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11-01-2007, 02:26 PM
The continuing adventures of Cindy Crawford -
supermodel, mother, and celebrity bordello owner. The
conduct of the celebs here is obviously not how they
are in real life; the story isn't for under-18s, and
praise, complaints or whatever to go to the message
boards or to cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk (And if Evil
is reading this, Jessica Simpson WILL return in a
future story - the very next one, in fact.)
Peviously on Cindy Inc.: The contest to see who'll be
"lucky" enough to mother Lachlan McMurdo's kid has now
been whittled down to two; one is Angelina Jolie, but
will the other be Cindy Crawford or Monica Bellucci?
(And who's trying to off Lachlan?) Now read on...
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy finished unbuttoning her shirt and slipped it
off her torso as Lachlan and Philip came closer, the
latter starting to unzip his trousers with a leer on
his face. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and she
was tempted to fondle her breasts for their benefit,
but instead she just sat there, waiting for them to
get on with it.
Philip placed himself right in front of Cindy's face,
his hand still inside his trousers. He winked at her
as he prepared to fish his pride and joy out, and
Cindy prepared to blow him; even at this stage, she
wanted to give him the best one she could... and out
came his hand. Clenched in a fist. With the middle
finger out.
"PSYCH!" the brothers cackled, as Philip stepped back,
loving the dumbfounded look on Cindy's face, and the
resigned one on Monica's; secretly she had hoped that
they would take up the boss on her offer.
"I was never going to take you over Monica. Not in a
million years," Philip told her. "For a start, I like
women who actually have boobs."
"Excuse me?!" Lachlan snapped.
("Excuse me?!" Gwyneth Paltrow snapped. She may have
been pregnant, but she knew the growth spurt in her
cleavage wouldn't last.)
"I'm flattered," Monica said as Philip started to lift
her up, levering her up the tree without untying her
until she was on a level with Philip's crotch. "But I
don't know if I want it under these circumst--"
"Shut it, Crawford slut. You don't have a choice in
this thing. Hey brother o'mine, can you keep Cindy in
her place?" And Philip threw Lachlan the rest of the
rope, which the man used to tie Cindy up, a very
apologetic look on his face. "You might not be getting
it now, but you do get to watch, with all the viewers
at home. Isn't that fun?"
"Why don't you just fuck me now and get it over with?"
Cindy asked.
("Because Lachlan wants to save her for last, you
silly slapper!" Jodi Albert from "Hollyoaks" shouted
at the screen.)
"Because it's more fun when it's at the end of a
chase," Philip replied, taking his cock out for real
this time and waving it in front of Monica's
unimpressed face, watching as it stiffened (the cock,
not Monica's face). "Nice, isn't it? You probably
haven't seen many men with bigger pricks..."
"I've seen 13-year-old boys with bigger pricks,"
Monica told him. "Some of them even know how to use
them properly."
"You don't mean...?"
"That's for me to know and you to never find
ouMMMMPHHH - " Monica's response was cut off by Philip
stuffing his cock into her mouth. Monica fleetingly
considered doing a Mrs. Garp, then thought better of
it and started to do what was expected of her, drawing
the cheeks on her face in and sucking hard on him,
wishing that he'd let some of the prick out of her
throat but glad that he wasn't so big that she'd
choke. Monica's tongue rolled around Philip's rod as
she slurped away, with Cindy having a front row seat
of the action; the man had an expression of intense
bliss on his face, as if he'd just been told that the
Wachowski brothers had become Tibetan monks.
Monica's grunts and quick snatches of air were
interruped when Lachlan managed to squeeze under the
captive Italian. If ever a woman lived up to Thomas
Harris's description of "a girl and a half in all
directions," it was her; reaching over her and
grabbing hold of her funbags ("Hey, those are MINE,
you American dickhead!" Vincent Cassel shouted.
"Technically, they're hers," Alizee pointed out.),
Lachlan pressed as much of himself against her hot
nude form as he could, feeling Monica's nipples and
rolling them between his fingers. "You milk those
udders, Lackey..." Philip panted, feeling Monica's
tongue probing the tip of his boiling cock. "You said
Sophie was nice both times, but who says less is
more...?"
("Is that a fact," Lisa Dergan said at the mansion,
her face looking thoughtful. Though ironically the
dumbest-looking of the four commentators, it was she
who had noticed the implications of what he said.)
Philip dug his hands in Monica's waves of black hair
and forced her head closer to him. "Yeah, you big
Italian bitch, you do it..." Cindy and Monica both
rolled their eyes at his scintillating dialogue;
Lachlan at least kept his mouth shut as he felt the
tall woman's body, licking her shoulderblades as he
found Monica's mouthwateringly hairy pussy. Lachlan
loved ladies with lots of growth below, and if they
had beautiful fat cunts it was even better; Monica
Bellucci was both, and Lachlan's cock became even
stiffer when he ran his fingers along her slit.
Spreading it open, he pressed his middle finger into
her as he thrust himself up, grinding his cock into
Monica's ass. Aaaaaah, Monica Bellucci's big, sexy
ass. The position wasn't too comfortable, but the
destination was...
Lachlan's prick sank into her tight, snug asshole like
a knife entering butter. He ignored her muffled cries
as he slid in and out of her, enjoying how she wiggled
around under the thrusting of his rod. Monica's behind
had tantalized him for years, and he could feel
himself starting to cream almost as soon as he stuck
it inside... Lachlan grabbed hold of Monica's buns as
he swirled the middle finger of his other hand inside
her muff, grinding faster behind her, as Philip turned
the air blue while he tugged on Monica's head, letting
his come out with a long, loud howl. Her mouth was
closed tight around his prick, but as Philip loudly
yelled that MONICA GAVE THE BEST FUCKING HEAD
EVER!!!!!! Cindy could see a few drops seep out from
around Monica's lips, as she herself started shaking.
Soon either she would come from Lachlan, or Lachlan
would come in her ass. Either way, Monica Bellucci was
out.
Fifteen seconds later, there were two. And Scarlett
Johansson cracked open the champagne; she had not been
happy about losing to Monica.
Philip tugged his cock from her mouth, the tip still
dripping some of the come that hadn't gone down her
throat, and freeing Monica to finally get some more
air, panting and gasping from Lachlan still thrusting
her prick into her butt, and the breath rushing out
onto Philip's prick. With his gaze firmly on the
thrashing captive, he backed away to where his pack
was, fumbling behind him and throwing it over to
Cindy. "Get out the gun and put in the red cartridge,"
he said excitedly, enjoying how Monica's legs were
splayed open as she bucked on top of his grinding
brother.
"Er, hello? I'm still tied up here," Cindy pointed
out.
Philip cursed himself as he realised she had a point.
Half of him wanted to shoot the One To Go beacon right
away, but the other half was aware that Monica
freaking Bellucci was getting butt-fucked right in
front of him; she was shoving herself up and down on
Lachlan's cock, giving it all she had, groaning loudly
and breasts jiggling as she matched Lachlan thrust for
thrust. Both Philip and Cindy had to grin a little;
even in these circumstances she was a company woman to
the end. Lachlan sounded as if he couldn't hold out;
he wanted to savour Monica's backside for as long as
he could, connossieur of the female ass that he was,
but the way he was swearing to his captive and the way
his balls were slapping against her as she said
nothing but "Aaaaa!!!" and "Ohhhhh!!!!" it wouldn't be
long.
Monica's cries and Lachlan's screams built as he
pumped against her faster, and as Lachlan yelled
"OHFUCKYESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!" Philip knew that he could
fire now. Just as Lachlan just had.
The sky soon lit up with a blast that illuminated
Monica's naked body for a second time that early
morning, but this time it was different; instead of
the usual white light, it was all red, yellow and
green. Cindy and Monica didn't need to be told what
that meant. It meant that they were down to the last
two; this time, when the copter arrived to pick up
Monica, it would get the McMurdos as well.
"The good news is, you get to sleep until 8 am,"
Lachlan, now free of Monica's asshole, told Cindy.
"Then you'll get the wakeup call, and it'll be time
for you and whoever it is left on the other team. You
and her. One on one. All the marbles, people..."
"Okay okay, I get it," Cindy replied as she helped
Monica up, the two women still chafed at their wrists;
Monica was also feeling Lachlan's come seeping out of
her chute. She needed a cloth or something; not much
chance of it being on the approaching chopper. "Keep
the ladies in line, okay Mon?"
"I'll do my best," the Italian said. "Emmanuelle and
Sophie have probably killed now."
"No weapons, just your natural abilities," Philip
added, taking their rucksacks. "So that shouldn't take
too long for her to get you."
"I can push him out of the helicopter if you want,"
Monica offered as the chopper, hovering above their
heads, lowered the rope ladder. Cindy came REALLY
close to taking her up on her offer.
* * * * * * * * * *
Angelina Jolie, now stripped of all but her clothes,
watched the helicopter fly off. She'd gotten the news
about Cindy being the only one left on the opposing
side, and all the other details. (It would have to be
Cindy freaking Crawford making it to the final round,
wouldn't it? Then again, Angelina would never have
forgiven herself if she herself hadn't been the J-Lo's
rep in the last stages.) Angelina snuggled down
amongst the leaves and settled in for a few hours's
sleep; she was going to need it, now that it was just
the two of them.
Several yards away, Karen kept an eye on the sleeping
actress. There was no way Cindy would win if she could
help it.
* * * * * * * * * *
Morning broke over the island; sunlight pierced the
jungle tops, highlighting the dozing brunettes, each
slumbering in their place.
"When the hell are they going to wake up?!" Holly
Valance grumbled as she sat up in bed. "It's like
watching 24-hour 'Big Brother'..."
"It'll happen," Catherine Zeta-Jones said as she held
her companion. "Now come here, I'll help you pass the
time before it starts..."
"You've fucked me four times already!" Holly argued.
"Cindy'll kill me when she finds out."
"IF she finds out," Catherine points out. "But she
won't - Michael doesn't mind me working for Lopez, so
I didn't blow up when he was with you."
"You talk about your jobs in bed?!"
"All the time," Catherine smiled. "Now be a good girl
and spread those legs for me."
"Sorry, I'm not in the mood," Holly grumbled. "I just
want this game to start up again. Plus I... don't
really like spending too long with one lady. Unless
she's Renee Zellweger... now there was a girl with a
bum I loved playing with for days..."
"You and Renee ZELLWEGER?!?!" Catherine shouted, not
as loudly as the siren that suddenly shattered the
morning mood all over the island - and cut through the
jungle, waking up both Cindy Crawford and Angelina
Jolie with a jerk - but close...
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy hadn't slept for long, but she was grateful for
what sleep she had managed to get. She was also
grateful and surprised that she still retained her
hearing; that siren was probably echoing around
Alabama. Shaking her head for a moment to clear
herself, she got up and started moving, not pausing to
think over which way to go; if she was moving away
from Angelina, all the good. If she was heading
towards her, even better - it was time to finish this.
Angelina padded through the jungle like a cat, eyes
darting hither and thither as she waited for a sign
that her moled rival was in the area. She too had
gotten up and immediately began to move; no sense in
sitting there and waiting for Crawford to come up to
her, though she knew she could take her. There wasn't
a sound coming from her as she slinked onwards; her
only regret was that she couldn't track down Cindy any
more. A drawback, but at least Cindy C couldn't track
HER either.
