna allowed a happy smile to flirt with her face. Tony and Cherie had been a nice bedtime partnership... then she snapped back to the present. "The point is, what are we going to do about those ladies?"

"Jennifer Love Hugetits hasn't been drugged yet," Naomi pointed out. "We can still turn her and use her."

"Getting it into her might be a problem, though," Christina Aguilera added. "It didn't work on the chopper."

"Yeah, she's not as airheaded as we thought," Madonna agreed. "Good thing there's always the lipstick - throw her in with a few of the other girls and make them get physical... Kelly Rowland and Halle Berry. I've always liked black girl/white girl stuff."

"What about mixed girl stuff?" Kylie asked. "We've still got to do Mariah Carey and Jessica Alba."

"We can't drug them again, and if they ever get out of here we're fucked," Madonna mused, "so... do what you have to with them."

Christina Aguilera nodded. She could hardly wait.

Kylie Minogue was the first to leave as the meeting adjourned. In spite of what Madonna said, she had no plans to wait until after tonight. Kylie's favourite man was serving elsewhere on the "Maverick" - he had six inches of cock in his trousers, and Kylie planned to use that to sort out Brooke for good.

Danni Ashe was the last to leave. She had somewhere else to go before her next job.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Once again assembled here," Cindy said thoughtfully to her companions. It was a tight squeeze now that she and Jennifer Lopez had been joined by Jennifer Love Hewitt, Jessica Alba and Mariah Carey, all of whom were back to normal now - and pissed with it. Each had filled the others in on what had happened and were all agreed on two things; 1) they had to get out of here and 2) they were going to cut a generous slice out of Madonna's backside in the process.

"We agreed to play along for a while," Jessica finished. "But if I'd known Maddie was going to make me fuck those whales..."

"Why didn't you say something then?" Mariah asked.

"Too scared," Jessica admitted.

"Scared? You've been on a show Friday nights on Fox and directed by James Cameron!" JLH pointed out. "After that I thought you could take anything..."

"Anyway, we don't have to fake it anymore," J-Lo reminded them. "The next time one of them comes to meet us, I say we jump them."

"And suppose they start shooting?" Cindy asked. "You want to risk one of us getting killed?"

"There's five of us - we might be lucky..."

There was no time to discuss it - the door was opening. Jennifer Lopez was about to attack, when in stepped Danni Ashe. A worried looking Danni Ashe, lacking the superior air her colleagues had. That was what stopped J-Lo; she could see something was up.

"Well?" Cindy asked.

"Tony, Joan - I need to speak with the ladies alone for a moment." The two muscled folks with her nodded and shut the door, as the porn star started to talk. "Listen - I need for Cindy and Lopez to... to kiss me. On the lips. Now."

"And we should do this why?" asked J-Lo suspiciously.

"Because it'll increase your chances of getting out of here. It worked on the other three... look, that drug Madonna uses has a little drawback. You need to take constant doses for it to work, but you can't take one too soon afterwards either - if you take another dose within a week, it wipes out the previous shot; the body can't take it so soon. Plus it never works on you again if you try it." Danni tilted her head upwards. "So come on, what have you got to lose?"

"How do we know you've got the stuff?" Cindy queried.

"I know," Danni answered.

"Oh, what the hell..." Cindy bent and slowly kissed Danni on the lips, followed by J-Lo.

"Getting in training for Danni's Hard Drive?" joked Mariah.

"Okay. You're both clean now - Cindy, Madonna's never going to be able to make you eat Lopez's pussy again."

"You went down on J-Lo?" JLH said, shocked.

"Never remind me," Cindy told them. It still rankled.

"Now," Danni continued, "before I take the two of you, I need the two of you to make me a promise. There are a lot of guys out there who wouldn't mind seeing more porn folks and centrefold models in your employ; the two of you swear to me that you'll set the wheels in motion when you get back."

"We already talked about it," J-Lo admitted.

"We figured we were being unfair," Cindy added. "You've got yourself a deal, Danni. But I want to sign you up first."

"You're on," Danni laughed.

"Always the businesswoman, huh moley?" J-Lo chuckled despite herself.

"You snooze, you lose," Cindy replied. "But why can't the others come too?"

"We'll move faster in smaller groups," Danni explained. "Plus we had a meeting..."

* * * * * * * * * *

"Rise and shine, people..." said the officer cheerily. "I've got some good news for you."

"Someone's paid our bail?" Liv Tyler asked hopefully.

"Oh, that'll be sorted out soon enough," the officer assured her and Sofia, who was slowly going stir crazy. "You've got a visitor."

"That's the good news?" Sofia muttered, before correcting herself. ANYONE who cared enough to come along for them counted as good news.

"Did someone say 'bail'?" said the reporter from one of the US tabloids, one of several (reporters, not tabloids) who was on the island ferreting out the Cindygate story, and the one who the guard had called earlier. "You know who owns my paper? The money to get you two lovely ladies out of this cell is pocket change to Murdoch... I can't get to Kelly Brook, but you talk to me and we'll have you out of here in no time."

"You promise?" Liv said eagerly.

"Wait a minute - so Kelly's okay?" Sofia interrupted.

"Sofia, we've got a chance to get out of here!"

"Yeah, she's fine; she's giving a press conference soon to tell the whole story."

"And you want to get a jump on it?" Sofia continued, not even waiting for an answer before ploughing on. "We'll give our statements when she does - but they'll be yours exclusively if you do me one little favour."

"Name it," said the hopeful newshound.

Sofia Vergara named it.

"That's it? That's all you want?"

"Yes. And one for Liv here as well."

"Women," the reporter thought as he agreed.

* * * * * * * * * *

The control room was below the "Maverick"'s decks, and only the women in charge had access to it. Danni Ashe swiped her ID card and let herself, Cindy and J-Lo inside. "What you said to me earlier got me thinking," Danni explained as she sat before some of the monitors and started to switch them on. The screens flickered on to show what the security cameras were covering; they were planted in every room on the yacht, covering each angle of each room. But some cameras weren't for the yacht; the rooms they were surveying were in the plantation house.

"Those ones there for the house are coming via satellite," Danni continued. "That's how they saw Mariah Carey getting cornholed."

"Why are they watching the house?" Cindy asked, already knowing the answer.

"For the same reason they're covering the yacht," Danni said grimly. "Madonna wants a little advantage - I'm sure you and Jenny Lopez have had some customers who want to be a bit discreet. Extremely rich people, husbands who'd rather their wives didn't know they were chasing celeb snatch, that sort of thing."

The other two women nodded.

"Basically, if she gets footage of someone who doesn't want their presence known here, especially if Maddie wants something from that person..."

"The little shit," J-Lo hissed.

"Plus, she likes to watch. It gives her a kick."

"I'll give HER a kick," Cindy fumed. "We've got cameras at Cindy Inc., but not for stuff like this."

"Ditto," Jennifer Lopez agreed. "This isn't right."

"You want stuff that isn't right?" Danni asked. "Wait until you see our feature presentation. It's an anthology..." She pushed a VHS tape into one of the machines, and started it up. On screen, the three women watched the Aguilera-Campbell-Hewitt-Alba business described earlier, and then the scene changed to a direct closeup of something dark. As the camera pulled back, they could make it out, and recognised it. It was a penis, long and erect, with thick hair above it and plump balls dangling below it. Its owner was naked and moaning above camera view.

As the camera pulled further back, the penis started to be obscured by a pair of lips. The owner of the lips soon came into shot - Kylie Minogue was happily sucking away on the man's cock. She was kneeling down by the side of a car in the road, buck naked and feeling herself as she swallowed his rod. Kylie began to flick her snatch as she moved her head back and forth over the man's meat.

"That's her driver," Danni said as they watched Kylie suck ever harder. "She hates the guy in real life. And Anna Nicole Smith doesn't like getting fucked up the ass."

As if to prove her non-point, the scene then changed to a shot of Anna Nicole Smith's enormous rump. She was bent over in front of the camera, singing something that might have been "The Eyes Of Texas Are Upon You" if a few more of the notes had been in tune. Her hands grabbed her rumpcheeks and opened them up, giving a crystal clear view of her gaping asshole. A pencil-thin erection hove into shot as Anna Nicole's wavering vocals contined.

The owner slowly inserted it into the Texan's bottom, as a second one entered the frame and its offscreen owner worked it inside alongside the first one. Anna's singing became louder as she felt her anus stretching with the two cocks. She inclined her head around to face the camera as her warbling reached its end. "Any requestssSSS....?!?" she asked, her voice going up as the two pricks began to thrust in harmony up her butt. "Okay..."

Dual anal penetration was one thing, but listening to Anna Nicole Smith do the worst ever version of "Feelings" in the process was too much. "Can we stop this now?" Cindy begged, feeling dirtier than ever.

"This one, yes," Danni agreed, as she cued up another tape. This time it was outdoors, in a green jungle ("This was in Brazil," Danni continued). This time, the screen showed Danni herself, being repeatedly drilled by a man who wasn't her husband, while Madonna fucked Naomi on the ground alongside.

"But I thought you didn't do men on camera," J-Lo said, as Danni didn't fake the ecstasy on screen.

"I don't," Danni told them. "Madonna must have instructed us to do all this stuff and not remember a thing afterwards."

"Kelly's obviously not going to be talking about this," Cindy said. "So what IS her speech going to be about?"

"About how the two of you have been pretending to be enemies when all the time you've been partners. About how that plantation house is yours - the two of you have been hosting orgies there with underage boys and girls, and you've been hiring some folks here to run the place on your behalf, and paying them a fortune of course. Whenever one or the other or both of you are here in secret, you've contacted several of your ladies and supervised them in action here. Including taping them."

"Like Kelly and Jenny Garner?"

