davesmistress
09-30-2008, 08:53 PM
Cindy Inc. - You Know For Kids 3
The continuing adventures of Cindy Crawford - supermodel, mother and celebrity bordello owner. The events in these stories are fictional and not intended to represent the actual behaviour of the women (and men) herein. Any comments, praise, complaints (and I realise that this particular one could have been better) requests for women to be included go on the message boards or to cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk
Elle Macpherson says "Previously on 'Cindy Inc'..."
As opening night of the London branch of Cindy Inc. arrives, Cindy - via Gwyneth Paltrow - has decided that it'll all be done in the name of Children In Need. She's also discovered that someone tricked them into thinking Elisha Cuthbert wasn't coming, and Elle is still unsure whether or not tonight'll be her final night. What they don't know is that Natalie Portman's stalker is planning to attend the opening, and even she doesn't know that he has a link to the 3AM Girls. Now read on...
* * * * * * * * * *
Leicester Square isn't a bad place to be in the early evening, especially if there's a big movie premiere. Tonight the crowds were milling near the building that used to house the Fashion Cafe. Tonight was the big night of Cindy Inc.'s London opening.
Paparazzi, fans, reporters, the whole lineup was waiting for the evening's ladies of the evening to make their entrances and pose for the big group photos.
Elle's limo arrived first, and she made sure to show a lot of leg as she stepped out, and beamed to the fans. "Come on, Arpie," she said quietly, "don't hold me back now."
Arpad successfully feigned a smile as he demonstrated to the world how much he didn't mind what was going on, and Elle became the first to go on a walkabout to the crowd, most of whom couldn't afford to go in there but who liked being near her. And the other celebs who were arriving...
"I'm wondering if this was such a good idea," Amanda Holden said to her companions. "They already think I'm a homewrecker, and now this..."
"You signed on the dotted line," Nicole Kidman reminded her. "You can't pull out now."
"Although the guy you get tonight might," Linsey Dawn McKenzie cackled, checking to make sure there weren't any parts of her cleavage that were invisible.
"Why couldn't Cindy have gotten Nell McAndrew instead?" they thought. At least they might have had some peace. Then they had no time to think anything else, because they were on...
One by one they showed up, and paraded, until finally the last car came up. Cindy was deeply relieved that her passengers were there; Natalie Portman was looking perturbed, Elisha Cuthbert was looking excited (this was her first premiere on foreign soil) and Cameron Diaz was looking for Tic-Tacs to freshen her breath - if she was going to be blowing some guys tonight she didn't want her mouth to be sour before the event. Surveying her ladies, Cindy nodded. Everything was going to be great.
* * * * * * * * * *
The evening's entertainment included a fashion show, in which Elle Macpherson Intimates would be displayed by live models. One of said live models was Cat Deeley, rescued from Saturday night light entertainment hell and strutting her stuff in lingerie for the drooling audience. Part of the show was an auction (all proceeds to Children In Need, of course) for her time, and the other ladies, after the draw to see who'd get to go with her for free - as with the business with Britney, the names had been drawn out of a hat.
The other participants - Sophie Anderton, Kelli Young, Lisa Snowdon, an immensely agreeable Cameron, and finally Elle and Cindy in a pairing - would soon follow. But some of the women were already busy upstairs. Like the man who had bagged Linsey Dawn, and was merrily jerking away between her mammoth jugs. Or the one who, more in line with our story, was pumping away inside Amanda Holden.
As far as he was concerned, her love life and dubious acting choices ("Celeb," anyone?) didn't bother him a lot. Amanda was no stranger to doing love scenes with men, and she just lay back and enjoyed him rubbing himself against her. He had paid good money for the experience, and was determined to get his money's worth, and who was she to turn him down?
He jacked back and forth on top of her, slapping her wherever he could reach. Her body was stinging; it would be sore by the end of the night. And he was going in and out of her so fast and rough, Amanda felt like she was being pulled to and fro in a hurricane. She wasn't sure she could feel anything anymore, but she made all the right noises and coos, returning all his kisses and grabs.
"Oh, fuck me please... I don't want to stop this..." he mumbled. "Oh man... ohhhhhHAHHHHHNATALIEEEEE!!!!"
