Cindy Inc. The Mommies Return

[davesmistress]

The continuing adventures of Cindy Crawford -
supermodel, mother and celebrity bordello owner. The
celebrities in this story are used for fictional
purposes, and they aren't portrayed here the way they
are in real life (except for the attractiveness part,
obviously). No under-18s as usual - though let's face
it, the cast of this story is likely to appeal more to
the veterans among you (at the time of writing Cindy
is the only one of the quartet still under 40!) - and
any comments or complaints to go to the message boards
or to cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk. (Starting with it
not being about a group of older women seducing young
boys.)

This was originally called "Kaia's, Alexa's, Chloe's
and Flynn's Moms Have Got It Going On" because Kaia is
Cindy's daughter, Alexa is the oldest of Christie
Brinkley's three children and the only one in this
story, Chloe is the older of Kathy Ireland's two
daughters (Kathy's also a mother of three), and Flynn
is the older of Elle's two sons (shame she doesn't
have a daughter), but it was too cumbersome. Apologies
for making some of you feel old, especially since at
39 (happy birthday, baby!) Cindy is the youngest of
the four stars of this story...

* * * * * * * * * *

Keith and Nancy Tyler, like a lot of "Friends"
viewers, had their own (non-laminated) lists of five
celebrities they were allowed to sleep with if they
ever got to meet them. Though Keith liked to think he
was equal with his wife, he was as happy as a pig in
shit when he heard about Cindy Inc. opening; he wasn't
the only one with such a list to hit the place, but he
was one of only three customers ever to actually come
close to banging all five picks - he'd fulfilled a
long-time fantasy by fucking Kelly Garrett (aka Jaclyn
Smith, during '70s Night), he'd scored with Cameron
Diaz not long afterwards, and he had left his No. 4,
Jennifer Aniston, a huge tip because of his guilt at
having to go across town to J-Lo's in order to pork
Heather Locklear (his No. 3).

And now, tonight, he was going to cross off Cindy
Crawford's name - the madame herself was no. 5. As he
headed upstairs, he saw a guy who couldn't be older
than 17 walking by him eagerly; probably hoping to get
at one of the younger women there tonight. Keith
couldn't blame him; he had it bad for the likes of
Christie Brinkley when he was the kid's age. "So who
are you looking for tonight?" he couldn't help asking.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Dennis
replied.

"Try me."

Dennis figured that a guy his age would understand if
he confessed that he was here to give it to Christie
Brinkley...

* * * * * * * * * *

On Cindy Crawford's three workout videos, she'd been
dressed and solo (apart from the instructor). For the
reenactment, she was accompanied by a guy again, but
this time she was stretching and crunching naked.
Cindy always worked out anyway, but not usually with
an audience watching and beaming. She wasn't as young
as she used to be, but she was still keeping up the
pace; it always flattered her when someone half her
age told her she was hot. Grunting as she stretched
and curled herself on the mat, Cindy's only regret was
that she didn't have any music.

"...eight...nine...ten... and we're done with the
abs!" Cindy said breezily, and got to her feet,
flicking the hair from her face and letting Keith
study her. Her stomach was flat and firm all right,
and her breasts weren't exactly perky and/or huge but
neither were they drooping to the floor. The husband
and father of four fixed his eyes on Cindy nicely
trimmed cunt, relieved that he wouldn't have to tell
her what she wanted to hear the way he often did with
his wife. Clutching his prick as he had been doing all
the while, Keith shook his head in admiration.

"You're sure you won't do a fourth tape?" he asked, as
Cindy had a quick swig of water.

"Nope. Best to stick with the ones already out there,"
Cindy told Mr. T.

"They're great, but I like to see you the way you are
now," he replied. "I'd have loved to take you back
then if I had the chance, but it's not like there's
anything wrong with you now." He was surprised to see
Cindy look genuinely pleased at the compliment - he
thought she'd be used to stuff like that now.

"You're pretty good yourself," Cindy replied, and it
was HIS turn to look happy; even if she was only
saying what he wanted to hear, it did him good,
especially since his wife hardly ever said it. "Ready
to join in for real?"

Tim was already ready; he'd been building up his
strength by watching Cindy work out for years,
bringing up the brightness of the screen so he could
make out the curve of her behind in those black
shorts, trying to look down her shirt/up her shorts,
occasionally putting his head next to the onscreen
image of her opening her legs, and so on. Now as Cindy
lay down on the carpet and began to bend her arms and
legs upwards, Keith stood over her, happy as a pig in
shit for the second time this week; the first time was
when he got to catch up with "Desperate Housewives" on
TiVo by himself and renew his... acquaintance...with
his no. 6, the sexy blonde who used to be Paige on
"Knots Landing," and who to his delight was also at
Cindy Inc. (Keith had never liked frog-faced Teri
Hatcher, so the fact that she was at J-Lo's made him
even happier.)

Keith studied Cindy's tight, round butt as the
supermodel continued going through her paces.

* * * * * * * * * *

Dennis studied Christie's tight, round butt as the
supermodel continued going through her paces.
Christie's surprisingly tight, round, ample butt in
fact - he studied it in the wall-sized mirror while
the 50-year-old blonde slurped and swallowed his
17-year-old pole, getting all of the inches down into
her throat and massaging his hot, eager body as she
sucked.

Though Christie Brinkley was pretty much retired,
enough people had suggested her on Cindyinc.com for
Cindy to make overtures to the veteran; Christie had
agreed, and although not there on a regular basis she
found herself greeted by some very enthusiastic
customers - some of them, like Cindy and other older
women there, were fans of hers back in the day finally
jumping from jacking off to her swimsuit pictures to
the real thing. But some others were young men who
fully believed in the whole MILF/yummy mummy thing...
and Dennis was one of them.

Not that he had anything against girls around his own
age - it was just that whenever he watched "The O.C."
he got revved up by Julie and Kirsten as much as by
Summer and Marissa. And sometimes more so. Running his
hands through her blonde tresses, he felt her head
bobbing back and forth as she tasted his joint; all he
could do was sweat and grunt, feeling his cock filling
her mouth and touching the top of her throat. Christie
was fondling his hairless balls as she swallowed; she
pressed the tiny area behind the sac, starting to
tease out the tasty drops of come. Dennis couldn't say
anything... he was just so, so glad for the
experience. Breathing harder, he felt himself starting
to drip into the woman's throat as she let the hard
cock out of her mouth, shaking her head. "You're not
ready to end yet, are you?" Christie added, pressing
herself next to him and moving up his eager body.

