anonymous
11-02-2007, 10:16 PM
The continuing adventures of Cindy Crawford -
supermodel, mother and celebrity bordello owner. The
contents of this story are fictional and not meant to
represent the actual behaviour of the celebs
represented. Any praise or complaints should go on the
message boards or to cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk. And
if it bothers you that some of the women in this story
have had their hand crystals blinking red for years
now (especially 44-year-old Rosanna Arquette), it
could be worse; I could write an FFFF story about the
Golden Girls. Come to think of it, there was an
episode where Dorothy's sister fell in love with Rose,
but I'll just get to the story before everyone runs
off screaming...
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy Crawford may have been a supermodel, mother and
celebrity bordello owner, but she - like all the other
ladies who served at Cindy Inc. - also had to keep up
her other commitments; the odd magazine shoot here,
appearances to promote stuff there. Even though she
was strictly speaking a retired model, she still kept
herself pretty busy, and still welcomed a chance to
relax at home... whenever she wasn't overseas for some
weeks in a row, she took one night off a week from
thrashing around between silken sheets at $1000 a go,
with instructions that she wasn't to be called in
unless it was an emergency.
She'd received no such calls for the past few weeks,
and it was with not a care in the world that she
relaxed in the bath that Wednesday night. Cindy's mind
was additionally at peace with the knowledge that
Jennifer Love Hewitt was on holiday - JLH was a
favourite with customers and was a total sweetheart,
but it did seem that every time she rang she had bad
news... and there was her phone now. "Talk to me," the
brunette said lazily after picking it up with one
soapy hand.
"Did I wake you up?" asked Liv Tyler, who was
co-running the place that night.
"No, just having a bath... any problems?"
"Not really - the band's a few minutes late but
they'll be here, Beyonce's dad wants another cut of
her commission, and someone wants a four way with
Ashley Harkleroad and the Williams sisters."
"Rande wants a three way with me and Ashley as
well..." Cindy laughed, before realising what Liv had
said. "The Williams sisters?"
"Yep, and he's not leaving until he gets it.
Satisfaction guaranteed and all that."
Cindy started to sluice the bubble bath off her body,
sighing as she prepared to go down to Cindy Inc.
Getting him what he wanted would be rough, since Venus
worked for Cindy, Serena worked for Jennifer Lopez,
and Ashley was still dithering between the two...
One good thing about tonight, though; she had another
pair of sisters coming in who were much less trouble
than they were worth. They were two young women who'd
made records and appeared on TV shows. They were
blonde, and regarded with disdain by some and with
pure lust by others. They had gorgeous, tightly
packaged bodies. They were sisters. And they were
speeding to Cindy Inc. to spend their first night in
residence, with one of the sisters lavishing her mouth
on their driver's cock and pleased with her ability to
bend herself into such a small place as under the
driving seat. The driver was fighting to keep his mind
on the road, but with Ash's hot mouth in action all
the way down to his balls, it was tough.
"She better not be better than me," Jessica Simpson
pouted as she watched Ashlee Simpson gobbling her
husband's cock.
Nick knew diplomacy was key in matters like this, so
he kept his mouth shut as he felt Ashlee sucking away
and teasing his balls as if she hadn't had one in
years. The more she moved her lips along his meat, the
more pressure he put on the accelerator; he was in a
rush to get to Cindy Inc. But if he kept driving fast,
he'd have less time to enjoy Ashlee's mouth... he
slowed the car down.
"NICK!" Jessica shouted. "The boss doesn't like people
coming late!"
Feeling his cock starting to boil inside her sister's
mouth as they neared the building, Nick didn't think
that would be a problem.
* * * * * * * * * *
Ever since she had started this business, Cindy had
fielded requests from guys wanting to have a threesome
with a celeb and one of her relatives, going on the
theory of fame-by-association. The good news, both she
and Lopez had found, was that a number of the
relatives in question were perfectly willing to go
along with it (as the fellow who spent a joyful night
with Naomi, Ashley and Wynonna Judd had discovered).
The trouble was, there were always exceptions.
Driving down to the huge estate and hanging up from
putting in another call to Ashley Harkleroad's people,
Cindy had less than happy memories of one such
exception. Ironically, Big Sur - the setting for said
exception - was such a lovely place...
"I still can't believe you went along with this!"
Cindy shouted over the roar of the helicopter blades
to Patricia Arquette as they came in for a landing
near the mountain retreat.
"Hey, I can't believe YOU did!" Patricia shouted back,
keeping an eye out for her older sister.
"The client asks for the tune, we've gotta play it!
Just hope your hippie sister's there..."
"Oh, she'll be there - come on, where are you... YES!