In the luxury of the mansion, the McMurdos and the
ladies studied the screens, Ernest casually letting
his eyes move over to one of the prostitutes, and
feeling Madeleine's angry eyes burning into him, and
not caring. Not being attached, Philip and Carter had
their hands on the thighs of Sophie Marceau and
Melissa George respectively, whispering stuff into
their ears and making them laugh dirtily - "SSSSH!
Keep it down!" Gabby Logan snapped. "You never know;
you could break our mood when something happens."
Something was happening elsewhere on the estate; Patty
McMurdo opened her eyes, breathing shallowly but
steadily. She had soaked the pillow and sheets with
her sweat; her fever had broken. Gingerly looking
around the room, she rested her hand on the bedside
buzzer and pressed it twice.
* * * * * * * * * *
The arrival of the McMurdos had been the cue for the
help to scurry back to their quarters, especially
since the elder generation was around. But they left
with many pleasant memories, and a few bitter ones -
it hadn't escaped the notice of several of the men
that Monica hadn't come back yet.
Not that Asia missed her; she was still pissed over
having lost to her, and lost badly. Not even the
cleaning staff had helped her get over it. It was with
some bitterness that she saw the brood striding into
the living room, with that so-and-so Bellucci in front
of them - they captured her and she was leading the
way? Had she conquered them too, or did they just want
to watch her wiggle? (The latter, obviously.) Holly,
Sophie A, and Emmanuelle were happier to see the gang
almost complete; more support for them. Melissa,
Sophie M and Catherine were more subdued in their
welcome - the joy on seeing another person from the
other side brought down was wiped out by realising
that she was stuck with THEM now.
"Well, I'm surprised you're still in one piece," said
Monica to Emmanuelle.
"I kept them in line," Manon des Sources giggled. "And
some of the others..."
"Once a whore, always a whore," Madeleine muttered.
"Leave them alone," Ernest grumbled. "At least they do
something for a living."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, you've been attacking them ever since they
got here - you went along with Lachlan's idea just
fine until he brought it around here. They actually
work for a living - "
"And I don't?!"
"Oooooh, fight!" yelled Holly and Melissa with
Antipodean glee, leaning forward in anticipation of
domestic fireworks and agreeing with each other for
the first time in months.
* * * * * * * * * *
Angelina Jolie figured she'd been in action for about
an hour or so; no sign of Cindy C. Was the woman
hiding or something, or right behind her, or what? And
because those damned McMurdos had taken all her food,
she was getting hungry. Mentally telling THOSE urges
to take a back seat, she kept going through the
brushes.
Cindy Crawford did not like jungles. The bugs, the
mugginess, the fear that the next squashy thing she
stepped into might be very, very deep - she slapped at
another mosquito before it could have a drink from her
upper arm. And speaking of bugs, where was that...
"Ow--!"
What was THAT?! Cindy had stepped on something and
heard it - whatever... no, WHOever it was, it/he/she
had to be close by. Cindy looked down sharply; the
grass nearby was rustling in a manner that it hadn't
been earlier. And it was rustling backwards... Cindy
plunged her arms into the sea of grass and grabbed
something; thankfully it was something with skin. Not
fur, slime or shell; skin.
"You think you're so damn smart, Angelina...?!" Cindy
had dragged whoever it was to the surface, and found
herself holding a beautiful female, all right. But it
was Karen, grinning as she was clutched in Cindy's
hands.
"What are you..." the dumbfounded supermodel started,
before Karen cut her off with "ANGELINA! CINDY'S
HERE!!! I'VE GOT HER FOR YOU!!!" as she gripped Cindy
in turn ever tighter. Cindy tried to tear free, but
Miss Vinton was holding on like a magnet.
"This is CHEATING, dammit!" Cindy grunted, trying to
move with Karen's weight holding her back.
"You wouldn't say that if I was on your side!"
"Maybe not, but you aren't!" Cindy slapped Karen
across the face as hard as she could, and the stinging
slap caused Karen to lose her grip; Cindy broke free,
running through the greenery and not caring (much) if
she stepped on anything soft and deep...
Much sooner than Cindy would have liked, Angelina
Jolie rushed up. She'd gone from shock on hearing
Karen yell for her, to glee in hearing the message.
Following the way Karen pointed, Angelina took off
without saying a word to the woman who'd helped her;
but Karen was too giddy with delight to mind.
"DISQUALIFY THE PUFFY COW!" Sophie Anderton snapped.
"Can't you disqualify her or something?" Emmanuelle
Beart asked.
"Or all of them?" Kirsty Gallacher argued. "I mean,
first the business with Pale and Uninteresting here,"
indicating Asia Argento, "and now this. My girls tried
to play by the rules and all Lopez's girls did was
cheat cheat cheat; I mean, what is this, 'Wacky
Races'?"
"They all cheated on that show, not just Dastardly and
Muttley!" Madeleine McMurdo pointed out.
"Yeah, everybody forgets that," Gabby Logan added.
"Dastardly's only singled out because he always lost!"
"And he DESERVED it! He was CRAP!" Melissa George
argued.
"He was NOT CRAP!" Catherine Zeta Jones parried. "Now
the Anthill Mob, they were crap..."
"Oh that's IT!" Sophie Marceau yelled. "No one insults
Penelope Pitstop's protectors around ME, Jones..."
"Ah, the ladies of J-Lo's," Monica Bellucci sighed,
settling back with the other Cindy Inc. women. "So
mature."
* * * * * * * * * *
Branches flew across Cindy's face, she could feel
herself murdering innocent bugs by running over them,
and she had no idea where the hell she was going - but
she couldn't stop. Angelina was fitter than she was,
and all she could was hope she could put enough
distance between the lady to lose her. Cindy was just
relieved that she hadn't been seriously hurt yet -
The ground vanished beneath Cindy; she thought for a
microsecond she was about to fall down a ravine before
she felt the good hard ground crack against her
tailbone. Her relief changed instantly to fright as
her rapid slide started; Cindy had blundered over the
side of a hill and was rushing and bumping downwards.
Yelling as she plummeted, feeling the behind of her
shorts being worn through, Cindy tried to get a grip
on something to stop her slide, anything - grass,
rocks, anything - but she couldn't stop herself... and
there were the tops of some trees ahead, rising up and
coming closer. This wasn't going to be pretty...
"Ahhhhhhhhh SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTT!!!!!" Cindy howled as
she soared off the edge of the slope and plunged into
free air, helplessly tumbling down and down and down
towards the lake that the tall trees were at the side
of. Knowing her luck, Cindy thought the "lake" would
only be two feet deep, and that would be it for Cindy
Crawford - she wouldn't even have time to pray before
she hit...
She hit. And kept plunging down, before she kicked
against the flow and started swimming up to the
surface, relieved that her luck had changed. It was
cold, but at least she could feel the cold. And she
hadn't heard Angelina Jolie catching up to her... in
between letting out bubbles of the air she had taken
in before her bath, Cindy smiled to herself. She had a
chance - she still had a chance.
Standing by the cliff face, Angelina watched as the
dripping supermodel made her way out of the lake far
below. There had to be a safer way to get down there,
but it would take way too long. And she couldn't rely
on Karen again.
"If she can do it..." Angelina said, and launched
herself.
("Copycat," Louise Redknapp snorted as she and her
customer at the London branch watched Angelina Jolie
tumble down the slope and swan dive into the lake.)
Cindy hadn't dared to look back, just keeping going
forward - the morning was warm, blessedly; the last
thing she needed was to catch a cold. On she ran, sure
that she had a good lead on Angelina by now...
"Damn, that girl's faster than I thought," Melissa
George huffed.
Cindy was going quickly enough, all right. Quick
enough for her to regret it a few moments later -
because if she hadn't gone so quickly she might have
seen the curiously arranged ground in front of her.
And swerved to avoid it rather than run over it, and
fall into it.
* * * * * * * * * *
"YES!" Caroline shouted as Cindy was swallowed by the
hole, to surprised glances from everyone else there.
Not so much because of what she said, but because she
had said it just before Cindy had fallen into the
trap...
* * * * * * * * * *
Like Lachlan before her, Cindy didn't fall all the way
to the bottom. The good news was that if she had, she
wouldn't have landed on all manner of sharp and jagged
objects. The bad news was that she wasn't meant to;
she was meant to catch her foot in one of the sticks
hanging in the trap, which would set the trap loose
and send her flying back up like a mad bungee jumper,
out of the hole, and whizzing into the air, propelled
helplessly up into a tree. Cindy's breath, shortened
by the plunge, almost went into nothingness as she
soared upwards, with the intent of flying over the
tree and zooming over the trees to land who knows
where, but certainly with a lot of bones broken.
Cindy grabbed desperately at the branches as she flew;
she sprained a hand as she stopped her flight, but she
had stopped her flight. The beautiful supermodel
crashed among the branches, setting loose a few of the
birds that lived there; she ignored the angry chirps
of the avian tenants as she caught her breath, before
looking out of the branches. Too far to just jump
down; Chris Bonington she was not, but she didn't have
a choice. Moving carefully - the last thing she wanted
was for her journey downwards to be sped up by her
stepping on a rotten branch - Cindy began to negotiate
her way out of the top of the tree.
"Too bad there isn't a Butt-cam for when she climbs
down," Ernest sighed, and his sons nodded in
agreement.
"Almost worked," Caroline said.
"What almost worked?" asked Holly.
"Uhhh... we were almost rid of Cindy that time,"
Caroline replied hastily. "You know me, I can't stand
her."
"So you went and planted that specially for her team,
did you?" Holly asked, surprising the others from both
sides - they hadn't figured little Holly Valance for
being the Dr. Steve Sloan of Cindy Inc. "Or was it for
someone else?"
"Yeah, Caroline," Lachlan added, staring right at his
worried sister. "Who DID you put those traps for?"
"Traps? More than one?" Sophie Marceau asked,
attention away from Cindy's slow but steady descent.
"Yeah - the sis sent me in another direction, I go
down hill, and I nearly fall in this... this death
trap."
Caroline saw the look in her brother's eyes, and
behaved as the family had come to expect of her - she
crumbled right on the spot, pointing a finger at
Madeleine McMurdo and wailing "She gave me the
go-ahead! She did it! It was HER idea!"
Now all eyes were on the McMurdo matriarch, as the
doors opened. "Get the hell out of here - you weren't
invi--" Madeleine started, and then saw the mansion's
doctor standing there, slightly out of breath from the
running he had been doing to get there. They all knew
that it was something to do with Patty.
And for all but two of them, it was very good news.
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy Crawford didn't dare look down once as she
climbed down the tree trunk, searching out for
footrests anywhere she could. She knew that if she
just kept doing it, she'd make it; the trouble was,
what if she couldn't find any more holds? She wasn't
exactly a mountain-friendly girl...
"Omigod..." She couldn't find anything to hold. And
this damn trunk was too thick for her to reach all the
way around and move downwards that way; she realised
she could have taken her shirt off and used that, but
it was too late now. She couldn't go back up, and she
was starting to slip - Cindy nervously opened her eyes
and looked up. The top of the tree was a comfortingly
long distance away; but was it long enough? Only one
way to be sure... Cindy swallowed and let go of the
tree, and dropped back into the void.