"You've seen that tape, have you, Cindy? But not like this... this is what Kelly's supposed to show the press soon." And Danni cued up the image Cindy had seen in Kelly Brook's hotel room. There was Kelly, and there was Jennifer Garner, and there lying between them was Madonna. Except instead of Madonna there was a woman who was several inches taller, had brunette hair instead of peroxided blonde, no gap in her teeth... and a very distinctive mole.

"Baby Jesus, meek and mild," Cindy whispered. "That's me."

"Madonna had herself digitally replaced by you," Danni explained. "And that's not the only time you're here..." She moved the tape forward to another scene - Kelly Brook was writhing away on the bed, with "Cindy Crawford" pumping her from the front with an enormous dildo and "Jennifer Lopez" butt-fucking the British actress with an equally huge strap-on. "That was Kylie and Naomi. Respectively, if you care. Kelly's going to say that the two of you forced her to do it."

Jennifer Lopez had, in fact, seduced Kelly Brook that way, but it had been as a birthday treat (for her, not Kelly). Sex tapes had temporarily derailed Rob Lowe and embarrassed Pamela Anderson, but this stuff would end their careers for good. They HAD to stop Kelly.

"This isn't real," she muttered. "This isn't happening."

"The stuff on the tapes isn't," Danni agreed, "but this whole setup IS. And Madonna's already upped the stakes. You know that guy who got the stuff into you, Cindy?"

Even if Cindy hadn't been convinced that Danni Ashe had switched sides, the next few moments sold her. They had two days before Kelly Brook talked, time enough to get to her.

Or so they thought.

* * * * * * * * * *

Jennifer Love Hewitt, stripped bare and yelling, was shoved into the quarters holding Halle Berry and Kelly Rowland. "And don't let her out until she's been converted!" Kenrick shouted.

"No problem," Ryan told his superior, before he faced the three women. All were nude, but only one was uncomfortable. This was getting to him... and especially considering Kelly Rowland.

"Kelly?"

"Yeah?" asked the singer.

"When Halle's through, can you do JLH as well?"

"You only have to ask..."

Ryan nodded and left the women alone.

"What are you going to do?" Jennifer Love Hewitt asked, as Halle clasped the woman to her.

"Exactly what I've been doing for years," Halle told her, and kissed her. "Just lie back and enjoy it." JLH lay back, feeling the carpet pressing onto her back as Halle climbed onto her, kissing her again and slipping her tongue into Jen's mouth.

"You really ought to let these out on screen one of these days," Halle suggested, playing with JLH's famed funbags. "I took off all my clothes and I got an Oscar for it - they see these meat curtains the next thing you know it's an AFI Lifetime Achievement Award." Halle squashed her own breasts against Jennifer's, who responded by returning the kisses.

"Yeah, that's right... I'm not going to hurt you." Jennifer began to stroke Halle's brown body, as Kelly Rowland eyed the two women. She was dying to get herself some of that, but orders were orders. Plus it was fun to just watch. Kelly could feel a slight moistening down below as Hewitt spread open Berry's box with her right hand while the left one stroked her hair. Halle's mouth took in as much of JLH's right breast as she could, and she sucked it like a lollipop, leaving the nipple shining like a beacon.

JLH cupped Halle's breasts, bobbing them up and down. Worth every penny, she thought as she rubbed the hard little nipples before bending to kiss each in turn; she wondered if she bit them what kind of Berry juice would come out, and contented herself with small Love bites, getting small "Mm!"s from Halle. Then she went lower down, and studied her partner's bushy snatch for a moment before tasting it.

"Whooo!" she cried in delight - whatever it was Halle Berry tasted like, she wanted some more of it. Halle was squirming in delight as she felt JLH's mouth down there, her tongue moving slowly along her puffed opening and her hands slowly stroking her thighs. It was no secret that Jennifer Love Hewitt's good-girl image was something of an act, but that only made it even better when she was in the bedroom and the real JLH emerged. Jennifer burrowed her tongue deeper inside Halle's sweet, fragrant cunt, waiting for her to come.

Halle threw a glance to Kelly Rowland, beckoned to her to come over, and pointed to her pussy. Miss Rowland got up and walked over to Halle slowly, giving her a chance to enjoy her ripped, dark chocolate body - the smallish but firm breasts, the great line down her rock-solid stomach, the fine lean legs and bald snatch. At that moment JLH looked up, and enjoyed a clear view of Kelly's taut and round buns as they obscured Halle's face. Soon it was Kelly's turn to moan from oral sex, as JLH moved herself up and embraced Miss Rowland from behind, rubbing her breasts and licking her back.

Kelly turned her head, and broke the spell Halle Berry had cast by giving Jennifer Love Hewitt a deep kiss.

* * * * * * * * * *

Kenrick had heard Ryan's request, but it was at precisely that moment that it occurred to him what he had in mind. By the time he got to the cell and angrily opened it, it was too late...

Kelly Rowland was finally the centre of attention for once. Jennifer Love Hewitt was rubbing her luscious self all over the Rowland legs and fondling her cunt with Kelly's feet, Halle Berry was gently kissing and stroking her toned butt, and both were slowly praising her as being better in bed than Beyonce.

"I don't know how I got here," Kelly murmured lazily, "but I love it..."

Even Kenrick's stiffy couldn't keep him from shouting "RYAN!!!!" as he ran out.

* * * * * * * * * *

In her room, Brooke Burke finished washing the taste of the dog food out of her mouth. Damn Bajan quarantine laws - and damn Anna Nicole Smith. She had already done all the sobbing she was going to do; threats or no threats, it was time to get out of here.

She heard the door flinging open - that was another thing about this yacht, nobody ever knocked. "What do you want now, Smith?" she said.

"You've got the hair colour right, at least," Kylie Minogue told her. "Brooke, meet Gordon. He's my own favourite man around here - he's the one who got Christina Milian involved, and he's going to do the same thing to you."

Gordon was considerably taller and more muscular than either Kylie or Brooke, so arguments might have been out of the question; but she tried anyway. "But Anna Nicole - "

" - is a fuckwit," Kylie interrupted. "And she's a crackpot. Madonna wants you all in control, and this is the only way how. So you can either let him take you or..."

Brooke sighed, and undressed. She figured she might as well enjoy it. Gordon looked a lot happier than she did, quickly doffing his clothes. "Ain't he built?" Kylie laughed, patting his dangling equipment.

Brooke nodded, shooing Kylie out - "I don't fuck in front of an audience."

"Suit yourself," Miss Minogue agreed, and withdrew. Brooke had hardly time to notice the door shutting before Gordon was on top of her, his hands roaming her body like he was possessed, his lips roughly kissing her everywhere. She was willing to do it, but she needed a little time... he had her on the bed, grinding away against her. Whatever his virtues were, patience wasn't one of them. What on Earth was it about him that Kylie liked so much? He forced himself onto her face, and Brooke opened wide for his organ.

As soon as she had it in her mouth, she understood what it was about him that Kylie liked so much. The man's dick wasn't at all bad. Brooke sucked on it with more enthusiasm than she had expected, listening to Gordon's grunts of satisfaction. That was another point in his favour - no yammering. She felt her mouth tingling as she enjoyed his rod, wondering what the come would taste like.

An instant later she found it tasted like strawberries. No wonder Kylie liked this fellow. Brooke swallowed the lot, licked her lips and kissed the head as Gordon made a swivelling motion with his hands. "Back to playing the dog again," she said cheerily as she assumed the position, feeling Gordon's hands on her jugs. That was something you wouldn't be seeing at Crufts.

Brooke waited to feel her butt cored, and was so sure that that was what he had in mind that when she felt her pussy fill up with the prick it took her by surprise.

"WHAAAAAOOOOHHHHHH!!!" Kylie Minogue, listening outside, snickered to herself as she overheard Brooke Burke being pumped. The creaks were very audible; it wouldn't be long now. Brooke was a cutie, Gordon was very quick on the trigger...

"Aaaaaahhhhh...." That was the signal. Kylie stepped inside, just in time to see Gordon pulling out of Brooke. Short and to the point.

"No more games, Brooke," Kylie said briskly. "Squat on Gordon's face, please, and..."

"Not a chance," Brooke replied.

"Gordon, you did tell her that she was supposed to do everything I say, didn't you?"

"Oh, he did," Brooke assured her. "It's just that I'm not going to. Whatever it was you had in mind, it didn't work. But thanks for the fuck, Gordon - I can see why she likes you." She gave him a kiss and a dazzling smile. "Look me up when you're in LA."

Halle Berry may have turned JLH, but the little cunnilingus she had given Brooke had been the sexy TV hostess's first dose; the blowjob Brooke had given Gordon had resulted in the second dose; and by now you'll have figured out what happened. Kylie was lost for words...

* * * * * * * * * *

The wind was sweeping through their hair. It was a lovely morning. Jessica Alba was wearing a very fetching skimpy bikini; Mariah Carey was similarly attired. They were clutching each other in front of a small crew. They could have been shooting a "Maxim" spread, but they were actually on the deck of the "Maverick," they were clutching each other in fear, and the crew was headed by Christina Aguilera.

"How do you solve a problem like Mariah?" Christina asked metaphorically. "Madonna can't have you two around to ask questions, but killing you on this ship is out - too messy, and I don't do floors."

"I hear you do rappers, though," Mariah parried.

"Takes a skank to know a skank," Christina replied.

"Leave them alone!" the other Christina - Milian - begged. "They haven't done anything to you!"

"Not yet," Aguilera told them. "Now I'm going to give you and Alba a choice... you can either go that way - " and she pointed out to sea. " - or you can go this way." And she held up her gun. "Either way is fine with me, but that way you might make it... or you might drown, they find your bodies, they figure you went swimming, got into trouble, no harm, no foul."