Told you!" And Patricia stuck an arm and her head out
of the window to wave down at her sister. Standing on
the balcony of the lodge, Rosanna Arquette waved back
at her and giggled in anticipation; it had been a
while since she had been the centre of attention,
which was one reason she had agreed to participate in
this one (Patricia was the one on Cindy's books, not
Rosanna, although it wasn't out of the question that
this could change).
Cindy could make out Rosanna now as they got closer;
she was awaiting them eagerly. VERY eagerly. Rosanna
was standing there stark naked; it was true that she
was pretty relaxed about nudity (certainly more than
she had been earlier in her career), but it was still
something of a shock. Cindy shook her head in
amusement; that was a flower child for you... "Don't
you want to leave something for the client?!?" she
shouted cheerfully to Rosanna as they came in for a
landing.
"Oh, it's nothing he hasn't seen before!" Rosanna
laughed, pecking Cindy on the cheek as the supermodel
and the sister got out. "We can get the Jacuzzi warmed
up by the time he gets here..."
"Jacuzzi?" Patricia repeated.
"The client said he always wanted to do the two of us
in a hot tub," Cindy explained as they went inside.
"Not very original, but it's what he wants. And he's
paying, so who am I to complain?"
"Just as long as he isn't fat and ugly," Patricia
added. "If he is, I quit."
"Wimp," Rosanna grinned goodnaturedly as the bubbles
started to rise... as did Mr. Huston a half hour
later, feeling the troubles of the week soothe away
with the steam. This was living! Being up here in the
mountains with no one for company but his two
favourite long-time fantasy objects; Rosanna Arquette
to the left of him licking on his chest, Cindy
Crawford to the right of him fondling him and
whispering dirty talk, and Patricia Arquette between
his legs under the surface sucking on his big (in his
dreams) cock. She was swallowing him rapidly, partly
out of enthusiasm and partly because she couldn't stay
under as long as the others could, and the bubbles
rushing all around her weren't helping. Huston faced
Rosanna and kissed her hungrily, his free hand
fondling Cindy's breasts without him seeing them.
Cindy winced as he grabbed her right boob a little too
hard; she gave him a love bite that was, in turn, a
bit sharper than it normally was. (Luckily he was
single.)
As Arquette the elder climbed onto his shoulders,
Arquette the younger emerged from the depths,
frustrated that she couldn't do it before breaking for
air, and it showed. "Never mind, Patty," Cindy assured
her, as Huston grabbed Rosanna's butt and dragged the
squealing blonde towards his face. "You just need to
practice... watch." Cindy dived below the surface, and
Patricia waited for Huston to start howling into her
sister's cunt - before she felt a tongue moving over
her own. Patricia looked down to see Cindy tasting the
younger lady's box; clean-shaven and all ready, Cindy
ran her tongue along the slit, breathing slowly and
being careful not to let any air bubbles go into the
snatch.
"Pat's great," Rosanna laughed as Huston gobbled her
while eyeing those huge things on her chest she called
breasts, "but for something like what she was doing
you need someone with more experience..." and she got
off his shoulders and turned herself around. Huston's
cock grew an extra inch as he felt Rosanna's jugs
pressing on his stomach; plus she had an ass nicer
than some 20-year-olds he had known. Huston rested his
tongue on her crack as he waited for her to begin her
work... oh YESSSS!!! Rosanna was really sucking that
baby now (from the cindyinc.com forums: "Rosanna
Arquette's cocksucking was her best performance since
'Son of the Morning Star'"). Rubbing her gorgeous body
from shoulderblades to buns, Huston began to eat her
out, hoping he could do as good a job as she was.
It was definitely a case of "In Praise Of Older
Women," as Cindy Crawford had now kept under longer
than Patricia; she couldn't hear Patricia groan "Oh
shit... oh fuck Cindy that is SO GOOD... better than
Nic ever was... ohhhhh don't stop... get that tongue
up there Cindy C..." but she could tell from the
shuddering of the woman that she was pleasing her.
Cindy's tongue and lips treated every millimeter of
Patricia's quim, the water around her giving the whole
thing a mystical quality, as if she was in some kind
of strange fantasy land. Add to this the magnifying
effect it had, and Cindy was almost wanting to pay
Patricia for the privilege. She wondered if Rosanna
tasted as good...
"You taste better than your sister," Cindy told
Rosanna later, watching Huston and Patricia from a
distance. Patricia was bent over in the tub, while
Huston was behind her doing what was expected.
"You taste better than he does," Rosanna replied, as
the grunts from the other two got louder. Huston
sounded like he was about to burst the way he was
driving into her - Cindy had that gleam in her eye.