Dennis was dying to come deep inside this beautiful,
helpful woman; but she was right, not just yet. Her
eyes on a direct line with his, the boy and the woman
kissed, his heart speeding up as he felt her mature,
warm body next to his. He managed to forget that he
had a girlfriend as he cupped one of Christie's nice,
surprisingly firm breasts, a blissful, lusting smile
on his face.

Christie also had a blissful, lusting smile on her
face; she loved fucking the young guys. Especially
ones her daughter would have liked. In this case, one
her daughter DID like...

* * * * * * * * * *

Again with the exercises, but this time Cindy was all
by herself. She was on her bed, naked from the waist
down, and doing her post-sex workout - or as she
privately called it, the cunt crunch. Cindy had her
legs raised and slightly spread as she tensed up her
abs, feeling the pressure around her crotch; keeping
up the pressure, she started to thrust herself
slightly, rotating her hips as she went through the
same process she'd been doing for years. Her pussy
would never again be the way it was when she was 22,
but Cindy loved being told how tight she was for her
age. It was five minutes of stretching that she didn't
really need to do, but the end result made it worth
it. She continued to get her cunt into shape, knowing
she had the time until it was time for Keith's next
bit.

Down in the lounge, Keith put back his second drink of
the evening. "Who are you here for?" he asked the
ruddy-cheeked man sitting next to him while they
watched the TV overhead. "And think you could change
the channel?"

The man silently said goodbye to the "Dukes of
Hazzard" rerun and changed the channel. "And as for
the other bit, I'm here to poke Cindy."

"Which Cindy?"

"Oh, come on," the man chuckled as a third one brushed
by them and asked for a whisky. "Which one do you
think?"

"You never know - it could have been Cindy Margolis."

"Who cares about her now?"

"No argument there," Keith agreed, as the bartender
suddenly became even busier; moving around bottles,
getting icebags, and generally showing all the signs
of an employee trying to please his employer when he -
or in this case she - was around. At the same time, a
soft hand touched Keith's shoulder; he knew that
touch, and the smell.

"Cindy?"

"Welcome back," the freshly-tightened supermodel said
warmly. "And you must be Joe Nilson."

"Pleased to meet you," the ruddy-faced man replied,
taking her hand. "I thought your customers came up to
meet you."

"They usually do," Cindy admitted, "but in this case I
thought I should come down to you, so we can sort this
out."

"Sort what out?" asked Keith and Joe, as Cindy looked
embarrassed.

"There was a snafu when the appointments were made for
this week... my people ended up booking three of you
for my session tonight," she explained. "Usually I
could take the three of you one after the other - "

"Three of us?" Keith interrupted.

"Yes, three of us," said the young man who'd ordered
the whisky. "I'm here for Cindy as well. You should
really sort out your bookers, Miss C..."

"You're here for Cindy?" Joe repeated. "Come on, Ryan
- you told me you were after Joss Stone!"

"Could I have her as well?" Ryan asked Cindy
hopefully.

"Joss isn't here tonight," the supermodel told him,
thinking that she did need to talk to her bookers and
wishing she could have had some of that whisky. "The
thing is, I only have time to be with one of you this
evening because I promised my kids I'd spend the night
with them..."

Keith and Joe, being parents themselves, nodded
sympathetically.

"...plus I've got a command performance before I can
go home, and the guy doesn't like to be kept waiting."

"I know the feeling," Ryan muttered.

"But my plane leaves for Orlando tomorrow!" Joe
argued. "Who knows when I'll get this shot again..."

"That's what so great about living on the West Coast,"
Keith gloated.

"I love L.A.," Ryan sniggered.

"I don't," Joe said.

"Gentlemen, please..." And Cindy led them towards a
private room for the four of them to finish the
debate, reaching into her pocket. "There's only one
fair way to decide who gets it... I've got a coin in
my hand, and I don't know what it is. Whoever guesses
the farthest from what it is goes out in the first
round, and the remaining two choose heads or tails."
She pulled out a clenched fist. "Okay, call it."

"A silver dollar?" Ryan suggested.

"A shiny new dime?" Keith said.

"A quarter?" added Joe.

The brunette opened her palm, keeping the coin hidden
from the men; then she slinked forward to Ryan and
kissed him deeply on the lips, to his joy and their
shock. "Sorry," she said softly after she broke the
kiss. "You lose." And she showed the men the dime.

"Hey," the stirred Ryan managed to say, "no harm
done..." But Cindy was about to toss the coin.

"Heads!" Joe shouted, as the coin flew into the air
and landed in Cindy's palm. "FUCK!" he shouted a
moment later.

"It's your night tonight," Cindy told Keith. "But if
Ryan and Joe will come with me, we'll sort something
out for you, no extra charge. No one leaves Cindy Inc.
unbedded..."

"Maybe I could sort out something with you and Joss?"
Ryan asked hopefully.

"Not tonight."

"But there's still a chance... by the way, who's the
command performance for?"

Cindy told them.

* * * * * * * * * *

Bridget Murphy didn't know what she found harder to
believe - the fact that she was in bed with Elle
Macpherson, or the fact that she was in a creaky bed
with Elle Macpherson. With the money that went into
Cindy Inc., you'd think they could have sprung for
mattresses that didn't squeak. Still, it helped make
it seem like she was back in her bedsit in Melbourne
underneath her soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend. Except for the
fuzz she was stroking between Elle's legs while the
woman formerly and forever known as The Body kissed
her shoulders and neck; Elle had all the right stuff.

Elle nuzzled the area between Bridget's breasts; a lot
of the customers she was with weren't much to write
home about, but Bridget was a stunner - she was the
spitting image of Nikki Visser, and she was even
Australian! It was almost too good to be true;
sometimes Elle thought that her duties here were right
out of Cinemax, and as she fondled Nikki's - er,
BRIDGET'S - boobs, she knew this was one of them. At
least Bridget's tits were all-natural, and she wasn't
acting out some trashy Shannon Tweed movie. Elle
blanked out thoughts of that veteran J-Lo employee and
started running her tongue over Bridget's large
nipples, feeling them stiffen. Bridget shivered as she
felt Elle's mouth; she dipped down and lightly bit the
veteran's shoulder as she thrust her fingers into her
snatch.

"That's gonna leave a mark," Elle smiled as she kissed
Bridget's chest. "Still hungry?"

