Cindy Inc.: The Twice And Future Cindy

[anonymous]

The continuing adventures of Cindy Crawford -
supermodel, mother and celebrity bordello owner. The
content of this story is purely fictional, and the way
the real people in here carry on is not intended to
reflect how they are in real life. This story is not
for under-18s, and if you want to complain or praise
it, either post on the boards or write to me at
cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk (Following the relative
lack of sex in "Sister Act III" - I should have done
more with the Tylers and the Hiltons in particular -
I've tried to make up for it this time around. See? We
DO try to please.)

* * * * * * * * * *

"Say it," Jennifer Lopez said calmly.

"Are you sure?"

"SAY IT."

"Hi, I'm Cindy Crawford."

Nothing. J-Lo relaxed; the code phrase couldn't hurt
her now. The guy who had cancelled that remnant of the
business in Barbados had been telling the truth.
"Okay," the head of J-Lo's announced, sitting back on
her sofa and hiking her dress up to display her plump
thighs and non-panty-covered cunt, "you know what to
do."

"Hi, I'm Cindy Crawford and I just LOVE to eat you,
Jennifer Lopez," said Cindy Crawford, and broke into a
smile at the sight of Lopez's open legs. Not waiting
for an order, she began to munch.

"Oh baby... your Rican muff is so hot... mmmmm... I
could eat this forever..." J-Lo smiled to herself; in
spite of the comments she had made about "Gigli," she
really DID like having her cunt slurped on. Especially
when it was by someone as sweet and as sexy as Cindy.
Someone who really knew how to tease and please a
woman. Jennifer's fingers started to drum the bed as
Cindy's tongue flicked and licked all over her snatch;
she could go all night if she wanted to. And she
wanted to.

And Jennifer wanted her to. She couldn't wait until
the next night...

* * * * * * * * * *

"I thought you were only in one night a week," grunted
the Oscar-winning actor.

"Hey, don't go complaining about what you got," Lopez
tut-tutted, as she ground her famed ass into the
star's face. "How's it going down there, Cindy C?"

Cindy mumbled something through the mouthful of cock,
never stopping the sucking for a moment. This was how
the actor liked it; don't chat, just get on with it.
And boy, was she getting on with it! She couldn't act
for shit, but he was willing to bet that Cate
Blanchett wasn't this good in bed. (In fact, he knew
from experience that she wasn't this good in bed,
after the time in Australia.) And as a bonus, he got
to eat out Jennifer Lopez's gloryhole; the fact that
he was going where Ben Affleck and P. Diddy had gone
before didn't bother him. Not when he had Cindy
Crawford's mouth wrapped around his staff, the tip of
her tongue poking lightly on the hole of his cock and
her lips sucking away at his rod. The perfect
counterpoint to his little nips on J-Lo's renowned
rump, just before he began happily rimming away on her
entrance. Aaaaahhhh... she loved it.

Jennifer Lopez hated it, but she started to moan and
groan nonetheless. She was feeling happier at the
thought of the signs outside, and the queues outside,
and the thought of what this would do to morale over
at a certain establishment in Brentwood...

* * * * * * * * * *

"... happy birthday, dear Tiffany..."

"I thought I told you, only my parents get to call me
that!" Blu Cantrell shouted as Cindy Crawford and
Brooke Burke, arms on each other's shoulders, laughed
and finished the latest copyright infringement on a
song owned by Paul McCartney before applauding the
singer, who was also doubling as her own birthday cake
for the benefit of the brothel's leader, the swimsuit
model-cum-TV host, and the three men who'd paid $2000
each for the privilege.

Blu's body had been decorated, appropriately enough,
with blue frosting from her neck to her ankles, with
candy candles lit and studded all over her sexy
chocolate form. The younger man had his eyes on the
candle stuck in her cunt in particular; he vowed that
he would get that one, unaware that his friends had
picked that one in their minds as well.

"Make a wish!" Brooke said, as she and the others blew
out the birthday girl's candles.

"Hey, I should do that!" Blu pouted as they started to
pull out and eat the candles, one by one until they
were all gone. Cindy favoured putting the whole thing
in her mouth and chewing it up on the spot, but Brooke
was practically fellating her candles, gently sucking
on each piece of solid but not rock-hard candy before
swallowing them whole and picking out the next one.
Then the youngest man, who had indeed beaten his
friends to the candle in her snatch, bent down and
slowly began to eat the frosting off it, a bit at a
time so he could gradually uncover Blu's pruned
garden.

Cindy nibbled at Blu's side while the other two men
carefully began eating the covering of Miss Cantrell's
boobs, stiffening when they allowed her nipples to
poke out of the topping. Blu murmured to herself
happily as she felt all those tongues eating off her,
bit by bit displaying her fine brown body; she saw
Brooke trying to get a look-in, but there wasn't
enough room for her. And Blu's big ass cheeks were out
of sight in both senses of the term. "Come here," Blu
called to Brooke. "I'm hungry..."

Brooke didn't have to be told twice, and lowered her
crotch onto Blu's face as the last bits of frosting
were licked off. Blu Cantrell was naked and shiny with
all their tongue work; everyone licked their lips
except the youngest one, who had finished off the
icing long ago and was moving his tongue around inside
Blu's cunt. She still had some traces of
pink-and-white frosting flavour down there; he told
himself he was going to clean Blu out, as Cindy
burrowed under there and began to suck.

Blu could feel the other two men rubbing their eager
cocks all over her chest; they were going to be
fighting over who got to put it in her first, but
meanwhile Blu had Brooke Burke's dark snatch on her
mind. She usually didn't like pussy, but tonight...
hell, it was her birthday, live dangerously. Plus
Brooke tasted a lot better than that girl from
Mis-Teeq she'd met up with at those awards in England;
the one Miss Hoity-Toity Knowles hadn't wanted to be
at with her - Beyonce had come THIS close to quitting
when Blu had signed up, never mind that Beyonce had
had more rappers inside her than all the prisons in
California.

Blu knew Beyonce would be mad when she told her that
Brooke Burke had a nicer cunt than she did, but that
would have to wait; she had to meet that girl from S
Club at LAX first. And before that... she cast an eye
out for Brooke's first "FUCK YES!!!" when she had her
tongue further up her. Blu burrowed up a tiny bit...