"No foul for you, shit-eater," Jessica snapped.

"Just the way I like it," the blonde told them. "Now, if you haven't made up your mind by the time I count to three, I'll make it up for you."

"Please, Christina - for the love of God..."

"Shut it, Milian! One..."

Jessica and Mariah took each other's hands.

"Two..."

The two women leaped over the barrier.

"Oh, fuck it - FIRE!"

Jessica and Mariah hit the sea just as Christina Aguilera's men opened fire. The ladies swam desperately, hoping their plunge and their swimming could spare them.

On the deck, Christina Milian screamed and ran to the barrier, gazing at the blue sea below. The shooting had been short, but brutal. She couldn't see anything...

"If you say anything, you're going in after them. AFTER I shoot," Christina Aguilera told her grimly. "Clear?"

Miss Milian nodded.

"Now go back to your quarters and tell the other ladies what happened. Call it a lesson..."

* * * * * * * * * *

Jessica Alba had no idea how long they had been under the surface - she could hold her breath longer than Mariah, but the two had taken as much air as possible before the leap, and Jessica had shared what air she could with her colleague while trying to escape the bullets.

At last she broke the surface, gasping for air but glad to be alive. The Caribbean Sea was all around her, and she could feel Mariah; she had never let go of her. The "Maverick" was behind them, but that was the least of their worries.

"Come on, Mariah - unless we can find a boat we've got a long swim ahead of us..."

Jessica faced her companion. Mariah's eyes were half-closed, she was breathing shallowly - and the water around her was crimson.

"MARIAH!!!" screamed Jessica.

[anonymous]

For those who came in late: Cindy Crawford and several of her ladies have had their tourism layout job in Barbados hijacked by a group backed by a consortium of female celebs led by Madonna, who plan to take over both Cindy Inc. and J-Lo's and launch their own celebrity whorehouse in international waters called the Dollhouse, with unwitting help from Kelly Brook. Now all the women (except one) are in danger thanks to a spot of mind control, and Cindy's been forced to munch on her (until now) most hated enemy. Now read on... (And if your celeb here doesn't get any sex, I promise they all will by the end.)

All feedback to cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk (and apologies in advance to Brooke Burke fans, but the story isn't over yet)

* * * * * * * * * *

"Do me, Cindy! Do me!" Anna Nicole Smith begged.

"You'll all get your turns," Madonna promised as Cindy, still weeping, finished the job. "Now say 'Hi, I'm Cindy Crawford.'"

"Hi, I'm Cindy Crawford - " and that was as far as she got before she couldn't speak any more, on account of the weight of a furious Jennifer Lopez on top of her, clawing away at her.

"Oh, did I mention I programmed her to go ballistic every time you said that?" Maddie added. "There is a code phrase that switches the commands off, and it's connected to her. Good luck finding it. Let's go, ladies; the last of Cindy's ladies should be arriving soon."

One by one the other women filed out, with the cries and yells of Cindy as she struggled with the fiery Lopez roundly ignored. Christina Aguilera stopped to give La Crawford the finger as she left last, and then Cindy's eyes exploded as Jennifer punched her in them. Cindy hit back, scratching at her enemy while her mind went racing through everything she knew about her opponent. A code phrase connected to her... as Jennifer tugged on her breasts and tried to bite, Cindy shouted the first thing that came to mind. But while there were some women whose hearts would have stopped at the mention of "Ben Affleck!" this time it didn't work.

"Puff Daddy!" Cindy panted. Nothing, just a quick volley of blows to the sternum. Cindy managed to wriggle away, but Jennifer grabbed one of her arms and clutched her by the waist, and began to grip tightly. "Ja Rule! If You Had My Love! The Bronx! On The 6! Waiting For Tonight!" Cindy continued shouting one Lopez-related thing after another as she was crushed to the ground. God, this woman had a big ass, and it was pinning her down...

Feeling the air vanishing, Cindy tried and tried to turn her head enough, at the same time grunting more potential code words - "The Cell! Versace! Selena! U-Turn! Extortionate demands on TV shows! Ahh... oh God help me remember... "

She could see the meat of Jennifer's ass now... if she stretched up a bit... "Money Train! The Wedding Planner! The Fly Girls! ANACONDA!!!!'" screamed Cindy as she took a deep bite.

Then it was Jennifer Lopez's turn to scream; Cindy's teeth were sharp and they had drawn blood. She had to leap off the supermodel; Jennifer tripped over herself as she did and landed on the floor as Cindy, with the upper hand at last, unfurled herself and started to go for her - and noticed a new look in her rival's eyes. Where there had been programmed rage, now there was confusion, disorientation, genuine shock. Cindy had found the code word.

"Where the hell am I?" Jennifer asked Cindy. "Who did that to you? And why does my ass hurt?"

"We're on a yacht floating off Barbados, you, and I bit you - in order," Cindy explained. "And much as I hate to say this, you and I are on the same team this time..."

* * * * * * * * * *

The police car was speeding up a driveway, and Mariah had long since given up trying to escape, helped no end by her being handcuffed. She could tell she had been tricked; what she didn't know was where she was going.

"Don't worry, Miss Carey," the "officer" assured her, "we're nearly there." Mariah felt that gave her all the more reason to BE worried, but didn't say anything. The car stopped just outside a large plantation house, and she was escorted out of it by the driver. Although it was a very hot afternoon, her temperature soon got a little higher when she saw the man who was waiting for her.

"Please allow me to introduce myself," said the hotelier.

"You're a man of wealth and taste? I kinda figured that," Mariah told him. "And I know who you are - we don't forget THAT easily. You were one of the customers I was with a few days ago."

"That's right," the hotelier assured her. "Now go inside and have a rest."

"Well, I AM pretty tired," Mariah admitted. She walked away, the driver and the hotelier watching her butt wiggling.

"You could have taken her right now," the driver laughed.

"I don't like to fuck outdoors," the hotelier pointed out. "When's the helicopter coming?"

"In about half an hour. Time for a drink. And maybe some of that sweet Carey pussy as a chaser?"

* * * * * * * * * *

Jennifer Love Hewitt had been waiting in there for hours. Days, it seemed. And still nothing. She was blessing the Internet, however; she had had a little thrill finding some porn stories about herself on some story site (she made a note to tell the boss when they got back), and now she was engrossed in picture sites featuring guys. Thank God for a lack of net nannies.

She stroked the computer screen - or rather the muscled bodies and massive cocks of the guys on the computer screen. Why was it that when the action was guy/guy or girl/girl there were hardly ever any ugly ones, but when it was guy/girl at least one participant (and usually not the girl) was gross? Jennifer clicked from one shot to the next, her troubles forgotten as she enjoyed the visions of beautiful men fucking. For an instant she considered suggesting to Cindy that they sign up some guys... nah. Small breasts were less of a bother than small penises. She licked an image of one particularly pleasing spread-shot with all the best bits (thick rod, balls, open buns) laid out as she started to play with herself.

"Why can't I get a man like that?" JLH pouted as she rubbed her head against the screen, feeling herself get ever wetter as she fondled her little quim, poking herself as deep as possible and running fingers through her silky brown cunthairs. Imagining herself as the only woman amongst all those gorgeous hunks, she closed her eyes...

BEEP - BEEP - BEEP

"Ah, shit..." Jennifer grumbled, opening them again and reluctantly using her free hand to get the mobile. It had better be important - she never liked being interrupted while fantasising. "Hello?"

"Hi! Jessica here - Cindy just buzzed us and she's all right; she found out where the ladies are and what's going on..."

Jennifer whooped. "Okay, so where are you now?"

"Can you get a taxi to Island Hoppers? I'll meet you there and we can go directly to Cindy."

"I'm on my way! You just made my day a lot brighter, Alba!"

As Jennifer Love Hewitt hung up, Jessica Alba switched off the mobile and nodded to Kenrick. "Like she said, I'll meet her there." She sprang up and, pausing only to glare at him as he patted her butt, was out the door.

Kenrick and Halle studied the unconscious and gagged Brooke. "It'll be a while before they get back; I need something to pass the time. Halle, do me a favour and go down on sleeping beauty here," Kenrick suggested, and she began to unzip Brooke's jeans.

* * * * * * * * * *

"They fixed it all," Liv told Sofia in a low voice.

"Who?"

"The women on the yacht. It's all coming back now..."

"Liv? Are you awake?"

Liv was still slumbering between the two men she had been fucking when the door opened. Her eyes half shut, she nodded as the blonde woman came closer.

"Listen to me, Liv," murmured Kylie. "In a few minutes, you're going to get up, and go over the side of the yacht. It's close enough to the shore so you'll be able to swim to safety, but not close enough for anyone to spot us. When you're found, you'll tell them a name to put people on the wrong scent: Jennifer Love Hewitt. Do you understand?"

"Yes..." Liv said. "Jennifer Love Hewitt."

"Good," the toothy Australian chanteuse nodded. "And one more thing..."

Sofia's eyes widened as Liv told her that Kylie had also instructed her to make love to the first one of her colleagues who greeted her. "That must be why I responded so well," she said slowly. "They must have dosed me too. You're very good-looking, but not usually my type."

"Well, at least we're safe here for the moment. What... where's that officer gone?"

"Liv, we're not going anywhere."

* * * * * * * * * *

"Hello?... Yes, I'm the officer with those two celebs caught fucking at QEH... I've got a hot tip for you..."

* * * * * * * * * *

Mariah Carey's ass is considered by fans to be one of the best, most erotic parts of her body. At this time it was being stretched apart by Walker, the hotelier, in the main room of the house. It was a pleasure for both of them; Walker because this was actually the first time he had ever put his cock up someone's butthole, Mariah because she loved getting it back there. She was proud of her behind, and when a man enjoyed it as much as she did...