She wanted to get closer; she liked to watch when she
had the chance. Cindy got up, but Rosanna pushed her
back down with a cackle - "If anybody's going to watch
my sister with a guy close up, it's going to be ME!"
Cindy watched Rosanna run towards the two of them -
hadn't the girl heard of "restraint"? - and saw
Huston, who spotted Rosanna first, crack a wide grin
at the sight of her bouncing. Rosanna came in close,
and started to talk to him as Patricia lay flat on the
ground, writhing away with Huston's dick up her.
Huston started to chat back... too bad they were
talking more quietly, and Cindy couldn't lip read. But
from the look on Huston's face, it looked like more
dirty talk... Rosanna slapped him. Non-sexually,
directly across the face. And Patricia was pulling
herself out from under him, taking time out to hit him
in the stomach with her foot. And Huston was not into
pain.
It turned out that he had wanted to watch Patricia and
Rosanna do it with each other, and neither actress had
taken it kindly. Huston had never returned to Cindy
Inc., and Patricia almost hadn't either. Rosanna,
however, had signed up for it ("Hey, it's nice to be
wanted," she had explained), but this new scenario
probably wouldn't have that sort of silver lining,
Cindy thought to herself as she arrived at the
Brentwood establishment and headed up the stairs to
the entrance, noting a white convertible drawing to a
stop as she did so. Cindy discreetly increased her
pace up the steps so she could be at the door to greet
the three.
The veteral supermodel noticed that Ashlee still had a
few white drops on her mouth as she greeted the
Simpsons and Nick. "Get any traffic tickets?" she
asked Mr. Simpson.
"We got lucky," Nick told her as he kissed Jessica
goodnight and let her start the evening's work. "I
thought you were going to have her do 'Total Request
Live'?"
"At least I know where my Nicky's thing's been!"
Jessica argued. "Who knows what those guys on 'TRL'
do?"
"Didn't you have a few of them last time?" Cindy asked
cheekily, and laughed at how red Jessica's face went.
"You've got a busy evening - the next girl you're
breaking in is waiting for you."
"Since when did I become a Vaughn?" Jessica pouted.
"A what?" asked a puzzled Nick.
"You know, someone to sort of take care of her in the
early going," Cindy explained. "Like Sydney has Vaughn
on 'Alias.'"
"I wouldn't know, I don't watch that show."
"And they say Jessica's the stupid one," Cindy thought
as she bid Nick farewell and ushered the sisters
Simpson inside. Ashlee was eager to get going here; it
was one of the smoothest recruitments ever. She just
hoped Ashley Harkleroad was as easy to deal with...
* * * * * * * * * *
Jessica Simpson was not finding Ashley Harkleroad as
easy to deal with. Some dubbed her the American Anna
Kournikova, except that a) Anna was one of the most
popular women at Jennifer Lopez's place, and b) Ashley
wasn't totally useless at tennis. (Though in fairness,
neither was Anna.) She was certainly giving Mrs.
Lachey and Mrs. Lachey's sister a rough time on the
tennis courts on the Cindy Inc. grounds, and this
despite Ashley's doubles partner being the
tennis-challenged Mia Tyler.
"Dammit!" Jessica shouted as she missed Ashley's serve
and watched the ball dribble to a stop on the far end.
"I thought that one would be easy."
"It WAS easy, Jessie!" Ashley called back. "You'll get
one back sooner or later."
"More likely later," Ashlee chuckled, as she served
Ashley and Mia, and revelled in the fact that she was
the better player of the two sisters.
"How does this sound for some motivation?" Mia
suggested. "You win, Ash joins the club."
"MIA!" Jessica groaned. "I told you I was going to ask
her AFTER the match!"
"No, I like it," the teenager said, propelling the
ball towards the other Ash. "One game, that's all it
has to be. Start this one over..."
"You're on," Jessica agreed, and clutched her tennis
racket tighter.
"Good luck, Bobby," Mia called.
"Fuck you, Billie Jean," Ashlee responded, and the
game was on.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Ah, Miss Crawford," was how Brad greeted Cindy when
she met him in the foyer. "Where are the Williams
sisters?"
"Well," Cindy replied, turning on The Smile at full
blast, "we've got a slight problem - Serena's not one
of our ladies."
"But everyone knows you and Miss Lopez are actually
partners."
Cindy was dying to sling him outside personally (and
she could have done it; she towered over him), but
instead she was all sweetness and light. "No, she
really is a rival, and she really won't let Serena go.
If you'll come with me, I can show you who's available
this week - I'm sure we can find someone you'll
like..."
"Miss Crawford, when I set my mind on something I do
not settle for anything less."
Picky bastard, Cindy thought. Out loud, she said
"Well, perhaps you could be with Venus here and then
visit J-Lo's?"