"FUCK YES!!!"

Oh yeah. She loved her job.

* * * * * * * * * *

"I love this job!" Rachel Stevens exulted as she and
Blu left the airport.

"Busy on the plane, huh?"

"You've got to keep in training," the ex-S Clubber
told Blu, waving to someone who recognised her. Rachel
was bidding to succeed where Atomic Kitten, the solo
Spice Girls, Cliff Richard and so many others had
failed, and she already had the edge over Hannah
Spearitt in that she wasn't appearing in a movie with
Malcolm in the Middle; she was also combining her US
duties for "Funky Dory" with a week's residency at
Cindy Inc. (Rachel had suggested, only half-joking,
that every man who visited get a free copy of the
album with every fuck), while Hilary Duff took
advantage of the UK's lower age of consent to serve in
the London branch. (Hilary was at that very moment
feeling 'Daily Star' regular Lucy Pinder slipping a
finger up her little behind while Lucy was... but all
that is another story.)

"Sorry that Cindy couldn't come herself," Blu
continued, "but she had some urgent business to take
care of."

"Oh yes, I heard about that business," Rachel said.

Blu laughed heartily. "I don't know how she finds the
energy - family, going around the world, and she still
gets to moonlight with Lopez. Guess we all got our
price."

"You're not upset?"

"Why should I be? I'm not ashamed of what I did; if
Cindy wants to carry on with Fatass Lopez and she's
getting paid for it, good luck to her. But try and
keep this under your hat, okay? She isn't advertising
it."

Rachel had no idea that she was about the twentieth
person who Blu had told to keep this under her hat. In
fairness to the sexy Miss Cantrell, shortly after
arriving at her hotel Rachel had rang up an American
friend, and in the course of the conversation she told
the friend. And like that old TV ad, they told two
friends, and THEY told two friends, and so on, and so
on, and so on...

Eventually one of Cindy's friends told her.

* * * * * * * * * *

Cindy went absolutely, totally, unequivocally nuclear.

She had been out of town for a while, and she had been
too busy on her return to keep up with the newest
developments at her rival, but she had been the
recipient of a few odd snickers and looks. Cindy had
put that down to the usual problems of life, but when
she'd found out...

"WHO THE HELL IS THIS WOMAN?!?" Cindy yelled as she
paced back and forth in front of her ladies that
evening; she had summoned them all the moment she
found out. "And why is she using MY name?!? AND WHY
DIDN'T I HEAR ABOUT IT UNTIL NOW?!?"

The other women all looked at their feet and shifted
their hands around, as Cindy continued to fume. "Oh,
this is just great! Some little tramp's dragging my
name through the mud and making Lopez richer... oh,
this is not going to end quietly, no sir! You know it
was one of the mothers at Presley's school who told me
about this? I don't know how I kept from screaming
right there... how long has this been going on?"

No answer.

"WELL?!?"

"Since just after you left for that week," Heather
Graham said nervously. "It was actually Blu who heard
about it first..."

"Thanks a lot, Graham," Blu said bitterly as Cindy
glared at her.

"...and she told me, but she said not to tell anyone."

"She told me that too," Alexis Bledel added.

"And me," said Mya.

"Is there anyone here who Blu didn't tell?" asked
Cindy, her arms folded and her eyes firmly fixed on
the tattletale singer. Not an arm went up.

"Look, I've got a big mouth, everyone knows that..."
Blu flustered.

"Not big enough; you didn't tell ME. You can think
about that when you're working for free for the next
two weeks."

"But Cindy - "

"Make that THREE weeks."

"But - "

"Wanna make it a month?" That shut Blu up.

"Okay, now anyone who doesn't want to do pro bono
fucking like Blu here better tell me all about this
Cindy Crawford."

"Oh, Blu and I know all about this Cindy Crawford,"
Brooke said, a little embarrassed.

* * * * * * * * * *

" 'I Dream Of Jenna,' 'Cindy's Fairy Tails,' 'Two
Dicks In One Chick 1,' 'Cum Swallowing Whores,'
'College Cunts,' 'Naughty College Schoolgirls 29,'
'Bend Over And Say Ahh 5,' 'Desperately Seeking
Cindy,' 'When The Boyz Are Away The Girlz Will Play
12'..." Cindy shook her head as she read the
23-year-old blonde's CV that Brooke had printed off
for her. "Busy little minx."

"If it's any help, no one'll get the two of you
confused," Blu added, still trying to get back in the
brunette's good books. "Cindy's a skinny little
thing." The pictures they had gotten for the
supermodel bore it out; she was thin and definitely
had smaller breasts than the original Cindy, but she
was cute. And enthusiastic; Cindy returned her gaze to
the screen and studied the blonde in action. Brooke,
who had lent her the tape from her own collection,
kept an eye out for the moment when the blonde Cindy
started to suck away; she always liked to keep an eye
on the competition.

But Cynthia Ann Crawford couldn't have been more
turned off if she had been watching Donald Rumsfeld
gobbling Saddam Hussein's rod.

* * * * * * * * * *

Rachel Stevens was under no illusions why she was the
first person from S Club to get a solo deal; it was
all in the looks. Her light brown hair and perfect
combo of biggish tits on slimmish frame made her the
one who got the most male votes, though the other
girls had their admirers in the days before they got
replaced by Liberty X as the mixed-sex group of choice
(from the incessantly danceable singles to the guys
who no one could name, they had all the ingredients).
Jo and Tina still turned tricks in London from time to
time, but it was no coincidence that the
better-looking pair were the busier.

Hannah Spearitt had kept in practice while shooting
with Muniz, and now it was Rachel's turn; she was
feeling the rough end of Jim South's tongue on the
inside of her thigh that night. He was never known for
his delicacy in fucking, but as an executive at the
record company she was working with, she wasn't in a
position to complain. Rachel cried out as he clenched
his hand into the meat of her left thigh, and grunted
approvingly. Like many record buyers, he liked them
nice and firm. Plus Rachel was all shaven between her
legs; this girl had done her homework. Seeing her cunt
all waiting for him, he nipped the bud, ignoring
Rachel's cries as he kissed it after the little bite.