Some void. She fell like ten inches.
Cindy went "Huh?!" as she realised she'd made it,
before starting to laugh with joy and relief. She'd
made it again - this was her lucky day. She was going
to win, she knew it for sure. "FUCK YOU, ANGELINA
JOLIE!!!" Cindy yelled in delight... and then she felt
herself slamming against the tree trunk.
"That's my job," Angelina Jolie hissed, one of her
elbows pressing into Cindy's back, while her arm
pulled on the collar of her shirt. Wriggling and
fighting to get out, Cindy felt her top come ripping
off, and Angelina's free hand whipping her shorts off.
Angelina patted Cindy's buns approvingly. "We're gonna
have a good time this morning," she laughed.
"We?!?" Cindy spat, as Angelina dropped to her knees,
still holding the supermodel by the tree, facing
Cindy's asscleft and licking her lips.
"I'll give you the choice, moleface. Anal or regular?"
"No J-Lo lady's going up MY ass," Cindy told her.
("Damn," Aisha Tyler muttered.
"You tell her!" Mischa Barton cheered.)
"Suit yourself," Angelina grinned, and stuck her head
between Cindy's legs, her hands clutching the older
woman's firm cheeks as she moved her tongue inside the
snatch. Angelina had wanted to ask Lopez how it
tasted, but even she hadn't had the nerve... mmmmmmm.
Not bad for an older woman... Angelina flicked her
tongue deep inside Cindy, pausing to lightly suck on
her box with those lips. She knew that if you wanted
to please a lady you couldn't just lick the surface -
doing "Girl, Interrupted" had been fun in that sense,
which was why fellow Lopez lady Winona Ryder hadn't
been that mad about being upstaged all the way to the
Oscars (though Angelina wished that Brittany Murphy
had told her she worked for Cindy BEFORE they had
fucked) - and going inside Cindy was the best revenge
of all. Damn, she was hot down here.
Angelina started to press her thumbs inside Cindy's
asshole as she continued eating, probing and burrowing
up her as she flicked and rubbed with her tongue,
listening as Cindy's resistance broke down bit by bit;
less and less of Cindy wanted to push her back and
fight, more and more wanted Angelina to eat her and
make her love every second of it. And she wanted
Jolie's hands up her butt... she wanted them now.
Sighing as she lay against the tree, Cindy felt her
cunt tingling on top of Angelina's lips. "That...
ain't...bad..." she found herself saying. "Don't
stop... pleasedon't stop..." She could feel herself
getting even warmer as she felt Angelina fondling her,
and her hands cupping her breasts.
"Not bad after two kids," said the English girl Cindy
had met earlier. Still lost in her ecstasy, Cindy
needed a few moments to realise what was happening,
but by then Karen had used the cord from the trap to
tie Cindy to the tree, smiling apologetically. "Sorry
about this, but Angelina's afraid you might run for it
before we can do it." And she started to push Cindy to
the ground, her hands on the woman's shoulders forcing
her down, with Angelina helping out by wrapping her
arms around Cindy's waist and pulling her further.
Cindy couldn't resist the force sending her to the
grass.
"Before we can do whaaAAAAAAAAAAA....!!!" Cindy's
question was cut off with a howl as she felt an object
thrusting up into her ass. Hard. Whatever it was
wasn't sharp, thank heavens, but it wasn't the most
pleasant thing she'd ever experienced. Twisting her
head around and looking up, Cindy saw Angelina shoving
and twisting something in and out of her butt,
laughing with delight as she pumped. "What..." she
gasped between jerks, "is... THAT?!?"
Karen stood in front of Cindy and tugged her head
upwards to face her crotch. "Never mind that," the
girl laughed. "Just eat up..."
With another thrust, Cindy dipped her head into the
slot between Karen's legs, and began to probe, trying
not to be aroused by the object fucking her ass - and
failing...
Resting against the tree and holding Cindy's head
against her muff, the strong English girl used her
free hand to aim the beacon skywards. Cindy's expert
mouth was finding her hot spots, while the lady
herself was yielding her fine ass to the smoothed
branch Angelina Jolie had fucked her out with.
"YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!" Jennifer Lopez screamed as Karen
fired. "I FINALLY BEAT YOU, MOLEY!!!!" She jumped off
the sofa in her office and began to dance with joy.
Charisma Carpenter felt an intense load of relief. Not
only had her team won, but they were all richer as a
result. And the other ladies wouldn't take it out on
her anymore. She extended a hand out to the boss, and
Jennifer Lopez actually shook it before pulling her
off the floor and dragging her into her dance. All was
forgiven.
Cindy Crawford's screams of coming drowned out the
beacon's bursting, but not her frustration. She'd be
getting $50 million, true, but that didn't ease how
she felt - no amount of money could have bought off
how humiliated and furious she felt. Both in terms of
the contest and literally, Angelina Jolie was the last
woman standing.
* * * * * * * * * *
"We are the champions, we are the champions, no time
for losers, 'cause we are the champions... OF THE
WORLD!!!" Gabby Logan and Leeann Tweeden proved that
as singers, they made very good celebrity prostitutes.
Their singing was echoed by J-Lo supporters the world
over (starting with Martha Stewart), while Rande's
inbox filled with crowing messages from enemies, and
Cindy Inc. devotees hurled abuse at the screen. Some
of that abuse was coming from Holly Valance and Sophie
Anderton, alternating between wailing and gnashing of
teeth over Cindy's predicament and litigious comments
over Angelina's geneology. They, and the others, plus
Lisa Dergan and Kirsty Gallacher, were with the
McMurdos in Patty's room, watching it there at her
insistence. She was pale, and sweaty, but she was
alive. And pissed at how it had turned out.
"They cheated!" Emmanuelle spat. "All the time they
cheated!"
"They did," Patty whispered as she and the others
watched the helicopter pick up Cindy, Angelina and
Karen and begin the journey back. "And you let them
get away with it."
"We didn't know..." Lachlan started.
"I know most of you didn't," Patty interrupted. "But
you did, didn't you Mom?"
"What did I have to do with it?" Madeleine asked.
"You were the one who poisoned me, is what you had to
do with it," Patty answered. "You shouldn't have
talked to me before you fired."
"I wanted you to know who it was," Madeleine told her
bitterly.
"What... you?" Ernest said. "And Carter too?"
"Carter?" Patty asked weakly. "Him too?"
"Yes, dammit, him too," the matriarch said bluntly, to
shocked looks from celebrities and relatives alike. "I
had too much money on this to risk any problems. You
know what the people we're dealing with are like. Plus
I never liked you anyway - fucking lezzie. The only
one of you I had any time for was Caroline."
"Oh yes. Caroline," Monica said coldly. "I don't
suppose you have ESP? Otherwise you knew about that
trap that caught Cindy."
"And the one that nearly got me," Lachlan added
heatedly. "You were betting on the result too, weren't
you? Was anyone in this family NOT rigging it?"
"I wasn't," Ernest said, trying to hold himself
together in the face of his family being exposed as a
pit of murdering cheaters. "I wanted Cindy to win but
I wanted it to happen fair and square."
"Always thinking with your dick, weren't you?"
Madeleine snapped. "Caroline hated that too. She
always was the only one with any sense - if it wasn't
for her I'd have never found out about Karen."
"So you put her out there as well?" Melissa asked.
"No, the silly bitch did that all on her own,"
Caroline replied, as the sound of the helicopter
neared them. "She couldn't stop yakking about having
Jolie here all the time - "
"Tell me about it," Sophie Marceau sighed. "But what
else is there to know about Miss Vinton?"
* * * * * * * * * *
"Cindy?"
"What?" Cindy said in a low voice.
"You know, it's not so bad," Angelina told her as they
sat together in the helicopter, a flushed but happy
Karen facing them. "You put up a good fight; you get
fifty million bucks out of it, and you don't have to
go to bed with Lachlan McMurdo however many times it
takes to give him a son."
"Yeah, but still... it's a matter of pride. Losing to
J-Lo's and getting seen by the whole world..."
"That'll keep the boss on cloud nine for days,"
Angelina cackled.
"Karen... what were you doing out there?" Cindy asked
the maid. "Are you really that hot for Jolie?"
Karen nodded, giving Angelina a ready smile. "Yeah,
she's cool - but that wasn't the only reason I was out
there putting all the bugs. See... I was kind of
hoping to get a few of the McMurdos as well."
"You had them bugged too?"
"Yep," Karen said, wiping her head. "Caroline's idea.
She caught me getting a couple of them inside, and
told me to do the others as well. Suited me - I was
tired of how my family treated me..."
"YOUR family!?" Cindy and Angelina asked together.
- - - - - - - - - -
"Karen's his daughter," Madeleine said stiffly,
pointing to Ernest. "By his last wife. The little brat
was about 12 when they split up, and I married Ernest
about a year after she died. He never even told me she
was his daughter when he "hired" her as the maid."
- - - - - - - - - -
"He said I was the daughter of a really good friend
who'd died in a car accident, and he'd promised to
take care of me. He didn't want me to have it too easy
or make any visitors suspicious, so he had me work for
my keep."
"You didn't get that on 'Diff'rent Strokes,'" Cindy
mused.
"The thing is, I wanted Dad to admit that I was a
member of the family," Karen continued as the copter
neared the estate. "He said he couldn't - he said his
wife wouldn't forgive him, he had to keep the family
together and all that crap."
"So you went out there to try and get the McMurdos
while they were hunting us?" Angelina asked.
"Not all of them," Karen admitted. "Lachlan was the
only one of the kids who gave me a break... I wasn't
going after him. Or Dad... he's my dad. But I found
that I couldn't really do it... I like fucking, not
killing."
"Melissa George isn't gonna like seeing you."
"Shame. She was nice. So were you."
* * * * * * * * * *
"And then what?" Kirsty asked.
"I'm not saying anything else until I get my lawyer,"
Caroline said.
"You've been shooting your mouth off in front of lord
knows how many people and NOW you want a lawyer? The
rich really are different from you and me," Melissa
sighed.
"Not always," Lisa suggested. "They're up for it
anywhere, rich or poor, right Sophie?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sophie
Anderton blushed.
"Oh, I think you do," the blonde cooed. "Remember when
you and your brother were doing Monica? I heard the
brother say you liked poking Sophie both times. And
I'm pretty sure it wasn't Sophie Marceau they were
talking about because she got taken out without the
aid of a cock."
Now both Sophie A and Lachlan were blushing.
"Is this true?" Ernest asked.
"They were fucking on the way from the airfield,"
Holly chipped in. "We all had bets on how long they'd
last."
"And I won," Monica added.
"Yeah, okay, stop gloating."
"You weren't supposed to poke any of the ladies before
the contest started, kid!" Caroline shouted. "Oh MAN!
Jeez, that's this family's men for you - always
thinking with their dicks..."
"It was just a quick thing! I didn't even put it in
her cunt!" Lachlan argued.
"Oh, stop selling yourself short," Sophie A smiled.
"He didn't; he sold himself for $150 million," Ernest
said. "Any fucking of the contestants beforehand and
the whole thing is void."