"You must be joking! Visit that leper colony again? I
insist on sleeping with the sisters in THIS building,
otherwise several of my clients will be going
elsewhere."
Brad, who had several very lucrative clients, had said
the magic words. As Cindy led Brad to the tennis
courts where he could watch Ashley running around in
short skirts, she hoped that the thing she had to do
now would be over quickly.
* * * * * * * * * *
Half an hour later, Cindy turned up on the courts.
There had been a major battle on that ground, with
blood, sweat, tears, the lot. But the Simpsons had
been whooping along their side of the court when the
boss arrived, and Brad himself had a blissfully happy
look on his mug - "Say hi to your newest recruit!" Mia
Tyler called out, pointing to Ashley.
"One step closer," Cindy said to Brad in passing, who
grinned in anticipation. Grinning was the last thing
on Cindy's mind as she went up to Mia, hoping she
wouldn't yell too loudly at the thought of spending
"THE NIGHT AT LOPEZ'S?!?" Mia yelled very loudly.
"You and Liv, yeah," Cindy repeated as they left the
court.
"What the hell were you thinking, Cindy? You know I'd
go on a diet before going to that rat's nest..."
"First off, J-Lo's place isn't that bad. Secondly,
it's only for one night - I didn't want to, but I
don't want to lose Brad."
"Speak for yourself," Mia snorted.
"Anyway, I had to swap you and Liv for one of her
ladies," Cindy continued. "Things'll be okay in the
morning."
"Which lady?" Mia asked suspiciously.
"One of Ashley's compadres."
"It's not Kournikova, is it? I thought after that
business in Paris..."
* * * * * * * * * *
"She's here," Jennifer Lopez, who was actually on site
that evening, said curtly to Serena Williams. No one
was allowed to mention Cindy Crawford's name around
J-Lo's, not even J-Lo herself.
"Hang on a minute," Serena said. "Anna's not finished
yet." And she returned to the one-way glass wall that
separate the shower from her quarters; Serena had had
it installed so that she could watch any attractive
clients showering. Anna K was inside the shower at the
time, happily bestowing her mouth on her client's
freshly washed knob, and Serena was watching the
proceedings. Jennifer L didn't approve, but as long as
it kept Serena on staff.
"Yep, just as I thought," she laughed richly as the
man splattered into Anna's eyes. "Another
twenty-second man..." She shot up and followed Lopez
downstairs to the entrance, where Cindy was waiting
with Mia and Liv Tyler on either side of her, feeling
like she was an agent about to make a handover across
the border. Which she was.
"Hi, moley," Lopez said calmly as she faced Cindy with
Serena.
"Hi, Jen," Cindy said calmly. "Let's do this."
Serena stepped into Cindy's custody as the Tylers
entered chez Lopez, and the door slammed in the
supermodel and the tennis player's faces. "She doesn't
waste any time," Serena laughed. "C'mon, Crawford,
let's do this..."
"Sisters back in action, right?" Venus boomed.
"Right!" Serena shouted, highfiving her sis.
"So what's this guy look like? Cause you know it's
easier if he doesn't look like Dan Rather or
something."
"He definitely doesn't look like Dan Rather," Cindy
assured them, and enjoyed their shocked faces when she
added "He looks more like Walter Cronkite."
* * * * * * * * * *
You could tell by the way he used his walk he was a
woman's man, no time to talk. In fact, Brad was a
woman's man even without the strut that he thought
made him a hit with the laydeez; he was still fully
dressed to meet Venus, and was quite happy to let her
take the lead as they shook hands. They were strong
but softer than he'd thought they'd be.
"So you're the guy," Serena said in relief as she
greeted Brad. "Walter Cronkite my big round ass..."
"Walter Cronkite?" Brad asked, trying to pull his mind
away from thoughts of Serena's ample rump.
"Private joke," Cindy said hastily. "I'll let you
alone now..."
"So," Brad asked when La Crawford had left, "who's
first?"
"You!" the Williamses sang in unison, and started to
undress the man. Serena was even happier to see the
rest of him wasn't Cronkite-ish either.
At J-Lo's, meanwhile, there were one or two CBS news
representatives in attendance; Mia recognised them as
she and Liv were exploring the place. "Think Cindy's
ever been here?" Mia whispered.
"If she has, she isn't saying," Liv whispered back, as
they studied the surprisingly tasteful surroundings.
Whereas Cindy Inc. was like a massive mansion, J-Lo's
was closer to a hotel, with staff in uniforms (green,
with a monogrammed "JL" on the front), and floors
similarly alike. The place had been deliberately made
bigger than Cindy Inc., but it lacked the "Welcome
home" feel of Cindy's establishment - Liv felt that if
she dropped a wrapper on the floor a robot would come
out to clean it up, which was ironic given that
Jennifer Lopez was scrappier than Cindy Crawford.