"Damn right," the blonde answered as they rolled over,
with Bridget mounting Elle and taking in the tall
woman's tanned body. She'd gotten a few wrinkles over
the years, but there wasn't anything Bridget didn't
hope she had when she was 40. She ran her hands down
Elle's bronzed form, patting her thighs and looking at
her box in anticipation. "Open 'em up, Ellie."

"I thought you'd never ask," Elle said, and spread
them, watching Bridget as she slid down the bed to get
closer to the supermodel's gash. Elle was perfectly
trimmed down there, and her clit was fat and waiting.
Bridget planted a little kiss on the slot, and placed
her tongue on it gingerly. She probed around Elle's
snatch, feeling its slightly tangy taste, and rubbed
Elle's clit on her tongue. It was nice, but...

"I'm sorry, I can't... I just CAN'T!" Bridget snapped
back from Elle's cunt as if a rope had pulled her, and
crouched at the foot of the bed as Elle, not happy at
her feelings being cut off like that, propped herself
up and looked down at the blonde. "Don't get me wrong,
it's not you..."

Elle was tempted to say "It never IS me," but then she
remembered what had happened to the last Cindy Inc.
employee who'd said that. "You're just nervous, Nikki
- I mean, Bridget," she replied, sitting up next to
the girl and putting an arm around her shoulders. "It
happens all the time."

"It won't happen next time," Bridget assured her.
"There won't be one - not just with you, with anyone.
I've done it several times, and it's always the
same... I just had to be sure."

"Sure about what?"

"That I'm straight," the blonde said, calming down and
getting up to get dressed.

"Maybe you just don't like giving head," Elle
suggested. "[She named a well-known young actor] is as
gay as a goose and he can't stand sucking cock. Makes
him feel sick."

"Yes, but when I was between your legs I thought about
Ray's dick instead of your cunt - I could have gone on
down there thinking about him, but you can't lick a
dick that way." Bridget rested a hand on Elle. "But
thank you anyway."

"For what?"

"For sorting me out. Now I know who I really am; is
there any way I can make it up to you?"

"Well, you paid for the full session," Elle cracked.
"Do you mind letting an old bi-babe eat you?"

"It wouldn't be the first time," Bridget replied.
"Mind if I think about my ex?"

As the busty lady went back onto the bed, Elle heard
her beeper go - she put it out of her mind. It wasn't
Cindy calling, so it could wait. She had a sexy
Antipodean's blonde pussy (and maybe even asshole) to
taste...

"Eleanor?"

Elle's mouth touched Bridget's lovely cunt just as she
heard her father's voice. "Eleanor? (Knowing laughter)
I guess you're too busy to talk now. Anyway, I'll be
seeing you later on tonight..."

He hung up, and almost at once the mobile went off
again, but this time Elle had put her mind firmly back
on the job at hand. Running her tongue along Bridget's
warm, damp slot, she rested her hands on the girl's
thighs as the caller started to talk.

"Elle? Your dad just came in," Holly Valance
announced.

The Body ignored the young woman's bombshell, moving
her tongue deeper inside Bridget, her client's low
gasps and grunts going some way to relax her over this
dreaded day. Unlike many of the celebrities serving at
Cindy Inc., Elle had never told her parents that she
worked there; they'd heard rumours, but she'd always
denied them. Cindy had given her the same treatment as
everyone else when Elle had signed up; all the
employees had to know each other's relatives on sight
on the off chance one should show up while they were
on duty. "Just in case you don't want them to know,"
Cindy had added. Elle had assured the boss that her
parents wouldn't know, and that her dad wasn't about
to show up.

Now here he was, on the prowl for some A-list poontang
with his daughter's face buried in a blonde's fine
tight snatch. Elle wasn't looking forward to the next
few hours; she couldn't eat her out that long. Sooner
or later, she'd have to leave...

* * * * * * * * * *

"Has anyone ever told you you've got a great butt?"
Dennis asked Christie as they lay in each other's
arms, before realising who he was talking to. She
probably heard that a million times before... "Dammit,
I'm so STUPID! You've heard that a - "

"And I love hearing it," Christie replied. "I'm sure
your girlfriend does as well... you DO have a
girlfriend, right?"

"Yeah - she's a nice girl, good to look at, but..."

"But?"

"She just isn't ready yet. She knows I want it, but
she doesn't want to... help me out?"

Christie nodded. "Sounds like a good girl," she told
him. "You're not the kind of guy who'd be with a total
bitch."

* * * * * * * * * *

"WHERE'S THE BITCH?!?" Alexa screamed to a heavily
pregnant Lisa Dergan in reception.

"Mischa Barton's over at the other place, I told you
before."

"Oh yeah right, like Dennis would really sleep with
that - that ski pole!" The leggy brunette gripped the
edge of the desk to keep from hitting somebody (Lisa).
"I know he's here; Bonnie O'Connor spotted him coming
in and rang me up, and I don't think he's here to fix
the washing machine so WHO IS IT?!" Alexa was on the
verge of exploding with rage; she had heard rumours
that Dennis was seeing somebody else, but she didn't
want to bring it up in front of him in case someone
was just trying to get him into trouble. Now it looked
like someone wasn't, and here she was coming this
close to dragging Lisa over the desk, bump and all, to
find out who he was seeing.

"Uhhhh - look Alex."

"My name is ALEXA, DAMMIT!!!!"

"Alexa," Lisa flustered, "we're not allowed to say who
our customers are or who they're with."

"Fine. I'll wait here till he comes out."

"You're not allowed to loiter either," the blonde
added, praying that fate wouldn't choose this moment
to have her waters break.

"Look, I'm fully straight. What else am I supposed to
do around here?"

"Get a drink? Play in the arcade? Go to the gym?" Lisa
suggested.

Alexa's eyes lit up. "Do you guys have 'Doom'?"

* * * * * * * * * *

Ryan and Joe watched Cindy slinking upstairs with
Keith in tow, the latter - like the other two -
looking very impressed after hearing who was going to
enjoy Cindy Crawford's vagina after him. "Give him
something to live up to for us!" Ryan called after
him. Keith winked and nodded as the two went away,
with Cindy beaming as she thought about how many times
she had heard that one.

"Stop staring at her bum," Holly Valance chuckled. "If
you'll come with me, I'll get your entertainment for
the evening."