Walker ground himself as far into Mariah's ass as he could, digging his manicured fingers into the two meaty cheeks. He had jerked off to shots of her for years, and now actually having those creamy, perfectly round globes around his hard cock made everything worthwhile. The room was silent except for their grunts and pants; he slapped Mariah's cheeks again, noting with delight the small red spots glowing. She wiggled her butt to and fro as the hotelier's rod massaged her anus; Walker licked his lips remembering how he had treated her asshole like a pussy a few moments before. And best of all, he wouldn't leave her with a kid when he...

He... Mariah started to scream, arching her wonderful body backwards and forwards as Walker increased his pumping, pounding her back door eagerly as he felt himself finally about to put something in the area normally for exits. "Mariah - if I could die right now, this sweet butt'll mean I'm going happy..." he grunted, clutching her rump as he emptied his come into her opening.

Watching on a monitor aboard the 'Maverick,' the woman who had paid him off earlier shook her head, and pressed a button on a table next to her. This would be a problem.

* * * * * * * * * *

In the rec room, Kelly Rowland flung aside her cards, stood up and launched into song, peeling off the last of her clothes as she did so.

"Nothing like a good loser," Kylie Minogue chuckled, who herself was almost down to nothing in this game of strip poker. Anastacia was also wearing very little, and Jennifer Garner wasn't wearing anything above the waist; only Christina Milian and Naomi Campbell were relatively dressed. The men with them, of course, were fully dressed ("Is this game rigged?" Anastacia had asked. "Yes," said one. "Okay..." she laughed as she pulled off her trousers - for a short person she had beautiful legs... then again, that's no real surprise after Britney, Jessica Alba, Kylie etc. All midgets, all nicely gifted in the leg department).

"It's all in the game..." Kelly finished, as she stood there completely naked, doing a little twirl so everyone could see everything. Toned and dark, with a really lovely line bisecting her hard stomach, Kelly fondled her perky little breasts as she faced the others. "I guess it's time for the poking..."

"Ain't it the truth," one of the men agreed, his eyes fixed on Kelly's trimmed pussy.

"Who wants to go first?" she asked, advancing towards him. "Or do you want to wait until they're all naked? I know someone here wants to see Naomi's buns."

"Fuck HER - give me Anastacia!"

"Okay, one more hand... boys against girls," Jennifer suggested. "Winner takes all. Christina'll play for us. Kelly, you deal."

Kelly dealt out the cards, feeling the players stroking her legs as she did. "Okay... put 'em up."

Christina Milian looked at her cards, and flung them away in disgust, followed by her remaining clothes. Kylie was next, and Naomi "reluctantly" followed suit. Soon all the women in the room were in the buff, and all the men... weren't. They had, however, unzipped their trousers so their cocks could poke out; their "dolls" had agreed to be banged while the men stayed dressed. The ladies each took a man, sitting on their laps and with the cocks within touching distance, except for Naomi; her long, sinuous body had planted itself directly onto the prick of her chosen conqueror, so he had a bigger look of shock on his face than the others. She wriggled about on his lap, her haughty face softening for a moment.

"Musical fucks, honey?" she asked, taking his hands and putting them on her small breasts.

"Musical fucks," he agreed.

Naomi started to twist around his prick inside her; Kelly Rowland opened wide and consumed the cock of her ride; Christina enveloped her guy in her arms and they began to grind; Anastacia clamped her man's prick between her powerful jugs and began to thrust it back and forth; Kylie Minogue placed her famed bottom cheeks around her guy's cock and did likewise; and Jennifer Garner sat on her fellow's shoulders, smothering him with her lovely chestnut cunt. Music, Christina Milian's "From AM to PM" filled the room as they got busy.

"When it gets to the chorus..." Naomi managed to say as she bounced her lovely ass up and down on her guy's lap, "everybody changes to the next one; if he hasn't come, he's OUTTTT!!!!!" She screamed as she felt the hot iron inside her cunt explode; she was filled with what she secretly hoped would be a little girl.

Kelly Rowland had also been successful; her greedy sucking of her target (Destiny's Child were less unwilling to entertain male groupies than their interviews suggested; many were the fans who had visited the openings of Kelly, Michelle and Beyonce) had caused his juice to flood her mouth. Ironically, Christina had been less successful; her man sadly got up, giving her a final kiss, and they swapped. Christina now had to sit and wait until the game ended (the winner got to bang all the ladies), and changed the music to one of Kylie's, wincing as "Spinning Around" started - Paula Abdul was a nice lady but a shit songwriter. "The next time around, I'm putting 'Play' on," she vowed.

The man who had been wanked by Anastacia's tits now found himself in front of Kelly. "I don't think mine are really up for what Anastacia did," Kelly admitted as Kylie (record version) told everyone to move out of her way. "How about a Naomi?"

"Um... how about a hand job?" Ryan suggested, as the groans next to him grew. "It would be better for me."

* * * * * * * * * *

"Yummy yummy yummy, I've got love in my tummy..." Jennifer Love Hewitt sang to herself as she made her way towards the helicopter terminal. She had learned that song from a client who insisted on playing it each time he was with her (he said it added something each time he "ate" her). Oh well, it could have been worse - he could have been a James Taylor fan.

"...and I feel like loving yooo-ouuu..."

"Why thanks, JLH," Jessica Alba replied, "but maybe later."

"Oh sorry," she giggled. "I was just thinking about this song and - "

"Hey, no foul. Come on, we've got to get to the 'Maverick,'" Jessica continued as the two got on the chopper, and she nodded to the pilot. "Thanks for waiting."

"Anything for two gorgeous ladies," the pilot replied. "We'll be there in about half an hour."

"Too bad I didn't bring my camera," JLH said as they took to the air.

"Yeah, you'll be even more sorry when we get to the ship," Jessica continued, as she slowly removed a little cylinder from her shirt pocket, the one Kenrick had given her just before she left.

Studying the Barbadian landscape moving underneath them, Jennifer Love Hewitt loved how green and pleasant it was. If this wasn't a trip to the 'Maverick'...

"Wait a minute, Jessie. Cindy knew I was waiting back at the hotel, right? So... why didn't she call back there first before buzzing you? In fact, why didn't she call at all?"

"She's on a boat way out to sea, Hewitt!" Jessica pointed out. "The farther out you go the further out of range mobiles are, so she couldn't..." Then she saw the look in Jennifer's eyes.

"Ah, fuck it," Jessica sighed, and brought up the needle filled with the drug rapidly. JLH felt the tip of it touch her skin and pulled back just before it could pierce through, and grabbed Jessica's hand.

"Don't fight it, JLH!" Miss Alba shouted as she tried to inject her. "It's not gonna kill you! You'll just be working with us!"

"I don't WANT to work with you like this!" the bosomy actress/singer yelled, as she fought back. The two women rocked back and forth in the seats as the pilot tried to keep the chopper steady and ignore the scuffling behind him - a fight that ended with a scream that soon tailed off as the drugs took effect. Then nothing.

* * * * * * * * * *

Kelly Brook set down her knife and fork and smiled at the nurse, who had entered just as she finished breakfast. "That's what I like to see," the nurse said approvingly. "You're coming along nicely."

"I just want to be out of here," Kelly told her as the tray was removed.

"You've got a lot of fans down there," the nurse added. "All wanting to know about this whole 'Cindygate' thing. I don't think she's as bad as all that, though - she was the one who signed you in here after all."

Kelly was wondering who had put her here; but all she wanted to do was call her family and Jason, let them know she was okay... and NO reporters. Not yet -

"Let me in, please! I've got to talk to her... my editor's creaming for the inside story..." The two women in the room glared at the door cracking open, as the reporter on the other side tried to squeeze by the guards. "Kelly, is it true that you've been - " was all he managed to say before the door was slammed shut, and shouts of "LET ME GO! This is harassment! The public has a right to know..." receded into the distance.

The nurse shook her head. "Vultures," she muttered. "You get some rest now, miss."

"Um... Nurse?" Kelly said thoughtfully. "I've got a message I'd like you to give them."

"You want me to tell them to piss off? Believe me, most of us feel the same way..."

"No - tell them I'll talk to them when I get out of here. I'll meet them at my hotel in about two or three days and give a statement to them all at once, blood oath."

The nurse nodded and left, as Kelly went over what was waiting in her mind. She needed something to get herself off it; where was Jason? Why hadn't he come to see her yet?

* * * * * * * * * *

The "Maverick" had three helicopters for its own use on the island, but only one could land at a time. The one carrying Kenrick, Halle Berry and Brooke Burke had arrived previously, and Halle was being reintroduced to the other ladies. Brooke, on the other hand, was being ferried to the private lounge of Anna Nicole Smith - "She has a little proposition for you," one of the underlings had explained. "Madonna said it was okay."

"Why does it matter what she thinks?" Brooke asked. "Does she own this place or something?"

"Yes." Brooke had shut up, and now found herself waiting for Anna Nicole to finish her ablutions. The Texan was singing while she freshened up, and Brooke didn't like those sounds either. Finally the toilet flushed and the massively structured blonde came out, beaming like a politician and with almost as much sincerity.

"Brookie!" she squealed. "Glad you're here and intact - you ARE intact, right? Haven't been fucked by anyone over at Cindy Incorporated lately?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but no."

"Well, it IS my business," Anna continued, setting her big and bouncy backside down opposite the slim brunette. "Lemme explain how it works..." And ignoring Brooke's eye-rolling, she did so.

"...so basically of all the fillies of Cindy C's that are around here, you're pretty much the only one who we can't play with," Anna finished. "That was my idea."

"Why?" Brooke asked.

