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10-26-2007, 05:35 PM
The continuing adventures of Cindy Crawford - supermodel, mother and celebrity bordello owner. These events are entirely fictional, not meant for under-18s and are not meant to represent the actual conduct of the people herein. All comments on the CSSA message boards or to cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk.
Previously on "Cindy Inc.": The drug that Madonna and her cohorts have used to turn Cindy Crawford's women into their playthings has the drawback that too many doses wipes out the effect. That's the good news. The bad news is that la Crawford and Jennifer Lopez find out Kelly Brook intends to expose them as "running" an illegal prostitution ring on Barbados while also showing a specially doctored sex tape. The even worse news is that Jessica Alba and Mariah Carey, who are now immune to the drug, are... well, read on.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Oh Jesus, oh baby come on..." Jessica begged Mariah, almost unconscious from her bullet wound. "Stay with me, Mariah... come on, you can do it..."
Holding the bleeding chanteuse close to her, Jessica kicked out for shore. It wasn't much of a shot, and Mariah was bigger and heavier than she was, but it was their only chance. "You're not a quitter, Mariah," she continued. "You are not going to die this way. We are going to make it... I mean, look at today! It's a lovely day - you want to hang around to see all of it, don't you? You've probably got some friends on shore you wanna see, right?"
"....jon...."
Jessica's heart leapt a bit. Mariah was hanging on.
"Okay, tell me about him... keep talking... I'm not going to leave you..."
Inwardly she hoped she could make it. She was a strong swimmer, but it was a LONG way to shore...
* * * * * * * * * *
Christina Aguilera strutted into Madonna's boudoir, the smile of someone who had just done a good job on her face.
"What are YOU so happy about?" Madonna grumbled.
"They've been dumped. They can't take pain so they decided to jump overboard instead."
Madonna visibly brightened. "And did you give them a little... help?"
"Oh yeah," Christina told her. "Just as you said."
"Excellent," Madonna said. "I'm glad I can trust someone here. Come here."
Christina practically lived for this moment; ever sicne that night after the Grammys when she had accepted that invite to Madonna's house, her world had never been the same. She let herself fall into Maddie's comforting arms and waited for her kisses to start - for all the fantasies people had about her banging Britney, it was Madonna who really made her happy in bed. "You're a good girl, Aguilera," Mrs. Ritchie said quietly, as each woman helped the other undress. "You're learning well."
"I've got a good teacher," Christina replied, as she studied the older woman's form. "When are we going to do our duet?"
"After this business is done," Madonna assured her, stroking her lover's tender young body. "It'll be one for the history books."
Madonna dug her fingers into Christina's taut little bottom; her lover winced slightly (the nails were sharp!), but was too busy fondling Maddie's breasts to really care. The two blondes slowly kissed, and Christina sank onto the plush carpeting, with Madonna pressing on top of her. Christina enjoyed caressing Mrs. Ritchie; her body was always in good condition, and contrary to what she told the press she DID enjoy a good spanking.
Christina began to pound Madonna's rock-hard ass. She was experienced in making a bottom glow red hot, and Madonna kissed Miss Aguilera's shoulders and tits rapidly while enjoying the pain of the slapping. When she could feel the warmth coming off, Chrissy stopped. "Turn around and let me kiss it better," she told her.
"Not this time," Madonna replied. "I like your juicy little body too much to want it behind me." And she began to nuzzle Christina's body, counting the seconds until her lovely little Hispanic cunt was in her mouth. Madonna liked them young, and she loved them willing; one of the many reasons she secretly preferred Christina was that, unlike those silly little twits Britney and Holly Valance, she hadn't responded to requests for sex with horror. They only pretended to be sluts - Christina was the real thing.
Madonna slowly rubbed her head against Christina's pussy; she murmured low and happily. "Don't make me wait, Maddie," the diva begged, and soon found Miss Ciccone's experienced tongue licking and dabbing around her crotch. Christina's lean legs kicked around and upwards with delight; she loved giving and getting head, and Madonna was almost as good at it as Justin Timberlake.
Madonna smelt the musky aroma Christina Aguilera always gave off whenever she came; she liked Chrissy's cunt, but she wasn't through yet. Not by a long shot. She moved back up Christina after one last smell, teasing her with her body, and positioned her snatch on the young singer's face. Christina wasted no time in tasting Madonna's pussy and fondling the veteran's stomach. So hard - you'd never think she'd had two kids. She munched and licked Miss Ciccone's cunt and explored the rest of her body as if she hadn't already done so a thousand times before. Christina worshipped the woman, and thought she could happily fuck Madonna all day.
Maddie murmured her approval as she found Christina's breasts behind her, fondling them without turning around. She tried to keep herself from coming, but Christina's long experience of going down on fellow pop singers (of both sexes) was rapidly bearing fruit. "STOP... DOING THAT AGUILERAAAA!!!" she cried, as she felt her own self give in. Miss Aguilera rolled Madonna's clit around one last time with a satisfied sigh, as her mistress got off her face.
"Go and get it," Madonna instructed.
Christina knew what "it" was, and bounded up, enjoying the slap Madonna landed on her bottom. Maddie watched the diminutive singer pad off to retrieve the strap-on, her eyes lingering on Christina's tiny tush.
* * * * * * * * * *
"...so when we were coming here, Jessica tried to get the stuff into me, but I managed to inject her instead," Jennifer Love Hewitt finished. She had filled in Kelly Rowland and Halle Berry on what she'd been up to, and they had told her what had happened up till then - Halle with an added layer of guilt, since she remembered having to beat up Brooke Burke and go down on her at that bastard Kenrick's request. But as JLH assured her, it hadn't been her fault.
Kelly Rowland was also disturbed at how she had let that guy Ryan fuck her all the time... "And you're saying it was all Madonna's fault?" she raged. "When I see that lady I'll -- "
"One thing at a time, Kel," Halle told her. "First off, we need to get out of here and work on the other ladies."
"Yeah, take back the ship!'Under Siege 3'! Except that we act better than Steven Seagal," JLH added.
"And we're not as fat," Kelly laughed. "When Ryan gets back, we -- "
It wasn't Kelly Rowland's day for finishing sentences; the door opened, and Ryan was standing right there. He wasn't saying anything, just standing right there, looking odd. "Hey Ryan," Kelly huffed, "we were just talking about you."
"Kenrick... knows..." and that was all the young man had time to say before falling forward, a spreading red smear on his back. The horrified women grabbed him, knowing there was nothing they could do to save him but wanting to give him some comfort in the last moments of his life. Ryan looked up at Kelly Rowland, intense regret in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Kelly... I do like you a lot, but they said I could have any one of you I wanted if I agreed... I really wanted to be with you... when one of the folks visited you at Cindy's place they gave you the orders to let me take you... I knew that the drug had that effect so I made you put Hewitt back to normal..."
"God, I don't know what to say..." Kelly told him, shaken.
"Don't say anything - just hold me... the keys there are for all the cells. Take them... and anything else you need..." Ryan embraced Kelly, and enjoyed the feel of her body one last time. He left the world a happy man.
When he was still, Kelly slowly let his body rest, and took the keys. Halle picked up his weapon, and Jennifer Love Hewitt closed his eyes. "If he set up this case, we're going to finish his job," she said. "Come on, Kelly - we can't stay here."
Kelly gave Ryan's corpse a final look as the three left the cell.
* * * * * * * * *
"Oh yeaaahhh... I'm your basic average girl/And I'm here to save the world/You can't stop me 'cause I'm Kim Po-ssi-ble..."
Christina Milian didn't mind having sex while her records were playing, but having to listen to this particular one while being trussed up in a hallway was pushing it (granted Uncle Walt hadn't been simon-pure in real life, but even he would have drawn the line at this). But the customer was always right.
"I like to do this when I'm with a singer - play something by them while I'm fucking them," the man grunted as he tightened Christina's straps.
"Why does it sound so fuzzy?"