Joe scanned the Australian actress-singer-call girl's
charms, and opened his mouth. "Ah-ah-ah," Holly
laughed, "I'm spoken for tonight. Every night someone
has to show the guys who's in line, and it's my turn.
until 11." She winked. "So until then." Holly led the
other two to a terminal with Cindy's smiling face as
its screensaver. "Let me just get rid of the boss."
One wipe of the mouse and the screen filled with a
large mosaic of pictures of women, most of which were
in black and white. "The black and white ones are
either not on duty tonight or already taken," she
explained, as Joe and Ryan quickly looked at them,
their faces alternately cheerful and disappointed -
some women not there they were happy to miss, but
others.

"It's been a very busy night tonight," Holly continued
as she finished tapping. "These are all we've got
left."

"Some all," Ryan whistled. He wasn't too crazy about
Ashlee Simpson or Kathy Ireland, but check out the
rest of the lineup - Liv Tyler, Vanessa Carlton,
Vanessa Marcil, Linsey Dawn McKenzie, Lauren Phoenix,
Kate Winslet... his favourite actresses and his
favourite porn stars up for grabs? Ryan was growing a
trouser tent just thinking about it. "Make the choice,
my man," he told Joe.

"You can take your time to work it out between
yourselves - they're not going anywhere," Holly told
them, as Ashlee's picture abruptly turned black and
white. "Whoops, there's one less."

"It's Ashlee, not Jessica. And he's paying for it so
he gets to choose," Ryan pointed out. "Go ahead, I'll
enjoy whoever you pick."

"Pick two, if you want," Holly suggested. "It's all
about lifelong fantasies here."

Ryan, his eyes going back and forth among the
beauties, had to agree. Liv. Lauren. Linsey. Vanessa.
he didn't care which. He waited for Joe to say the
word - anyone would send his mind shooting straight to
heaven.

"You said it - it's all about lifelong fantasies here.
Kathy Ireland," Joe said, sighing.

Except her.

* * * * * * * * * *

Kathy Ireland hadn't been a model/actress/designer for
a while now; of all the model mommies, she was the
most devoted to the "mommy" part - she hadn't done any
acting work since "Twice Upon A Christmas" (and many
claimed she hadn't done any acting since her first
movie in 1987), and she didn't do any spreads to keep
her hand in, even though she had hardly been attacked
by the ugly stick now she was in her 40s. A devoted
mother and a good-living person, Kathy hadn't even
initially been keen to be signed up to anyone. Truth
be told, even Cindy hadn't been too sure at first. but
then she'd noticed requests on the forums of the
bordello's website.

"You have to understand we can trace these things
back," Cindy had told Kathy. "If it had been just one
person making loads of requests it would be one thing,
but. you know, you pleased a lot of teenage boys back
in your day."

"Just like you did," Kathy had giggled, not pointing
out that she wasn't that much older than Cindy.
"And now they're older and they don't forget."

"Look, I've got a comfortable life now," Kathy had
told her. "I'm retired, I'm not A-list but I'm happy -
wouldn't you rather get someone like Kate Moss?"

Cindy had just stared at her. Kate Moss was not
popular around there.

"Oh okay, forget her. I do keep getting letters even
today." Kathy had then toyed with a pen from Cindy's
desk, weighing it up in her mind. "This is just for
one night, right?"

"Absolutely," Cindy had agreed. "But you'll probably
come back."

"Don't bet on it. But I want to make a few things
straight - I don't take it. um.."

"In the ass?"

"I wasn't going to put it that way, but yes. And if
they don't wear condoms, I won't do it."

The deal made, Holly now passed on those instructions
to Ryan and Joe as she escorted them to the east side
of the building. "And here's your set," she finished,
handing the men a packet of condoms each. "Let me
guess - you take a bigger size, right? They all say
they do."

"It's not that," Ryan muttered. "It's just. I don't
know why I have to be with some lady who was hot when
I was in nursery school."

"Kathy's a classic lady," Joe pointed out. "You'll be
in my place in about 20 years."

"Yeah, but I want to be with someone who guys like
now."

"Nothing wrong with older women, Ryan."

"You know any men who want to fuck Barbara Walters? Or
Germaine Greer? Or Star Jones?"

"Egad, no! You made your point. but this is Kathy
Ireland we're talking about."

"Yeah yeah." Ryan hid his dislike as Holly ushered
them into a tastefully furnished room, with no sign of
the lady. "I guess she's getting ready for us.
Probably be taking forever - you know what moms are
like."

"Come on, Ryan - forget Cinderella's evil stepmom.
Think Stacy's."

"I always preferred Stacy in that video."

"Stacy's too young for you," came a voice that lifted
Joe's heart. "But if you ask Cindy nicely she might be
able to help you meet her."

"That's my cue to leave," Holly smiled. "Have fun." As
the door shut behind her, Ryan and Joe looked upon the
form of Kathy Ireland.

* * * * * * * * * *

"FUCCCCCK!!! OHHHHGOOOOODGODDDDD YESSS!!!!!"

There had been customers Cindy had had over the years
who had been happy to leave her rump alone, but not
very many. And Keith was no exception; Cindy's fingers
tore into the bedsheets as she crouched atop them,
wearing nothing but a wide-eyed gasping smile and
living up to her rep as a screamer; with every pound
of Keith's rod inside her butt she yelled a little
louder. She thrust herself back and forth as she moved
with her customer, feeling him slide the cock back a
few inches ever so slowly as if it was on the way out
of her, then thrusting back inside to bring out
another happy yell from the woman. Cindy's eyes grew
wider as she waited for Keith to push himself ever
deeper inside her well-travelled asshole; she gyrated
her buttocks up and into his crotch, wiggling them as
she felt his cockhead prodding her deep inside.

If Cindy sounded as if she was having the time of her
life, the groaning and grunting Keith was thrilled; it
had been years since he had first dreamed of doing
this, years since he had first done Nancy while
pretending she was Cindy Crawford and never telling
her about it (which was only fair, since that time she
had pretended HE was Jonathan Taylor Thomas - Nancy
had always liked them young). Nancy was the furthest
thing from Keith's mind as he held onto the
supermodel's sides, running his fingers up and down
her taut body and touching what he could of her
breasts, loving how they bobbed along his hands as
Cindy jerked herself back and forth. Keith's groans
built as he felt his balls slapping Cindy's private
area, his cock being squeezed to a happy peak by the
model/madam's anus. Oh man oh man. in his days of
being bi he had liked it with a guy, but "South
Pacific" had been right - there was nothing like a
dame. He cupped Cindy's cheeks tightly as he built up
the grinding, his cock pounding inside her as he
listened to her rising swearing and screaming, the way
she kept moving her butt around his organ.