Jim stroked Rachel's hot, rippling bod as he kept
burrowing his tongue into her cunt; such a nice, tight
little package. Tits untouched by babies, nice big
ones with lovely big nipples as well - fuck all this
"In Praise Of Older Women" shit, Jim never jacked off
to anyone old enough to be his mother; apart from
supporting the Lakers, about the only thing he had in
common with Jack Nicholson. Jim heard Rachel's groans
turn into swear-punctured yells - she wasn't faking it
(he'd seen their TV shows and even the movie - Rachel
couldn't act that well). Good; Jim was getting
thrilled himself as he felt her snatch get moister
under his tongue. Time for the main event...

Rachel felt Jim's weight moving up her, and saw his
face thrust up against hers. She managed not to gag as
she felt his rough mouth land on hers and his tongue
jam into her mouth; she kissed him passionately as she
touched his padded body. She regretted that Jim wasn't
one of those gym freaks all over Cali, but she wasn't
in a position to do anything except scream with agony
and esctasy; agony because Jim had plunged his cock
into her without any kind of preamble and was shoving
it in and out while grunting, but ecstasy because...
because... because Jim's cock, rough and rude though
it was, was also undeniably firing her up. Rachel bit
Jim's neck with excitement, and she rotated her hips
faster when she saw he too was turned on by it.

"Again..." the man moaned.

Rachel clawed Jim's chest as he grabbed her waiting
breasts and squeezed hard. "DO IT AGAIN!" Jim yelled,
slamming between her legs harder and faster. She sank
her teeth into the exec's neck, leaving a bite so deep
that she almost tasted blood. "YESSS!!! HURT ME, YOU
ENGLISH SLUT! HURT ME!!" Jim roared, losing all
control as he moved his hands to Rachel's pert, sexy
rear end. It was Rachel's turn to scream as he dug his
nails into her seat as he thrust one last time before
she felt the deluge inside her cunt.

"YES, DAMMIT! YES!!! OH FUCK FUCK YES!!!" Jim
continued, pressing down hard on Rachel as he filled
her up. Rachel started to come for his benefit as
well, but her mind was on the real benefits - she
didn't like to draw blood from the men she fucked, but
if it meant she could get herself a No. 1 in America,
a country where it was still difficult to get a
chart-topper, it would be worth it...

* * * * * * * * * *

"So what's this about?" asked Jenna Haze.

"You know," Cindy told her as they stood together in
the garage.

"Oh yeah, the OTHER Cindy Crawford. Hasn't been such a
fuss there since the fight."

"What fight?"

"You know - that big three-way; Eminem, Fred Durst,
Carson Daly, all of them slugging it out over
Aguilera's blowjobs... they nearly got arrested. I
only heard about afterwards; wish I'd been there,"
Jenna laughed.

Jenna was in the midst of deciding which brothel to
join, and she was at J-Lo's for a week on a test
basis; until that time, she was a go-between between
J-Lo's and Cindy Inc. And this suited Cindy fine;
since neither madame really wanted to go inside the
other's territory, she needed Jenna's help to get some
messages across. Like a little request to the blonde
fishstick, which she had asked Jenna to pass on at
their first meeting; this was their second.

"Cindy won't go for it," Jenna told her.

"She won't? Come on, people change their names in that
business all the time..."

"She was born with it, Cind. And you can't force her
to change it legally."

Cindy was seething, not least because Jenna was right.
"Okay, then give her this..." She handed Jenna a blank
cheque. "Go up to Lopez and tell her to put in any
amount she wants for her contract."

"Give J-Lo some ******," Jenna smiled. "She thought
you might try that... she told me to tell you that no
matter what you offer our Cindy, she'll double it."

"OUR Cindy?"

"Yeah - I should have told you I decided to stay," the
porn star added.

Cindy was itching to smack her. And not in a sexual
way.

* * * * * * * * * *

When Rachel stepped out of the lift and onto the
carpet, she thought for a moment she would sink into
it, it was so thick. Mmmmmm... she looked around,
still finding it hard to believe that this meeting had
happened so quickly. One of her friends had warned her
that these executives might fuck her and never call
her again, but Jim had been true to his word, and the
meeting had been arranged the very next day. Rachel
was grinning all the way down the corridor to the
office where she'd be seeing the other suits, knowing
she was expected. She was actually ten minutes early,
but she couldn't help it; she had to keep from
chirping "Hi!" to everyone she passed.

"Morning!" she beamed as she entered the office.

"Ah, the guest of honour's here," Jim replied, as he
stood to greet her. "I told you Cindy's girls were
reliable."

Cindy's girls...? Rachel put that out of her mind for
the moment. "She doesn't like to be late," the singer
said, shaking hands with the other executives. "I
guess it rubs off."

"Now we've been listening to your solo material, and
I'll level with you - it'll be rough getting it to US
listeners," Jim began as Rachel sat down, smiling at
the men, all of whom were smiling back. "But there's
definitely appeal there - part of it's your speaking
voice, because it's no secret that we love your
accent."

"We love yours too," Rachel admitted. "We just don't
like to admit it."

"Even Bush's?"

"Well, maybe not his," she giggled.

"Anyway, I think there's a chance that you'll go
further than Nuclear Kitten - "

"Atomic Kitten," Rachel corrected.

"Sorry, Atomic. We're going to be getting the release
in motion soon, with all the media shoots and so on -
but they also want to do another version of 'Sweet
Dreams My LA Ex.' This time we were thinking about
having a sort of story, with you confronting the guy
you walk out on with his girlfriend."

"Uh-huh," Rachel said, not liking the idea much but
not wanting to rock the boat.

"But before we go any further, there's a question I
have to ask you."

"Yes, I am single," she answered. "Jeremy didn't like
it when I signed on to Cindy Inc."

"That's not what I was asking. I wanted to know if you
would be willing to entertain us."

"Well, I suppose I could put on a performance here.
Show you all that I'm the real thing..."

"That's not what I meant. I mean, let's face it you
are one of Cindy's girls."

Rachel was silent. "You'll be paid for each guy, of
course. We don't rip off our clients."

* * * * * * * * * *

The blonde Cindy Crawford checked her watch for the
third time; these out-of-the-way restaurants were nice
sometimes, but this one had some of the slowest
service known to man. Why the heck did she keep coming
here...? Then she saw the waiters.