The enthusiasm dimmed from Amanda's eyes as she felt him really throw himself into it for the first time. She felt around under the bed for the buzzer, and pressed it again and again as he unloaded into her.
* * * * * * * * * *
As Cameron swayed down the runway to cheers and applause, Cindy faced down an upset Amanda backstage.
"He called you Natalie?"
"I think that guy's a loony!" Amanda insisted. "I thought you came here specifically because you wanted to shag a celeb, but changing one for another in your head? What kind of thing is that?"
"Okay, you're upset, but is that any reason to crack up? Maybe he's just married to someone called Natalie and he really loves her..."
"Natalie?" interrupted a pale-looking Natalie Portman. "Oh my dear Lord... he's HERE?"
Cindy and Amanda both looked at the actress. She knew it was time to level with the boss.
* * * * * * * * * * *
There may have been a lot of parties like S Club parties, but there was no five-way like an S Club fiveway.
The lucky punter couldn't be seen under the mass of writhing women; Jo was helping himself to his cock, while Tina was merrily sitting on his face. Eagerly fondling the latter's rock-hard stomach while feasting on what was between her legs, he could feel Rachel and Hannah kissing either side of him while touching their bandmates. Soon the latter two would be exploring themselves for his benefit, but for the moment Rachel settled for licking his right side, while Hannah gently squeezed and kissed his left.
Jo drew her blonde head back from the man's prick and snapped her fingers. The S Club ladies switched round, and now it was Hannah's turn to swallow him; he nipped Tina's left thigh as she got off his face and Rachel climbed aboard. He was getting excited; he had been fellated by all four girls now, and he finally had his favourite on his face now. "Like it?" she laughed as he smelt her snatch.
He replied by grabbing Rachel's soft bum and pulling her even closer; he wanted to munch on Miss Stevens for as long as possible, but he could feel himself about to come inside Hannah's hungry mouth. The S Clubbers weren't the greatest singers, but they - especially plump-assed Jo and gamine Hannah - made up for it with the way they gave head... and now with hot little Rachel's musky cunt on his mouth...
The cries he gave as he came almost at once were ignored by Tina, who was kneeling behind Jo. Her bottom was the biggest of the four, but that suited Miss Barrett - she liked having a lot of round rump to play with, and she was enjoying moulding Jo's buns while repeatedly kissing the little hole between them. Jo started playing with her chest in excitement as she studied the other two members; mouth dripping with the customer's come, Hannah snogged Rachel and held her as she shook, enjoying her own orgasm from the customer's mouth.
The walls of Cindy Inc.'s London branch weren't that thick; all the occupants of the room next to it heard the screaming and begging for more. "They'll be at it all night," Cindy laughed, as she and Amanda turned to Natalie. "But back to business..."
Natalie told them the whole story. When she was finished, they weren't in the mood for smiling.
"Why didn't you come to us with this before?" Cindy asked.
"I couldn't," Natalie said quietly. "I was afraid."
"Come on," Cindy said. "We're going to see if he's still here..."
"But what if he - "
"He won't," Amanda assured him. "They don't say 'Hell hath no fury like a MAN scorned.'"
* * * * * * * * * *
Amanda was right; he wasn't angry yet. Or at least, he wasn't with Natalie. It was the 3AM Girls he wanted a go at. He was beginning to think that this had been a bad idea.
While he'd been keeping tabs on Natalie, he had helped the gossip writers out by finding out a few choice details about a customer both Cindy Inc. and J-Lo's had had - a very famous British customer - and had handed the story to them on a platter. The result had been embarrassing to Lopez, which was how he liked it (it wasn't Jennifer L who had his darling Natalie, after all), but Cindy had also been upset, which hadn't been his plan. It had all blown over, but the ladies hadn't forgotten, and had given him a lot of help in getting him to the London launch.
But now he was wondering if he shouldn't have just stopped. And not only because now that the journos were offlimits, they were more determined than ever to show Cindy who was boss. Which was why they had given him a present for the ladies. One he really didn't want to give them; but he knew that if he didn't, they would blow his cover wide open.
He made his way down to the fashion show; that would be the ideal time.