"Because I had to tape it with my radio next to the TV set."
Christina nodded; she knew what that was like.
"Are you ready?"
"Oh yeah," she agreed. "I know what I need."
"And you'll get it," the man chuckled, dipping the end of the whip into the bucket of sea water - the salt made the wounds hurt all the more. "What's your name?"
"Christina Milian!"
"And you've been a bad girl, haven't you?"
"Yes!" she cried, waiting for the lash to do its work on her bare back. It would hurt, but she deserved it.
"Twenty lashes for even DARING to spit it out! And more if you shout..."
He gave the lash another swirling around in the sea water, flung it back behind him, studied Christina's back, and paused to relish the moment when her skin would erupt with red weals. She would be even better to fuck afterwards... he brought the whip forward and grunted again.
It was STUCK?!
"Didn't your mother teach you to play nice?" chided Jennifer Love Hewitt, who had the business end of the whip and was holding it hard - almost pulling. Silently, she and the others had crept up behind him. The man's joy at seeing four hot pieces of ass instead of one soon changed to anger.
"Let the cord go, bitch."
"Whatever you say," JLH cooed, and let the cord go. The sudden loss of force in the other direction caused the man to lose balance and crash onto the deck, letting the handle go. In an instant, Halle and Kelly Rowland were on him, the former grabbing the whip. Kelly forced him onto his front, tore his shirt open to display the pale flesh, and held his furious head down.
"So you like whipping black girls, huh? How about a bit of payback? Let him have it, Halle."
Halle brought the whip back, listening to the man's blubbering and begging and brought it down...but snapped back at the last second, letting it just lightly graze his skin. "You're lucky she wasn't hurt when we got here," she told him grimly.
Jennifer untied Christina's straps, despite her protests - "We weren't finished - the customer's always right..."
"Shhh," JLH interrupted, and kissed Miss Milian.
A few seconds later, Christina was lost and then found. And then there were two...
* * * * * * * * * *
Danni was leading Cindy and J-Lo through the yacht, guiding them towards the lifeboats. The two madames would have to row back to shore, but it was a calm day; they might be lucky. Cindy had suggested that she join them, but Danni had told them it would be suspicious if she vanished at the same time they did. Besides, she would be better placed to help them on board.
Not far to go now...
* * * * * * * * * *
Jennifer Garner, meanwhile, was slumbering. She had been compelled to orally service all the men there who had had to go without after Madonna broke up the meeting; she had done it, and liked doing it, but giving 47 blowjobs in a row really took it out of a woman. And the taste of all those penises did no favours for her breath.
Kelly Rowland studied Jenny G. She was really a bit too tall for her tastes, but it was only a brief little thing. She bent over the woman and gave her a kiss.
"How many of those things did you suck, girl?" Kelly winced, as she left.
Shortly afterwards, Jennifer stirred into wakefulness. And now there was only Anastacia.
* * * * * * * * * *
Kelly Brook was wide awake, and getting her things together. She had been given the all-clear from the hospital, and she couldn't wait to get back to Jason. He'd be coming to pick her up in about an hour; all she had to do now was get ready for the speech, and...
"Bet you can't wait to get out of here," said one of the nurses.
"You'd win," Kelly B said happily as she zipped her bag. "But I've gotten great care here."
"We're glad you liked it. Just doing our job. Let's hope those two hussies don't try to ruin it for you."
"What two hussies?" Kelly asked.
"Haven't you seen today's paper? Two of that Crawford woman's whores are going to talk to the press soon about their side of what happened."
Kelly's brow furrowed. Vergara and Tyler could well ruin everything...
Which was precisely what Jason Statham was thinking as he drove his hire car towards the station holding Liv and Sofia. He had an hour before he was supposed to pick up Kelly; more than enough time for him to do what he had to.
* * * * * * * * * *
It had been a careful journey, but at last the three women had arrived at the lifeboats. Cindy silently thanked her lucky stars that they had gotten this far.
"Well, it's about time we said goodbye," Danni said to Cindy and J-Lo as the latter two started to climb over the railings.
"Thanks, Danni," J-Lo told her. "Wish we could see that bitch Campbell's face when she finds we're gone."
"Your wish is my command," said a fourth voice - Naomi Campbell and a group of followers joined them from behind. Naomi fixed the women with a sneering, cold-as-ice glare.
"Balloon-tits here took way too long to return," Naomi explained, "so I decided to take matters into my own hands rather than call Madonna." (Who at this precise moment was on her hands and knees, grunting away as Christina Aguilera slid her strap-on deep inside Madonna's ass; she had been well and truly cored by Ciccone, and now it was her turn. Naomi had once interrupted Madonna when she had been fucking Christina, and Maddie had ensured she left with a flea in her ear. Ever since then, she and the others knew better than to interrupt the boss when she was engaged.)
"Now get over here like good little sluts," she continued.
"No chance," Cindy replied. "Danni, see if you can cut the ropes."
"All right," Naomi agreed. "Start it up, boys."
The man closest to her was holding a small box. When he pressed it, Anastacia's voice filled the air - "Yo, yo, people - Anastacia's in the house telling you to keep it right here on Hott FM." Then the start of a rap record, cut off suddenly to be replaced by the tail-end of a calypso.
"Hi there, I'm Jennifer Love Hewitt, and you're listening to Voice of Barbados 790 FM, and I bet you didn't know Barbados talked just like me!" She giggled as all the women rolled their eyes at the corny ID.
"This is Halle Berry, and you're tuned to CBC..."
"We all did promos," Cindy told Naomi. "What's your point?"
"Hi, I'm Cindy Crawford coming to you from Voice of - "
An instant later Cindy remembered, but in that instant Jennifer Lopez attacked her. She was out of the influence of the drug, all right, but the hypnotic commands were still in place. For a few seconds the two women fought in the boat, but only for a few seconds - "Anaconda!" Cindy shouted, and J-Lo was herself again.
But by that time Naomi had used the distraction to grab Danni and force a weapon into her mouth.
There was no need for her to say anything else. The escape attempt was over.
* * * * * * * * * *
"I HATE BROOKE BURKE!"
"You've said that five times already," Anna Nicole Smith told Kylie Minogue, watching the toothy Aussie striding back and forth in front of her. Gordon had failed, Brooke was still a danger...
"DON'T PUSH ME, YOU BIG FAT BITCH!!!" Kylie raged, before stopping a moment. "OK, it's not your fault... well, it IS partly your fault, but it's Hey-everybody-don't-you-wanna-fuck-me over there I'm cross at. You wanted to make her your slave, right?"
Anna Nicole nodded, wishing she'd get to the point.
"All right - she's locked in room 23. You can do anything you like with her. You can even pretend she's a CAT if you want, I don't care - I just want you to make that sloe-eyed slut pay! Understand?"
Anna Nicole nodded again.
"SO WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!"
* * * * * * * * * *
They were not in woods, but they were lonely. The water wasn't dark, but it was deep. And Jessica Alba and Mariah Carey had miles to go before they could sleep.
Mariah had been talking as much as she could, urged on by Jessica. The two had talked about everything - men, boys, past sexual encounters, the weather, their favourite TV shows... but Mariah had lost a lot of blood, and Jessica was getting tired; she couldn't use both arms (she needed to hold on to Mariah), and the weight was dragging her. The one bright spot was that the shore was in sight, but it was looking less and less likely that they'd make it.
"...Jessica?..."
"Yeah, Mariah...?"
"Thank you...for trying..."
"Don't give me that... we're not dead yet... you just gotta hang on for a bit longer... there's something ahead... we just have to keep going... dammit Mariah... come on..."
Jessica's eyes were bleary and her strength was ebbing, but she could see that there WAS something ahead. And it was coming closer...
Please God, let it be what she thought it was. "HEY!!!" she managed to shout, waving her free hand. "HEY!!! HELPP!!!! PLEASE HELP US!!!!"