Oh yeah. That was it. The blonde Cindy - Cindy 2.0,
the moled one had dubbed her - smiled and waved at her
favourite of the crew, and he winked back. One good
thing about being in porn, you weren't a true
household name so less chance of being mobbed
everywhere you went. Though from time to time some guy
did recognise her - "Excuse me?"

"Yes?" Cindy 2.0 said politely as she turned to see
the woman who was talking to her.

"Aren't you Cindy Crawford?" said the real Cindy
Crawford. "We need to talk."

"Oh boy," the blonde said, as the supermodel sat down.
"I should have known this was coming... how'd you find
me?"

"I had my spies keep an eye on J-Lo's and follow you
from the moment I found out you were there," Cindy
explained as the waiter finally arrived with the
blonde's mineral water. "I'll have the same, thanks,"
she added. "Now," she continued when the waiter had
left them, "this has got to stop."

"What? Just because I've got the same name as you? Why
don't you change yours?"

"Because I was here first!" Cindy snapped, before
recovering herself.

"So, something DOES annoy you," the blonde smiled.
"Who'da thought it?"

"Okay, okay... how about we settle this once and for
all?" Cindy paused, thinking over what she was about
to say. "With a wrestling match. You and me, woman to
woman, one on one."

"Sure," Cindy 2.0 replied at once, to Cindy's slight
shock - she had expected a dispute, not an agreement.
"But I pick the time - a week from Saturday."

"Fair enough. And I pick the place - the beach at
Malibu."

"Suits me. Any more conditions?"

"Yes," Cindy said as her mineral water arrived and she
thanked the waiter. "The first one to either go down
three times or out of the ring loses. And if I win,
you have to either change your name or quit."

"Well," Cindy 2.0 mused, "you're more famous than I am
so I won't ask you to change your name if I win... but
you'll have to give me half your earnings for a year
or quit."

"Okay," Cindy agreed, disproving the idea that she
couldn't act because Cindy 2.0 had no inkling that
inside she was hopping mad.

"And one more thing before I agree..." and Cindy
didn't like Cindy 2.0's grin. "I want to fuck you.
While Jennifer Lopez watches."

* * * * * * * * * *

Rachel Stevens hadn't swallowed so much cock since
that night at the Smash Hits Awards. There were seven
men in the office that day; six of them were seated
with their limp, wet cocks hanging there, all
flavoured with Rachel's mouth. With her lips dripping
with their come, Rachel took out the last waiting
prick, a lovely long uncut affair, and licked the head
in anticipation. And they called Kelly Brook
penis-breath? Wait till they met her...

Pushing back the foreskin and letting the man's plum
out, Rachel sucked on it like a lollipop, enjoying the
full flavour and waiting to swallow what would be
coming out soon. She wanted one of these men to munch
on her afterwards. Just one... any one. But in the
meantime, she kept on letting her head go back and
forth along his prick, as the other men looked on in
satisfaction. The married man she was fellating
gripped her hair and moaned as she kept at it - he
could have been here forever, and would if his wife
was guaranteed never to find out.

All too soon, it happened; Rachel received the last
mouthful of come, and she let the prick out as she
swallowed and nodded happily. Putting her hair back in
place, she got to her feet and wiped her mouth. "So
she was right," Jim beamed. "She knew you could do
it."

"She?" Rachel repeated.

"Yes. Didn't Cindy tell you this was a breaking-in
job?"

This knocked Rachel for sure. A BREAKING-IN...? So she
had to do it all again for America, did she? Though
outwardly polite and pleased, Rachel mentally planned
to transfer the second she got back to Cindy Inc. But
first she was going to give that moled brunette a
piece of her mind for tricking her like this...

* * * * * * * * * *

"You did WHAT?!?" Jennifer Lopez yelled into her
carphone while she gave a driver cutting in front of
her the finger. "What are you, crazy?"

"Like a fox. It'll be good press for you when I kick
her ass," Cindy 2.0 assured her as she reclined on her
bed, checking herself in the mirror facing her.

"IF you kick her ass. Moley's a lot stronger than she
looks," Lopez argued. "Last year she and Gwen Stefani
had a rematch - "

"A rematch?"

"Yeah, Gwen beat her in a wrestling match at a party a
few years ago and moley wanted to get a second go and
Gwen said 'OK, and if you win I'll join Cindy Inc'. I
got a look at the tape; Crawford kicked Gwen's butt
bigtime, and now Captain Peroxide is packing them in
at Brentwood. Moley really wanted to win, and she's
going to want to win now. You better start hitting the
gym, Cindy..."

"I'm in porn, Jen," Cindy 2.0 told her. "I have to be
fit."

"Yeah, but she's got a lot on her side..."

"...for a start, she's a lot younger than you," Brooke
Burke said to Cindy as the two ran side by side
uphill, jiggling as they jogged.

"And what are you, 12?" Cindy fumed.

"Okay, I take that back. The thing is, some of us have
been thinking... aren't you taking this a bit too
seriously? Models have one hell of a turnover, but
porn's even more so; there's already been a porn
actress called Cindy Crawford and no one knows or
cares about her now, even among the buffs. Give her
time and she'll probably retire or something when she
turns 25."

"Or she could go on into her 30s or 40s," Cindy
argued. "Look, how would you like it if some little
tidbit called herself Brooke Burke and started doing
movies with five guys up her crotch?"

"Shit, you've been watching my home movies!" Brooke
laughed.

"Not funny, Brooke. This might be a laugh to you, but
this girl's messing with my name... is Blu on
tonight?"

"She's on every night, Cindy. Fucking for free,
remember?"

"Not tonight. We're going to practise for Sunday."

"We?"

"Yes," Cindy grinned. "Feel like a round of naked
Twister?"

* * * * * * * * * *

Once again, Rachel was luxuriating in some plush
carpetting. But this time it was down at J-Lo's, and
her face was buried in said soft material. Jim's prick
was also inside something soft and welcoming.