"Is this true?" Emmanuelle asked hopefully. Lachlan's
sullen look and the glares on his parents' faces told
her the answer.
"Poor Angelina," Holly lied. "After all that."
* * * * * * * * * *
Angelina Jolie hadn't been so angry since she saw the
final version of "Life Or Something Like It."
"It's WHAT?!?!" she screamed, greeted on the ground by
an impossibly smug-looking Emmanuelle Beart with the
news. "We go running all over this jungle fucking each
other for hours and it's CANCELLED?!? So we don't get
the money?!?"
"Yes and no," Ernest McMurdo replied, his feelings
soothed by his wife and older daughter trussed up,
waiting for the boys in blue to arrive and take the
two whining bitches away. If only all reality TV shows
could involve people being dragged away never to
return. "If it's any consolation, Cindy Crawford won't
get the $50 million either. We will see to it that you
all get some kind of compensation for your time..."
"Look at it this way," Cindy added. "You won't have to
go to bed with Lachlan for however long it takes to
give him a son. And one more thing, Angelina..."
"What?"
"Karen's a nicer fuck than you are."
* * * * * * * * * *
Charisma Carpenter felt the last straps tightening
around her wrists, put in place by a seething Jennifer
Lopez. They had both seen that "Perry Mason moment"
when the truth about Lachlan and Sophie had come out,
and a quick phone call to the bookmakers had confirmed
J-Lo's deepest fears - if the McMurdos weren't going
to pay out, neither were they.
"Look," Charisma begged, "I didn't know they had done
it on the way from the airport! I'm not psychic in
real life; c'mon!"
"I. Do. Not. Care," Lopez gritted, fitting the nipple
clamps to Charisma tightly. "Everyone here is going to
take it out on you for the next 24 hours. Whores and
customers alike." The Bronx woman nodded to Uma
Thurman and Keira Knightley, who both heaved on the
ropes, pulling Charisma up into the air and upside
down, the cords from the clamps connecting her to the
ground.
"You can't leave me like this..." Charisma moaned.
"Of course we're not," Jennifer assured her. "We'll
let you down after we've all had one go at you. Me
first..." Lightly brandishing a little lash, she drew
it slowly along Charisma's exposed pussy, swirling the
tip and seeing the tall brunette giggle in pleasure.
Jennifer wielded the lash and cracked it on Charisma's
chest, enough to sting but not to hurt. "Now,"
Jennifer said, "I'm going to leave you in their
capable hands; leave some for the others, okay?"
Charisma felt Keira's hand grabbing her side tightly;
it didn't feel like she was in the mood for some TLC.
It was going to be a long day...
* * * * * * * * * *
"It's going to be a long day," Gabby Logan sighed as
she got onto the plane. Unlike the journey to McMurdo
Island, all the J-Lo ladies were going back to the
mainland together, commentators and non-commentators
alike. The air was heavy with bad feelings; what with
losing the money and having to spend time with the
riff-raff (none of them were very fond of Leeann and
Gabby), it was a sullen septet that felt their ears go
pop as the plane taxied down the runway for takeoff.
"Who's going to take it from Lopez?" Melissa asked.
"Angelina, of course," Catherine laughed.
"No chance," said the leader. "If Lopez has my ass for
breakfast she's getting all of yours as well."
"Look on the bright side," Sophie M pointed out. "They
could have Cindy's ladies on board as well. Luxuries
of having a private jet."
"Too bad we couldn't bring Karen along," Asia
suggested. "I need someone to work all this off on."
"Same here," Angelina snapped, and made to grab Asia,
who scurried back, shaking her head. She didn't like
to fuck a lady with tattoos...
* * * * * * * * * *
Patty McMurdo's form had no tattoos whatsoever, for
which Holly Valance was thankful. Dragons' tails
entwining on an otherwise nice buttock was a
passion-killer, she thought as she sank her teeth into
the recovering young woman's rump. Patty squealed in
delight as Holly took another love bite, stroking the
invalid's tender flesh and kissing the area around the
bite. "You're only supposed to leave one!" Emmanuelle
Beart chided as she, Kirsty Gallacher, Monica
Bellucci, Lisa Dergan, Sophie Anderton and Cindy
Crawford, all in various states of undress, lounged
around Patty's bedroom eyeing the nude ladies in the
centre of the room.
"Oh, don't be a grumpy gus," Patty moaned. "Call it a
souvenir to go with the others..." she let her voice
tail off with a happy sigh as Holly ran her tongue
along the inside of her thigh. Holly had been the last
to go one-on-one with Patty; Cindy and the others had
originally planned to leave at the same time as the
J-Lo Mob, but Ernest had offered them $25 million to
serve Patty, knowing how his daughter felt about them.
Cindy had agreed to stay, and had also broken new
ground for celebrity prostitutes by offering to have
sex with Patty for free; since she was the only lady
there who hadn't tried, in some way, to let them down,
the other ladies agreed to go along. The girl deserved
it.
Patty's small breasts were decorated with red lipstick
from the commentators, with her nipples shiny and
rock-hard from Lisa's mouth in particular. Seeing the
two staring at her, and with her eyes half-closed as
she enjoyed Holly's lips, Patty beckoned them all to
come closer. Lisa and Kirsty started forward while the
others stayed behind. "All of you..." Patty said.
"There's plenty here..."
The women all rushed forward; Sophie rudely crashed
between her legs, wedging in beside Holly, and
suddenly Patty had two tongues deep inside her cunt.
Double her pleasure and double her fun, as Holly and
Sophie declared a thumb war inside, their mouths
sizzling as each woman licked and flicked within.
Monica and Emmanuelle closed their lips around Patty's
tits; it was even better when the woman they did this
to had lots of milk inside, but in this case that was
out of the question so far. In any case, each lady
sucked her chosen boob eagerly, stroking what parts of
her they could find underneath the other women.
Patty tried to roll over a bit to give those wanting
to get at her butt some space, but it was impossible
with all the weight on top of her. And then Lisa
Dergan had planted her blonde cunt on the girl's face,
leaving Cindy Crawford and Kirsty Gallacher as the
bridesmaids at this party, with Patty hidden
underneath all the writhing ladies, and Lisa's
exultant face as she felt Patty start to excavate her
muff saying everything. Cindy clenched her fists in
frustration - she'd have to wait until one of them was
finished before she could get in...
"Forgotten somebody?" Kirsty asked, as she rested a
hand on Cindy's ass and thrust herself right next to
the boss, giving Cindy the full benefit of her jugs.
Cindy cast an eye to the mob in the room, and then
looked right at Kirsty.
"As long as Murdoch doesn't interrupt again," she
smiled, and kissed Kirsty, rubbing the Brit's large
tits. Mmmmmmm... just imagine her pregnant. Fondling
the boobs and waiting for her nipples to harden, Cindy
felt Kirsty's hands moving delicately over her butt
and travelling up and down her back. The two women
kissed each other again, ignoring the rising noise
behind them. Cindy kept stroking Kirsty's jugs while
moving her hips forward, so that her cunt lightly
brushed Kirsty's; shame that Miss G had more bush. The
way their slots felt when they could actually touch...
Holly's tongue was moving alongside Sophie's; she felt
their tongues prodding next to each other inside
Patty's pussy. She got a sideways look at the
raven-haired beauty, too engrossed in eating out Patty
to notice that Holly was liking how the two tastes
mixed. Sophie didn't notice anything until Holly took
her hand and put it on one of her tender perky
breasts; she kept licking Patty's increasingly hot and
moist box, but Holly's mumbles began to heighten,
because Sophie was exploring the Australian's tits.
Patty, now free of Lisa's muff, threw her head back
with happiness and begged Holly and Sophie to keep
going, feeling half way better now.
The sight of Lisa Dergan and Emmanuelle Beart with
Monica Bellucci would have brought Patty all the way
back; Lisa had one of Monica's nips in her mouth, and
was playing with the massive boob to which it was
attached. Boy oh boy, this was a step or 80 up from
Lisa "Spoilsport" Guerrero - and oooooooooh, the
woman's milk was sweet. (Lisa made a mental note to
ask her if she was carrying a kid in there.) The
blonde kept suckling on Monica, feeling her hand
patting her head soothingly; Lisa placed her arms
around Monica, drawing her lips back and looking at
the drop that formed on the Italian's nipple-end. She
licked the milk off her lips and rubbed the tit,
waiting for Emmanuelle to finish; the Frenchwoman had
the tip of Monica's other breast moving around her
snatch, manipulated with the ease of a woman who'd
done this before and often. Watching Emmanuelle's
mouth exhaling and inhaling with the feelings she was
getting, Lisa was wondering what Bellucci milk
flavoured with cunt de Beart would taste like.
Kirsty, flat on the floor with Cindy kissing the area
between her breasts, was the first to see Lachlan and
Philip standing there, watching and grinning. She was
used to men checking her out, so she lazily beckoned
to them, her mind more on Cindy's lips and the way her
long brunette hair brushed arousingly on her skin.
Philip cast his eyes on Cindy's bared butt, and nodded
with a "Mmmmmmm."
"Don't even think it, Philip," Cindy murmured as she
nuzzled the presenter. "We're only letting Lachlan
play..."
"Yeah, we heard that crack about Cindy's tits," Kirsty
added, shivering with ecstasy as the boss dipped her
tongue inside her plump box. "Philip gets to watch and
that's... ohhhhhhhhhh...." She couldn't say anything
else; Cindy had her mouth working on her.
On the screen it was hard for Lachlan, spying on the
goings-on, to decide which coupling to try and crash.
But as his chosen lady burst into orgasmic delight, he
made his pick...
"Nice of them to keep the cameras in there as well,"
Kelly Brook said to herself as she watched the ladies
in action, an eye out for anyone coming - although
Lopez had made it clear that no one at J-Lo's was to
be watching it after the money went bye-bye, several
of them still wanted to see how it ended. And Kelly
figured she might as well be there for her friends
Sophie and Kirsty. Plus the client was always right.
"Who's doing Cindy C?" asked Stacy Rogers, coming out
of the bathroom and ready for a good afternoon's
fucking.
"Never mind that," Kelly laughed, settling onto the
bed with her client. "Concentrate on who's doing me."
"Oh, I will," Stacy smiled, bending forward to kiss
the brunette. "I will."
* * * * * * * * * *
Lisa Dergan exited the doctor's office in a daze. It
was positive.
Holding the results and checking the card that Lachlan
McMurdo had given her, the
soon-to-be-$100-million-richer woman went to make the
phone call, unaware that several hours earlier, the
already-$100-million-richer Kirsty Gallacher had done
the same thing.
* * * * * * * * * *
May means a lot of things to a lot of people. For the
English, it's a month that begins and ends with that
wonderful invention, a bank holiday. For Hollywood,
it's the start of that license to print (or lose)
money called the blockbuster season. And for students,
it's the time when exams loom like thunderclouds on
the horizon.
Rhona Mitra's student days were far behind her, but
she was English and in Hollywood, and best of all, she
was what in Cindy Inc. parlance was a "have." At this
time of year, many of the actresses signed up to
either Cindy or Jennifer Lopez's books either "had"
slots in the fall schedule or "had not." And watching
her ladies in action from her office at home, Cindy
Crawford was sorry to see that three of her ladies
"had not." And it was going to affect their work for
days afterwards.
supermodel, mother, and celebrity bordello owner. The
conduct of the celebs here is obviously not how they
are in real life; the story isn't for under-18s, and
praise, complaints or whatever to go to the message
boards or to cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk (And if Evil
is reading this, Jessica Simpson WILL return in a
future story - the very next one, in fact.)