Anna laughed. "We're SISTERS, Brookie! You've got "Rank," I've got my own show on E! too - I couldn't hurt a fellow worker. So here's the deal; you be my slave, and I make sure any guy puts his two-incher in your holes isn't drugged up. See, I've always wanted someone who I can boss around..."

"Well, that lets me out," Brooke interrupted.

"Look, you don't understand - I can make things very easy here for you... or very, very hard."

"Is that a fact." Brooke fell silent for a moment as Anna studied her.

"All right," she said.

"Shake on it," Anna Nicole breathed. "And just in case you're thinking 'Yeah OK I'll play along and when I get out of here I'll blow the whole thing wide open with all the inside stuff,' let me get one thing clear. You are NEVER leaving this place. I know some guys who want your ass, but I've really got it."

Anna sounded, for once, as if she was very clear.

* * * * * * * * * *

Jennifer Lopez stared at Cindy Crawford in disbelief as the moled angel finished her tale. "I knew that old witch would try something like this," she said, shaking her head. "Should have punched her when I had the chance instead of letting her in - "

"You let her in at your place?" Cindy interrupted. "I was wondering how they got to you."

"Oh yeah," J-Lo continued, regretting it. "It was just after I gave Haguilera her walking papers. Maddie came swanning by, gave me the whole speech about wanting to let bygones be bygones, how about a quick one, a million dollars on the spot... if she hadn't paid in cash I would never have done it."

Cindy's nose wrinkled. "You mean you and MADONNA? What were you THINKING?!"

"I know, I know... if she's got this drug you're on about, she must have done it to me while she was sticking her tongue in my snatch. When I get my hands on Hitler in drag - "

"Madonna thought you were pretty poor that night," Kylie Minogue interrupted. "She's looking forward to seeing if Cindy Crawford's any better."

"You tell her the day I agree to fuck Mrs. Ritchie will be the day we're up for Best Actress Oscars," Cindy retorted.

"In a few minutes you'll be able to tell her yourself," Danni Ashe, who had accompanied Kylie to get them, added. "Madonna's rounding up most of the rest of your girls - Liv Tyler and that South American girl with the big tits are still in jail and we can't touch them yet..."

"And then she'll go for you," Cindy suggested.

The others (including J-Lo) looked at Cindy in surprise.

"Think about it," Cindy pleaded. "When was the last time Madonna let herself play second fiddle to ANYONE? She always has to focus everything on herself - you think she's really going to let the others have a say once this Dollhouse thing is open to the public? Especially you, Danni - you're basically a porn star, not even mainstream like Jaws 5 here."

"I resent that!" Kylie shouted.

"Listen to me," Cindy continued, ignoring Kylie. "Think it over - Madonna's not going to share..."

"It wasn't like you or Lopez were eager to sign up porn ladies," Danni answered quietly, and withdrew.

As the door shut, Cindy was silent. Much as she hated to admit it, Danni Ashe had a point; she had been firmly mainstream all the way. And from time to time some people HAD asked about Playmates, porno actresses, etc... but Cindy had never actually approached any of them or even considered it. Yet some of them did have a fame in some circles. And it wasn't like she herself hadn't posed nude in "Playboy," for instance.

She might have looked down on Jennifer Lopez for signing up L'il Kim, but maybe it was time for her to lower herself a bit. Never mind the expanded audience, it might just be the right thing to do.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Welcome to the Dollhouse, ladies," said Madonna with as sincere a smile as she could muster. Jessica Alba and Jennifer Love Hewitt had been taken off the helicopter and brought to her sanctum.

"We're glad to be here," JLH replied.

"I see my ladies did their work," Madonna said approvingly. "It'll be much easier. Take your clothes off."

Unhesitatingly, the young actresses disrobed quickly and eagerly. Madonna's greedy grin widened, displaying her gold tooth. No wonder they made so many guys rise to attention; everything pert and ready. "Excellent," said the Material Fortysomething. "Now I have a couple of people I want you to meet. Come in, please..."

Naomi and Christina Aguilera strode in on Maddie's command, and with a nod from the boss undressed. Madonna smirked as the four women stood there nude, before beckoning to someone behind them. Four someones - four rather unpleasant someones. They were fairly gross examples of manhood, which is precisely why Madonna had chosen them from the island.

"Gentlemen, these ladies are all yours for the next half hour... on the house. Now if you'll excuse me..."

"Hi, big boy," Jennifer smiled at the biggest and fattest of the lot. "Don't break me now..."

"I'll try," he grunted as he squashed his girth atop the slim actress. Jennifer L. Hewitt tried to make herself a bit more comfortable underneath the Zeppelin of a man, but it was hopeless; she really hated seeing his boobs flapping above her as well. The last time she had had sex with someone with bigger tits than her was when the cast of "Ally McBeal" had come to Cindy Inc. to get over the show's cancellation and Lisa Nicole Carson had...

A loud, piercing cry cut through her memories. Christina Aguilera was being spread out on the floor, and her lover was sinking his teeth into her ass. A whole row of love-bites was decorating the wee songstress's rump. The strange thing was she was begging him to go on longer; his beard was scratching her cheeks as he did.

As for Jessica Alba and Naomi Campbell, they were on their knees in front of their men, being deeply boned with the men's sweaty stomachs blubbering against their upright bottoms. The stench the men gave off was making the women gag, but there was nothing they could do about it except go with the flow.

Madonna, up in her office, watched on the screen as JLH writhed underneath the Arbuckle-esque man, as Christina turned and kissed her lover's pungent, hairy bottom, as Jessica began to fellate the two other men at once, and as Naomi turned her attentions to the front of the man Christina A. was working on. There were no sounds coming from the octet; but there was one coming from Madonna.

The sound of cruel, unchecked laughter...

* * * * * * * * * *

The following morning.

Cindy had managed to get to something resembling sleep, and was having a wonderful dream. One of the best she had ever had...

("No! No! NOOO!!! I'll do anything..." and that was as far as Madonna got before Cindy closed her enlarged mouth around Mrs. Ritchie's head. Cindy's glorious body was distending around the middle, the curves bending outwards in all directions and jiggling to and fro. But then, she had just swallowed Christina Aguilera alive and whole, and Miss A was in the midst of being digested alongside Naomi, Kylie and Anna Nicole Smith, in spite of all their struggles to try and get out. Cindy slowly drew Madonna "Deeper and Deeper" inside...)

Naomi Campbell, who had come to get the ladies out of bed, could see the blissful smile on the moled one's face as she slumbered. Probably imagining she was being fucked by every man on the planet. Dream on, she thought, and let off the noisemaker that she preferred to use as an alarm.

"What were you thinking of, Sleeping Beauty?" Naomi sneered at the blinking-awake Cindy.

"I was dreaming about eating you," Cindy replied. "It was a wonderful dream."

"It should be. I have a beautiful pussy," Naomi parried. "Time for the reunion with your friends."

Cindy's friends were already gathered in the main area of the 'Maverick' when she and J-Lo were ushered in. The stage was already clear, as if something was going to be coming along soon. The women were all sitting there, chatting as if they were waiting for a movie to start. This was not making La Crawford feel any more at ease, especially as in some cases they were merrily yakking away with the women who were basically bossing them around.

"So where's Maddie? Fashionably late?" she asked Naomi.

"No, she'll be here just about...now."

Right on cue, Madonna wiggled onto the stage, surveying the crew. They were all there... well, Kelly Brook, Sofia Vergara and Liv Tyler weren't, but it was just a matter of time. She studied the whole crew, and paused to savour the moment. She had them right where she wanted them... she might never get an Oscar, but she had the Power. And she wasn't about to let any of them forget it the way Chrissy-wissy and Naomi would forget what happened yesterday (hopefully they'd washed the stink of those lardbutts off by now).

"Ladies," Madonna started, getting their attention from the off, "you're the first members of the Dollhouse. And a fine looking bunch of ladies you are too."

"She's talking about you too," Cindy whispered to Danni Ashe.

"Zip it, bitch," Danni whispered back.

"Now you'll all be staying here on this yacht for the next few weeks, but you won't be idle. My launch party will be held tonight with guests from the island - no Trinidadians or Jamaicans of course," she added with a laugh. "All sworn to secrecy, I need hardly add. In the meantime, no need to worry about those two women here..." And spotlights landed on Cindy and Jennifer Lopez, looking more and more furious. "After Kelly Brook has said her piece they'll be finished. And their ladies will be joining me once you've all been released... they'll seduce each lady on Cindy's roster into joining me."

"What about J-Lo's?" asked Cindy.

"Yeah, my women don't mix with hers. Not allowed," Lopez pointed out.

"And you said it was only transmitted through come," Cindy added.

"All I really need is one," Madonna told her. "And I've got one. As for moleface's point here - I said it could be transferred through come, but that's not the only way." She took a small tube from her dress and twisted it open. "You see? Also available in lipstick fashion."

Jennifer Lopez nodded slowly; Kelly Brook could get any one of her ladies, and since she had a reputation for keeping in practice with the colleagues at every chance, there'd be no stopping her. "But why are you making like THRUSH and telling us?"

"Because, my little Solo and Kuryakin, no one's going to believe you two. Just like they won't believe you with this... before I make you ladies make a pledge, I think it's time Anna Nicole Smith took the floor."

Anna Nicole Smith strode in, mountainous breasts wobbling this way and that, gargantuan behind heaving to and fro, face set in perky determination as she tugged on her leash. "Quarantine laws meant she couldn't bring her beloved Sugar Pie with her," Madonna continued, "but we've got a perfect replacement. Folks, I give you Anna "the American Barbara Woodhouse" Nicole Smith and someone who, like Sugar Pie, is a bitch..."