* * * * * * * * * *
"I'll be honest with you," Tony Wilkes said fifteen minutes later as he settled the dazed andnow bandaged Mariah in. "I thought you were some kind of fish at first; then I got a look through the binoculars and..."
"I just thank God you were here," Jessica told the fisherman gratefully. "I thought we were dead for sure."
"How'd you two get out here then?"
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."
"If I told my friends I fished you two out of the sea they wouldn't believe ME," Tony pointed out, taking the controls of his boat. "We'll be in port before long - I'll radio the hospital and let them know you're coming in."
Throughout the conversation Mariah had been gasping and trying to say something; finally she managed to tug on Jessica's arm. "Yeah?" she asked eagerly.
"When you get... on land... call Jon... " Mariah managed to say. She then only had time to give Jessica his phone number before she finally passed out.
"Is she...?" asked a concerned Tony.
"No," Jessica said with relief as she found Mariah's pulse. "She's really weak though; can't this thing go any faster?! Oh dammit, I'm sorry for that... it's just - "
"No need to apologise," Tony assured her. "You're just concerned for her. I'm worried about all of you."
"All of us?" Jessica repeated.
"Yeah," Tony chuckled as the boat ploughed towards land. "Believe it or not, not all of us hate the idea of celeb hookers down here... you've got more support than you think."
Jessica's spirits were beginning to lift.
* * * * * * * * * *
When Jennifer Garner had woken up, like all the others just out of the influence of the drug she was momentarily disoriented. Then she remembered everything; all the stuff she had been made to do; everything that led to her being here.
"What have I done?" she thought to herself. Cindy would kill her when she got her hands on her... best thing to do was to make a clean breast of it and hope for the best. Yeah, that was it. Jennifer quickly got dressed, and turned to get out of her room.
"Some of us like your ass; some like your legs; personally, I think your tits are the best," Kenrick, who with other guards had entered her room surreptitously, said. "What do YOU think is the best part of your body?"
* * * * * * * * * *
Of all the ladies on board the "Maverick," Anastacia had been the most enthusiastic in the act, and the busiest; her pussy had seen more action than the A-Team and Rambo combined. But now she was asleep, waiting for the next call. Christina Milian found her there, slumbering under her sheets.
Unlike the others, she really didn't feel like kissing Anastacia to bring her out of it (not that getting a kiss from JLH had been bad, it just wasn't her thing). But she didn't have any stocks of the drug to inject into her directly, and she really didn't have a choice. Christina M climbed onto the bed, looked at the diminutive woman's face (a delight in repose), swallowed nervously, and bestowed a long kiss on Anastacia's lips.
To her surprise, she felt Anastacia's tongue move slightly into her mouth; Christina M moved back in surprise - was this woman ALWAYS horny? The job was done, she had to go... but Anastacia's shirt was open, and her melons were partly visible. Christina M looked at them jealously, and wished she could hang around for a bit longer.
Decisions were taken out of her hands when she was captured a few moments later, but by that time Anastacia Newkirk was free...
* * * * * * * * * *
Brooke Burke kicked to and fro, pressed against the wall by a furious Anna Nicole Smith. She was fighting to breathe, but ANS had weight on her side.
"If I let you go, will you behave?"
Not a chance, Brooke thought.
"Yes, yes, YES!" she told her.
Anna Nicole nodded and released her, watching as Brooke panted for breath.
"You must really think I'm stupid, don't you?" asked Brooke.
"Well..." said Anna Nicole, and brandished the clamps, approaching Brooke. She had no intention of having those things stapled to her tits, and scuttled away onto the bed. But Anna Nicole was faster than she thought, and was onto her in a second.
"Don't fuck around with me, okay?" she said in a rougher voice than had previously been suspected. "You're mind, Brooke Burke - I can do ANYTHING to do I want."
Brooke, trying to get the bulk that was Anna Nicole off her, spotted a stain on the bedsheets. It was still pretty damp. As Anna Nicole attacked her, she smelt it. Just what she thought it was...
"Hey, Anna..." she smiled. "Let's make a deal. I'll do anything you want me to if you do me one little favour. See this come stain here? I want you to lick it up and swallow it."
Anna's nose wrinkled.
"Oh come on, you've probably blown that 89-year-old guy, so how bad can this be?"
Anna Nicole cast her scruples aside and applied her tongue to the semen. Brooke watched as the contents moved inside ANS, and in seconds it was all gone. "Okay, now what?"
"Now, I've got YOU. That was some of Gordon's druggy jizz, missy. You're gonna be MY slave for a change," Brooke explained.
Unfortunately she had no idea that Anna Nicole Smith had previously been dosed, and was now out of its control. And as Miss Smith clutched her throat, Brooke felt herself leaping out of a frying pan directly into a fire.
"After tonight, you are gonna wish your little plan worked," Anna Nicole hissed, and threw Brooke aside, prior to trussing her up.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Now, if you haven't made up your mind by the time I count to three, I'll make it up for you."
"Please, Christina - for the love of God..."
"Shut it, Milian! One..."
Jessica and Mariah took each other's hands.
"Two..."
The two women leaped over the barrier.
"Oh, fuck it - FIRE!"
Apart from the two Christinas, no one there had seen the two beauties be dumped overboard and shot, and only Christina Aguilera showed any real pleasure at seeing it now. (Several of the ladies were pleased, they just didn't show it.)
Ignoring the moans of shock and disgust, Aguilera stopped the tape and faced the troops. "We did that as a little demonstration of what'll happen if you don't behave yourselves tonight. And I promise you that none of you will get a choice in it."
"You may all be free of the drug," Naomi continued, "but Kelly Brook isn't. And it's not like our glorious leader can't get any more... now go and get ready. We're going to be picking up the partygoers soon, and we want you to stay hidden until they arrive."
Plus they had to dump Ryan's body.
* * * * * * * * * *
"...and the buzz is rising as we wait to see what Kelly Brook has to say," the reporter from Sky News told the audience to camera, one of several filing reports as Jason approached the station. He had rebuffed several requests for interviews ("I saw you brush off that reporter from 'Access Hollywood,'" a BBC reporter said amiably. "Saving it for one of your own?" "I'm not talking to ANYONE," Mr. Statham told him shortly, and moved on); he didn't want anything to get in the way of his job.
He was shown to Sofia and Liv's cell, and left with them for about fifteen minutes.
"You! I remember you... you were the last person to see us when we were working," Sofia greeted him with.
"From mansions to this," Jason mused. "You're looking a lot happier than I expected."
"My father posted our bail," Liv explained. "They were so surprised to talk to someone from Aerosmith the cops said they'd probably waive it anyway, but he insisted on coughing up."
"So I've heard," Sofia snickered, to a good-natured bird-flipping from Liv.
"We're leaving in about an hour, and then we've got some talking to do," Liv added.
"It's been a while since I saw the two of you," Jason continued. "How about..." and he winked and grinned.
"Don't you men ever think of anything else?" Liv laughed, as she turned around. She knew he preferred Sofia, and she preferred not to watch.
"Not a problem," Sofia replied, and pressed herself against the bars directly facing Jason. Her breasts squeezed through the gaps, resembling the horniest Play-Doh ever. She faced him through the bars, and Jason moved his hands through the gaps, clasping her in his arms. Kelly was gorgeous and he'd never dump her, but Sofia was so stunning and so sexy she made Kelly Brook seem like Shane MacGowran.
Sofia hitched up the dress she had been wearing for the past few days, letting Jason stroke her fine legs and white-panty clad derriere. She pushed the underwear down, and Jason groaned in happiness as he felt her ample ass touch onto his fingers. If only he'd brought some Vaseline or something... The two snogged through the bars as he stroked Sofia's juicy rump.
Sofia had been the best fuck he'd ever had there. His tip had been one of the biggest ever left, but that wasn't why Sofia had loved the guy. She fumbled out one breast for his enjoyment, and he eagerly tasted the swollen nipple. Boy, did she taste great! All that milky goodness inside... breast really was best. And not a scrap of silicone to be found, which made it even better. If only he could ride her without these damn bars - memories only took you so far...