Peviously on Cindy Inc.: The contest to see who'll be
"lucky" enough to mother Lachlan McMurdo's kid has now
been whittled down to two; one is Angelina Jolie, but
will the other be Cindy Crawford or Monica Bellucci?
(And who's trying to off Lachlan?) Now read on...
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy finished unbuttoning her shirt and slipped it
off her torso as Lachlan and Philip came closer, the
latter starting to unzip his trousers with a leer on
his face. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and she
was tempted to fondle her breasts for their benefit,
but instead she just sat there, waiting for them to
get on with it.
Philip placed himself right in front of Cindy's face,
his hand still inside his trousers. He winked at her
as he prepared to fish his pride and joy out, and
Cindy prepared to blow him; even at this stage, she
wanted to give him the best one she could... and out
came his hand. Clenched in a fist. With the middle
finger out.
"PSYCH!" the brothers cackled, as Philip stepped back,
loving the dumbfounded look on Cindy's face, and the
resigned one on Monica's; secretly she had hoped that
they would take up the boss on her offer.
"I was never going to take you over Monica. Not in a
million years," Philip told her. "For a start, I like
women who actually have boobs."
"Excuse me?!" Lachlan snapped.
("Excuse me?!" Gwyneth Paltrow snapped. She may have
been pregnant, but she knew the growth spurt in her
cleavage wouldn't last.)
"I'm flattered," Monica said as Philip started to lift
her up, levering her up the tree without untying her
until she was on a level with Philip's crotch. "But I
don't know if I want it under these circumst--"
"Shut it, Crawford slut. You don't have a choice in
this thing. Hey brother o'mine, can you keep Cindy in
her place?" And Philip threw Lachlan the rest of the
rope, which the man used to tie Cindy up, a very
apologetic look on his face. "You might not be getting
it now, but you do get to watch, with all the viewers
at home. Isn't that fun?"
"Why don't you just fuck me now and get it over with?"
Cindy asked.
("Because Lachlan wants to save her for last, you
silly slapper!" Jodi Albert from "Hollyoaks" shouted
at the screen.)
"Because it's more fun when it's at the end of a
chase," Philip replied, taking his cock out for real
this time and waving it in front of Monica's
unimpressed face, watching as it stiffened (the cock,
not Monica's face). "Nice, isn't it? You probably
haven't seen many men with bigger pricks..."
"I've seen 13-year-old boys with bigger pricks,"
Monica told him. "Some of them even know how to use
them properly."
"You don't mean...?"
"That's for me to know and you to never find
ouMMMMPHHH - " Monica's response was cut off by Philip
stuffing his cock into her mouth. Monica fleetingly
considered doing a Mrs. Garp, then thought better of
it and started to do what was expected of her, drawing
the cheeks on her face in and sucking hard on him,
wishing that he'd let some of the prick out of her
throat but glad that he wasn't so big that she'd
choke. Monica's tongue rolled around Philip's rod as
she slurped away, with Cindy having a front row seat
of the action; the man had an expression of intense
bliss on his face, as if he'd just been told that the
Wachowski brothers had become Tibetan monks.
Monica's grunts and quick snatches of air were
interruped when Lachlan managed to squeeze under the
captive Italian. If ever a woman lived up to Thomas
Harris's description of "a girl and a half in all
directions," it was her; reaching over her and
grabbing hold of her funbags ("Hey, those are MINE,
you American dickhead!" Vincent Cassel shouted.
"Technically, they're hers," Alizee pointed out.),
Lachlan pressed as much of himself against her hot
nude form as he could, feeling Monica's nipples and
rolling them between his fingers. "You milk those
udders, Lackey..." Philip panted, feeling Monica's
tongue probing the tip of his boiling cock. "You said
Sophie was nice both times, but who says less is
more...?"
("Is that a fact," Lisa Dergan said at the mansion,
her face looking thoughtful. Though ironically the
dumbest-looking of the four commentators, it was she
who had noticed the implications of what he said.)
Philip dug his hands in Monica's waves of black hair
and forced her head closer to him. "Yeah, you big
Italian bitch, you do it..." Cindy and Monica both
rolled their eyes at his scintillating dialogue;
Lachlan at least kept his mouth shut as he felt the
tall woman's body, licking her shoulderblades as he
found Monica's mouthwateringly hairy pussy. Lachlan
loved ladies with lots of growth below, and if they
had beautiful fat cunts it was even better; Monica
Bellucci was both, and Lachlan's cock became even
stiffer when he ran his fingers along her slit.
Spreading it open, he pressed his middle finger into
her as he thrust himself up, grinding his cock into
Monica's ass. Aaaaaah, Monica Bellucci's big, sexy
ass. The position wasn't too comfortable, but the
destination was...
Lachlan's prick sank into her tight, snug asshole like
a knife entering butter. He ignored her muffled cries
as he slid in and out of her, enjoying how she wiggled
around under the thrusting of his rod. Monica's behind
had tantalized him for years, and he could feel
himself starting to cream almost as soon as he stuck
it inside... Lachlan grabbed hold of Monica's buns as
he swirled the middle finger of his other hand inside
her muff, grinding faster behind her, as Philip turned
the air blue while he tugged on Monica's head, letting
his come out with a long, loud howl. Her mouth was
closed tight around his prick, but as Philip loudly
yelled that MONICA GAVE THE BEST FUCKING HEAD
EVER!!!!!! Cindy could see a few drops seep out from
around Monica's lips, as she herself started shaking.
Soon either she would come from Lachlan, or Lachlan
would come in her ass. Either way, Monica Bellucci was
out.
Fifteen seconds later, there were two. And Scarlett
Johansson cracked open the champagne; she had not been
happy about losing to Monica.
Philip tugged his cock from her mouth, the tip still
dripping some of the come that hadn't gone down her
throat, and freeing Monica to finally get some more
air, panting and gasping from Lachlan still thrusting
her prick into her butt, and the breath rushing out
onto Philip's prick. With his gaze firmly on the
thrashing captive, he backed away to where his pack
was, fumbling behind him and throwing it over to
Cindy. "Get out the gun and put in the red cartridge,"
he said excitedly, enjoying how Monica's legs were
splayed open as she bucked on top of his grinding
brother.
"Er, hello? I'm still tied up here," Cindy pointed
out.
Philip cursed himself as he realised she had a point.
Half of him wanted to shoot the One To Go beacon right
away, but the other half was aware that Monica
freaking Bellucci was getting butt-fucked right in
front of him; she was shoving herself up and down on
Lachlan's cock, giving it all she had, groaning loudly
and breasts jiggling as she matched Lachlan thrust for
thrust. Both Philip and Cindy had to grin a little;
even in these circumstances she was a company woman to
the end. Lachlan sounded as if he couldn't hold out;
he wanted to savour Monica's backside for as long as
he could, connossieur of the female ass that he was,
but the way he was swearing to his captive and the way
his balls were slapping against her as she said
nothing but "Aaaaa!!!" and "Ohhhhh!!!!" it wouldn't be
long.
Monica's cries and Lachlan's screams built as he
pumped against her faster, and as Lachlan yelled
"OHFUCKYESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!" Philip knew that he could
fire now. Just as Lachlan just had.
The sky soon lit up with a blast that illuminated
Monica's naked body for a second time that early
morning, but this time it was different; instead of
the usual white light, it was all red, yellow and
green. Cindy and Monica didn't need to be told what
that meant. It meant that they were down to the last
two; this time, when the copter arrived to pick up
Monica, it would get the McMurdos as well.
"The good news is, you get to sleep until 8 am,"
Lachlan, now free of Monica's asshole, told Cindy.
"Then you'll get the wakeup call, and it'll be time
for you and whoever it is left on the other team. You
and her. One on one. All the marbles, people..."
"Okay okay, I get it," Cindy replied as she helped
Monica up, the two women still chafed at their wrists;
Monica was also feeling Lachlan's come seeping out of
her chute. She needed a cloth or something; not much
chance of it being on the approaching chopper. "Keep
the ladies in line, okay Mon?"
"I'll do my best," the Italian said. "Emmanuelle and
Sophie have probably killed now."
"No weapons, just your natural abilities," Philip
added, taking their rucksacks. "So that shouldn't take
too long for her to get you."
"I can push him out of the helicopter if you want,"
Monica offered as the chopper, hovering above their
heads, lowered the rope ladder. Cindy came REALLY
close to taking her up on her offer.
* * * * * * * * * *
Angelina Jolie, now stripped of all but her clothes,
watched the helicopter fly off. She'd gotten the news
about Cindy being the only one left on the opposing
side, and all the other details. (It would have to be
Cindy freaking Crawford making it to the final round,
wouldn't it? Then again, Angelina would never have
forgiven herself if she herself hadn't been the J-Lo's
rep in the last stages.) Angelina snuggled down
amongst the leaves and settled in for a few hours's
sleep; she was going to need it, now that it was just
the two of them.
Several yards away, Karen kept an eye on the sleeping
actress. There was no way Cindy would win if she could
help it.
* * * * * * * * * *
Morning broke over the island; sunlight pierced the
jungle tops, highlighting the dozing brunettes, each
slumbering in their place.
"When the hell are they going to wake up?!" Holly
Valance grumbled as she sat up in bed. "It's like
watching 24-hour 'Big Brother'..."
"It'll happen," Catherine Zeta-Jones said as she held
her companion. "Now come here, I'll help you pass the
time before it starts..."
"You've fucked me four times already!" Holly argued.
"Cindy'll kill me when she finds out."
"IF she finds out," Catherine points out. "But she
won't - Michael doesn't mind me working for Lopez, so
I didn't blow up when he was with you."
"You talk about your jobs in bed?!"
"All the time," Catherine smiled. "Now be a good girl
and spread those legs for me."
"Sorry, I'm not in the mood," Holly grumbled. "I just
want this game to start up again. Plus I... don't
really like spending too long with one lady. Unless
she's Renee Zellweger... now there was a girl with a
bum I loved playing with for days..."
"You and Renee ZELLWEGER?!?!" Catherine shouted, not
as loudly as the siren that suddenly shattered the
morning mood all over the island - and cut through the
jungle, waking up both Cindy Crawford and Angelina
Jolie with a jerk - but close...
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy hadn't slept for long, but she was grateful for
what sleep she had managed to get. She was also
grateful and surprised that she still retained her
hearing; that siren was probably echoing around
Alabama. Shaking her head for a moment to clear
herself, she got up and started moving, not pausing to
think over which way to go; if she was moving away
from Angelina, all the good. If she was heading
towards her, even better - it was time to finish this.
Angelina padded through the jungle like a cat, eyes
darting hither and thither as she waited for a sign
that her moled rival was in the area. She too had
gotten up and immediately began to move; no sense in
sitting there and waiting for Crawford to come up to
her, though she knew she could take her. There wasn't
a sound coming from her as she slinked onwards; her
only regret was that she couldn't track down Cindy any
more. A drawback, but at least Cindy C couldn't track
HER either.