Word that Rachel had stormed out of Cindy Inc. within
two days of arriving in La-La Land had spread fast,
and Jim had been among the first to demand that he get
to be with her in her new place; she was, as far as
sex was concerned, his favourite client. Now Rachel
was grunting into the floor as Jim's cock slid in and
out of her upraised ass; Rachel groaned and bit her
teeth together as she felt Jim's rod slamming into her
chute, unwilling to admit she wasn't used to getting
it back there - she had been willing to try, but
Jeremy wasn't, which was another reason behind their
breakup.

"Not used to it?" Cindy 2.0 asked her new colleague as
she heard Jim moaning while he pumped. She cradled
Rachel's lovely face in her hands. "This'll take your
mind off it." She deeply kissed Rachel, and the feel
of the porn girl's tongue pushing into her mouth
almost took Rachel away from how much her tanned bum
was aching from Jim's pounding. Rachel placed a hand
on Cindy 2.0's blonde tresses as she felt the cock
speed up... it wouldn't be long before Jim was...
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!" she screamed into Cindy 2.0's mouth as
Rachel felt her asshole suddenly explode with her
customer's come. She let go of Cindy 2.0 and then let
go herself...

Over at Cindy Inc., it was another busy night - Eliza
Dushku was having herself a bukkake session, Elisha
Cuthbert was relieving yet another young man of his
virginity, CNN's Monita Rajpal was giving a happily
married man some very good news, Ashanti was assuring
her duo of customers that Kelis over at J-Lo's wasn't
half as good as she claimed to be, Jennifer Love
Hewitt had gotten out her Nancy Sinatra wig and was
singing her heart out while a husband and wife team
had their merry way with her, Michelle Branch was
getting her first taste of sex with a woman...

And Cindy Crawford was watching Brooke Burke and Blu
Cantrell demonstrate just how strong and supple they
was in the gymnasium. On one of the exercise tables,
Cindy watched as the women bent themselves forward,
their legs spread wide, and tipped their heads down.
Cindy was amazed; she had never seen someone actually
eat herself out before, let alone seen two people do
it. They wrren't even groaning as much as Cindy would
have expected them to; it was as if they were used to
it. With their hair falling down over their heads,
their backs up in the air and their heads bobbing,
Blu and Brooke looked like strange works of livng art.
And from their "Ummms" and "Mmmmms" it sounded like
they were enjoying it. Cindy edged in for a closer
look, and carefully brushed aside Brooke's hair. Her
eyes were closed with the effort she put in to get her
head that low down, and her neck was straining - but
her tongue was definitely touching her cunt. It was
licking what parts of it she could touch, and rolling
around on the surface. Cindy looked on jealously as
Brooke lolled her clit on the tip of her tongue, the
look of someone experienced at this form of self-love
all over her face.

Then she turned to Blu; the singer had her head even
further down than Brooke. "My God!" Cindy said to
herself as she saw Blu's lips and tongue slurping away
at her own cunt. Was this woman an alien or something?
Blu had at least an inch of her tongue actually inside
her box. This woman had to be fun at parties, and her
tongue looked like it was more fun than a cucumber or
whatever. Blu sucked and licked on herself with the
kind of dedication and intensity only a true
professional had; Cindy felt her own stomach. It was
hard, all right, but could she bend it as well as the
other two? And could they make the rest of her as
strong?

As a shaking Brooke and Blu lifted their heads, their
mouths shining with their own cunt-juice, and invited
Cindy to kiss the stuff off, Rachel was coming down
lightly from the feeling of Jim's prick in her ass.
All her worries had gone for the time being, and all
she focused on was how Jim looked standing in front of
her. He had said he'd take care of her, if she took
care of him. And the way she saw it, if he was so fond
of her that he was following her here... Rachel
grasped Jim's cock, the same cock that had had several
inches of it up her own butt, and swallowed it. She
was glad it had been inside HER ass and not, say,
Kelis's, otherwise she'd have been really sick...

"Ooooohhhhh.... I think there's still stuff in
there..." Jim breathed, resting his hands on Rachel's
head as she gave it. "And you - you're great too..."

Rachel felt Cindy 2.0's hands resting on her cheeks,
and something worming its way up her anus, seeking out
the white goodness Jim had left there and licking it
out. Aaaaaahhhh, soooo good... Cindy 2.0's lips and
tongue getting Rachel's rump all cleaned out. It
almost tickled, but it felt too nice to laugh about.
If Cindy Crawford ate her ass all day, she might just
stay here longer. She sucked Jim harder, begging for
him to flood her mouth and finish off, just so she
could get this hot little porn slut to herself...

Meanwhile, Cindy was grunting with the effort as she
held Brooke down, doing her damnedest to control the
bucking woman. Brooke was strong, but Cindy was
determined... "...eight...nine...ten!" Blu finished.
"You're OUT!"

"YES! Who's bad... who's bad..." Cindy chanted as she
got off Brooke.

"Yeah, but that was after three tries," Brooke pointed
out as she clambered to her feet. "If the fishstick
does that on the day you're lost."

"You need another round," Blu added. "Ready?" Before
Cindy could answer, Blu was on her. Brooke
backpedalled to get a better view, and to stay out of
the way; wise move, as Cindy slammed onto the mat
right where Brooke had been a moment before. Blu's hot
brown body was pinning the supermodel down; Cindy
strained to get her off, but the singer knew all about
keeping naked people down, and shook her head with an
enormous grin.

"You cheated!" Cindy said through gritted teeth.

"We're talking a J-Lo girl here, boss," Blu told her.
"Think they'll play by the rules?" She tweaked Cindy's
right nipple cockily. "Beaten in three seconds of the
first round... now who's bad?"

"I'll show YOU who's bad," Cindy smiled. "Brooke, do
you want the left or the right?"

"The left."

"Hands or pilate sticks?" Cindy asked Blu.

"Hands," Blu said, knowing what was coming. And loving
it. She strode over to the running machine, both Cindy
and Brooke checking out the dark woman's wiggle, and
bent over the handle. "Are you going to look or what?"

"Or what," Cindy assured her, taking up her position
on the right as Brooke stood on the left. "Now, this
is for not telling me about the other Cindy..." And
she smacked Blu's well-formed right bun as Brooke
landed a stinger on the left. Blu jumped as she felt
the slaps. "And this is for telling - how many people
do you think she told?"