"I'll just return the favour..." he grunted, and Sofia, knowing what was coming, lowered herself as he unzipped his trousers. His aching erection popped out of his underwear like a prisoner glad to be free, and it stuck inside the jail cell. Sofia studied the wavering hardon in approval, and took it inside her mouth; she liked to give and get head, and prided herself on never having failed to give satisfaction yet. Sofia pulled her head back and forth, playing with the cock inside her mouth, teasing the foreskin and tip with her tongue and getting as much of it down her throat as she could, rapidly and energetically sucking him.
Jason's low grunts and groans as he enjoyed Sofia's work were not, as yet, causing unwanted attention, but he knew it was only a matter of time before it happened... "Get up!" he gritted.
Sofia, who for all her qualities did not like it when a man came in her mouth, needed no repeat orders. Plus, her body had a better place for his come. Pulling back, she brought her tongue all the way down his cock and licked her way up him, to greet his face again. Jason clasped her beautiful cushions again and pulled her closer, and thrust himself directly into her box, enjoying Sofia's happy gasps as he pumped. She jerked against the bars as she clutched Jason, grinding and squeezing against his dick, kissing him rapidly as she felt him on the verge of exploding inside her. They didn't have much time...
Liv, her face to the wall but her ears open, shook her head with a rueful smile on her face as she heard the familiar low moans. Sofia had claimed another one. She studied her own damp hands, which had been busy between her legs all the while.
Jason, still buried deep inside the soft, sexy Colombian model, kissed her neck and jawline as he held her. "Sofia..." he whispered. "Sofia, whatever Kelly says at the conference, you must support her. No matter what. Understand?"
"Totally," Sofia replied lazily, stroking Jason's hair.
"And at the first opportunity, deal with Liv. She can't be allowed to get out of here - she's a real risk to the operation. You can do that, can't you?"
"Consider her dead."
"Great," Jason smiled. "And perhaps Kelly and I can get together with you sometime - you and her would make a wonderful couple..."
"I'm looking forward to it already," smiled Sofia, and kissed him one last time. "Thank you."
"My pleasure," Jason replied, reluctantly withdrawing (being inside Sofia Vergara was not one of life's worse experiences).
A few minutes later, he was in his car again, en route to collect Kelly. He couldn't help laughing at how great things were going - soon everything would be in order, plus he got to fuck gorgeous women left and right. He couldn't wait to watch Kelly bury her lovely head between Sofia's legs... Jason was getting a stiffy just thinking about it.
* * * * * * * * * *
Sofia Vergara reached into her underwear, and a few seconds later pulled out a small transparent object. The diaphragm she had asked for had done its work - all of Jason Statham's drugged semen had collected inside the balloon, and would soon be dispersed harmlessly within the Barbadian sewer system.
"Hijo de mentira de una perra perro-de mierda," she hissed. (Lying dog-fucking son of a bitch.)
* * * * * * * * * *
The "Maverick" was off the coast of Christ Church now, at a reduced speed, with the ladders lowered as one of several smaller but faster boats moored around the island sped towards the yacht. On it were several of the island's most well-off people, including at least one of the leading politicians. They had received details of where to go to be picked up that evening, with the word about the "Maverick" having been spread discreetly by Madonna's spies. The money had changed hands, and the pickup spots had been arranged around the island. Even though the yacht wasn't going to be staying in place, all the customers had had to be blindfolded anyway so no one would try and retrace their steps to the pickup spots.
Though the papers were still full of the Cindygate business (and even the big showbiz sites and gossip columns were starting to notice), not a word had yet come to light about the real brothel in their midst. And as Madonna's makeup people put the finishing touches to the hostess's looks, she sniggered to herself - that was precisely how it should be. "Do I look wonderful?" she asked her troupe, knowing what they'd say.
"Oh, definitely. You're a vision, Madonna."
"Tell me something I don't know," she replied. "Is everybody ready?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"They'd better be. Anything goes wrong and you're fired." So saying, Madonna sashayed out to greet the guests. The music was filling the ship, as was the smell of cooking. This was going to be a great night for her, she could tell.
As each guest arrived, he or she handed over their cash to the pursers, got escorted to the main area and were given their choice of ladies for the evening. Halle Berry was unsurprisingly the top pick, but all of the others were being pursued eagerly as well - "But I should tell you that Crawford and Lopez are being kept aside for the main event," Kylie Minogue informed the audience. "That'll be coming up after tonight's musical guests, who are not only performers but also on staff, and they'll be serving you in private afterwards... ladies and gentlemen, performing together for one night only, Anastacia and Christina Milian!"
On stage, twisting and turning, came the two singers. Both were attired to arouse, and doing a medley duet of one of their songs - admittedly their voices blended much like oil and water, and Anastacia sounded really strange doing "From AM To PM" (almost as weird as Christina sounded with "I'm Outta Love"), but the audience was too enraptured with their bodies to really notice. The act climaxed with the women wandering into the audience belting out "Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves" as they fondled the delighted guys, before each settled into the laps of their first customers and snuggled into embraces.
Christina's guy was old enough to be her father, which may have been why she looked so much like a comforted daughter as they went off to their private quarters; Anastacia on the other hand was with a guy roughly half her age. She could tell this would be his first time; fine with her, because she loved popping cherries. As the two went below decks, Madonna took to the stage, rubbing her hands at what was coming next.
"We call this the Dollhouse because the ladies here are yours to play with and dress and undress as you please," she told the throng. "And here are my own favourite dolls." The back wall of the stage revolved to reveal a divan, on which was a blow-up doll. Or at least someone pretending to be a blow-up doll. She was dressed like a rag doll and being played with by her owner.
Unable to move or do anything but what her "owner" wanted in accordance with the rules, Cindy Crawford sat there expressionless while Naomi Campbell finished off the dressing-up part of the show, a glint of delight in her eyes. "It's my turn now, Crawford," she said under her breath. "Get up and dance," she said out loud.
Jerkily, like she was a real doll, Cindy got out of the bed and to the strains of a calypso started to dance around the stage in mannequin style. Naomi laughed and clapped her hands. "A real live girl!" she cackled. "Faster! Faster!" Cindy whirled around all along the stage, going as fast as she could, never letting her face betray her rage.
"Give them a flash, Cindy!"
Cindy flipped her dress up, showing that underneath she was nude. Those nearest to the stage had a shot of her muff before it was gone. "Now the other side!" commanded Naomi.
Still dancing, Cindy complied, thankful there were no cameras allowed. "Now come back here," Naomi said. "It's time for your bath..." Cindy could have pointed out that as she was a doll she really didn't need a bath, but there was nothing she could do.
"While the Cindy doll is having her bath," Madonna told the crowd, "here's the other doll. She's not nearly so well behaved..." And the stage revolved again, this time presenting Jennifer Lopez, strapped to the wall with her nude back facing the audience, her famous backside protruding and ready. J-Lo had been gagged so she couldn't protest.
"I hear they still have capital punishment around these here parts," Madonna continued, rubbing J-Lo's rump in anticipation. "So... 31 smacks enough?"
* * * * * * * * * *
As J-Lo's yells and screams cut through the air, Cindy gritted her teeth. She was still in character; she had to be for what happened when the stage came back to her. This time, however, she wasn't alone; she was in something of a dildo Olympiad. To her left, Jennifer Love Hewitt was being relentlessly pumped by Christina Aguilera; to her right, poor Brooke Burke was getting buggered by Anna Nicole Smith. And she was playing piggy in the middle; when they came on stage, Naomi Campbell's ass would be rising and falling in between Cindy Crawford's legs.
"You like it, don't you?" Naomi urged her as she screwed the brunette. "You've always known I'm better than you... you've been dying for me to fuck you. And now it's going to happen in front of all these people." She kissed Cindy's mole quickly as she burrowed ever deeper inside. "Touch my ass. You know you want to. I won't mind."