In the luxury of the mansion, the McMurdos and the
ladies studied the screens, Ernest casually letting
his eyes move over to one of the prostitutes, and
feeling Madeleine's angry eyes burning into him, and
not caring. Not being attached, Philip and Carter had
their hands on the thighs of Sophie Marceau and
Melissa George respectively, whispering stuff into
their ears and making them laugh dirtily - "SSSSH!
Keep it down!" Gabby Logan snapped. "You never know;
you could break our mood when something happens."
Something was happening elsewhere on the estate; Patty
McMurdo opened her eyes, breathing shallowly but
steadily. She had soaked the pillow and sheets with
her sweat; her fever had broken. Gingerly looking
around the room, she rested her hand on the bedside
buzzer and pressed it twice.
* * * * * * * * * *
The arrival of the McMurdos had been the cue for the
help to scurry back to their quarters, especially
since the elder generation was around. But they left
with many pleasant memories, and a few bitter ones -
it hadn't escaped the notice of several of the men
that Monica hadn't come back yet.
Not that Asia missed her; she was still pissed over
having lost to her, and lost badly. Not even the
cleaning staff had helped her get over it. It was with
some bitterness that she saw the brood striding into
the living room, with that so-and-so Bellucci in front
of them - they captured her and she was leading the
way? Had she conquered them too, or did they just want
to watch her wiggle? (The latter, obviously.) Holly,
Sophie A, and Emmanuelle were happier to see the gang
almost complete; more support for them. Melissa,
Sophie M and Catherine were more subdued in their
welcome - the joy on seeing another person from the
other side brought down was wiped out by realising
that she was stuck with THEM now.
"Well, I'm surprised you're still in one piece," said
Monica to Emmanuelle.
"I kept them in line," Manon des Sources giggled. "And
some of the others..."
"Once a whore, always a whore," Madeleine muttered.
"Leave them alone," Ernest grumbled. "At least they do
something for a living."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean, you've been attacking them ever since they
got here - you went along with Lachlan's idea just
fine until he brought it around here. They actually
work for a living - "
"And I don't?!"
"Oooooh, fight!" yelled Holly and Melissa with
Antipodean glee, leaning forward in anticipation of
domestic fireworks and agreeing with each other for
the first time in months.
* * * * * * * * * *
Angelina Jolie figured she'd been in action for about
an hour or so; no sign of Cindy C. Was the woman
hiding or something, or right behind her, or what? And
because those damned McMurdos had taken all her food,
she was getting hungry. Mentally telling THOSE urges
to take a back seat, she kept going through the
brushes.
Cindy Crawford did not like jungles. The bugs, the
mugginess, the fear that the next squashy thing she
stepped into might be very, very deep - she slapped at
another mosquito before it could have a drink from her
upper arm. And speaking of bugs, where was that...
"Ow--!"
What was THAT?! Cindy had stepped on something and
heard it - whatever... no, WHOever it was, it/he/she
had to be close by. Cindy looked down sharply; the
grass nearby was rustling in a manner that it hadn't
been earlier. And it was rustling backwards... Cindy
plunged her arms into the sea of grass and grabbed
something; thankfully it was something with skin. Not
fur, slime or shell; skin.
"You think you're so damn smart, Angelina...?!" Cindy
had dragged whoever it was to the surface, and found
herself holding a beautiful female, all right. But it
was Karen, grinning as she was clutched in Cindy's
hands.
"What are you..." the dumbfounded supermodel started,
before Karen cut her off with "ANGELINA! CINDY'S
HERE!!! I'VE GOT HER FOR YOU!!!" as she gripped Cindy
in turn ever tighter. Cindy tried to tear free, but
Miss Vinton was holding on like a magnet.
"This is CHEATING, dammit!" Cindy grunted, trying to
move with Karen's weight holding her back.
"You wouldn't say that if I was on your side!"
"Maybe not, but you aren't!" Cindy slapped Karen
across the face as hard as she could, and the stinging
slap caused Karen to lose her grip; Cindy broke free,
running through the greenery and not caring (much) if
she stepped on anything soft and deep...
Much sooner than Cindy would have liked, Angelina
Jolie rushed up. She'd gone from shock on hearing
Karen yell for her, to glee in hearing the message.
Following the way Karen pointed, Angelina took off
without saying a word to the woman who'd helped her;
but Karen was too giddy with delight to mind.
"DISQUALIFY THE PUFFY COW!" Sophie Anderton snapped.
"Can't you disqualify her or something?" Emmanuelle
Beart asked.
"Or all of them?" Kirsty Gallacher argued. "I mean,
first the business with Pale and Uninteresting here,"
indicating Asia Argento, "and now this. My girls tried
to play by the rules and all Lopez's girls did was
cheat cheat cheat; I mean, what is this, 'Wacky
Races'?"
"They all cheated on that show, not just Dastardly and
Muttley!" Madeleine McMurdo pointed out.
"Yeah, everybody forgets that," Gabby Logan added.
"Dastardly's only singled out because he always lost!"
"And he DESERVED it! He was CRAP!" Melissa George
argued.
"He was NOT CRAP!" Catherine Zeta Jones parried. "Now
the Anthill Mob, they were crap..."
"Oh that's IT!" Sophie Marceau yelled. "No one insults
Penelope Pitstop's protectors around ME, Jones..."
"Ah, the ladies of J-Lo's," Monica Bellucci sighed,
settling back with the other Cindy Inc. women. "So
mature."
* * * * * * * * * *
Branches flew across Cindy's face, she could feel
herself murdering innocent bugs by running over them,
and she had no idea where the hell she was going - but
she couldn't stop. Angelina was fitter than she was,
and all she could was hope she could put enough
distance between the lady to lose her. Cindy was just
relieved that she hadn't been seriously hurt yet -
The ground vanished beneath Cindy; she thought for a
microsecond she was about to fall down a ravine before
she felt the good hard ground crack against her
tailbone. Her relief changed instantly to fright as
her rapid slide started; Cindy had blundered over the
side of a hill and was rushing and bumping downwards.
Yelling as she plummeted, feeling the behind of her
shorts being worn through, Cindy tried to get a grip
on something to stop her slide, anything - grass,
rocks, anything - but she couldn't stop herself... and
there were the tops of some trees ahead, rising up and
coming closer. This wasn't going to be pretty...
"Ahhhhhhhhh SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTT!!!!!" Cindy howled as
she soared off the edge of the slope and plunged into
free air, helplessly tumbling down and down and down
towards the lake that the tall trees were at the side
of. Knowing her luck, Cindy thought the "lake" would
only be two feet deep, and that would be it for Cindy
Crawford - she wouldn't even have time to pray before
she hit...
She hit. And kept plunging down, before she kicked
against the flow and started swimming up to the
surface, relieved that her luck had changed. It was
cold, but at least she could feel the cold. And she
hadn't heard Angelina Jolie catching up to her... in
between letting out bubbles of the air she had taken
in before her bath, Cindy smiled to herself. She had a
chance - she still had a chance.
Standing by the cliff face, Angelina watched as the
dripping supermodel made her way out of the lake far
below. There had to be a safer way to get down there,
but it would take way too long. And she couldn't rely
on Karen again.
"If she can do it..." Angelina said, and launched
herself.
("Copycat," Louise Redknapp snorted as she and her
customer at the London branch watched Angelina Jolie
tumble down the slope and swan dive into the lake.)
Cindy hadn't dared to look back, just keeping going
forward - the morning was warm, blessedly; the last
thing she needed was to catch a cold. On she ran, sure
that she had a good lead on Angelina by now...
"Damn, that girl's faster than I thought," Melissa
George huffed.
Cindy was going quickly enough, all right. Quick
enough for her to regret it a few moments later -
because if she hadn't gone so quickly she might have
seen the curiously arranged ground in front of her.
And swerved to avoid it rather than run over it, and
fall into it.
* * * * * * * * * *
"YES!" Caroline shouted as Cindy was swallowed by the
hole, to surprised glances from everyone else there.
Not so much because of what she said, but because she
had said it just before Cindy had fallen into the
trap...
* * * * * * * * * *
Like Lachlan before her, Cindy didn't fall all the way
to the bottom. The good news was that if she had, she
wouldn't have landed on all manner of sharp and jagged
objects. The bad news was that she wasn't meant to;
she was meant to catch her foot in one of the sticks
hanging in the trap, which would set the trap loose
and send her flying back up like a mad bungee jumper,
out of the hole, and whizzing into the air, propelled
helplessly up into a tree. Cindy's breath, shortened
by the plunge, almost went into nothingness as she
soared upwards, with the intent of flying over the
tree and zooming over the trees to land who knows
where, but certainly with a lot of bones broken.
Cindy grabbed desperately at the branches as she flew;
she sprained a hand as she stopped her flight, but she
had stopped her flight. The beautiful supermodel
crashed among the branches, setting loose a few of the
birds that lived there; she ignored the angry chirps
of the avian tenants as she caught her breath, before
looking out of the branches. Too far to just jump
down; Chris Bonington she was not, but she didn't have
a choice. Moving carefully - the last thing she wanted
was for her journey downwards to be sped up by her
stepping on a rotten branch - Cindy began to negotiate
her way out of the top of the tree.
"Too bad there isn't a Butt-cam for when she climbs
down," Ernest sighed, and his sons nodded in
agreement.
"Almost worked," Caroline said.
"What almost worked?" asked Holly.
"Uhhh... we were almost rid of Cindy that time,"
Caroline replied hastily. "You know me, I can't stand
her."
"So you went and planted that specially for her team,
did you?" Holly asked, surprising the others from both
sides - they hadn't figured little Holly Valance for
being the Dr. Steve Sloan of Cindy Inc. "Or was it for
someone else?"
"Yeah, Caroline," Lachlan added, staring right at his
worried sister. "Who DID you put those traps for?"
"Traps? More than one?" Sophie Marceau asked,
attention away from Cindy's slow but steady descent.
"Yeah - the sis sent me in another direction, I go
down hill, and I nearly fall in this... this death
trap."
Caroline saw the look in her brother's eyes, and
behaved as the family had come to expect of her - she
crumbled right on the spot, pointing a finger at
Madeleine McMurdo and wailing "She gave me the
go-ahead! She did it! It was HER idea!"
Now all eyes were on the McMurdo matriarch, as the
doors opened. "Get the hell out of here - you weren't
invi--" Madeleine started, and then saw the mansion's
doctor standing there, slightly out of breath from the
running he had been doing to get there. They all knew
that it was something to do with Patty.
And for all but two of them, it was very good news.
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy Crawford didn't dare look down once as she
climbed down the tree trunk, searching out for
footrests anywhere she could. She knew that if she
just kept doing it, she'd make it; the trouble was,
what if she couldn't find any more holds? She wasn't
exactly a mountain-friendly girl...
"Omigod..." She couldn't find anything to hold. And
this damn trunk was too thick for her to reach all the
way around and move downwards that way; she realised
she could have taken her shirt off and used that, but
it was too late now. She couldn't go back up, and she
was starting to slip - Cindy nervously opened her eyes
and looked up. The top of the tree was a comfortingly
long distance away; but was it long enough? Only one
way to be sure... Cindy swallowed and let go of the
tree, and dropped back into the void.