"Come on, ladies, I'll introduce you," Lopez said as
they entered the lounge. "Is the mike on? I don't want
to have a repeat of that business with Ashanti..."
The sight of J-Lo making her way to the stage was teh
signal for the band on it to stop and one of the
assistants to put on Miss L's customized microphone,
the one she only used when she wanted to make a
special announcement. Beckoning to the sisters to come
on stage, the bottomy one surveyed the audience and
licked her lips at the thought of all the money...
"Hey, people!" Jennifer shouted. "I got one over on
that retired clotheshorse again! Two more of moley's
ladies saw the light and here they are, on permanent
loan to J-Lo's..."
"PERMANENT?!" the sisters mouthed to each other as
Jennifer Lopez yelled "Get out your cocks and welcome
LIV AND MIA TYLER!!!!"
* * * * * * * * * *
At 18, Ashley was the youngest person to join the crew
in a while, which was another bonus as far as Jessica
was concerned; not that she minded working with
another woman, but it was nicer when she was still
pretty young. Some ladies didn't mind working with
older women, but Jessica Simpson wasn't one of them;
she still shuddered over the time she had been called
in by Celine Dion (there were some celebs who neither
Miss Crawford nor Miss Lopez were eager to sign up).
Fortunately, Ashley had no idea of what that horrible
night had been like. Instead she was back on the
courts, chatting amiably as the Simpsons lightly
stroked either side of her - she stayed off the
subject of tennis, figuring they weren't into shop
talk. "You know why I went with Cindy?"
"Because you lost the game," Ashlee suggested,
fondling the teenager's trimmed bush.
"Yeah, but also because Lopez already got Kournikova.
I didn't feel like being a sub for Anna - I want to be
my own girl... ready now?"
"Uh-huh," Jessica nodded, stepping back and looking at
the girl's body. Golden all over, with pert breasts
that had never as yet been touched by man and legs
that were both athletic and sexy, Ashley had been the
subject of a lot of requests, and tonight she'd be in
action for the first time. But first she had to
practice... Jessica spread her hands and waited as
Ashley raised herself on her back, her legs open, and
pushed hard.
A tennis ball shot out of her virginal box with more
force than even she had expected, so it took Jessica
by surprise - she nearly didn't stop the glistening
ball. "How many can you fit in there?" she asked
Ashley.
"Come on and see," the girl grinned. It never ceased
to amaze Jessica how quickly so many of them got into
the spirit as she crouched down in front of the player
and delicately ran her fingers along her slot, before
becoming the first person to put her tongue inside.
MMMMMMM! This was sweet stuff, no kidding... Jessica
lapped her tongue around further up Ashley, wondering
if she was kidding about having anything else up
there, and listening to the tennis player's moans as
she enjoyed her first munch.
Ashlee had refused to be left out of the action, and
helped Ashley up without having to break off her
sister's mouth. She got her hands on Miss Harkleroad's
chest from behind and gently nuzzled her neck as she
stroked her. "It won't always be this easy, Ash," the
Simpson sister told her as she probed the nipples.
"Just a warning."
Feeling Ashlee Simpson's pussy rubbing against her ass
and Jessica's tongue prodding against the other tennis
ball she had fit inside, Ashley Harkleroad didn't have
warnings on her mind. The only thing the new celeb
prostitute had on her mind was how soon she could get
her hands on Jessica Simpson's beautiful round ass. As
if reading her mind, Jessica started to lick Ashley's
stomach and move upwards, rising from the ground and
resting her hands on her lover's thighs; she caressed
her way upwards and pushed herself against Miss
Harkleroad, watching the girl's face as she felt their
breasts coming together. "Feels great, huh?" Jessica
asked, pushing a hand back down into Ashley's cunt.
"Uhhhhh..." Ashley could only moan as she put her
hands on Jessica's blond tresses and ran her fingers
through them, along her shoulders and down her back,
feeling Ashlee Simpson's mouth on her own spine and
her fingers on her legs. "What a butt," Ashley thought
to herself as she rested her eager hands on Jessica's
rump and began to rub and squeeze it. Listening to
Jessica's low grunts of satisfaction as she nuzzled
the tennis player, Ashley wondered what Ashlee was up
to behind her.
With a gasp, she got her answer - Ashlee had picked up
her racket and had swatted her blushing buns with it.
"You've gotta be ready for anything, girl," the
Simpson sister said breezily as Ashley kissed Jessica,
her butt stinging with the impact. "Here comes another
one..."