Cindy felt the floor start to revolve, and started to pray that the night would be over soon.
Previously on "Cindy Inc.": The drug that Madonna and her cohorts have used to turn Cindy Crawford's women into their playthings has the drawback that too many doses wipes out the effect. That's the good news. The bad news is that la Crawford and Jennifer Lopez find out Kelly Brook intends to expose them as "running" an illegal prostitution ring on Barbados while also showing a specially doctored sex tape. The even worse news is that Jessica Alba and Mariah Carey, who are now immune to the drug, are... well, read on.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Oh Jesus, oh baby come on..." Jessica begged Mariah, almost unconscious from her bullet wound. "Stay with me, Mariah... come on, you can do it..."
Holding the bleeding chanteuse close to her, Jessica kicked out for shore. It wasn't much of a shot, and Mariah was bigger and heavier than she was, but it was their only chance. "You're not a quitter, Mariah," she continued. "You are not going to die this way. We are going to make it... I mean, look at today! It's a lovely day - you want to hang around to see all of it, don't you? You've probably got some friends on shore you wanna see, right?"
"....jon...."
Jessica's heart leapt a bit. Mariah was hanging on.
"Okay, tell me about him... keep talking... I'm not going to leave you..."
Inwardly she hoped she could make it. She was a strong swimmer, but it was a LONG way to shore...
* * * * * * * * * *
Christina Aguilera strutted into Madonna's boudoir, the smile of someone who had just done a good job on her face.
"What are YOU so happy about?" Madonna grumbled.
"They've been dumped. They can't take pain so they decided to jump overboard instead."
Madonna visibly brightened. "And did you give them a little... help?"
"Oh yeah," Christina told her. "Just as you said."
"Excellent," Madonna said. "I'm glad I can trust someone here. Come here."
Christina practically lived for this moment; ever sicne that night after the Grammys when she had accepted that invite to Madonna's house, her world had never been the same. She let herself fall into Maddie's comforting arms and waited for her kisses to start - for all the fantasies people had about her banging Britney, it was Madonna who really made her happy in bed. "You're a good girl, Aguilera," Mrs. Ritchie said quietly, as each woman helped the other undress. "You're learning well."
"I've got a good teacher," Christina replied, as she studied the older woman's form. "When are we going to do our duet?"
"After this business is done," Madonna assured her, stroking her lover's tender young body. "It'll be one for the history books."
Madonna dug her fingers into Christina's taut little bottom; her lover winced slightly (the nails were sharp!), but was too busy fondling Maddie's breasts to really care. The two blondes slowly kissed, and Christina sank onto the plush carpeting, with Madonna pressing on top of her. Christina enjoyed caressing Mrs. Ritchie; her body was always in good condition, and contrary to what she told the press she DID enjoy a good spanking.
Christina began to pound Madonna's rock-hard ass. She was experienced in making a bottom glow red hot, and Madonna kissed Miss Aguilera's shoulders and tits rapidly while enjoying the pain of the slapping. When she could feel the warmth coming off, Chrissy stopped. "Turn around and let me kiss it better," she told her.
"Not this time," Madonna replied. "I like your juicy little body too much to want it behind me." And she began to nuzzle Christina's body, counting the seconds until her lovely little Hispanic cunt was in her mouth. Madonna liked them young, and she loved them willing; one of the many reasons she secretly preferred Christina was that, unlike those silly little twits Britney and Holly Valance, she hadn't responded to requests for sex with horror. They only pretended to be sluts - Christina was the real thing.
Madonna slowly rubbed her head against Christina's pussy; she murmured low and happily. "Don't make me wait, Maddie," the diva begged, and soon found Miss Ciccone's experienced tongue licking and dabbing around her crotch. Christina's lean legs kicked around and upwards with delight; she loved giving and getting head, and Madonna was almost as good at it as Justin Timberlake.
Madonna smelt the musky aroma Christina Aguilera always gave off whenever she came; she liked Chrissy's cunt, but she wasn't through yet. Not by a long shot. She moved back up Christina after one last smell, teasing her with her body, and positioned her snatch on the young singer's face. Christina wasted no time in tasting Madonna's pussy and fondling the veteran's stomach. So hard - you'd never think she'd had two kids. She munched and licked Miss Ciccone's cunt and explored the rest of her body as if she hadn't already done so a thousand times before. Christina worshipped the woman, and thought she could happily fuck Madonna all day.
Maddie murmured her approval as she found Christina's breasts behind her, fondling them without turning around. She tried to keep herself from coming, but Christina's long experience of going down on fellow pop singers (of both sexes) was rapidly bearing fruit. "STOP... DOING THAT AGUILERAAAA!!!" she cried, as she felt her own self give in. Miss Aguilera rolled Madonna's clit around one last time with a satisfied sigh, as her mistress got off her face.
"Go and get it," Madonna instructed.
Christina knew what "it" was, and bounded up, enjoying the slap Madonna landed on her bottom. Maddie watched the diminutive singer pad off to retrieve the strap-on, her eyes lingering on Christina's tiny tush.
* * * * * * * * * *
"...so when we were coming here, Jessica tried to get the stuff into me, but I managed to inject her instead," Jennifer Love Hewitt finished. She had filled in Kelly Rowland and Halle Berry on what she'd been up to, and they had told her what had happened up till then - Halle with an added layer of guilt, since she remembered having to beat up Brooke Burke and go down on her at that bastard Kenrick's request. But as JLH assured her, it hadn't been her fault.
Kelly Rowland was also disturbed at how she had let that guy Ryan fuck her all the time... "And you're saying it was all Madonna's fault?" she raged. "When I see that lady I'll -- "
"One thing at a time, Kel," Halle told her. "First off, we need to get out of here and work on the other ladies."
"Yeah, take back the ship!'Under Siege 3'! Except that we act better than Steven Seagal," JLH added.
"And we're not as fat," Kelly laughed. "When Ryan gets back, we -- "
It wasn't Kelly Rowland's day for finishing sentences; the door opened, and Ryan was standing right there. He wasn't saying anything, just standing right there, looking odd. "Hey Ryan," Kelly huffed, "we were just talking about you."
"Kenrick... knows..." and that was all the young man had time to say before falling forward, a spreading red smear on his back. The horrified women grabbed him, knowing there was nothing they could do to save him but wanting to give him some comfort in the last moments of his life. Ryan looked up at Kelly Rowland, intense regret in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Kelly... I do like you a lot, but they said I could have any one of you I wanted if I agreed... I really wanted to be with you... when one of the folks visited you at Cindy's place they gave you the orders to let me take you... I knew that the drug had that effect so I made you put Hewitt back to normal..."
"God, I don't know what to say..." Kelly told him, shaken.
"Don't say anything - just hold me... the keys there are for all the cells. Take them... and anything else you need..." Ryan embraced Kelly, and enjoyed the feel of her body one last time. He left the world a happy man.
When he was still, Kelly slowly let his body rest, and took the keys. Halle picked up his weapon, and Jennifer Love Hewitt closed his eyes. "If he set up this case, we're going to finish his job," she said. "Come on, Kelly - we can't stay here."
Kelly gave Ryan's corpse a final look as the three left the cell.
* * * * * * * * *
"Oh yeaaahhh... I'm your basic average girl/And I'm here to save the world/You can't stop me 'cause I'm Kim Po-ssi-ble..."
Christina Milian didn't mind having sex while her records were playing, but having to listen to this particular one while being trussed up in a hallway was pushing it (granted Uncle Walt hadn't been simon-pure in real life, but even he would have drawn the line at this). But the customer was always right.
"I like to do this when I'm with a singer - play something by them while I'm fucking them," the man grunted as he tightened Christina's straps.
"Why does it sound so fuzzy?"
"Because I had to tape it with my radio next to the TV set."
Christina nodded; she knew what that was like.