* * * * * * * * * *
Lisa Snowdon strutted offstage, as the final two models took her place. Side by side, Cindy Crawford and Elle Macpherson showed that even though they were the oldest supermodels in town (at 37 and nearly 40 respectively), they still had it and then some. They never stopped loving this; heading down the walk, showing off their full, fabulous bodies and playing up to the cameras. (Even though Lisa had worn less than either of them, it wouldn't be her splashed all over the tabloids the following morning. Much to her chagrin.)
"Do you see him, Nat?" Cindy said through her smile.
"Yes," Natalie answered through her own hidden microphone. "He's standing next to the guy in the Justin Timberlake shirt."
"Which one? There's three of them that I can see."
"The one staring at Elle's ass."
Cindy ignored this blow to her vanity in favour of discreetly signalling the guards.
* * * * * * * * * *
Surprisingly, when the two finally met face to face there was no loud physical confrontation; just Natalie and the man staring at each other. She couldn't believe that he had been the one to cause her so much trouble.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I love you," he replied.
"You LOVE her?! You FREAK!"
"Sssh, Amanda," Cindy told her.
"I couldn't even do what they asked me to do," he continued, handing her the bag. "They wanted me to let these things off all over the building and ruin the night, and then just disappear."
"And they would be...?" Cindy asked, even though she knew the answer. And as soon as he confirmed it, the wheels were set for several other papers to carry something that would put a massive spoke in the wheels of the 3 AM Girls.
But that wouldn't save him from being arrested.
* * * * * * * * * *
The show was finished, and the draws were being made; masses of free fuckings were being enjoyed.
Downstairs, Elle Macpherson was finally bringing one of the great Australian double teams to life, by straddling the almost-as-tall Nicole Kidman. Both were on a love seat, Elle tweaking Nicole's nipples and kissing her endlessly, as the redhead loudly proclaimed to all and sundry that The Body was infinitely better in bed than her famous ex. The men watching them waited for Rachel to announce who had the ticket that would allow one of them to join in.
Arpad was watching as closely as the rest; he had secretly bought a ticket. He could tell that Elle loved this - it wasn't just a job, it was a way of life. As his partner's head bobbed down Nicole's body, he found himself hoping and praying that he would have the winning ticket.
Gwyneth Paltrow was also looking as happy as the mysterious Larry; her arms had been greased all the way up to the elbow, and said arms were obscured to the view of the customers, hidden as they were by Elisha Cuthbert's ass on the left and Cameron Diaz's on the right. Gwyneth was also, in turn, being cored by as many men as she could handle - she had declared that the price Cindy Inc. usually charged for this would, instead, be donated by the place to CIN and multiplied by however many Brits she could accommodate.
As the blonde Oscar-winner slid her arms in and out of her colleague's rumps, she and everyone else felt this was a win/win situation. The boss would be in heaven. Upstairs, however, Cindy's mind was on other things...
"You're sure about this?" she asked.
Natalie nodded. "I know you can get fans like that in any job, but it's even creepier when it's here... I can't come back here and not think about him."
"I'm really sorry to have to lose you," Cindy said, "but you can always come back."
"Thanks, but I don't think I will," Natalie replied, and left Cindy's office. Cindy half-smiled to herself as she got up. At least she hadn't said she was going to Jennifer Lopez's place. But...
"She'll be back," she said quietly. "Sooner or later, they always come back."
* * * * * * * * * *
With the successful launch of the London branch and the end of the 3AM Girls behind her, Cindy Crawford thought that it had all been a very good trip all told. Okay, she had lost Natalie Portman, but she had gained some more people. All the better for one forthcoming client.
And best of all, Laetitia Casta had arrived in Malibu the same day Cindy got back, in order to take up her week's residency at Cindy Inc.; she had time before shooting started on her next movie. Cindy murmured to herself happily as she lay in her palatial bed on site, and thought about the previous night. He had paid a lot to have the two of them together, and she and Laetitia had done their best to give satisfaction.
And there he was, lying there between the two of them. Cindy studied him, absolutely worn out, and craned over to see the faces of the man and Laetitia. The French model/actress looked heavenly asleep, slow steady breathing as she slumbered, heavy chest rising and falling rhythmically...