Walking on hands and knees and completely naked, and making noises like a little doggie, a collared Brooke Burke followed her "mistress" onto the stage and let her tongue pant out of her mouth. "Ooooh... who's mummy's little girl... you're a good dog aren't you?" she babbled, going down to her "pet"'s eye level. Everyone, especially Cindy and J-Lo, watched in stunned disbelief as Brooke barked twice, and actually slobbered over Anna Nicole's face, licking it in greeting.

"Good dog!" Anna Nicole gurgled. "GOOD DOG! Now run along for your breakfast, Sugar..."

"Ruff! Ruff-ruff! RUFF!" woofed Brooke, scuttling across the stage, bending her head down and munching on the food within. And it actually WAS dog food...

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I cannot emphasise enough that this story is meant for over-18s only, and that while most of the people are real, the events in it are purely fictional and not intended to represent the actual conduct of the people involved (especially in the cases of Cindy Crawford and Kelly Brook's boyfriend). All comments and/or complaints to cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk.

Previously on "Cindy, Inc.": The moled one and several of her ladies arrive in Barbados to shoot some tourist spots, but disapperances and charges of opening a brothel there get in the way. As more and more of her women are seduced and either whisked away (Anastacia, Christina Milian) or caught in the act (Liv Tyler and Sofia Vergara), she finds out that she's been framed by Jennifer Garner and Kelly Brook, the latter of whom leads Cindy to the next clue before going into a drug-induced coma. Then our heroine is captured herself, and finds herself face to face with the woman behind it all - Madonna. Now read on:

"The Dollhouse?" Cindy repeated, glaring at Maddie and a sneering Christina Aguilera.

"Get used to it," Christina continued, beckoning to Cindy to get up. "You'll be here for a while."

"Now it's time for you to meet your other bosses," Madonna added as she clutched the supermodel's arm; though Cindy towered over her (and Chrissy-wissy), Maddie's grip + Christina's gun = discretion being the better part of valour. Besides, Cindy still had to track down the other ladies. "I think you'll recognise a few of them."

"Let me guess - you're with John Casablancas, right?" Cindy cracked. "He's always bitching about how I don't worship him..."

"No, this is an all-woman thing," Madonna assured her as they left the luxury cabin Cindy was in. "It's not far to the conference room, and all your questions will be answered there."

"Here's a question - will you please eat shit and die?"

"Trust me, Whore-ford," Christina sneered, "if there's any shit-eating to be done, YOU'LL be doing it."

* * * * * * * * * *

Kelly Rowland was fast asleep, dreaming of the buggering she had gone through in the shower. That had been something to relive in her mind for sure; Ryan's rod sending its come-fountains up her fundament, Ryan pounding her eager ass as he did her... in her dream he could come and come and come for days on end; where was it all coming from?

Ryan studied the slumbering singer and nodded to himself as he brought his car to the edge of the pier. Another one for the boss lady.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Did you do it?"

"Yes - I gave it to Cindy while I was... well... giving it to Cindy," the hotelier smirked.

"Excellent behaviour." The woman inside the car tapped out a few codes on her laptop, and began the transfer of the money promised to his account. "You get to fuck Cindy Crawford and be paid for it. You're a very lucky man."

"Tell me, are they still..."

"No, we moved them to the yacht afterwards. But if you go to the house, we'll have someone just as good there within the hour."

The hotelier nodded, returned to his car and drove by the canefields, looking for the entrance that would take him into the plantation house.

* * * * * * * * * *

Because Liv Tyler was to all intents and purposes well, she and Sofia Vergara had been taken from QEH to the nearest station, with a surprisingly large amount of policemen eager to book them in. But it was a policeWOMAN who was standing guard over the Misses Tyler and Vergara as they sat in their cell ("Just to make sure you don't get into mischief"). Sofia was crouched in one corner, reliving it over and over in her mind; she couldn't believe that she had found herself kissing Liv, actually giving her head... and she was usually strictly for guys.

"Sofie?" asked Liv shyly from the other end of the cell.

"Don't talk to me," Sofia muttered, embarrassed.

"Look, if it's about the hospital I'm as surprised as you are. I think I know what happened."

"We all know what happened there, dearie," the policewoman laughed. Neither prisoner said anything.

"It was the boat. It had to be," Liv continued.

"Something happened while you were gone to make you fuck me?" Sofia asked. "Like what?"

"Well, I don't know," Liv admitted. "I'm still fairly hazy, but it IS coming back to me... I know I was with these two guys, and before that there was this bunch of women... I remember now."

She started to tell Sofia and the policewoman what had happened on that boat.

* * * * * * * * * *

Mariah Carey paid off the cab driver and stepped onto the road outside Jon Anderson's house, thinking over the last time she had been there; the last time it had been all crew and no other family. This time - okay, Jon had assured her the others would be out until they were finished, but you never knew...

Then again, a little danger made it all the better. Mariah's hand went for the doorknocker, but it never got there - Jon opened it himself. "I was watching from the front room," he told the surprised singer. "Don't go thinking I'm psychic or anything."

"The thought never entered my mind," Mariah told him as they moved through the front room.

"I've been reading about all that stuff in the papers," Jon continued. "You don't work for her, do you?"

Mariah hesitated, then nodded. "If it makes a difference, just say so."

Jon pondered it for about seven seconds before shaking his head. He knew she wasn't exclusively his anyway, so whether she was putting it about in her personal life or in the line of duty, it didn't matter.

"She's a nice person, though," Mariah continued. "Fun working with her. A lot better than Calista Flockhart."

"Oh yeah - I bet you loved doing the scene where you accidentally killed her."

"Too bad the director got it right on the first take," Mariah laughed as Jon set aside his crutch and invited her to join him on the sofa. The TV was on, and she grimaced at the endless loop of tele-classifieds. "Oh man, do we have to have this on? And people moan about American daytime TV... I thought your folks had multi-channels."

"We do, but I didn't want to get distracted," Jon pointed out.

Mariah ruffled Jon's hair and cradled his face in her hands. "Then why not turn it off?" she suggested. "Like you said, we're all alone here..."

Jon stabbed the remote, winking the classified ads out of existence, before returning his attention to the sultry chanteuse on his lap. "Stand up," he said. "I want to undress you."

"Ladies first," Mariah countered as she helped him to his feet, watching as he winced slightly. "No - lie back down..."

"No..." Jon replied. "I can take it..." He grabbed the side of the wall, relaxing with the support as Mariah started to undo his trousers. The memory of what he had in them had lingered, and she slowly let the pants slip. "Great legs," she murmured.

"Whatever I've got, yours is better," Jon told her as she lowered his underwear, airing his cock and balls.

"Not THIS," Mariah smiled, surveying the heavy equipment and kissing it. "Call that a taste of things to come." She rolled up his T-shirt, pleased that he was as fit as the last time they had been together. "If they had 'Playgirl' or 'Freshmen' on this island... fuck it, come back with me to America and I'll get you in there anyway!"

Jon was zipping down the back of Mariah's light, summery dress as she complimented him. It fell to the floor, displaying her form in lingerie; her bosom was heavenly, stomach soft but hot, perfect legs, and he could hardly wait for what lay inside the panties. Steadying himself, he undid Mariah's brassiere and shut his eyes. When he opened them, the first thing he saw was those beautiful big mammaries, hanging there just waiting for him. Staying fixed on them, he slowly knelt and hooked his fingers into her panties, taking them down and unleashing her splendid hairy snatch.

Mariah soon felt Jon's head moving around down there, listening to his happy moans as he sucked, licked, kissed and smelt her pussy. She hadn't had a good munch from a man in a long time (her last job at Cindy Inc. had been with a certain veteran female singer), and she missed it. Her body quivered with delight as Jon cupped her much-lusted-after ass, and worked his fingers deep inside. "When you're finished, you want some of that for afters?" she managed to say.

Jon started to lever himself up her fine body, sticking his tongue in her navel and squeezing the sides of her stomach before nestling his head between her tits, kissing each one in turn over and over. "Do mine first," he begged. "Your mouth feels so good." Mariah let his lips move over her chest once more before lifting him away and helping him turn around, presenting his cheeks. "I'm clean down there, don't worry," he added.

Mariah, who had been caught out like that once before, lowered herself and started to do to his anus what he had done to her pussy. It was lovely; good and fresh, with a little layer of hair around the rim that Mariah loved to tickle. Jon felt like he could fly as Mariah's tongue teased and adored him down there, letting out a breath of delight as she penetrated him. She licked each of Jon's cheeks, nipping them lightly with her teeth, and then embraced him from behind, rubbing her crotch against him. "That was nice," she cooed, stroking his front. "But you've got something that's even nicer..." She found his solid cock, and slowly moved around in front of him. Jon wanted to put it in her mouth badly, and she saw it in his eyes.

"Like you said, you were clean," Mariah smiled, and brought to life what they had only talked about earlier.

* * * * * * * * * *

Halle Berry, Jessica Alba, Jennifer Love Hewitt and Brooke Burke were still waiting. It had been a whole day since Cindy had gone to play detective, and nothing...

They couldn't even keep in practice with the men. And the papers weren't helping matters any: each had seen the comments on Liv Tyler and Sofia Vergara being caught in the act. As far as they were concerned, it was just fuel to the fire of the Cindygate affair (a reporter for "Entertainment Tonight" had christened it thus, and so it remained). It was painful for them to read the letters condemning them all; the editorials, the phone-ins, the interviews.

"Switch the damn thing off!" Halle shouted, on hearing yet another caller hail them as "Jezebels." "Put on the TV instead - maybe there's a 'Fresh Prince' rerun or something on..."