"Are you ready?"
"Oh yeah," she agreed. "I know what I need."
"And you'll get it," the man chuckled, dipping the end of the whip into the bucket of sea water - the salt made the wounds hurt all the more. "What's your name?"
"Christina Milian!"
"And you've been a bad girl, haven't you?"
"Yes!" she cried, waiting for the lash to do its work on her bare back. It would hurt, but she deserved it.
"Twenty lashes for even DARING to spit it out! And more if you shout..."
He gave the lash another swirling around in the sea water, flung it back behind him, studied Christina's back, and paused to relish the moment when her skin would erupt with red weals. She would be even better to fuck afterwards... he brought the whip forward and grunted again.
It was STUCK?!
"Didn't your mother teach you to play nice?" chided Jennifer Love Hewitt, who had the business end of the whip and was holding it hard - almost pulling. Silently, she and the others had crept up behind him. The man's joy at seeing four hot pieces of ass instead of one soon changed to anger.
"Let the cord go, bitch."
"Whatever you say," JLH cooed, and let the cord go. The sudden loss of force in the other direction caused the man to lose balance and crash onto the deck, letting the handle go. In an instant, Halle and Kelly Rowland were on him, the former grabbing the whip. Kelly forced him onto his front, tore his shirt open to display the pale flesh, and held his furious head down.
"So you like whipping black girls, huh? How about a bit of payback? Let him have it, Halle."
Halle brought the whip back, listening to the man's blubbering and begging and brought it down...but snapped back at the last second, letting it just lightly graze his skin. "You're lucky she wasn't hurt when we got here," she told him grimly.
Jennifer untied Christina's straps, despite her protests - "We weren't finished - the customer's always right..."
"Shhh," JLH interrupted, and kissed Miss Milian.
A few seconds later, Christina was lost and then found. And then there were two...
* * * * * * * * * *
Danni was leading Cindy and J-Lo through the yacht, guiding them towards the lifeboats. The two madames would have to row back to shore, but it was a calm day; they might be lucky. Cindy had suggested that she join them, but Danni had told them it would be suspicious if she vanished at the same time they did. Besides, she would be better placed to help them on board.
Not far to go now...
* * * * * * * * * *
Jennifer Garner, meanwhile, was slumbering. She had been compelled to orally service all the men there who had had to go without after Madonna broke up the meeting; she had done it, and liked doing it, but giving 47 blowjobs in a row really took it out of a woman. And the taste of all those penises did no favours for her breath.
Kelly Rowland studied Jenny G. She was really a bit too tall for her tastes, but it was only a brief little thing. She bent over the woman and gave her a kiss.
"How many of those things did you suck, girl?" Kelly winced, as she left.
Shortly afterwards, Jennifer stirred into wakefulness. And now there was only Anastacia.
* * * * * * * * * *
Kelly Brook was wide awake, and getting her things together. She had been given the all-clear from the hospital, and she couldn't wait to get back to Jason. He'd be coming to pick her up in about an hour; all she had to do now was get ready for the speech, and...
"Bet you can't wait to get out of here," said one of the nurses.
"You'd win," Kelly B said happily as she zipped her bag. "But I've gotten great care here."
"We're glad you liked it. Just doing our job. Let's hope those two hussies don't try to ruin it for you."
"What two hussies?" Kelly asked.
"Haven't you seen today's paper? Two of that Crawford woman's whores are going to talk to the press soon about their side of what happened."
Kelly's brow furrowed. Vergara and Tyler could well ruin everything...
Which was precisely what Jason Statham was thinking as he drove his hire car towards the station holding Liv and Sofia. He had an hour before he was supposed to pick up Kelly; more than enough time for him to do what he had to.
* * * * * * * * * *
It had been a careful journey, but at last the three women had arrived at the lifeboats. Cindy silently thanked her lucky stars that they had gotten this far.
"Well, it's about time we said goodbye," Danni said to Cindy and J-Lo as the latter two started to climb over the railings.
"Thanks, Danni," J-Lo told her. "Wish we could see that bitch Campbell's face when she finds we're gone."
"Your wish is my command," said a fourth voice - Naomi Campbell and a group of followers joined them from behind. Naomi fixed the women with a sneering, cold-as-ice glare.
"Balloon-tits here took way too long to return," Naomi explained, "so I decided to take matters into my own hands rather than call Madonna." (Who at this precise moment was on her hands and knees, grunting away as Christina Aguilera slid her strap-on deep inside Madonna's ass; she had been well and truly cored by Ciccone, and now it was her turn. Naomi had once interrupted Madonna when she had been fucking Christina, and Maddie had ensured she left with a flea in her ear. Ever since then, she and the others knew better than to interrupt the boss when she was engaged.)
"Now get over here like good little sluts," she continued.
"No chance," Cindy replied. "Danni, see if you can cut the ropes."
"All right," Naomi agreed. "Start it up, boys."
The man closest to her was holding a small box. When he pressed it, Anastacia's voice filled the air - "Yo, yo, people - Anastacia's in the house telling you to keep it right here on Hott FM." Then the start of a rap record, cut off suddenly to be replaced by the tail-end of a calypso.
"Hi there, I'm Jennifer Love Hewitt, and you're listening to Voice of Barbados 790 FM, and I bet you didn't know Barbados talked just like me!" She giggled as all the women rolled their eyes at the corny ID.
"This is Halle Berry, and you're tuned to CBC..."
"We all did promos," Cindy told Naomi. "What's your point?"
"Hi, I'm Cindy Crawford coming to you from Voice of - "
An instant later Cindy remembered, but in that instant Jennifer Lopez attacked her. She was out of the influence of the drug, all right, but the hypnotic commands were still in place. For a few seconds the two women fought in the boat, but only for a few seconds - "Anaconda!" Cindy shouted, and J-Lo was herself again.
But by that time Naomi had used the distraction to grab Danni and force a weapon into her mouth.
There was no need for her to say anything else. The escape attempt was over.
* * * * * * * * * *
"I HATE BROOKE BURKE!"
"You've said that five times already," Anna Nicole Smith told Kylie Minogue, watching the toothy Aussie striding back and forth in front of her. Gordon had failed, Brooke was still a danger...
"DON'T PUSH ME, YOU BIG FAT BITCH!!!" Kylie raged, before stopping a moment. "OK, it's not your fault... well, it IS partly your fault, but it's Hey-everybody-don't-you-wanna-fuck-me over there I'm cross at. You wanted to make her your slave, right?"
Anna Nicole nodded, wishing she'd get to the point.
"All right - she's locked in room 23. You can do anything you like with her. You can even pretend she's a CAT if you want, I don't care - I just want you to make that sloe-eyed slut pay! Understand?"
Anna Nicole nodded again.
"SO WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?!"
* * * * * * * * * *
They were not in woods, but they were lonely. The water wasn't dark, but it was deep. And Jessica Alba and Mariah Carey had miles to go before they could sleep.
Mariah had been talking as much as she could, urged on by Jessica. The two had talked about everything - men, boys, past sexual encounters, the weather, their favourite TV shows... but Mariah had lost a lot of blood, and Jessica was getting tired; she couldn't use both arms (she needed to hold on to Mariah), and the weight was dragging her. The one bright spot was that the shore was in sight, but it was looking less and less likely that they'd make it.
"...Jessica?..."
"Yeah, Mariah...?"
"Thank you...for trying..."
"Don't give me that... we're not dead yet... you just gotta hang on for a bit longer... there's something ahead... we just have to keep going... dammit Mariah... come on..."
Jessica's eyes were bleary and her strength was ebbing, but she could see that there WAS something ahead. And it was coming closer...
Please God, let it be what she thought it was. "HEY!!!" she managed to shout, waving her free hand. "HEY!!! HELPP!!!! PLEASE HELP US!!!!"
* * * * * * * * * *
"I'll be honest with you," Tony Wilkes said fifteen minutes later as he settled the dazed andnow bandaged Mariah in. "I thought you were some kind of fish at first; then I got a look through the binoculars and..."