It suddenly occurred to Cindy that the man wasn't breathing.
The continuing adventures of Cindy Crawford - supermodel, mother and celebrity bordello owner. The events in these stories are fictional and not intended to represent the actual behaviour of the women (and men) herein. Any comments, praise, complaints (and I realise that this particular one could have been better) requests for women to be included go on the message boards or to cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk
Elle Macpherson says "Previously on 'Cindy Inc'..."
As opening night of the London branch of Cindy Inc. arrives, Cindy - via Gwyneth Paltrow - has decided that it'll all be done in the name of Children In Need. She's also discovered that someone tricked them into thinking Elisha Cuthbert wasn't coming, and Elle is still unsure whether or not tonight'll be her final night. What they don't know is that Natalie Portman's stalker is planning to attend the opening, and even she doesn't know that he has a link to the 3AM Girls. Now read on...
* * * * * * * * * *
Leicester Square isn't a bad place to be in the early evening, especially if there's a big movie premiere. Tonight the crowds were milling near the building that used to house the Fashion Cafe. Tonight was the big night of Cindy Inc.'s London opening.
Paparazzi, fans, reporters, the whole lineup was waiting for the evening's ladies of the evening to make their entrances and pose for the big group photos.
Elle's limo arrived first, and she made sure to show a lot of leg as she stepped out, and beamed to the fans. "Come on, Arpie," she said quietly, "don't hold me back now."
Arpad successfully feigned a smile as he demonstrated to the world how much he didn't mind what was going on, and Elle became the first to go on a walkabout to the crowd, most of whom couldn't afford to go in there but who liked being near her. And the other celebs who were arriving...
"I'm wondering if this was such a good idea," Amanda Holden said to her companions. "They already think I'm a homewrecker, and now this..."
"You signed on the dotted line," Nicole Kidman reminded her. "You can't pull out now."
"Although the guy you get tonight might," Linsey Dawn McKenzie cackled, checking to make sure there weren't any parts of her cleavage that were invisible.
"Why couldn't Cindy have gotten Nell McAndrew instead?" they thought. At least they might have had some peace. Then they had no time to think anything else, because they were on...
One by one they showed up, and paraded, until finally the last car came up. Cindy was deeply relieved that her passengers were there; Natalie Portman was looking perturbed, Elisha Cuthbert was looking excited (this was her first premiere on foreign soil) and Cameron Diaz was looking for Tic-Tacs to freshen her breath - if she was going to be blowing some guys tonight she didn't want her mouth to be sour before the event. Surveying her ladies, Cindy nodded. Everything was going to be great.
* * * * * * * * * *
The evening's entertainment included a fashion show, in which Elle Macpherson Intimates would be displayed by live models. One of said live models was Cat Deeley, rescued from Saturday night light entertainment hell and strutting her stuff in lingerie for the drooling audience. Part of the show was an auction (all proceeds to Children In Need, of course) for her time, and the other ladies, after the draw to see who'd get to go with her for free - as with the business with Britney, the names had been drawn out of a hat.
The other participants - Sophie Anderton, Kelli Young, Lisa Snowdon, an immensely agreeable Cameron, and finally Elle and Cindy in a pairing - would soon follow. But some of the women were already busy upstairs. Like the man who had bagged Linsey Dawn, and was merrily jerking away between her mammoth jugs. Or the one who, more in line with our story, was pumping away inside Amanda Holden.
As far as he was concerned, her love life and dubious acting choices ("Celeb," anyone?) didn't bother him a lot. Amanda was no stranger to doing love scenes with men, and she just lay back and enjoyed him rubbing himself against her. He had paid good money for the experience, and was determined to get his money's worth, and who was she to turn him down?
He jacked back and forth on top of her, slapping her wherever he could reach. Her body was stinging; it would be sore by the end of the night. And he was going in and out of her so fast and rough, Amanda felt like she was being pulled to and fro in a hurricane. She wasn't sure she could feel anything anymore, but she made all the right noises and coos, returning all his kisses and grabs.
"Oh, fuck me please... I don't want to stop this..." he mumbled. "Oh man... ohhhhhHAHHHHHNATALIEEEEE!!!!"