Brooke Burke offed the radio and looked at Jessica Alba, her head buried in that day's "Nation." "I can't believe this shit," she fumed. "They're saying we've been propositioning schoolboys now! I mean, some of them are kinda cute in their uniforms, but..."

"I know, I know," Brooke agreed, picking up a copy of one of the magazines she'd had delivered.

"And look at this son-of-a-bitch," Jessica continued, waving the paper around. "He said he fucked Cindy the day she got here and... wait a minute." She stopped using the paper as a fan and spread it out on the floor. "Look at this son-of-a-bitch."

"We heard you the first time, Jessie."

"No, I mean it. Come and look at him," Jessica said. "I've seen him before. Back in L.A."

The man she meant was in a picture accompanying the day's "Cindygate" story. He was in his mid-20s, dark, slightly fleshy nose but still quite handsome. Under his picture a caption read "KENRICK ROGERS: One of Cindy's conquests." Jessica nodded; "This guy came by the last night I was there before the trip. In fact, I was the one he was with."

"Are you sure?" Jennifer Love Hewitt asked.

"Damn sure. He was the only one I slept with that night."

"You only had one?"

"He was VERY demanding."

"Shit, I've seen him too!" Brooke said suddenly. "I was doing my behind the scenes piece for this shoot with Liv Tyler and Jenny Garner, and he was hanging around the set both times."

"You sure?" Halle asked.

"I may not be Peter Jennings, but I'm not stupid," Brooke told her. "He was there."

"And now he's somewhere else," Jessica added. "Hewitt, do you mind staying around here in case Cindy calls back? We've got a man to find..."

* * * * * * * * * *

With Jon's rod on her breath, Mariah locked lips with her lover as she felt him pumping away inside her; this time he was on top of her on the sofa. Finally, his biggest fantasy - that he could fuck her almost as "normal" - was happening. She clawed and rubbed and slapped and stroked her lover, yelling his name over and over. Jon was screaming Mariah's name as he luxuriated in the heat from her frame, feeling himself being sucked into her through her fiery cunt. So fine, so heavenly; she moved her body so well, her hair begging to be stroked, her legs fucking him all by themselves.

As Jon felt himself finally, finally about to give her all his come, he knew he still had Mariah Carey's excellent ass to look forward to... The cries of "JON...JON...JESUSJONNNFUCKMEDAMMIT!!!" and "MARIAH MARIAH I LOVE YOU SHIT YOU'REMINNEEE!!!!" blended into one, and Mariah's pitch reached its highest, her creamy and luscious body almost melting into Jon's as he gave himself to her.

"I don't want this... to stop..." Jon begged, almost in tears.

"It'll have to..." said his mother from behind the lovers, grimly. "The police want a word with Miss Yankee Slut here."

Jon swerved his head around, the shame at being naked in front of his mother wiped out by the shock at her being with a policeman. Denise had never been a fan of Mariah's, and he could see in her eyes she was relishing this moment. The officer beckoned to the singer to get up, "and get some clothes on, son."

"What's going on?" Mariah asked, confused as they complied.

"You're under arrest for soliciting, Miss Carey," he told her. "And since this is neither America nor television, I don't have to read you your rights."

"But I wasn't - " she protested as they dressed.

"Save it for the judge, hussy," Denise interrupted. "Get her out of here. And as for you, my lad..."

Jon blanked his mother's words as he tried to argue with the officer, but nothing swayed him - he dragged a defiant Mariah out towards the police wagon. Jon continued to watch as they drove away...

"...and right under my own roof too! You wait till your father hears about this! Bet he loves it though - don't think I don't know what you're all thinking behind my back..."

"Mum, SHUT UP!" Jon shouted. "I need to get after her..."

"No you don't," Denise retorted. "You need to learn some manners and keep your cock in your pants is what you need."

"He's taking her to the police station, right?" Jon insisted. "So why did they drive the other way?"

* * * * * * * * * *

"It's all right, let him through - he's her boyfriend."

"Thank you," Jason Statham said to the nurse on duty near Kelly Brook's ward. Like Liv and Sofia before her, she had a private room to herself - no reporters, but relatives and close friends (who, like Jason, could actually prove it) were another matter.

Jason had a few words with the doctors, was assured that she would be fine, and then let himself inside. Kelly was out cold, but her chest rose and fell steadily; she was breathing fine. She looked almost as wonderful asleep as she did awake, especially with her hair spread out along the pillow - she looked like a painting. Jason touched her forehead delicately, looking at her with a small tear in his eye.

In "While You Were Sleeping," Sandra Bullock had played with the patient to find proof of his only having one testicle - Jason had winced in the cinema and continued to wince every time he thought about it. Kelly Brook thankfully had no testicles, but as he reached for the sheet to pull it back he figured this was still a bit more dangerous... he had seen the stories about Liv and Sofia. But this wouldn't take nearly as long; he studied her in her hospital gown. Jason really wanted to enter Kelly's beautiful bottom, but there was less chance of leaving any signs of disturbance the normal way. Not, he reflected as he carefully hiked up her gown, that there was anything wrong with the slit between her legs.

Jason unzipped his jeans, letting his pink member poke out, and carefully mounted the slumbering woman. Kelly's brunette pussy was a sight to behold - Jason was sweating already. He opened her legs slightly, giving each of her thighs a little caress, and slid into her with a satisfied sigh. Soon his inches were rapidly going back and forth as he fucked the comatose Kelly; he wished he could just clutch her to him, but again no signs.

Kelly's tight, gorgeous cunt was something no man could hold out against for long; Jason gritted his teeth to keep himself from shouting at how hot she was as he came inside her, sooner than he had hoped. Then again, the longer he stayed, the more suspicious they would get. As he drained himself into Miss Brook, Jason couldn't resist a little stroke of her chest. But that was the only bit of pleasure he could afford himself; he had a job to do, and this was only part one.

He pulled out of the lovely young actress, replaced the gown and sheet, zipped himself up, and walked over to the side of the bed. Placing his head against Kelly's left ear, he whispered into it for a few minutes, and then made his way out.

Mission accomplished. Madonna had nothing to worry about.

* * * * * * * * * *

Maverick, as well as being James Garner's best-known pre-Jim Rockford show, was also the name of Madonna's record label. It was also emblazoned proudly on the size of the luxury yacht moored offshore; the "Maverick" was a large ship. Not for nothing had this been unofficially dubbed the Love Boat, except of course that Capt. Stubing would probably have drawn the line at nude sunbathing on deck. (Certainly if it had been Dr. Bricker.)

Cindy was being given a tour of the ship before being presented to the other people in charge of this aquatic whorehouse; flanked by Madonna and Christina, she had feigned interest in the way it was laid out ("All the amenities of home," Christina cackled), but her mind wasn't perked up for real until she saw Anastacia, relaxing on the deck. Her fantastic body was covered with sun lotion; oiled and nude, Anastacia was a treat. She was humming to herself as she tanned, her jugs slowly becoming a delicious golden brown.

"Annie, say hello to our guest," Madonna ordered.

"Howdy, Cindy," husked the pint-sized warbler. "Glad to have you aboard."

"Anastacia? But you HATE being called Annie," Cindy pointed out.

"Better turn over, Annie," Madonna said. "You're about done on that side."

"Yeah, you got a point there boss," Anastacia replied, and slowly turned herself over, to Madonna's glint-eyed approval. But not before Cindy had noticed a slight hesitation in the blonde's eyes - had she remembered something for a moment...?

"Most of the women you were doing that shoot with are on the boat now, Cin," Christina continued as they walked along the deck. "Mmmm-mm! Love that sea air!"

"You're downwind," Cindy said tersely.

"Wanna check up on them?" Christina continued. "I think Christina's just about finished... ah, here we are."

Christina Milian was on her hands and knees, washing the deckchair area. She was also stark naked. ("Saves on uniforms," Madonna laughed.) She was also singing away happily as she worked, with some encouragement from a man who was overseeing her cleaning. The encouragement mainly consisted of pawing away at her firm young body; he was at the moment fingering her trimmed little cunt as she finished scrubbing. As she worked out the last few spots, his fingers rubbed Christina's lovely, tender clit and poked in and out of the opening.

"Whhoooo... love it, sir!" Miss Milian giggled as she splayed her nice slim legs apart, the job all done.

"You work hard, you deserve a little pleasure," the man told her. "Now if you could take a little time off and work on me..."

"My pleasure, sir!" Christina squealed, bounding around and offering herself to him.

"But you've got to mop the suds up first," he told her. As she eagerly complied, he added "And if you could pour the rest of the suds in the mop-bucket over yourself, and just sort of rub yourself all over with them..."

"I know you want to watch," Christina told Madonna as she studied the singer, "but we've got to move on..."

"Oh yeah. Right," said Mrs. Ritchie, reluctantly tearing her eyes from Miss Milian. There was something very sexy about a naked black woman all covered in sweat from working her tight little buns off.

A less reluctant Cindy could hear a familiar sound as they entered the body of the ship - it was the sound of cameras being clicked rapidly. Cindy couldn't help but smile; was Madonna's ego that big that she had let camera crews on her ship? Put the whole thing on the cover of "Hello!" already, huh? They were progressing towards the shutting sounds; Cindy started looking for a paper bag so no one would see her with these two gargoyles.

They entered the ship's restaurant; the stage was vacant apart from a camera crew. The place was filled with more flashing lights than a nightclub, and in the centre of the lightstorm was Jennifer Garner and friend. Jennifer was naked, and playing with her breasts for the benefit of the camera. She was opening up each hole of her long body as if she was posing for "Hustler." And loving it; she was laughing and joking with the cameras as she turned to and fro, joining with the unidentified male friend in simulated love-making.

"Hiya, Cind!" she laughed, clutching her friend's member and pulling on it as he kissed each of her tits. "Wanna join in?"