"I just thank God you were here," Jessica told the fisherman gratefully. "I thought we were dead for sure."
"How'd you two get out here then?"
"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me."
"If I told my friends I fished you two out of the sea they wouldn't believe ME," Tony pointed out, taking the controls of his boat. "We'll be in port before long - I'll radio the hospital and let them know you're coming in."
Throughout the conversation Mariah had been gasping and trying to say something; finally she managed to tug on Jessica's arm. "Yeah?" she asked eagerly.
"When you get... on land... call Jon... " Mariah managed to say. She then only had time to give Jessica his phone number before she finally passed out.
"Is she...?" asked a concerned Tony.
"No," Jessica said with relief as she found Mariah's pulse. "She's really weak though; can't this thing go any faster?! Oh dammit, I'm sorry for that... it's just - "
"No need to apologise," Tony assured her. "You're just concerned for her. I'm worried about all of you."
"All of us?" Jessica repeated.
"Yeah," Tony chuckled as the boat ploughed towards land. "Believe it or not, not all of us hate the idea of celeb hookers down here... you've got more support than you think."
Jessica's spirits were beginning to lift.
* * * * * * * * * *
When Jennifer Garner had woken up, like all the others just out of the influence of the drug she was momentarily disoriented. Then she remembered everything; all the stuff she had been made to do; everything that led to her being here.
"What have I done?" she thought to herself. Cindy would kill her when she got her hands on her... best thing to do was to make a clean breast of it and hope for the best. Yeah, that was it. Jennifer quickly got dressed, and turned to get out of her room.
"Some of us like your ass; some like your legs; personally, I think your tits are the best," Kenrick, who with other guards had entered her room surreptitously, said. "What do YOU think is the best part of your body?"
* * * * * * * * * *
Of all the ladies on board the "Maverick," Anastacia had been the most enthusiastic in the act, and the busiest; her pussy had seen more action than the A-Team and Rambo combined. But now she was asleep, waiting for the next call. Christina Milian found her there, slumbering under her sheets.
Unlike the others, she really didn't feel like kissing Anastacia to bring her out of it (not that getting a kiss from JLH had been bad, it just wasn't her thing). But she didn't have any stocks of the drug to inject into her directly, and she really didn't have a choice. Christina M climbed onto the bed, looked at the diminutive woman's face (a delight in repose), swallowed nervously, and bestowed a long kiss on Anastacia's lips.
To her surprise, she felt Anastacia's tongue move slightly into her mouth; Christina M moved back in surprise - was this woman ALWAYS horny? The job was done, she had to go... but Anastacia's shirt was open, and her melons were partly visible. Christina M looked at them jealously, and wished she could hang around for a bit longer.
Decisions were taken out of her hands when she was captured a few moments later, but by that time Anastacia Newkirk was free...
* * * * * * * * * *
Brooke Burke kicked to and fro, pressed against the wall by a furious Anna Nicole Smith. She was fighting to breathe, but ANS had weight on her side.
"If I let you go, will you behave?"
Not a chance, Brooke thought.
"Yes, yes, YES!" she told her.
Anna Nicole nodded and released her, watching as Brooke panted for breath.
"You must really think I'm stupid, don't you?" asked Brooke.
"Well..." said Anna Nicole, and brandished the clamps, approaching Brooke. She had no intention of having those things stapled to her tits, and scuttled away onto the bed. But Anna Nicole was faster than she thought, and was onto her in a second.
"Don't fuck around with me, okay?" she said in a rougher voice than had previously been suspected. "You're mind, Brooke Burke - I can do ANYTHING to do I want."
Brooke, trying to get the bulk that was Anna Nicole off her, spotted a stain on the bedsheets. It was still pretty damp. As Anna Nicole attacked her, she smelt it. Just what she thought it was...
"Hey, Anna..." she smiled. "Let's make a deal. I'll do anything you want me to if you do me one little favour. See this come stain here? I want you to lick it up and swallow it."
Anna's nose wrinkled.
"Oh come on, you've probably blown that 89-year-old guy, so how bad can this be?"
Anna Nicole cast her scruples aside and applied her tongue to the semen. Brooke watched as the contents moved inside ANS, and in seconds it was all gone. "Okay, now what?"
"Now, I've got YOU. That was some of Gordon's druggy jizz, missy. You're gonna be MY slave for a change," Brooke explained.
Unfortunately she had no idea that Anna Nicole Smith had previously been dosed, and was now out of its control. And as Miss Smith clutched her throat, Brooke felt herself leaping out of a frying pan directly into a fire.
"After tonight, you are gonna wish your little plan worked," Anna Nicole hissed, and threw Brooke aside, prior to trussing her up.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Now, if you haven't made up your mind by the time I count to three, I'll make it up for you."
"Please, Christina - for the love of God..."
"Shut it, Milian! One..."
Jessica and Mariah took each other's hands.
"Two..."
The two women leaped over the barrier.
"Oh, fuck it - FIRE!"
Apart from the two Christinas, no one there had seen the two beauties be dumped overboard and shot, and only Christina Aguilera showed any real pleasure at seeing it now. (Several of the ladies were pleased, they just didn't show it.)
Ignoring the moans of shock and disgust, Aguilera stopped the tape and faced the troops. "We did that as a little demonstration of what'll happen if you don't behave yourselves tonight. And I promise you that none of you will get a choice in it."
"You may all be free of the drug," Naomi continued, "but Kelly Brook isn't. And it's not like our glorious leader can't get any more... now go and get ready. We're going to be picking up the partygoers soon, and we want you to stay hidden until they arrive."
Plus they had to dump Ryan's body.
* * * * * * * * * *
"...and the buzz is rising as we wait to see what Kelly Brook has to say," the reporter from Sky News told the audience to camera, one of several filing reports as Jason approached the station. He had rebuffed several requests for interviews ("I saw you brush off that reporter from 'Access Hollywood,'" a BBC reporter said amiably. "Saving it for one of your own?" "I'm not talking to ANYONE," Mr. Statham told him shortly, and moved on); he didn't want anything to get in the way of his job.
He was shown to Sofia and Liv's cell, and left with them for about fifteen minutes.
"You! I remember you... you were the last person to see us when we were working," Sofia greeted him with.
"From mansions to this," Jason mused. "You're looking a lot happier than I expected."
"My father posted our bail," Liv explained. "They were so surprised to talk to someone from Aerosmith the cops said they'd probably waive it anyway, but he insisted on coughing up."
"So I've heard," Sofia snickered, to a good-natured bird-flipping from Liv.
"We're leaving in about an hour, and then we've got some talking to do," Liv added.
"It's been a while since I saw the two of you," Jason continued. "How about..." and he winked and grinned.
"Don't you men ever think of anything else?" Liv laughed, as she turned around. She knew he preferred Sofia, and she preferred not to watch.
"Not a problem," Sofia replied, and pressed herself against the bars directly facing Jason. Her breasts squeezed through the gaps, resembling the horniest Play-Doh ever. She faced him through the bars, and Jason moved his hands through the gaps, clasping her in his arms. Kelly was gorgeous and he'd never dump her, but Sofia was so stunning and so sexy she made Kelly Brook seem like Shane MacGowran.
Sofia hitched up the dress she had been wearing for the past few days, letting Jason stroke her fine legs and white-panty clad derriere. She pushed the underwear down, and Jason groaned in happiness as he felt her ample ass touch onto his fingers. If only he'd brought some Vaseline or something... The two snogged through the bars as he stroked Sofia's juicy rump.
Sofia had been the best fuck he'd ever had there. His tip had been one of the biggest ever left, but that wasn't why Sofia had loved the guy. She fumbled out one breast for his enjoyment, and he eagerly tasted the swollen nipple. Boy, did she taste great! All that milky goodness inside... breast really was best. And not a scrap of silicone to be found, which made it even better. If only he could ride her without these damn bars - memories only took you so far...