Some void. She fell like ten inches.
Cindy went "Huh?!" as she realised she'd made it,
before starting to laugh with joy and relief. She'd
made it again - this was her lucky day. She was going
to win, she knew it for sure. "FUCK YOU, ANGELINA
JOLIE!!!" Cindy yelled in delight... and then she felt
herself slamming against the tree trunk.
"That's my job," Angelina Jolie hissed, one of her
elbows pressing into Cindy's back, while her arm
pulled on the collar of her shirt. Wriggling and
fighting to get out, Cindy felt her top come ripping
off, and Angelina's free hand whipping her shorts off.
Angelina patted Cindy's buns approvingly. "We're gonna
have a good time this morning," she laughed.
"We?!?" Cindy spat, as Angelina dropped to her knees,
still holding the supermodel by the tree, facing
Cindy's asscleft and licking her lips.
"I'll give you the choice, moleface. Anal or regular?"
"No J-Lo lady's going up MY ass," Cindy told her.
("Damn," Aisha Tyler muttered.
"You tell her!" Mischa Barton cheered.)
"Suit yourself," Angelina grinned, and stuck her head
between Cindy's legs, her hands clutching the older
woman's firm cheeks as she moved her tongue inside the
snatch. Angelina had wanted to ask Lopez how it
tasted, but even she hadn't had the nerve... mmmmmmm.
Not bad for an older woman... Angelina flicked her
tongue deep inside Cindy, pausing to lightly suck on
her box with those lips. She knew that if you wanted
to please a lady you couldn't just lick the surface -
doing "Girl, Interrupted" had been fun in that sense,
which was why fellow Lopez lady Winona Ryder hadn't
been that mad about being upstaged all the way to the
Oscars (though Angelina wished that Brittany Murphy
had told her she worked for Cindy BEFORE they had
fucked) - and going inside Cindy was the best revenge
of all. Damn, she was hot down here.
Angelina started to press her thumbs inside Cindy's
asshole as she continued eating, probing and burrowing
up her as she flicked and rubbed with her tongue,
listening as Cindy's resistance broke down bit by bit;
less and less of Cindy wanted to push her back and
fight, more and more wanted Angelina to eat her and
make her love every second of it. And she wanted
Jolie's hands up her butt... she wanted them now.
Sighing as she lay against the tree, Cindy felt her
cunt tingling on top of Angelina's lips. "That...
ain't...bad..." she found herself saying. "Don't
stop... pleasedon't stop..." She could feel herself
getting even warmer as she felt Angelina fondling her,
and her hands cupping her breasts.
"Not bad after two kids," said the English girl Cindy
had met earlier. Still lost in her ecstasy, Cindy
needed a few moments to realise what was happening,
but by then Karen had used the cord from the trap to
tie Cindy to the tree, smiling apologetically. "Sorry
about this, but Angelina's afraid you might run for it
before we can do it." And she started to push Cindy to
the ground, her hands on the woman's shoulders forcing
her down, with Angelina helping out by wrapping her
arms around Cindy's waist and pulling her further.
Cindy couldn't resist the force sending her to the
grass.
"Before we can do whaaAAAAAAAAAAA....!!!" Cindy's
question was cut off with a howl as she felt an object
thrusting up into her ass. Hard. Whatever it was
wasn't sharp, thank heavens, but it wasn't the most
pleasant thing she'd ever experienced. Twisting her
head around and looking up, Cindy saw Angelina shoving
and twisting something in and out of her butt,
laughing with delight as she pumped. "What..." she
gasped between jerks, "is... THAT?!?"
Karen stood in front of Cindy and tugged her head
upwards to face her crotch. "Never mind that," the
girl laughed. "Just eat up..."
With another thrust, Cindy dipped her head into the
slot between Karen's legs, and began to probe, trying
not to be aroused by the object fucking her ass - and
failing...
Resting against the tree and holding Cindy's head
against her muff, the strong English girl used her
free hand to aim the beacon skywards. Cindy's expert
mouth was finding her hot spots, while the lady
herself was yielding her fine ass to the smoothed
branch Angelina Jolie had fucked her out with.
"YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!" Jennifer Lopez screamed as Karen
fired. "I FINALLY BEAT YOU, MOLEY!!!!" She jumped off
the sofa in her office and began to dance with joy.
Charisma Carpenter felt an intense load of relief. Not
only had her team won, but they were all richer as a
result. And the other ladies wouldn't take it out on
her anymore. She extended a hand out to the boss, and
Jennifer Lopez actually shook it before pulling her
off the floor and dragging her into her dance. All was
forgiven.
Cindy Crawford's screams of coming drowned out the
beacon's bursting, but not her frustration. She'd be
getting $50 million, true, but that didn't ease how
she felt - no amount of money could have bought off
how humiliated and furious she felt. Both in terms of
the contest and literally, Angelina Jolie was the last
woman standing.
* * * * * * * * * *
"We are the champions, we are the champions, no time
for losers, 'cause we are the champions... OF THE
WORLD!!!" Gabby Logan and Leeann Tweeden proved that
as singers, they made very good celebrity prostitutes.
Their singing was echoed by J-Lo supporters the world
over (starting with Martha Stewart), while Rande's
inbox filled with crowing messages from enemies, and
Cindy Inc. devotees hurled abuse at the screen. Some
of that abuse was coming from Holly Valance and Sophie
Anderton, alternating between wailing and gnashing of
teeth over Cindy's predicament and litigious comments
over Angelina's geneology. They, and the others, plus
Lisa Dergan and Kirsty Gallacher, were with the
McMurdos in Patty's room, watching it there at her
insistence. She was pale, and sweaty, but she was
alive. And pissed at how it had turned out.
"They cheated!" Emmanuelle spat. "All the time they
cheated!"
"They did," Patty whispered as she and the others
watched the helicopter pick up Cindy, Angelina and
Karen and begin the journey back. "And you let them
get away with it."
"We didn't know..." Lachlan started.
"I know most of you didn't," Patty interrupted. "But
you did, didn't you Mom?"
"What did I have to do with it?" Madeleine asked.
"You were the one who poisoned me, is what you had to
do with it," Patty answered. "You shouldn't have
talked to me before you fired."
"I wanted you to know who it was," Madeleine told her
bitterly.
"What... you?" Ernest said. "And Carter too?"
"Carter?" Patty asked weakly. "Him too?"
"Yes, dammit, him too," the matriarch said bluntly, to
shocked looks from celebrities and relatives alike. "I
had too much money on this to risk any problems. You
know what the people we're dealing with are like. Plus
I never liked you anyway - fucking lezzie. The only
one of you I had any time for was Caroline."
"Oh yes. Caroline," Monica said coldly. "I don't
suppose you have ESP? Otherwise you knew about that
trap that caught Cindy."
"And the one that nearly got me," Lachlan added
heatedly. "You were betting on the result too, weren't
you? Was anyone in this family NOT rigging it?"
"I wasn't," Ernest said, trying to hold himself
together in the face of his family being exposed as a
pit of murdering cheaters. "I wanted Cindy to win but
I wanted it to happen fair and square."
"Always thinking with your dick, weren't you?"
Madeleine snapped. "Caroline hated that too. She
always was the only one with any sense - if it wasn't
for her I'd have never found out about Karen."
"So you put her out there as well?" Melissa asked.
"No, the silly bitch did that all on her own,"
Caroline replied, as the sound of the helicopter
neared them. "She couldn't stop yakking about having
Jolie here all the time - "
"Tell me about it," Sophie Marceau sighed. "But what
else is there to know about Miss Vinton?"
* * * * * * * * * *
"Cindy?"
"What?" Cindy said in a low voice.
"You know, it's not so bad," Angelina told her as they
sat together in the helicopter, a flushed but happy
Karen facing them. "You put up a good fight; you get
fifty million bucks out of it, and you don't have to
go to bed with Lachlan McMurdo however many times it
takes to give him a son."
"Yeah, but still... it's a matter of pride. Losing to
J-Lo's and getting seen by the whole world..."
"That'll keep the boss on cloud nine for days,"
Angelina cackled.
"Karen... what were you doing out there?" Cindy asked
the maid. "Are you really that hot for Jolie?"
Karen nodded, giving Angelina a ready smile. "Yeah,
she's cool - but that wasn't the only reason I was out
there putting all the bugs. See... I was kind of
hoping to get a few of the McMurdos as well."
"You had them bugged too?"
"Yep," Karen said, wiping her head. "Caroline's idea.
She caught me getting a couple of them inside, and
told me to do the others as well. Suited me - I was
tired of how my family treated me..."
"YOUR family!?" Cindy and Angelina asked together.
- - - - - - - - - -
"Karen's his daughter," Madeleine said stiffly,
pointing to Ernest. "By his last wife. The little brat
was about 12 when they split up, and I married Ernest
about a year after she died. He never even told me she
was his daughter when he "hired" her as the maid."
- - - - - - - - - -
"He said I was the daughter of a really good friend
who'd died in a car accident, and he'd promised to
take care of me. He didn't want me to have it too easy
or make any visitors suspicious, so he had me work for
my keep."
"You didn't get that on 'Diff'rent Strokes,'" Cindy
mused.
"The thing is, I wanted Dad to admit that I was a
member of the family," Karen continued as the copter
neared the estate. "He said he couldn't - he said his
wife wouldn't forgive him, he had to keep the family
together and all that crap."
"So you went out there to try and get the McMurdos
while they were hunting us?" Angelina asked.
"Not all of them," Karen admitted. "Lachlan was the
only one of the kids who gave me a break... I wasn't
going after him. Or Dad... he's my dad. But I found
that I couldn't really do it... I like fucking, not
killing."
"Melissa George isn't gonna like seeing you."
"Shame. She was nice. So were you."
* * * * * * * * * *
"And then what?" Kirsty asked.
"I'm not saying anything else until I get my lawyer,"
Caroline said.
"You've been shooting your mouth off in front of lord
knows how many people and NOW you want a lawyer? The
rich really are different from you and me," Melissa
sighed.
"Not always," Lisa suggested. "They're up for it
anywhere, rich or poor, right Sophie?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sophie
Anderton blushed.
"Oh, I think you do," the blonde cooed. "Remember when
you and your brother were doing Monica? I heard the
brother say you liked poking Sophie both times. And
I'm pretty sure it wasn't Sophie Marceau they were
talking about because she got taken out without the
aid of a cock."
Now both Sophie A and Lachlan were blushing.
"Is this true?" Ernest asked.
"They were fucking on the way from the airfield,"
Holly chipped in. "We all had bets on how long they'd
last."
"And I won," Monica added.
"Yeah, okay, stop gloating."
"You weren't supposed to poke any of the ladies before
the contest started, kid!" Caroline shouted. "Oh MAN!
Jeez, that's this family's men for you - always
thinking with their dicks..."
"It was just a quick thing! I didn't even put it in
her cunt!" Lachlan argued.
"Oh, stop selling yourself short," Sophie A smiled.
"He didn't; he sold himself for $150 million," Ernest
said. "Any fucking of the contestants beforehand and
the whole thing is void."
"Is this true?" Emmanuelle asked hopefully. Lachlan's
sullen look and the glares on his parents' faces told
her the answer.