"I'd say about 20," Brooke laughed, and she and Cindy
slapped Blu's seat meat again. The cracks echoed
through the gym as Blu yelled and laughed, feeling her
ass start to heat up.

"Only 19 more to go," Cindy said, rubbing Blu's rump
and admiring the firm, ample flesh. Then she raised
her hand, and wished that it was Cindy Crawford 2.0's
ass she was pounding...

* * * * * * * * * *

"Come on, I'll buy you a drink."

"What?" Rachel asked Cindy 2.0 in surprise. "You buy
ME a drink?"

"You've had a rough week," said the blonde as they
walked down the street. "This'll help."

Both women had been exhausted - Rachel because she had
been busy at J-Lo's and with interviews to get the
hype machine in motion, Cindy 2.0 because she was busy
doing some more videos as well. The best thing about
being a celeb prostitute was that she got to keep in
practice all the while for the day job, so to speak.
But their first shifts had come to an end, and they
had some time to relax before serving there again;
Rachel would be back there before it was time to go
home, but for Cindy 2.0 this WAS home. The two women
sat down at an open-air cafe, and they were surprised
that the waiter recognised the blonde (but pretended
he didn't).

"That was nice, what you did with me and Jim," Rachel
admitted.

"You're the first famous person I've ever done that
to," Cindy 2.0 smiled, toasting her.

"I'm sure you've rimmed some names in your line of
work."

"I meant famous in the mainstream sense. When was the
last time someone like Stephanie Swift was on
'Biography' or something?"

Rachel nodded. "It's actually fun to be here - apart
from your namesake. I can't believe she actually did
that to me..."

"Did what to you?"

"Oh, that's right - the wanker tried to break me in
TWICE! She knew how good I was in London, that should
have been good for everyone else, but no, not Cindy
Crawford the great supermodel; she said I've got to
have her prove herself again for the American
market..."

"Did she really say that?" Cindy 2.0 asked. "Doesn't
sound like her."

"Well, that's what Jim told me."

"And you believed him?" she asked in disbelief. "You
didn't talk to Cindy about this?"

"I was just so angry... I didn't want to talk to her,"
Rachel confessed.

"So you just walked out," Cindy 2.0 said, gulping her
drink down. "Nice to have you with us, but I gotta
tell you even J-Lo feels that isn't Cindy's style. If
she did test you twice, you're the first person she's
ever done it to. We're not supposed to chat to the
competition, but maybe you might want to get a few
messages to Hollywood Brits."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I like you."

* * * * * * * * * *

"...66...67...68..."

Cindy continued her push-ups, with nothing on her mind
but that... damned... fishstick. She had 100 of the
things to do - she hadn't been told to do that many by
anyone, it was just her own target. And they were
one-handed. What would have surprised anyone watching
was that she was actually doing them.

"...74...75...76..."

She had been going full out all week. Even when she'd
been in bed with a client she had been charged up. And
Rande would be a while recovering from the sesssion
they had had last night. Cindy didn't want to find
herself looking like a bodybuilder or something - she
just wanted to kick that fishstick into the middle of
next week.

"...89...90...91..."

Cindy just wished she could have had a sparring
partner.

* * * * * * * * * *

"What can I do for you, Rach?" asked Jim as she stood
in his office for the appointment she'd made.

"You can stop lying to me for a start," the British
singer said fiercely. "I had a word with some of the
journos here, and they got to the Brits here working
at Cindy Inc. Plus the other non-Americans. And guess
what I found?"

"What?"

"That Cindy broke them in once. ONLY once. Now do you
want to tell me why you had me quit? And before you
answer, trust me - if you lie, you'll never get me in
bed again."

She had him there. "It was... it was Wayne. He works
with me; he's got some young hot singers with him, all
very cute little things. He's always had it bad for
Jennifer Lopez, and he's sorting out a deal for them
to work with her."

"On records?"

"In bed. The thing is - Lopez wants to get as many
singers in her stable as she can, and she's looking to
get exclusive rights to this label. So Wayne suggested
that - "

"That I be persuaded to join Lopez?" Rachel
interrupted, feeling nauseous at what she'd been
tricked into doing. "I can't believe I could have been
so stupid!"

"She did," Jim told her. "And by she I mean Jennifer."

Rachel looked as if she wasn't the kind of girl to
swear up a blue streak, but she spent the next five
minutes proving otherwise.

* * * * * * * * * *

The city authorities, most of whom had partaken of
either Crawford's or Lopez's ladies, had sanctioned
the Battle of the Cindys, and the fighting area had
been all set up, ready for the following day. The ring
would be on a platform a few feet off shore. Just a
few, because they wanted people to be able to see the
fight. But off shore, because if the brunette or the
blonde was sent off the platform into the Pacific, the
fight would be over.

Cindy Crawford, resplendent in a white bikini, studied
the platform bobbing with the tides. By this time
tomorrow it would all be settled one way or the other.
She felt her companion's arm around her shoulder.
"Come on," Cindy 2.0 said, "it's time."

"Maybe she'll be late," Cindy suggested.

"For this?" Jennifer Lopez laughed. "Not a chance,
moley."

"Right on time," Cindy 2.0 chuckled, and ran her hands
down Cindy's arms. They were strong, and lovely. Cindy
2.0 wanted to be in them now; to her delight, the
original Cindy took her into them and gently kissed
her. Cindy, not too comfortable with Lopez eyeing the
two of them, pulled the string on Cindy 2.0's swimwear
and let her breasts out to the night air while the
younger woman removed the bikini from the older one.
She nodded, pleased at what she was seeing; Cindy the
Younger hadn't done many scenes with older women, but
working with Cindy the Older was promising. Cindy 2.0
touched the supermodel's breasts; she enjoyed fondling
boobs untouched by silicone.

Cindy sighed under the younger woman's fingers; they
were probing the flesh with enough expertise for
someone twice her age, and she tingled with the way
Cindy 2.0 rubbed her tiny nipples. Cindy kissed
Cindy's blonde-topped head, cheeks, lips and neck, as
her hands began to stroke the girl's form. She was
really very cute indeed; skin soft and silky, lean and
taut, with lovely breasts. She nuzzled both of them as
Cindy 2.0 continued to massage her chest, but as Cindy
sank lower the young woman had to let them go. Soon
Cindy was on her knees before the blonde, her tongue
about to enter; she reflected that this was as close
as she would ever get to going down on Cindy Crawford.