"OW!" Ashley cried with surprise. Her ass was on the
verge of glowing as she pulled Jessica tighter,
grinding their snatches together. Ashley started to
push against Jessica as she waited for the next swat;
"OH SHITTT!!!!" she yowled as the racket slammed onto
her seat for a third time. Ashlee was only planning to
do it twice more, but Ashley didn't know that; she had
her own plans, feeling her clit come as close to
rubbing Jessica's as possible, and feeling Jessica's
tongue on her tits.
Now Ashley Harkleroad's buns were showing the signs of
the paddling, and there was just one more thing to do.
Turning the racket around, Ashlee aimed the prelubed
end at her lover's cleft, and thrust. "AAAAHHHHHH!!!"
Ashley hollered as she felt the handle sliding into
her ass, forced into bending over to accomodate it and
still holding Jessica in her arms as if they were
dancing, still pushing against her as Ashlee fucked
her with the racket handle. Too damn bad Kirsten Dunst
couldn't fit this into her movie about Wimbledon,
Ashlee thought as she twirled it inside Ashley
Harkleroad's no longer virgin behind.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh....!!!!FUUCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" Ashley cried
out as she quivered with her orgasm, letting Jessica
Simpson go, herself pretty excited as she started
fingering herself. She was thrilled by the sight of
her sister butt-fucking Ashley, yes; but what made
Jessica come was the feeling she got when the tennis
balls that Ashley had transferred into her cunt popped
out.
* * * * * * * * * *
While Liv did a recreation of her poledance from that
video, Mia had told the remarkably good-natured
audience that she had to... um... answer a call. With
Lopez's cheery exhortation to hurry back ringing
through her ears, the plumper Tyler scurried towards
the bathrooms - then ran past them, going up to the
room she and Liv had been given. What she had to do
wasn't Number One-related, but it really couldn't
wait.
Safely inside, Mia got out her mobile, and thanked the
heavens that Cindy wasn't on duty tonight; she just
hoped that she hadn't switched it off or something.
"Come on, Cindy," Mia muttered as the whooping of the
audience reached her room; Liv was building up to the
finish. She didn't have much time...
"Cindy speaking."
"Cindy, we are in real deep shit here," Mia started.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Swapping forever?" Cindy Crawford said to herself as
she drove through the streets at speed less than five
minutes later. "Not part of the deal, Lopez."
* * * * * * * * * *
"What deal?" Liv asked, wiping her forehead and
listening to the audience chanting "LIV! LIV! LIV!
LIV!"
"It's all legal, babe," Lopez chuckled. "Moley and I
had a meeting just after she stole Katie Holmes from
me - "
"Which was just after you stole Tara Reid from her,"
Mia pointed out.
"Yeah, yeah, anyway the two of us met up one night and
we signed an agreement that we could carry out a swap.
One time only. For keeps."
"And Cindy agreed to this?" Liv asked. "How do we know
you're not lying?"
"Come on, we've got a few minutes before you start
making some dreams come true - " Lopez led them to her
office, sat her rump down and opened a drawer in her
desk. "Here we go..." and she handed the Tylers a
sheet of paper filled with Lopez's handwriting, except
at the bottom, where it was joined by Cindy's
signature. Liv and Mia nodded, and handed it back.
"No fussing? No arguing?" J-Lo asked as she put it
back in the drawer.
"No need; Cindy'll straighten it out when she gets
here," Mia explained.
They seemed pretty sure of themselves, but Miss Lopez
let it pass. She pointed towards the main area, where
their co-stars would be waiting, and shooed them out.
The house band struck up a lively number as the Tylers
strutted out; wiggling along the stage, Liv started to
peel off her clothes while Mia ground away next to
her. She saw two guys openly staring at her, or rather
openly staring at her large tits. Not one to
disappoint a fan, Mia undulated over to them and
slowly popped open her top, showing them her breasts
spilling from her brassiere. She flung the shirt into
the crowd, and walked away from them as the guys tore
it to shreds - those who weren't watching her
backside, that is. It was big and beautiful, and they
were dying to get their fingers, tongues, and/or
pricks up it.
Liv had already thrown off her shirt, and was removing
her dress a bit at a time, teasing them by lowering it
two inches and raising it one while making a game of
whether she should go all the way or not. Finally she
flung it off, and listened to the guys exult the sight
of her long, thong-clad legs. The stunning Aerosmith
by-products were now down to their undies as they
moved back-to-back for some more dancing, their
fingers straying enticingly close to the straps of
their lingerie.
"You know, these girls shouldn't have to do ALL the
work," the announcer Ruby Wax crowed over the PA. "So
to finish the job, Jennifer Lopez's own sister act -
you know them, admit it you wanna fuck them... you'll
know 'em when you see 'em..."