"Poor Angelina," Holly lied. "After all that."
* * * * * * * * * *
Angelina Jolie hadn't been so angry since she saw the
final version of "Life Or Something Like It."
"It's WHAT?!?!" she screamed, greeted on the ground by
an impossibly smug-looking Emmanuelle Beart with the
news. "We go running all over this jungle fucking each
other for hours and it's CANCELLED?!? So we don't get
the money?!?"
"Yes and no," Ernest McMurdo replied, his feelings
soothed by his wife and older daughter trussed up,
waiting for the boys in blue to arrive and take the
two whining bitches away. If only all reality TV shows
could involve people being dragged away never to
return. "If it's any consolation, Cindy Crawford won't
get the $50 million either. We will see to it that you
all get some kind of compensation for your time..."
"Look at it this way," Cindy added. "You won't have to
go to bed with Lachlan for however long it takes to
give him a son. And one more thing, Angelina..."
"What?"
"Karen's a nicer fuck than you are."
* * * * * * * * * *
Charisma Carpenter felt the last straps tightening
around her wrists, put in place by a seething Jennifer
Lopez. They had both seen that "Perry Mason moment"
when the truth about Lachlan and Sophie had come out,
and a quick phone call to the bookmakers had confirmed
J-Lo's deepest fears - if the McMurdos weren't going
to pay out, neither were they.
"Look," Charisma begged, "I didn't know they had done
it on the way from the airport! I'm not psychic in
real life; c'mon!"
"I. Do. Not. Care," Lopez gritted, fitting the nipple
clamps to Charisma tightly. "Everyone here is going to
take it out on you for the next 24 hours. Whores and
customers alike." The Bronx woman nodded to Uma
Thurman and Keira Knightley, who both heaved on the
ropes, pulling Charisma up into the air and upside
down, the cords from the clamps connecting her to the
ground.
"You can't leave me like this..." Charisma moaned.
"Of course we're not," Jennifer assured her. "We'll
let you down after we've all had one go at you. Me
first..." Lightly brandishing a little lash, she drew
it slowly along Charisma's exposed pussy, swirling the
tip and seeing the tall brunette giggle in pleasure.
Jennifer wielded the lash and cracked it on Charisma's
chest, enough to sting but not to hurt. "Now,"
Jennifer said, "I'm going to leave you in their
capable hands; leave some for the others, okay?"
Charisma felt Keira's hand grabbing her side tightly;
it didn't feel like she was in the mood for some TLC.
It was going to be a long day...
* * * * * * * * * *
"It's going to be a long day," Gabby Logan sighed as
she got onto the plane. Unlike the journey to McMurdo
Island, all the J-Lo ladies were going back to the
mainland together, commentators and non-commentators
alike. The air was heavy with bad feelings; what with
losing the money and having to spend time with the
riff-raff (none of them were very fond of Leeann and
Gabby), it was a sullen septet that felt their ears go
pop as the plane taxied down the runway for takeoff.
"Who's going to take it from Lopez?" Melissa asked.
"Angelina, of course," Catherine laughed.
"No chance," said the leader. "If Lopez has my ass for
breakfast she's getting all of yours as well."
"Look on the bright side," Sophie M pointed out. "They
could have Cindy's ladies on board as well. Luxuries
of having a private jet."
"Too bad we couldn't bring Karen along," Asia
suggested. "I need someone to work all this off on."
"Same here," Angelina snapped, and made to grab Asia,
who scurried back, shaking her head. She didn't like
to fuck a lady with tattoos...
* * * * * * * * * *
Patty McMurdo's form had no tattoos whatsoever, for
which Holly Valance was thankful. Dragons' tails
entwining on an otherwise nice buttock was a
passion-killer, she thought as she sank her teeth into
the recovering young woman's rump. Patty squealed in
delight as Holly took another love bite, stroking the
invalid's tender flesh and kissing the area around the
bite. "You're only supposed to leave one!" Emmanuelle
Beart chided as she, Kirsty Gallacher, Monica
Bellucci, Lisa Dergan, Sophie Anderton and Cindy
Crawford, all in various states of undress, lounged
around Patty's bedroom eyeing the nude ladies in the
centre of the room.
"Oh, don't be a grumpy gus," Patty moaned. "Call it a
souvenir to go with the others..." she let her voice
tail off with a happy sigh as Holly ran her tongue
along the inside of her thigh. Holly had been the last
to go one-on-one with Patty; Cindy and the others had
originally planned to leave at the same time as the
J-Lo Mob, but Ernest had offered them $25 million to
serve Patty, knowing how his daughter felt about them.
Cindy had agreed to stay, and had also broken new
ground for celebrity prostitutes by offering to have
sex with Patty for free; since she was the only lady
there who hadn't tried, in some way, to let them down,
the other ladies agreed to go along. The girl deserved
it.
Patty's small breasts were decorated with red lipstick
from the commentators, with her nipples shiny and
rock-hard from Lisa's mouth in particular. Seeing the
two staring at her, and with her eyes half-closed as
she enjoyed Holly's lips, Patty beckoned them all to
come closer. Lisa and Kirsty started forward while the
others stayed behind. "All of you..." Patty said.
"There's plenty here..."
The women all rushed forward; Sophie rudely crashed
between her legs, wedging in beside Holly, and
suddenly Patty had two tongues deep inside her cunt.
Double her pleasure and double her fun, as Holly and
Sophie declared a thumb war inside, their mouths
sizzling as each woman licked and flicked within.
Monica and Emmanuelle closed their lips around Patty's
tits; it was even better when the woman they did this
to had lots of milk inside, but in this case that was
out of the question so far. In any case, each lady
sucked her chosen boob eagerly, stroking what parts of
her they could find underneath the other women.
Patty tried to roll over a bit to give those wanting
to get at her butt some space, but it was impossible
with all the weight on top of her. And then Lisa
Dergan had planted her blonde cunt on the girl's face,
leaving Cindy Crawford and Kirsty Gallacher as the
bridesmaids at this party, with Patty hidden
underneath all the writhing ladies, and Lisa's
exultant face as she felt Patty start to excavate her
muff saying everything. Cindy clenched her fists in
frustration - she'd have to wait until one of them was
finished before she could get in...
"Forgotten somebody?" Kirsty asked, as she rested a
hand on Cindy's ass and thrust herself right next to
the boss, giving Cindy the full benefit of her jugs.
Cindy cast an eye to the mob in the room, and then
looked right at Kirsty.
"As long as Murdoch doesn't interrupt again," she
smiled, and kissed Kirsty, rubbing the Brit's large
tits. Mmmmmmm... just imagine her pregnant. Fondling
the boobs and waiting for her nipples to harden, Cindy
felt Kirsty's hands moving delicately over her butt
and travelling up and down her back. The two women
kissed each other again, ignoring the rising noise
behind them. Cindy kept stroking Kirsty's jugs while
moving her hips forward, so that her cunt lightly
brushed Kirsty's; shame that Miss G had more bush. The
way their slots felt when they could actually touch...
Holly's tongue was moving alongside Sophie's; she felt
their tongues prodding next to each other inside
Patty's pussy. She got a sideways look at the
raven-haired beauty, too engrossed in eating out Patty
to notice that Holly was liking how the two tastes
mixed. Sophie didn't notice anything until Holly took
her hand and put it on one of her tender perky
breasts; she kept licking Patty's increasingly hot and
moist box, but Holly's mumbles began to heighten,
because Sophie was exploring the Australian's tits.
Patty, now free of Lisa's muff, threw her head back
with happiness and begged Holly and Sophie to keep
going, feeling half way better now.
The sight of Lisa Dergan and Emmanuelle Beart with
Monica Bellucci would have brought Patty all the way
back; Lisa had one of Monica's nips in her mouth, and
was playing with the massive boob to which it was
attached. Boy oh boy, this was a step or 80 up from
Lisa "Spoilsport" Guerrero - and oooooooooh, the
woman's milk was sweet. (Lisa made a mental note to
ask her if she was carrying a kid in there.) The
blonde kept suckling on Monica, feeling her hand
patting her head soothingly; Lisa placed her arms
around Monica, drawing her lips back and looking at
the drop that formed on the Italian's nipple-end. She
licked the milk off her lips and rubbed the tit,
waiting for Emmanuelle to finish; the Frenchwoman had
the tip of Monica's other breast moving around her
snatch, manipulated with the ease of a woman who'd
done this before and often. Watching Emmanuelle's
mouth exhaling and inhaling with the feelings she was
getting, Lisa was wondering what Bellucci milk
flavoured with cunt de Beart would taste like.
Kirsty, flat on the floor with Cindy kissing the area
between her breasts, was the first to see Lachlan and
Philip standing there, watching and grinning. She was
used to men checking her out, so she lazily beckoned
to them, her mind more on Cindy's lips and the way her
long brunette hair brushed arousingly on her skin.
Philip cast his eyes on Cindy's bared butt, and nodded
with a "Mmmmmmm."
"Don't even think it, Philip," Cindy murmured as she
nuzzled the presenter. "We're only letting Lachlan
play..."
"Yeah, we heard that crack about Cindy's tits," Kirsty
added, shivering with ecstasy as the boss dipped her
tongue inside her plump box. "Philip gets to watch and
that's... ohhhhhhhhhh...." She couldn't say anything
else; Cindy had her mouth working on her.
On the screen it was hard for Lachlan, spying on the
goings-on, to decide which coupling to try and crash.
But as his chosen lady burst into orgasmic delight, he
made his pick...
"Nice of them to keep the cameras in there as well,"
Kelly Brook said to herself as she watched the ladies
in action, an eye out for anyone coming - although
Lopez had made it clear that no one at J-Lo's was to
be watching it after the money went bye-bye, several
of them still wanted to see how it ended. And Kelly
figured she might as well be there for her friends
Sophie and Kirsty. Plus the client was always right.
"Who's doing Cindy C?" asked Stacy Rogers, coming out
of the bathroom and ready for a good afternoon's
fucking.
"Never mind that," Kelly laughed, settling onto the
bed with her client. "Concentrate on who's doing me."
"Oh, I will," Stacy smiled, bending forward to kiss
the brunette. "I will."
* * * * * * * * * *
Lisa Dergan exited the doctor's office in a daze. It
was positive.
Holding the results and checking the card that Lachlan
McMurdo had given her, the
soon-to-be-$100-million-richer woman went to make the
phone call, unaware that several hours earlier, the
already-$100-million-richer Kirsty Gallacher had done
the same thing.
* * * * * * * * * *
May means a lot of things to a lot of people. For the
English, it's a month that begins and ends with that
wonderful invention, a bank holiday. For Hollywood,
it's the start of that license to print (or lose)
money called the blockbuster season. And for students,
it's the time when exams loom like thunderclouds on
the horizon.
Rhona Mitra's student days were far behind her, but
she was English and in Hollywood, and best of all, she
was what in Cindy Inc. parlance was a "have." At this
time of year, many of the actresses signed up to
either Cindy or Jennifer Lopez's books either "had"
slots in the fall schedule or "had not." And watching
her ladies in action from her office at home, Cindy
Crawford was sorry to see that three of her ladies
"had not." And it was going to affect their work for
days afterwards.