"Dammit Keith, fill. it. UPPPPP!!!!!" Cindy roared as
she actually ripped pieces from the sheet, yowling as
Keith slapped her left buttock, not being able to wait
any longer - he pumped against her harder than ever,
screaming himself as he finally burst inside her, the
years he had been waiting to show how he felt finally
coming to a climax. Keith slammed against Cindy's ass
again and again as he fired his streams of thick cum
into her asshole, each thrust punctuated by his
screams of joy and his hands gripping her glutes.
Cindy was wailing herself as she felt him pumping
inside her, her asshole stretched and dampened, the
juice flooding her tunnel as his dream finally came
true.

At last the flow slowed, and Cindy relaxed her glutes
as Keith slid his spent cock out with a happy little
gasp from both. Keith sighed as he looked at the
sprawled brunette, her asshole still gaping slightly
and the rim showing the gleam of his stick cum.

"All done." he breathed with satisfaction. "All five."

"All five.?" Cindy asked, catching her breath as she
began to wait for the feeling to return so she could
walk again.

"Oh fuck - I shouldn't have said that."

"Let me guess - you've got a list of celebrities
you've wanted to go to bed with and I was the last
one, right?" Cindy said, not sounding resentful, just
amused.

"Well. you weren't the last one," Keith said, his mind
still on Cindy's amazing ass. "If it was in some kind
of order Cameron D would have been last."

"And Heather Locklear would have been first? Yeah, I
know who the other ladies are - Jennifer Aniston told
me you told her everything. She must have treated you
really well for you to sing like that."

Keith was as embarrassed as a man who's just fucked
Cindy Crawford in the butt could be embarrassed.

"Just shop talk," Cindy continued. "And I'm flattered
you saved me for last."

"You're not mad about this whole list thing?"

"Why should I? We get them all the time - you're the
fourth one this week."

* * * * * * * * * *

"You're the first ones I've been with," Kathy smiled
as she watched Ryan and Joe undress; the wide-eyed and
sweet-featured woman was clad only in a dressing-gown,
sitting at a table and waiting for the two to finish.
"So you'll have to forgive me if I'm a bit nervous."

"First ones tonight, you mean," Ryan said amiably.

"Er... yeah, tonight," she said, as she successfully
fought a strange desire to cover her eyes; Cindy and
the others were able to separate their private work
from their private lives, but Kathy was still a very,
very good girl at heart. Not that she didn't like sex,
it was just that she wasn't used to doing it for money
or as a result of fame, even the kind she'd known. She
consoled herself with the thought that the kid was
probably a bit uncomfortable as well -

"Ta-DAAA!!!" Ryan crowed, standing before her naked
and confident in himself. Joe was also in the natural,
and smirking a bit to himself - Ryan was better
defined than him, yes, but he was packing less meat as
well.

"Oh my goodness... that's some nice stuff there,"
Kathy laughed, and undid the gown. Inside she was
nervous; this was one reason why she had never done
any nudity in print or on screen - she had never liked
to share her body with groups, even small ones like
this. Kathy let the gown drop just to her shoulders
for a moment, twinkling at the two men waiting while
she hesitated... she could still call it off. It
wasn't too late...

Yes it was. Kathy slipped the gown off and stood there
naked before Ryan and Joe. She had some traces of
years of taking care of her children, especially her
slightly soft stomach, but her legs were as fine as
her modelling heyday, her tits weren't anything as
saggy as some wags had said, and her pussy was
surprisingly plush with fur. Kathy almost asked if
they liked what they saw, before seeing the answer in
their crotches; Joe's had grown appreciably even
before she took her boys's cocks in her hands, but
Ryan's was even bigger.

"Oh I forgot - is there anything special you want?"
she asked softly as she began to stroke them. "Just
name it... I'm yours for the night."

"The next few hours, you mean," Joe sighed as Kathy's
right hand lightly moved along his cock. "You don't
get this from Kathy Ireland Worldwide."

"Just don't make it all a handjob," Ryan added. "I
don't want to lose it all at once..."

"One of my boyfriends wanted me to get with a friend
of his once," the model contined, enjoying the
contrast between Joe's clipped prick and Ryan's
foreskinned one. "I had to turn him down because I
don't like girls." Her hands worked on each one with
equal strength, and Kathy lightly rubbed the tips of
each cock, rolling back Ryan's tip a little. Still
stroking, she bent forward and gave it a little lick,
and Ryan "Mmmmm"'d.

"You like that?" He nodded. Still fondling Joe's cock,
Kathy sank to her knees and ran her tongue over Ryan's
young organ. Uncut... she loved the natural touch.
Kathy moved her tongue under and over the cock until
she had tasted the whole thing, never letting go of
Joe; his groans cut through what she was doing. Kathy
opened wide, and started to take Ryan's inches into
her mouth, swallowing the eager prick slowly as she
did. Down the prick poked into her throat, Kathy
sucking away as she played with the two guys; she
liked to pretend that she didn't know anything about
this, but her husband had found out she was lying. And
now so was Ryan; sooner than he had figured on it
happening, he found himself starting to drip into her.

Joe's prick was throbbing from Kathy's fingers as he
tried to figure out what was missing... she was Kathy
Ireland, she was here playing with him, she was
standing there (okay, crouching there) stark naked,
and this should have been the happiest day of his
life. So why wasn't he feeling like he was in Heaven?
There she was, deep-throating that boy like a pro -
that was it. She was doing him when she should be
doing Joe... no, that wasn't it; she was making his
cock start to drip cum as well, and she was actually
stroking him as she swallowed the other guy. And she
was even eyeing him with Ryan's cock in her mouth; a
look that said "You're next, stud."

Then Joe saw the wrinkles around her eyes. Wrinkles
that weren't there when he dreamt about pumping her
back in the 1980s. Kathy was 41 years old, those jugs
had fed more than one kid, and she wasn't getting any
younger. Joe took the cock in his own hand, all
stiffied up and eager to fire, and started to thrust
on it as he aimed at Kathy's long naked form - but in
his mind's eye he was working on that Sophia Bush from
"One Tree Hill."

Joe made a note to buy Ryan a whole load of drinks
afterwards - the kid had been right; young girls were
the best...

Ryan made a mental note to buy Joe a whole load of
drinks afterwards - he had been right; this
40-year-old was a hottie...