It shouldn't have been a surprise for Liv and Mia to
see that Paris and Nicky Hilton, arriving wearing even
less than the Tylers, had joined J-Lo's harem. But it
was.
* * * * * * * * * *
Brad was in heaven. Lying face down on the table, he
felt Serena's strong hands moulding and kneading his
muscles up and down, letting all the tensions of the
past few days ease out. The setbacks at work, the kids
who'd broken into his car, his ex-girlfriend's
unending phone calls... none of that mattered. All
that mattered now was that the world's number one
tennis player was demonstrating her forehand on his
body. He sighed deeply, waiting to feel Serena's hands
on his prick, already hard and long and pressed under
the weight of his body.
Standing in front of him, Venus Williams was doing
some massaging of her own. She had her back to him as
she worked oil into her skin; like her sister, she was
powerfully built, and she was essentially carrying on
like the star of one of those movies usually reserved
for late night cable, lacking only in lingering camera
pans and slow sleazy saxophone music. In fact, Brad
could see the camera traversing Venus's dark form,
moving down her back to linger on her proud, round
buttocks, all shiny and ready. Venus was bending over
and doing her legs, and Brad could see part of her
jugs as she did so. He tilted his head to get a better
view as Serena's hands moved down further.
"Don't hurt yourself," Venus told him, and turned
around, continuing the Playboy Channel act as she
worked her melons for him. Brad wanted to jack off
onto her so badly as she walked towards him, gleaming
with the oil and visibly hungry for him (or at least
pretending to be, as was her prostitute wont).
"Stiff, huh?" Serena asked Brad. She rolled him over
and grinned as his erection popped up like a daisy.
Brad felt it get slightly stiffer at the sight of
Serena's lovely rippling nudity. Venus strolled over
to her sister and stood by her side, making Brad's
fantasy complete, before the two moved to either side
of him. Serena and Venus knelt down and began to lick
his rod from either side.
The two women's tongues slithered down his pole
towards his aching balls. Venus started to suck on
said sacs, licking them and flicking them with her
tongue, while Serena curled her tongue around Brad's
cock, slurping it and blowing on it gently. Then she
started to consume it eagerly, her head taking the
shaft in up to the balls, which as Venus still had
them in her mouth meant the two nearly butted heads.
His equipment was out of sight, inside the Williams
sisters's mouths. Brad gulped as he watched them
sucking and grunting away, the only fear being that
the two of them might stop. He reached out and began
to stroke the dark beauties; their faces may not have
been standard looker material, but once you got by
that they had practically everything a man who didn't
have a skinniness fetish could want. Brad clutched as
much of their seat meat as he could; ripe, round and
hard, it was a tossup who had the nicer ass. He worked
his fingers into each crack, dreaming of the time when
he could replace the fingers with his cock...
Venus slapped his hand away. "Sorry, kid, my ass has a
Do Not Enter sign," she told him with a slight laugh
as she let his balls go. "It's Serena who likes it up
there." She rose as Serena continued to treat his
cock, proving why she was the world's number one;
Venus ignored her sister's mumbling and panting as she
started to feel Brad's cock dripping. "I'm all
missionary," she continued, turning his head towards
her curly-haired pussy. "But this is all yours..."
Brad's eyes widened at the sight of Venus's plump,
musky cunt. He opened his mouth and moved his head
forward as Venus danced back. Brad's disappointment
was curtailed by the feeling he was getting down below
- he forgot about Venus's snatch and centred on
Serena's mouth; she was about to drink from his
cock...
"You ever done it with a white girl?" Venus asked.
"No..." Brad gasped. He couldn't hold off any longer.
"YO, ASHLEY!" Venus called. "GET IN HERE!"
"But... but... BUTTTTTTIIIIII..." Brad screamed,
clutching the table as his cock fired deep into
Serena's throat.
"But you don't like white girls, I know," Venus said,
as the Simpson sisters brought in a slightly dazed but
still perky Ashley Harkleroad. "You want this..." she
pointed to her ass. "And that..." She pointed to
Serena, who had taken Brad's coming cock out and was
thrusting it in her hands. "You've gotta take that..."
and she pointed to Ashley's cunt. "How bad do you want
it?"
"Real bad..." Brad whispered. He really did prefer
black girls to ones of his own colour, but there was a
first time for everything.
Ashley had the look of a woman who had just enjoyed a
good workout with a sexy blonde singer. Said singer
gave Miss Harkleroad's ass a final good swat with her
tennis racket before looking at the handle fondly and
kissing it. "Don't be too rough with her!" Jessica
laughed. "Me and the sis aren't finished with her
yet."
"You really want to burn her out after one night?"
Serena asked.
"Who's burnt out?" Ashley asked.