The enthusiasm dimmed from Amanda's eyes as she felt him really throw himself into it for the first time. She felt around under the bed for the buzzer, and pressed it again and again as he unloaded into her.
* * * * * * * * * *
As Cameron swayed down the runway to cheers and applause, Cindy faced down an upset Amanda backstage.
"He called you Natalie?"
"I think that guy's a loony!" Amanda insisted. "I thought you came here specifically because you wanted to shag a celeb, but changing one for another in your head? What kind of thing is that?"
"Okay, you're upset, but is that any reason to crack up? Maybe he's just married to someone called Natalie and he really loves her..."
"Natalie?" interrupted a pale-looking Natalie Portman. "Oh my dear Lord... he's HERE?"
Cindy and Amanda both looked at the actress. She knew it was time to level with the boss.
* * * * * * * * * * *
There may have been a lot of parties like S Club parties, but there was no five-way like an S Club fiveway.
The lucky punter couldn't be seen under the mass of writhing women; Jo was helping himself to his cock, while Tina was merrily sitting on his face. Eagerly fondling the latter's rock-hard stomach while feasting on what was between her legs, he could feel Rachel and Hannah kissing either side of him while touching their bandmates. Soon the latter two would be exploring themselves for his benefit, but for the moment Rachel settled for licking his right side, while Hannah gently squeezed and kissed his left.
Jo drew her blonde head back from the man's prick and snapped her fingers. The S Club ladies switched round, and now it was Hannah's turn to swallow him; he nipped Tina's left thigh as she got off his face and Rachel climbed aboard. He was getting excited; he had been fellated by all four girls now, and he finally had his favourite on his face now. "Like it?" she laughed as he smelt her snatch.
He replied by grabbing Rachel's soft bum and pulling her even closer; he wanted to munch on Miss Stevens for as long as possible, but he could feel himself about to come inside Hannah's hungry mouth. The S Clubbers weren't the greatest singers, but they - especially plump-assed Jo and gamine Hannah - made up for it with the way they gave head... and now with hot little Rachel's musky cunt on his mouth...
The cries he gave as he came almost at once were ignored by Tina, who was kneeling behind Jo. Her bottom was the biggest of the four, but that suited Miss Barrett - she liked having a lot of round rump to play with, and she was enjoying moulding Jo's buns while repeatedly kissing the little hole between them. Jo started playing with her chest in excitement as she studied the other two members; mouth dripping with the customer's come, Hannah snogged Rachel and held her as she shook, enjoying her own orgasm from the customer's mouth.
The walls of Cindy Inc.'s London branch weren't that thick; all the occupants of the room next to it heard the screaming and begging for more. "They'll be at it all night," Cindy laughed, as she and Amanda turned to Natalie. "But back to business..."
Natalie told them the whole story. When she was finished, they weren't in the mood for smiling.
"Why didn't you come to us with this before?" Cindy asked.
"I couldn't," Natalie said quietly. "I was afraid."
"Come on," Cindy said. "We're going to see if he's still here..."
"But what if he - "
"He won't," Amanda assured him. "They don't say 'Hell hath no fury like a MAN scorned.'"
* * * * * * * * * *
Amanda was right; he wasn't angry yet. Or at least, he wasn't with Natalie. It was the 3AM Girls he wanted a go at. He was beginning to think that this had been a bad idea.
While he'd been keeping tabs on Natalie, he had helped the gossip writers out by finding out a few choice details about a customer both Cindy Inc. and J-Lo's had had - a very famous British customer - and had handed the story to them on a platter. The result had been embarrassing to Lopez, which was how he liked it (it wasn't Jennifer L who had his darling Natalie, after all), but Cindy had also been upset, which hadn't been his plan. It had all blown over, but the ladies hadn't forgotten, and had given him a lot of help in getting him to the London launch.
But now he was wondering if he shouldn't have just stopped. And not only because now that the journos were offlimits, they were more determined than ever to show Cindy who was boss. Which was why they had given him a present for the ladies. One he really didn't want to give them; but he knew that if he didn't, they would blow his cover wide open.
He made his way down to the fashion show; that would be the ideal time.