* * * * * * * * * *

"No rest for the weary whore," Elle said to herself as
she lay there limp while her newest customer ground
away furiously on top of her, furrowing through her
cunt and grunting "Urgh... urgh... urgh..." as he
clutched the woman's shoulders. He had told her to lie
back and enjoy it - Elle was lying back all right, and
as he pounded in and out of her she made all the right
sounds, but she wasn't feeling a damn thing. Part of
it was his fault, but mostly she was thinking about
her father being under her (wait a minute Ellie...
change that line of thought!) - thinking about her
father being above her (oh God, that was even WORSE!)
- thinking about her dad being here tonight (yeah,
that was it).

Elle groaned on cue as the incredible bulk on her
grabbed her tits and manhandled them, still sticking
his cock in and out of her in what he thought was a
great fuck. "Mmmmm... uuhhhhh..." Elle groaned,
getting ready to fake another orgasm as she hoped
whoever it was wasn't one of her own; there wasn't an
Aussie customer who hadn't wanted to stick his wick
inside her. Elle continued moaning under him, waiting
for the right moment to start to shout louder...

* * * * * * * * * *

Dennis could still smell Christie all over himself as
he walked through the hall, his mind on how she had
given him the best evening of his life. He was so glad
that Alexa had inherited her mother's legs, at least;
she was cute, but her mother was smoking. And at least
he was a step closer to that mother-daughter dream
he'd had...

"Did you have a good time?" Lisa asked as he stopped
by her desk to get the keys to his car.

"Oh yeah," Dennis replied, pretending not to notice
her pregnancy-swollen boobs. "It was wonderful."

"Glad you liked it," Lisa said as he winked and took
the keys, whistling as he walked outside. And saw his
girlfriend standing at the foot of the stairs; his
strangely resigned-looking girlfriend, with only her
eyes giving away how angry she was.

"I got tired of playing games. Who was she?" Alexa
asked calmly.

* * * * * * * * * *

BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM!

Christie didn't like being interrupted when she was
coming down after sex; it ruined her mood for the next
assignment. Safe in the knowledge that she wasn't
about to be rude to a customer (staff were fair game),
she shouted "GO AWAY!"

"MOM!!!" Alexa yelled, battering on the door all the
while. "OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!"

Christie rolled her sky-blue eyes, and got up to let
in her daughter. "Nice of you to drop by," she said
breezily as she opened the door, "but I get off in
about three hours; you could have - "

"This is THE LAST DAMN TIME I'M TAKING THIS SHIT!"
Alexa raged in the doorway.

"Alex, please. You're making a scene - "

"I'M making a scene?! YOU KEEP FUCKING MY BOYFRIENDS!"
Alexa looked as if she was about to burst into tears,
and was fighting the urge to punch her mother for
barging into her love life again. "How the hell can
you DO this, mom? I mean, do I go around and sleep
with your guys? And now you're making them PAY YOU as
well?! You're nice-looking for your age, okay, I
should be flattered that I might wind up looking like
you - "

"Don't flatter yourself," Christie said under her
breath.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?"

"Look, I didn't mean to do it," Christie told her
hastily. "It was his fault - "

"That's what you said last time, and the time before,
and the time before THAT, and the time before THAT!
It's always the guys' fault! And it's never your fault
that you keep coming over and flirting with them and
letting them check out your legs and seeing how you
look next to me... inviting them over to your place,
chatting to them and the next thing you know it's Mrs.
Robinson 'In Praise Of Older Women' time! And you
always have to go after MY guys! God, why can't you
just pick up male hookers like normal people?"

"You want the truth?" Christie asked. "I do it because
- I - LIKE it. And because I can."

"You... like it," Alexa repeated slowly. "You like
hurting me. No wonder Dad left you."

"I told you, I left him."

"Bite me, whore." Without stopping to wait for
Christie to demand she apologize, Alexa ran out of the
room and out of the building, leaving her mother to
shut the door... another happy reunion there.

Outside, Alexa finally let the tears come, hating
herself. Hating herself for having caved in and come
out from NYC to visit her mother. Hating herself for
having listened to the advice of a friend she had out
here and following her boyfriend. And hating herself
because she had let it happen again...

"Alexa?"

She wiped her face clean to see Dennis, still standing
there. "Look... it was my fault, not hers," he said,
fiddling with his hands and wishing he could be
anywhere but here right now. "I found out she was
going to be here, and... and, well, it's..."

"It's what?"

Dennis was on the verge of saying "Forget it" and
running away, but this was truth time. "It's that I
always wondered what it would be like to... to be with
both of you. And your mom... I... I thought she didn't
know..."

"Why do you think she was so happy when she saw you?
Because you're such a hunk?" Alexa snapped. "You're
cute, but you're not that cute... the only reason I'm
still talking to you is that it's not the first time
she did this. But it's the first time she's done it
there," she added, jerking a thumb back at Cindy Inc.
"I don't know what you and I are going to do... I
really don't know."

"Alexa, please... it was a one-time thing... she was
great, but she wasn't you..."

This wasn't the first time Alexa had heard them say it
was a mistake, but Dennis was the first one to admit
that it had been nice; the others had told her what
she wanted to hear. He had never lied to her, and he
wasn't about to start now; it would be a while before
Alexa could give him another chance, but she knew that
he'd get one. But not her mother.

"I need you to do me a favour," she said.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Too bad we can't take pictures," Keith said as he
kissed the fully dressed Cindy one last time.

"There's nothing like this with men though," Cindy
pointed out. "So Nancy's never going to sleep with
anyone she likes. What do you have to do for her to
make up for it?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he chuckled.
"I'd love to come back..."

"Bring Nancy along; we've got a special offer on
Thursdays for couples."

"I just might..."

Alone in her suite, Cindy fell back on her bed,
wishing she still had time for a quickie before she
had to go and see her guy. Maybe she could make a
quick appearance with Kathy's team... nah, no one
broke into another person's set. Not even her.
Besides, it wasn't like they were missing her...
still, there was another option.

Cindy Inc. was big enough to house two pools, one
indoor and one outside; Elle liked the one inside
better - it was always heated, and she didn't have to
worry about people buzzing the pool to get a look at
whoever was using it. She would have been slicing her
long body through the waters indoors to get herself
relaxed before her next client if she hadn't known her
dad was around the place; for all she knew he could
just be in the bar or still upstairs with Elisha or
Lindsay or whoever it was he had a thing for. Best to
stay out of the building until she was sure he was
gone.

Elle set her clothes by the diving board, enjoyed the
breeze for a moment and started to climb the ladder to
the top, as a buzz went off - Cindy wanted her. Elle
shook her head resignedly and slinked inside, hoping
she wouldn't pass Daddy any time soon. Even though she
wasn't passed by anybody significantly shorter and
owning far less hair (anybody shorter and with less
hair that she was related to, anyway), the need to be
careful still meant she kept Cindy waiting a little
longer than she meant to.