Jennifer Lopez watched as Cindy the brunette began to
lightly lick Cindy the blonde's pussy, her hands
stroking the porn actress's little rump. Jennifer's
hands were between her legs as she saw Cindy put her
tongue inside the girl's snatch and search around in
there, flicking and kissing. Cindy had her eyes shut,
not out of embarrassment but out of devotion, and she
looked as if she was enjoying it. Thoughts of using
this as an advertising tool never entered J-Lo's mind,
because she too was enjoying it; she had her right
hand dancing on her curly, moistened pussy as she
watched. Jennifer was tempted to ask one or the other
of them to feast on her fat muff afterwards; she was
thrusting her fingers deep inside, spreading it open
like a Penthouse Pet, and it was all dripping and
ready for whoever wanted it... hell, SHE wanted it.

Cindy C ran her hands up and down Cindy 2.0's back as
she tasted her slot, while the younger woman stood
there, moaning and enjoying it. She felt Cindy's soft
mouth revving her up below, and was dying to feel them
all over her body, but... ohhhhh shiiiiiittt.... Cindy
2.0 was almost about to yell with the supermodel's
caresses as she slipped her tongue along the area
leading over to her crack. Cindy sidled between her
legs and continued to taste the girl, dividing her
attention between her snatch and anus, stroking them
when she wasn't kissing them. Then Cindy slid up her
back and wrapped her arms around the blonde, kissing
the back of her neck and fondling her tits, while
rubbing her own pussy against the blonde's. All porn
stuff, yes, but damn if it didn't start to dampen both
of them.

"You know... after tomorrow... you can come by and do
this again... no charge..." Cindy 2.0 murmured,
rubbing her shoulder blades against Cindy's breasts.
She wriggled around so that she was facing the
supermodel, and rested her head between the veteran's
tits, spreading her fingers into the woman's box. "It
would be an honour to eat this," she said quietly.

Cindy felt the younger woman's mouth move down,
knowing she meant it. And even two days ago the
thought of that would have had her rushing for the
bar. But now... now as she felt the eager young woman
bury her face into her jungle, the only thing on her
mind was how much she was looking forward to it. Cindy
gasped in delight as she felt the girl supping down
there, eating in her dark garden, licking her out and
kissing the opening. Cindy was energetic and
experienced... she had value beyond her name. Cindy's
hot box was a gift for the girl, but the girl's mouth
was a gift for Cindy Crawford.

"Uhhhh... Cindy... oh Cindy, CINDY DO WE HAVE TO DO
THAT THING TOMORROWWWWWWW!!" the supermodel shouted as
she found herself starting to come inside the mouth of
the blonde. Though the blonde couldn't say anything,
neither of them was really looking forward to the
match anymore. And neither of them wanted Jennifer
Lopez...

* * * * * * * * * *

"My name is Cynthius Annius Crawfordus," Lauren Graham
said in a piss-poor impression of Russell Crowe as she
rubbed Cindy's shoulders to ease her tension. "Wife to
a murdered husband, mother to a murdered son, and I
shall have my vengeance."

"You know, he died at the end of the movie," Cindy
pointed out. Lauren held up her hands in surrender and
let the boss get up. "But so did the other guy. Keep
the faith - things'll turn out okay." She gave herself
one last look in the mirror and stepped out of her
cabin onto the beach, to a roar from her supporters.
The wind blowing through her hair that Sunday morning,
Cindy looked out to the platform, still floating there
as it was last night. Now she could see the mat that
was on it, with no ropes around the edges; nothing to
stop you hurtling into the Pacific. And not even fond
memories of the blonde's bottom would stop her from
seeing to it that it was the younger woman who took
the plunge.

"Hey, Cindy!" Hilary Duff called from the crowd as she
beamed and waved to them. "Kick butt!"

"How was London?" Cindy called to the teen.

"How do you think...?" Hilary answered, indicating the
well-stacked brunette standing next to her. "Lucy's
first time here - I told her this kind of thing
happens all the time in California..."

"I'll give you good memories!" Cindy told the model,
and set her mind on the blonde who was coming from the
other side of the beach, accompanied by Kelly Ripa
(Lopez had also signed Kelly Hu; Cindy was thankful
that she had gotten to Kelly Monaco and Kelly Rowland
first). With J-Lo's fans and Cindy Inc's fans trying
to outcheer each other, the two Cindys met in the
middle, the surf washing over their feet. They
recognised the memory of last night in each other's
eyes, and tried to overlook it, and almost succeeded.

"Kelly's the referee," Cindy 2.0 explained.

"I thought we said the ref would be neutral."

"I AM neutral, I keep telling you people that," Miss
Ripa moaned. "Why don't you believe me?"

"Twenty-five men at J-Lo's, that's why," Cindy
parried.

"Anyway, is this mike on? Okay... HI EVERYBODY!" Kelly
shouted into it. "Here it is - The Battle of the
Cindys! Winner gets to stay in business, loser gets to
be on the second season of 'I'm A Celebrity... Get Me
Out Of Here!' Rules are: No rules! Except no time
limits, and the first person to either go down three
times or out of the ring loses. Clear?"

The Cindys nodded. "Then let the war BEGIN!"

Shaking hands, the supermodel and the porn actress
splashed through the surf towards the platform and
climbed up the ladders onto it. Underneath the
floating arena was just four feet of water, but wet
was wet; Cindy and Cindy faced each other, and Kelly
shouted "GOOOOOOOOOO!"

Cindy 2.0 leaped onto Cindy, who dropped and grabbed
the blonde, hoping to throw her over her body and into
the big blue; but Cindy 2.0 clutched the brunette and
checked the throw. They were both still on the
surface, and they both still had to drop the other.
Cindy 2.0 hit the supermodel in the abs and followed
it up with a blow to the head, rocking Cindy and the
platform; the bobbing was making it hard for either of
them to maintain balance.