* * * * * * * * * *
Lisa Snowdon strutted offstage, as the final two models took her place. Side by side, Cindy Crawford and Elle Macpherson showed that even though they were the oldest supermodels in town (at 37 and nearly 40 respectively), they still had it and then some. They never stopped loving this; heading down the walk, showing off their full, fabulous bodies and playing up to the cameras. (Even though Lisa had worn less than either of them, it wouldn't be her splashed all over the tabloids the following morning. Much to her chagrin.)
"Do you see him, Nat?" Cindy said through her smile.
"Yes," Natalie answered through her own hidden microphone. "He's standing next to the guy in the Justin Timberlake shirt."
"Which one? There's three of them that I can see."
"The one staring at Elle's ass."
Cindy ignored this blow to her vanity in favour of discreetly signalling the guards.
* * * * * * * * * *
Surprisingly, when the two finally met face to face there was no loud physical confrontation; just Natalie and the man staring at each other. She couldn't believe that he had been the one to cause her so much trouble.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because I love you," he replied.
"You LOVE her?! You FREAK!"
"Sssh, Amanda," Cindy told her.
"I couldn't even do what they asked me to do," he continued, handing her the bag. "They wanted me to let these things off all over the building and ruin the night, and then just disappear."
"And they would be...?" Cindy asked, even though she knew the answer. And as soon as he confirmed it, the wheels were set for several other papers to carry something that would put a massive spoke in the wheels of the 3 AM Girls.
But that wouldn't save him from being arrested.
* * * * * * * * * *
The show was finished, and the draws were being made; masses of free fuckings were being enjoyed.
Downstairs, Elle Macpherson was finally bringing one of the great Australian double teams to life, by straddling the almost-as-tall Nicole Kidman. Both were on a love seat, Elle tweaking Nicole's nipples and kissing her endlessly, as the redhead loudly proclaimed to all and sundry that The Body was infinitely better in bed than her famous ex. The men watching them waited for Rachel to announce who had the ticket that would allow one of them to join in.
Arpad was watching as closely as the rest; he had secretly bought a ticket. He could tell that Elle loved this - it wasn't just a job, it was a way of life. As his partner's head bobbed down Nicole's body, he found himself hoping and praying that he would have the winning ticket.
Gwyneth Paltrow was also looking as happy as the mysterious Larry; her arms had been greased all the way up to the elbow, and said arms were obscured to the view of the customers, hidden as they were by Elisha Cuthbert's ass on the left and Cameron Diaz's on the right. Gwyneth was also, in turn, being cored by as many men as she could handle - she had declared that the price Cindy Inc. usually charged for this would, instead, be donated by the place to CIN and multiplied by however many Brits she could accommodate.
As the blonde Oscar-winner slid her arms in and out of her colleague's rumps, she and everyone else felt this was a win/win situation. The boss would be in heaven. Upstairs, however, Cindy's mind was on other things...
"You're sure about this?" she asked.
Natalie nodded. "I know you can get fans like that in any job, but it's even creepier when it's here... I can't come back here and not think about him."
"I'm really sorry to have to lose you," Cindy said, "but you can always come back."
"Thanks, but I don't think I will," Natalie replied, and left Cindy's office. Cindy half-smiled to herself as she got up. At least she hadn't said she was going to Jennifer Lopez's place. But...
"She'll be back," she said quietly. "Sooner or later, they always come back."
* * * * * * * * * *
With the successful launch of the London branch and the end of the 3AM Girls behind her, Cindy Crawford thought that it had all been a very good trip all told. Okay, she had lost Natalie Portman, but she had gained some more people. All the better for one forthcoming client.
And best of all, Laetitia Casta had arrived in Malibu the same day Cindy got back, in order to take up her week's residency at Cindy Inc.; she had time before shooting started on her next movie. Cindy murmured to herself happily as she lay in her palatial bed on site, and thought about the previous night. He had paid a lot to have the two of them together, and she and Laetitia had done their best to give satisfaction.
And there he was, lying there between the two of them. Cindy studied him, absolutely worn out, and craned over to see the faces of the man and Laetitia. The French model/actress looked heavenly asleep, slow steady breathing as she slumbered, heavy chest rising and falling rhythmically...
It suddenly occurred to Cindy that the man wasn't breathing.