"I'm sorry I got held up," Elle said apologetically on
finally getting into Cindy's suite. "It's just my
dad's around here and..."

"Not a word," Cindy interrupted. "You're sending me a
place I don't want to go. Anyway, no time to talk...
I've got ten minutes before I've got to go and see
him, and I need to get relaxed at both ends." She
clasped Elle's hands and added "You get the job."

"The other guy didn't..."

"Strictly the back entrance."

Elle nodded, and opened the drawer under the mattress
where Cindy kept her collection of little helpers.
"Which one would you like... Brooke Burke? You always
like her, don't you? Or how about Charlize Theron or
Salma Hayek? Or Cate Blanchett?"

"Cate Blanchett?" Cindy repeated.

"Just kidding..."

"Mmmm... how about Jessica Biel?"

"But she's with - "

"Word is she's thinking of coming over here. And I
think Presley likes her..."

"Jessica Biel it is," Elle announced, brandishing one
of the next line of spe******ed tools - Cindy had each
one specially sculpted to resemble the body type of
the woman they were named after. "Head or feet?"

"Feet, please," Cindy sighed. "You can have the head."

Elle switched it on and felt the doll-dildo vibrating
in her hand as she placed the feet at Cindy's brunette
vagina. It felt like she was holding a tiny person -
except the doll was arguably more expressive than
Jessica. She moved the creation along Cindy's pussy
lips, making the boss "Mmmmm" with anticipation; The
Body then moved it up a little, hooking Cindy's clit
with one of the feet and letting it vibrate there.
Cindy was warming up from the buzz, tingling as she
waited for Elle to slide it in a little deeper.
Turning it, Elle began to slowly twist Jessica Biel
into Cindy, her legs heating up the supermodel's
snatch.

"Mmmmm...ooooh yeah..." Cindy groaned, soaking the
doll's lower half with her fluids. Jessica Biel was
now wedged inside Cindy up to her hips, and Elle was
still twisting the doll-dildo, grinding the replica of
Jessica's incredibly sweet behind within Cindy C's
equally fine cunt; Cindy was going from being fucked
in the ass to being fucked BY an ass. And not Dr. Phil
this time either.

Elle edged closer to the moaning, hyperventilating
woman, until her own pussy was touching the doll's
head; she rubbed herself against it. Wow - it felt so
much like the real thing... resting her hands on
Cindy's shoulders, Elle thrust herself forward,
plunging Jessica Biel's top half into her with a
"AAAAHHHHH!!!!" as she felt the doll's breasts moving
along her snatch. She began moving herself to and fro
along Jessica's upper half, her groans starting to
match Cindy's as the two women enjoyed the toy.
Watching Cindy's beautiful, blissful face, Elle knew
this made up for the whole Bridget thing.

"Cindy... you've still got five minutes..." Elle
breathed, moving her hands from Cindy's shoulders to
her breasts. Cindy's little gasps were all the reply
she got; Elle was fantastic, but as far as Cindy
Crawford was concerned, for the next few minutes it
was all about Jessica Biel's butt...

* * * * * * * * * *

As far as Ryan was concerned, sliding his sheathed
cock into Kathy Ireland was like sliding into the
purest velvet. He rode her in the centre of the room,
feeling her warm form next to him as he thrust in and
out of her, holding the underside of her left thigh as
she stood on one leg, grinding back and forth for him
as she felt Joe's mouth down below.

Joe had his hands on Kathy's cushions, rubbing and
squeezing them as he kissed each of her thighs; he
pulled each cheek apart and took a look at Kathy's
sphincter. Tight and winking at him, her starfish had
never been entered by man, and wouldn't be tonight
either. Ryan bet that Kate Beckinsale wouldn't have
been so... well... tight-assed. Ignoring the way her
bottom bobbed back and forth underneath the two
lovers, he craned his head up and...

Kathy's eyes shot wide open as she clutched Ryan, and
she almost lost her balance. "What's wrong?" Ryan
asked, his free hand rubbing one of her tits.

"Your friend..." she answered, between gasps as Ryan's
cock prodded ever deeper. "I'm not used to... someone
actually kissing me... you know... down there."

Joe kept lightly tonguing Kathy's anus; full on
fucking was out, but she never said anything about
mouths. Or fingers; pressing his middle finger against
her crotch, he rolled it around for a few seconds,
moistening it with her own wetness, then began to kiss
her spine as he moved up her back, the middle finger
pressing into her asshole. This way at least he
wouldn't come inside her there - her hole was tight,
but too bad her ass was a bit too soft and squashy for
his tastes. Not like that Jessica Biel at J-Lo's; now
there was a girl with a butt as firm as the day was
long (and she LOVED it in the ass as well). He licked
the side of her neck as he pushed his crotch against
her, and continued poking the finger into her butt, as
he went from Sophia to Jessica in his head...

Ryan's hand, meanwhile, cupped Kathy's other cheek as
he hungrily kissed her, his grinding getting faster
and harder. Nothing like a nice mature rump; nothing
bony about this woman, and all the better for it.
Ryan's gratitude to Kathy was building up like all the
cum in his cock, begging her not to go away, begging
her to give him his number so he could come by for
some more, forgetting about all the girls in this
year's "Sports Illustrated" swimsuit issue, wanting
just this veteran...

"KATHYYYYY!!!!!SHIITTTTTTT!!!!!OHGODKATHYY!!!!" Ryan
howled as he finally shot his cream into the sack,
half-hoping some of it would break through and leave
her something to remember him by. "JOE, YOU DON'T KNOW
WHAT YOU'RE MISSING...!"

Kathy slapped Ryan's butt playfully as she felt the
length start to pull out. "But thanks," she added. "If
he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to... he probably
had other ideas."

"Yeah," Joe agreed. "I did. Maybe next time..."

"Didn't Holly tell you? There won't be a next time."

"Aw, shit," Joe said, and succeeded in sounding like
he meant it. Inwardly, he was going over how much it
would cost for a three-way with Vanessa Carlton and
that girl Holly. Juicy little thing, and he loved
Aussie accents.

* * * * * * * * * *

With Cindy en route to her command performance, Elle
had hostess duties that night; she hadn't realised the
problem with this until after Cindy had left... but
then she figured that her dad had to be gone by now.
He wasn't one to hang around once his business was
done, she reflected as she headed out to start her
first round of flesh-pressing -

"Hey, Elle!"