Cindy gave her a withering glare. Jennifer ignored her - "All the more for me!" - and dived down for one of the shots where the woman pretends to be sucking a cock. Except she really did blow him for the cameras, getting the inches all the way down her throat and wiggling as seductively as she could while the shutters froze the moments for posterity.

"0069 - license to fuck," Madonna joked.

"As a comedian, you're a good manipulator," Cindy replied.

"Make all the rude comments you want, but you're still our prisoner. And I don't just mean myself and Madonna's," Christina continued as they arrived at the conference room and she pushed open the doors. "Meet the other women in charge of the Dollhouse."

* * * * * * * * * *

Kenrick Rogers pulled up his motorcycle outside his house. The end of another busy day at work, but tonight - yeah, tonight would be fun. Go out dancing and drinking, maybe even pick up a couple of hot babes for some late night delight...

"Hi, Kenrick baby," Jessica said flatly. "Remember me?"

Under other circumstances, Kenrick would have been delighted to find Jessica Alba waiting for him on his porch. "What are you doing here?" he asked, making it clear those circumstances didn't apply.

The gorgeous young woman held up a copy of the newspaper. "You wanna explain what this is all about? Or should I make you?"

"You and what army?"

"Maybe we're not an army," Halle Berry admitted, "but the three of us still outnumber you."

Surveying Halle, Jessica and Brooke Burke, Kenrick nodded. "Sure. But I need something from you in return; first we fuck, then we talk. And before you start to argue, I've got information you need and you'll have a hard time finding it from anyone else."

"Well, it's not like it'll be the first time we've done it," Jessica sighed. "Shall we?"

The quartet were soon ensconced in Kenrick's bedroom, admiring each other's bodies. Kenrick was preening over himself, and Brooke was fondling herself on the bed, with Halle and Jessica on either side. "Come on, honey," she urged him. "It's not like you're paying for it this time."

"That's true," Kenrick chortled as he turned his nude, finely sculpted body towards the three women. "Do you like what you see?"

Brooke spread her free hands into her companions's respective cunts. "Do YOU like what YOU see?"

Kenrick answered by climbing onto the bed and kissing Brooke, using one hand to join the E! presenter in manipulating Halle's box, and the other to stroke Jessica. "You only have time to get inside one of us," the latter laughed.

"Well, I don't want to give a baby to a white woman, so..." and Kenrick ran his tongue along the six nipples in front of him as each woman slapped and kneaded him. Great muscle tone, and what a cute butt. He stopped at Halle, wishing all the ladies here had such a lovely light brown complexion. And it wasn't just her breasts that were worth half a million dollars. Kenrick enjoyed feeling Brooke and Jessica taking turns sucking on his balls, while he and Halle smooched and she crushed her body against him.

"Give that monster a good home, Ken," Halle murmured, opening her legs and wrapping them around him to give him an idea. Kenrick's cock was heavy, and when it plunged into the star of "Strictly Business"... all right, the star of "Monsters' Ball"... his mouth dropped open. Halle Berry's pussy was as sweet as the fruit of her last name; he could tell from the expression on her face that she was loving what was inside her. And with Brooke kissing him all over while he used a free hand to finger-fuck her, and with Jessica sucking on his feet, he only had to grind into Halle once before the inevitable happened. "Ohhh FUCCKKK!!!" Kenrick shouted, upset that it was over so damn quickly.

"Oh FUCK!" Halle echoed, surprised that he could produce so much juice so damn quickly. "What happened, did a dam break or something?"

"Well," he said as he left Miss Berry's box, "I guess a deal's a deal. Can't let a lady down, can I?"

Jessica was too busy swallowing Kenrick's toes to notice at first, but when he reached down and slapped her butt, he got her attention. "You know, I was kind of enjoying that," she pouted, noting with delight that his cock was beginning to rise again.

"That can wait, Alba," Brooke admonished. "Time to get down to business."

"You're so right, Brooke," Kenrick agreed. "Jessica, could you and Halle beat up Brooke and tie her up for me?"

Brooke's surprise at that request was only excelled by the pain she felt as Jessica hit her in the stomach very, very hard. "What the fuck are you doing?!?" she gasped as Halle slapped her hard around the face and Jessica whipped her on the other side of it. Brooke's shock was starting to turn into anger, but she had left her reactions a second too short; before she could start to defend herself the two were on her, punching and scratching, beating her to the floor.

Brooke struggled to rise and get some blows in, but Jessica and Halle were too much for her. "HELP ME!!!" she begged as Jessica grabbed a fistful of her hair, raised her head with it and brought it to the ground. Not hard enough to kill her, nor hard enough to break the skin, but enough to daze her.

"Don't cause too much damage," Kenrick laughed on the bed, stroking his cock and watching the action. "The bosses don't want broken merchandise."

Kenrick's laughter and Brooke's own screams were the last things she heard before she passed out.

* * * * * * * * * *

Cindy was greeted by a long, round table, around which were seven seats. Two were empty, the other five were occupied by Naomi Campbell, who gave Cindy a grin best accompanied by the theme from "Jaws"; Kylie Minogue, who waved at her in a successful attempt to hide her dislike; Anna Nicole Smith, who seemed more oblivious to her surroundings than the others; Danni Ashe, who Cindy didn't recognise at first because she was fully dressed; and

"Jennifer Lopez?" Cindy asked. "But Kelly Brook told me she wasn't involved in this."

"She isn't," Naomi assured her. "You see-"

"I thought I told you, I'M doing the explaining!" Madonna snapped.

"OK, OK, don't go all ballistic on me, just trying to be helpful..." Naomi muttered.

Studying her hated rival, and wondering what that look was in her eyes as she sat there glaring, Cindy started to listen.

"I like to give ****** where ****** is due, and it was actually Christina's idea," Madonna began, giving her protegee a little squeeze around the waist. "The details of that whole Britney business really pissed little Chrissie off, on top of the recruitment thing-"

"Which she failed, by the way," Cindy interrupted. "That's why your friend didn't make it - Mini-Me here didn't want to audition, and she hightailed it off to J-Lo's. Only she fired you, didn't she? I heard you brought the place into disrepute after a quarrel with a client, although I've got to admit I don't know how somewhere that employs Li'l Kim and Pamela Anderson could be brought any more into disrepute..."

"It was HIS fault!" Christina shouted, hands on hips as she faced Cindy. "I wouldn't suck him off because I didn't feel like it!"

"You didn't feel like it?" Cindy argued. "You work as a celebrity whore and you didn't FEEL like it? No wonder Lopez fired your non-existent ass!"

"My WHAT?!? You're going down, Crawford..." the tiny diva snapped as she lunged at her.

"Oh, she will," Madonna assured her. "Just not on you. On her," she added, and pointed to Jennifer. "J-Lo, sit on the table and open your legs."

"Yeah, like she's going to..." Cindy's voice tailed off as Jennifer sat on the table and opened her legs. She wasn't wearing anything below the waist, and little above it but a cooperative smile and dead eyes.

"I don't like having to share this planet with the heifer there," Madonna continued, "but since murder is out of the question this is the next best thing, Miss I Starred In 'Fair Game'."

"Consider it pardoned, Miss I Starred In 'Shanghai Surprise' and 'Body Of Evidence' and 'Bloodhounds Of Broadway' and 'Who's That Girl' and 'The Next Best Thing' and..." Cindy chuckled. Ignoring the way she had been outgunned, Madonna sipped at her water and continued.

"I also don't like being behind in anything. Not even celebrity brothelling. I bided my time when you started because I thought you wouldn't really make it this far, but when I found I was wrong will you go over to Miss Lopez and eat her pussy?"

Much to her own horror, Cindy found herself standing up and walking over to her hated enemy's open slot, listening to Madonna as she continued to talk. "The reason this place is called the Dollhouse is that all the women here are ours to play with and do whatever we want. Like dolls, the women here have no real minds of their own. Including you. But don't worry - the only person here who you HAVE to obey is me."

Cindy, willing herself to resist but unable to, knelt down and began to lap away at Jennifer's snatch. She was no stranger to going down on women, but this was different - Jennifer's cunt gave off a strong, not disagreeable odour, but it was the owner that turned her stomach. Which was a pity; she didn't taste that bad. Cindy rolled Lopez's button between her teeth and kissed the opening, hating herself all the while. If only she could tear herself away... but she knew her controller wouldn't like it. Cindy looked upwards as she worked her tongue around; Jennifer wasn't reacting. She was still under the spell. That was the worst thing of all...

"It's all in the drugs," Madonna continued, studying Cindy's long, trim body. "You've all been dosed by a little something that makes you open to suggestion. Just before Garner joined you and made the deal, I had one of my employees slip it to her, and to Fatass here. The drug's injected directly into the scrotum, so it mixes with the sperm, and when the target is fucked the come sends the drug into you. All he has to do is give the orders, and..."

It all fell into place in Cindy Crawford's mind as she burrowed deeper into J-Lo, and despite herself reached under to fondle the notorious buttocks. That bastard at the hotel must have been the one who drugged her... (Nice and firm, good and juicy... concentrate Cindy, dammit!) And what about all the others?

"They're all under her control now, Cindy," Kylie said.

"And we've got a special job for Kelly Brook when she wakes up," Christina added. "And in the words of Diana Ross, there ain't nothing you can do about it."

Jennifer Lopez finally started to move slightly. "Good," Madonna nodded approvingly. "Keep going, Cindy. Make her come... you can do it."

Cindy could feel her enemy's body starting to heat up as she continued to love her with her mouth. Utterly humiliated, tears started to drop from her eyes and land on J-Lo's pussy. As she felt Jennifer Lopez start to come, Cindy Crawford swore to herself that Madonna would pay. Bigtime.