"That's a great pussy you've got," the blonde laughed.
"Can I have a second helping?" Without waiting for an
answer, she drove a fist under the bikini and into
Cindy's crotch, the middle finger out and jabbing
inside. Cindy howled and grabbed the blonde's head,
tugging back hard and forcing her out of the snatch.
Then the supermodel wrenched the porn girl's head to
one side and grabbed her close, getting her in a
headlock; the platform rocked harder as the two
struggled. Then Cindy 2.0, wriggling in the veteran's
arms, hooked one of Cindy's legs and pulled.

"SHIT!!!" Cindy screamed as she slipped backwards and
fell, landing on the platform with the blonde on top.
First blood was the porn star's; Eve and L'il Kim
whooped and high-fived each other, leading the
cheering from the Lopez section on the beach.

"Don't go celebrating yet, missy!" Kelly Rowland
snapped.

Cindy 2.0 rolled off the fuming supermodel, and as she
got to her feet her head exploded. The fishstick had
kicked her while she was getting up... Cindy staggered
and dipped to one side as Cindy 2.0 slapped her hard
repeatedly. She was fast and mean, and she was on the
verge of wearing her down; Cindy 2.0 looked cute, but
she wanted to win...

"What about last night?" the supermodel croaked. Cindy
2.0 slapped her again - but this time she hesitated,
and the impact was lesser. Unlike the blow Cindy
landed. "I could tell that you liked it more than you
let on..."

"I'm supposed to make it look like I love it!" Cindy
2.0 answered as she clutched Cindy. "It's my job! Just
like it's YOURS! Only I'm better at it... better and
younger, tighter, hotter! You're old and you're over,
but I'm just starting..."

"The hell you are," Cindy said coldly, and wrenched
the girl's arm off her, twisting it around and putting
all her weight on as she dragged the surprised porn
actress around her on the platform, forcing her down
and down until her face was nearly touching the
surface. With a blow from her elbow onto the blonde's
back, Cindy 2.0 gave way and hit the mats. Cindy had
scored - but as she landed, she rolled over quickly
before Cindy could pin her, and grabbed Cindy's hand,
tugging her forward. Cindy couldn't hold her balance;
she fell forward and saw she was heading for the edge.
As she landed, Cindy 2.0 leaped up; the brunette was
on the edge, and she was about to kick her off. Taking
advantage of the few moments the blonde was on one
leg, Cindy grabbed the girl's thigh with one hand and
her pussy with the other and shoved her so that she
pivoted a little, and lost her balance; Cindy then had
the time she needed to get away from the edge and
punch the girl in the face, and down she went.

As she landed, Cindy 2.0 put her hand to her face -
it came away red.

"You are going to be paying for that, buttmunch," the
blonde muttered. They had two strikes against them as
a furious Cindy 2.0 got up; no more chances for one of
them. The two women, battered and angry, and feeling
the ocean spray on the platform starting to make them
lose traction, readied themselves for the final
attack.

"Rachel had the right idea coming over," Cindy 2.0
jeered. "You'll never get to feast on her British buns
the way me and Lopez will."

"How do you know I haven't?" Cindy asked, and sprang
at the girl, standing her ground as firm as she could
and prepared to absorb the impact. Cindy landed hard,
and Cindy 2.0 rocked but stayed firm. They were
holding each other again, but this time they weren't
thinking of sex. Cindy scrabbled for the girl's
bikini.

"You really want another go, don't you?" she laughed
as Cindy ripped the top off, and wrapped it around her
neck. The girl clawed behind her and pulled - now the
two Cindys were both fighting topless. Cindy 2.0
scratching whatever parts of Cindy she could find,
Cindy drawing it tighter around the blonde's neck, the
two trying to get the other to give way. Cindy tried
to rock backwards, but the girl wasn't about to go for
that... "GIVE IT UP, MISSY!" she grunted. "THIS IS MY
CHANCE...!"

Inside Cindy's head, what the blonde said triggered
off a revelation. Cindy 2.0 was right; this was her
chance. She was young, she wanted to get ahead...
Cindy could relate in that respect; she too had been
eager to get noticed when she was her age. That was
why she was at J-Lo's; that was why she had agreed to
this match. In the middle of the girl's jabbing and
yelling and kicking, Cindy suddenly felt calm. The
only thing really wrong with this whole thing was that
they had the same name. But so did a lot of other
people; hell, Aisha Tyler had told her once that she
had done a websearch and come up with a race car
driver called Cindy Crawford. And was she bothered by
her?

"KELLY!" Cindy yelled towards the beach.

"WHAT?!" Kelly shouted back.

"I DECLARE THIS CONTEST A DRAW!!!" Cindy Crawford
shouted, and before Cindy 2.0 could react the
beautiful brunette stepped off the platform, still
holding the blonde tightly. Cindy and Cindy dropped
into the Pacific like stones, releasing each other as
they submerged. The fight was over.

The crowd yelled in righteous indignation, demanding
that one or the other of them be declared the winner,
but out by the platform manners were being decided as
the two Cindys broke the surface. "What did you do
that for?!?" the blonde spat.

"What's the point?" Cindy asked in return. "I win, you
have to quit. You win, I have to quit. Don't want that
any more."

"You... don't?"

"No," she confirmed, face softening. "Besides, I got
something out of last night, even if you didn't."

Cindy 2.0 nodded pensively. "You know something?... I
did like last night as well."

"But what about - "

"I was lying. I wanted to beat you for Lopez... then I
thought about her plugging me with my name and I got
to thinking did she hire me because of me or for my
name? To score points off you?"

"Probably to score points," Cindy said. "But you're
pretty good in your own right."

"Yeah, I am," the blonde smiled. "Friends?"

"Unofficial," Cindy replied. "Just between you and me,
okay?"

"Shake?" asked Cindy 2.0, offering her hand.

Cindy laughed. "You can do better than that."

"Oh yeah," the blonde grinned, dropping it back under
the surface and snaking it into the front of Cindy's
bikini bottom...

Watching from the beach with the others, Rachel
Stevens cheered Cindy Crawford. Supermodel, mother,
celebrity bordello owner, and her boss again.

* * * * * * * * * *

Cindy's private jet streaked through the clear sky
towards their destination as the passengers watched
the inflight entertainment. There wasn't a movie on
this flight, but there didn't need to be. The show
Monica Bellucci and Cindy Crawford was putting on
topped anything that could possibly have appeared on
screen.