"Oh hi, Bridget! You're still here? Can't resist, can
you?"

"Nah, just playing some of the games you got in the
lounge," the blonde beamed. "And I just wanted to say
thank you again."

"All in a night's work," said The Body.

"Trust me, showing me that I'm straight isn't just 'a
night's work,'" Bridget smiled, as Elle's face
registered a mixture of pleasure and shock at the man
who was just behind her customer. And who had
overheard what they were talking about. Their eyes met
for a moment as Bridget continued talking... father
and daughter had rumbled each other's little secret.

Elle would spend the rest of the evening hiding her
nervousness, unaware that her father would never bring
it up, not even in private - because he was unaware
that she would never know he had been upstairs with
Kathy Ireland.

* * * * * * * * * *

Alexa still loved Dennis, but she wasn't ready to
sleep with him; she was afraid that if she asked him
if he was thinking about her or her mother, he might
give her the wrong answer. But until she was ready, or
until she knew she could handle whatever answer he
might give her, she could use the way he was
feeling...

Christie Brinkley had a fair number of male friends,
some of whom she had strung along for a while. Some of
whom had even met her oldest daughter, in spite of
Alexa not being the apple of her eye (the whole
non-blonde, non-blue-eyed thing was a secret shame of
hers, which was why she hadn't been as open to being
seen with her as Cindy and her own daughter). The
first time Alexa Ray had met Andrew, she had thought
she'd noticed something in his eyes that went beyond
just friendliness.

"That was a wonderful dinner," Andrew said, as Alexa
sat down on the love seat next to him.

"Flattery'll get you... everywhere," she laughed as
she lightly kissed him. "Ready for dessert?"

"You read my mind," he smiled, thinking that his
instincts had been right, and traced a line down
Alexa's cheek. She wasn't as sunshiny-attractive as
her mom, but she was pretty in her own way. Andrew
wondered if giving great head was a Brinkley family
tradition... encouraged by her little kisses, he
started to move his hands down the young woman's
coltish body, and hesitated.

"Go on," Alexa said quietly. "I won't tell if you
won't."

He rested his hands on Alexa's firm young breasts,
knowing that she meant it, unaware of a figure
watching from several yards away. A figure with the
ever-popular telephoto lens snapping pictures that
would be dispatched later that day with a little note.
But not pictures for blackmailing him, oh no; Dennis's
pictures were going to Alexa's mother, with the note
saying "Two can play that game." Alexa had bought the
camera.

Among other things, they showed Andrew's delight in
seeing that it DID run in the family.

* * * * * * * * * *

"Take your time, we have all weekend," he said as
Cindy knelt before him, her body recovering from the
way he had felt her when she had arrived. He hadn't
attacked her, but the way he had felt her up after
only four or five minutes... and she had felt softer
"playful" slaps on the behind on the nights she was
being submissive to some of the rougher clients. Cindy
knew they'd be going into the pool later on, so at
least she'd get to cool her bruised butt.

"Can you get it all in?" he leered as she opened her
mouth.

Cindy Crawford knew better than to say "Ja, Mein
Gropenfuhrer."

* * * * * * * * * *

".three.two.one. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!"

Cindy and the other partygoers raised their glasses
and cheered as midnight finally hit the West Coast;
all the noisemakers inside Cindy Inc. went off as the
singing and arm-in-arm embracing started. With shining
faces and happy smiles, men partnered with women,
women partnered with women, some men even partnered
with men.

"Here's to a great 2005!" Cindy beamed, shouting above
all the happy singing. "And welcome back to the fold,"
she added, hugging Natalie Portman.

"You were right, CC," Natalie laughed, squeezing Cindy
in return. "I couldn't stay away."

"And when 'Revenge of the Sith' comes out we won't be
able to move for fanboys wanting some of that Amidala
snatch, right?" Jessica Alba giggled.

"Oh yeah. The fans," Natalie replied. "If I have to
put on those costumes one more time - "

"You'll get bigger tips," Cindy pointed out, as her
butt tingled. Not because of the way a frisky guest
was probing it, but because her cell phone was
vibrating. "Hang on, let me take this."

"Cindy! It's New Year's!"

"It could be family, come on." And Cindy made her way
through the sea of clothed flesh out of the main area
and through to her own secluded suite, the only room
that night that was off limits to the party guests,
the phone vibrating against her still-fine ass all the
while. Whoever it was, he or she was really patient.
"Hello?" she chirped when she was away from the noise
and could finally talk.

"Cindy Crawford?"

"Right first time. this is Cindy Inc., and how can I
help you?"

"FedEx delivers."

"On New Year's?" the brunette laughed as she started
to walk down to the front entrance. "You guys are
really dedicated."

"The sender was very insistent that this package
arrive around midnight tonight," the delivery man
said. "She said you'd love it. It would get 2005 off
to a great start."

She? Cindy wondered who it was - her mother? One of
her sisters? One of her friends? Former colleague?
Maybe even one of her own ladies? Cindy sped up the
pace, and somehow managed to move quickly through the
revelers to get to the front door before he froze.

"You wanna come in?" she asked the delivery man as she
signed for the package. "You could use something to
drink after having to work this late."

"That's very kind of you, but I've got a few other
things to drop off. sounds like fun though."

"No rest for the weary," Cindy said sympathetically.
"Here's a little something for your trouble though,"
she added, handing him a generous tip. "And thanks a
lot."

"Thank YOU, ma'am. And happy New Year."

"Same to you," she smiled. "Night."

With that out of the way, Cindy closed the door and
hefted the small FedEx package; a padded envelope
neatly addressed to her, with no indication of who it
was from. It had to be from one of her own - Cindy
smiled again as she tore open the envelope and pulled
out the contents, eager to end the suspense before she
returned to the party.

She stopped thinking of the party the moment she saw
what was inside. Cindy's mouth dropped open in shock,
and her face turned as pale as a ghost; she felt
herself about to collapse when she saw the sheet. It
was only a piece of paper, but on it was a picture of
a blonde woman with her rear to the camera, stark
naked from top to toe. There were only two words
written on the paper - "Miss me?", but Cindy Crawford
knew instantly who it was.

"Hey, Cindy - they sent me to see what was holding you
up." Jessica Simpson's cheer evaporated when she saw
the boss shaking. "Cindy? What's wrong?"

The supermodel held up the picture, her hand shaking,
and whispered "Madonna's back."