"I'll just return the favour..." he grunted, and Sofia, knowing what was coming, lowered herself as he unzipped his trousers. His aching erection popped out of his underwear like a prisoner glad to be free, and it stuck inside the jail cell. Sofia studied the wavering hardon in approval, and took it inside her mouth; she liked to give and get head, and prided herself on never having failed to give satisfaction yet. Sofia pulled her head back and forth, playing with the cock inside her mouth, teasing the foreskin and tip with her tongue and getting as much of it down her throat as she could, rapidly and energetically sucking him.
Jason's low grunts and groans as he enjoyed Sofia's work were not, as yet, causing unwanted attention, but he knew it was only a matter of time before it happened... "Get up!" he gritted.
Sofia, who for all her qualities did not like it when a man came in her mouth, needed no repeat orders. Plus, her body had a better place for his come. Pulling back, she brought her tongue all the way down his cock and licked her way up him, to greet his face again. Jason clasped her beautiful cushions again and pulled her closer, and thrust himself directly into her box, enjoying Sofia's happy gasps as he pumped. She jerked against the bars as she clutched Jason, grinding and squeezing against his dick, kissing him rapidly as she felt him on the verge of exploding inside her. They didn't have much time...
Liv, her face to the wall but her ears open, shook her head with a rueful smile on her face as she heard the familiar low moans. Sofia had claimed another one. She studied her own damp hands, which had been busy between her legs all the while.
Jason, still buried deep inside the soft, sexy Colombian model, kissed her neck and jawline as he held her. "Sofia..." he whispered. "Sofia, whatever Kelly says at the conference, you must support her. No matter what. Understand?"
"Totally," Sofia replied lazily, stroking Jason's hair.
"And at the first opportunity, deal with Liv. She can't be allowed to get out of here - she's a real risk to the operation. You can do that, can't you?"
"Consider her dead."
"Great," Jason smiled. "And perhaps Kelly and I can get together with you sometime - you and her would make a wonderful couple..."
"I'm looking forward to it already," smiled Sofia, and kissed him one last time. "Thank you."
"My pleasure," Jason replied, reluctantly withdrawing (being inside Sofia Vergara was not one of life's worse experiences).
A few minutes later, he was in his car again, en route to collect Kelly. He couldn't help laughing at how great things were going - soon everything would be in order, plus he got to fuck gorgeous women left and right. He couldn't wait to watch Kelly bury her lovely head between Sofia's legs... Jason was getting a stiffy just thinking about it.
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Sofia Vergara reached into her underwear, and a few seconds later pulled out a small transparent object. The diaphragm she had asked for had done its work - all of Jason Statham's drugged semen had collected inside the balloon, and would soon be dispersed harmlessly within the Barbadian sewer system.
"Hijo de mentira de una perra perro-de mierda," she hissed. (Lying dog-fucking son of a bitch.)
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The "Maverick" was off the coast of Christ Church now, at a reduced speed, with the ladders lowered as one of several smaller but faster boats moored around the island sped towards the yacht. On it were several of the island's most well-off people, including at least one of the leading politicians. They had received details of where to go to be picked up that evening, with the word about the "Maverick" having been spread discreetly by Madonna's spies. The money had changed hands, and the pickup spots had been arranged around the island. Even though the yacht wasn't going to be staying in place, all the customers had had to be blindfolded anyway so no one would try and retrace their steps to the pickup spots.
Though the papers were still full of the Cindygate business (and even the big showbiz sites and gossip columns were starting to notice), not a word had yet come to light about the real brothel in their midst. And as Madonna's makeup people put the finishing touches to the hostess's looks, she sniggered to herself - that was precisely how it should be. "Do I look wonderful?" she asked her troupe, knowing what they'd say.
"Oh, definitely. You're a vision, Madonna."
"Tell me something I don't know," she replied. "Is everybody ready?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"They'd better be. Anything goes wrong and you're fired." So saying, Madonna sashayed out to greet the guests. The music was filling the ship, as was the smell of cooking. This was going to be a great night for her, she could tell.
As each guest arrived, he or she handed over their cash to the pursers, got escorted to the main area and were given their choice of ladies for the evening. Halle Berry was unsurprisingly the top pick, but all of the others were being pursued eagerly as well - "But I should tell you that Crawford and Lopez are being kept aside for the main event," Kylie Minogue informed the audience. "That'll be coming up after tonight's musical guests, who are not only performers but also on staff, and they'll be serving you in private afterwards... ladies and gentlemen, performing together for one night only, Anastacia and Christina Milian!"
On stage, twisting and turning, came the two singers. Both were attired to arouse, and doing a medley duet of one of their songs - admittedly their voices blended much like oil and water, and Anastacia sounded really strange doing "From AM To PM" (almost as weird as Christina sounded with "I'm Outta Love"), but the audience was too enraptured with their bodies to really notice. The act climaxed with the women wandering into the audience belting out "Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves" as they fondled the delighted guys, before each settled into the laps of their first customers and snuggled into embraces.
Christina's guy was old enough to be her father, which may have been why she looked so much like a comforted daughter as they went off to their private quarters; Anastacia on the other hand was with a guy roughly half her age. She could tell this would be his first time; fine with her, because she loved popping cherries. As the two went below decks, Madonna took to the stage, rubbing her hands at what was coming next.
"We call this the Dollhouse because the ladies here are yours to play with and dress and undress as you please," she told the throng. "And here are my own favourite dolls." The back wall of the stage revolved to reveal a divan, on which was a blow-up doll. Or at least someone pretending to be a blow-up doll. She was dressed like a rag doll and being played with by her owner.
Unable to move or do anything but what her "owner" wanted in accordance with the rules, Cindy Crawford sat there expressionless while Naomi Campbell finished off the dressing-up part of the show, a glint of delight in her eyes. "It's my turn now, Crawford," she said under her breath. "Get up and dance," she said out loud.
Jerkily, like she was a real doll, Cindy got out of the bed and to the strains of a calypso started to dance around the stage in mannequin style. Naomi laughed and clapped her hands. "A real live girl!" she cackled. "Faster! Faster!" Cindy whirled around all along the stage, going as fast as she could, never letting her face betray her rage.
"Give them a flash, Cindy!"
Cindy flipped her dress up, showing that underneath she was nude. Those nearest to the stage had a shot of her muff before it was gone. "Now the other side!" commanded Naomi.
Still dancing, Cindy complied, thankful there were no cameras allowed. "Now come back here," Naomi said. "It's time for your bath..." Cindy could have pointed out that as she was a doll she really didn't need a bath, but there was nothing she could do.
"While the Cindy doll is having her bath," Madonna told the crowd, "here's the other doll. She's not nearly so well behaved..." And the stage revolved again, this time presenting Jennifer Lopez, strapped to the wall with her nude back facing the audience, her famous backside protruding and ready. J-Lo had been gagged so she couldn't protest.
"I hear they still have capital punishment around these here parts," Madonna continued, rubbing J-Lo's rump in anticipation. "So... 31 smacks enough?"
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As J-Lo's yells and screams cut through the air, Cindy gritted her teeth. She was still in character; she had to be for what happened when the stage came back to her. This time, however, she wasn't alone; she was in something of a dildo Olympiad. To her left, Jennifer Love Hewitt was being relentlessly pumped by Christina Aguilera; to her right, poor Brooke Burke was getting buggered by Anna Nicole Smith. And she was playing piggy in the middle; when they came on stage, Naomi Campbell's ass would be rising and falling in between Cindy Crawford's legs.
"You like it, don't you?" Naomi urged her as she screwed the brunette. "You've always known I'm better than you... you've been dying for me to fuck you. And now it's going to happen in front of all these people." She kissed Cindy's mole quickly as she burrowed ever deeper inside. "Touch my ass. You know you want to. I won't mind."
Cindy felt the floor start to revolve, and started to pray that the night would be over soon.