"YES!" the Simpsons shouted, highfiving each other
before departing; J & A had themselves a beach party
to attend to. Lots of cute guys there, and they were
going to be making $100 per head - the night was
young, and so were they...
Ashley watched the two depart with hungry eyes, before
she felt two strong hands grab her. "They'll be back,
Ash," Venus told her. "But now you're ours."
Brad was loving the contrast between the dark brown
skin of the Williams pair and Ashley's light golden
hue. That, and the way Venus kissed Ashley's neck, ear
and cheek while Serena gently fondled Miss
Harkleroad's firm, cute chest; she loved rubbing
little nipples like Ashley's. Brad watched as Ashley
began to return each kiss, while Serena made her right
hand into a fist, extended the middle finger, ran it
down Ashley's front and slid it into her tight, hot
little cunt. Both Serena and Ashley sighed deeply at
how it felt; Venus let one of her fingers go in there
as well as Brad got up and walked behind her.
Ashley's buns had a few red marks on them; nothing to
make them bleed, but they were visible. Brad pressed
his cock between the cheeks as the sisters
thoughtfully bent Ashley forward, still stroking and
kissing her, with Ashley feeling each sister in return
and licking Venus's heavy tits. Brad started to slide
his cock back and forth between the mounds of Ashley's
tenderized bottom, and reached around to cup her
breasts, having to fight with Serena for some space.
Ashley was soon invisible underneath the three others.
Serena studied Brad's face as he jerked between the
cheeks. He was liking it more than he had planned for,
judging from the way he pushed Ashley forward, slipped
the throbbing prick out and thrust deep into her
snatch - and his face lit up even more. Sliding into
Ashley's cunt was one of the easiest things on earth;
tight as anything, but a smooth fit if ever there was
one. The girl's gaping mouth was soon smothered by
Serena's pussy, and Ashley started to eat for the
second time that night, as Venus embraced the grinding
guy and tongued his ear.
"Don't give her all your stuff," she whispered.
"Because I'm next."
* * * * * * * * * *
"Don't look so surprised," Nicky Hilton told Liv as
she held the actress down on the carpet. "We were
going to join one of them anyway."
"Plus we've got to work for our money now," Paris
pouted as she struggled with Mia.
Liv kicked and bucked, but Nicky wasn't as frail as
she looked; it should have been an unfair fight, given
that both Liv and Mia were carrying more meat on their
bones than the famously slim heiresses. But the
Hiltons were fast and liked to fight dirty; the stage
was filled with the antics of the thong-clad young
women, and the blonde ones had the advantage. Nicky
straddled Liv as she throttled her neck, while the
brunette hit back as best she could; Mia was shocked
that Paris was stronger than she looked, so shocked
that she almost didn't react when the woman forced one
of her knees into her crotch. But only almost.
Mia planted her hands on Paris's tiny tits and
clutched HARD. "Titty twister!" she bellowed and
wrenched on Paris's boobs - Paris responded in kind,
and laughed at how Mia's face contorted. The bigger
the chest, the more it hurt.
Liv tore at Nicky's bra top, pulling it off and
leaving her topless, and wrapped it around her
opponent's neck, pulling hard. Nicky gagged and
relaxed her grip on Liv, and Steven's daughter tugged
harder, pulling Nicky down until she was face to face
with Liv, who butted her on the forehead and thrust
her aside, leaping up to aid her sister. "Dream on!"
Nicky yelled, and grabbed one of Liv's legs, bringing
her down to the stage floor. Clutching her milky
thigh, Nicky took hold of her opponent's panties and
ripped, revealing a gorgeous bush. Holding tight to
Liv all the while and ignoring her desperate attempts
to escape, Nicky licked her lips and dived into what
was on display.
Seeing her sister being slapped around by Paris
fricking Hilton, Liv tried to edge closer to the
battling pair, but part of her was falling victim to
Nicky's mouth...
"Well, we've got one!" Ruby bellowed. "And if Paris
licks out Mia, we've got a winning team; if not we got
a tie! But hey, they're all going to be in action with
customers later on tonight, so everybody wins..."
Liv's trembling hands dropped to the floor as she let
herself be tasted by the heiress. Nicky's tongue was
proving that she actually did have some talent, even
if it was only (only?) for oral sex. Slowly the look
on Liv's face turned from anxiety to something like
pleasure as Nicky caressed her legs and licked the
inside of her sweet, sweet cunt. Liv looked blissfully
at Mia as Paris planted her blonde box directly on her
face and tugged at her hair, shouting at her "IT'S
DINNER TIME!" Mia's hands were touching Paris's slim,
taut bottom with less anger and more tenderness; she
was on the verge of giving in as well...
Nicky was kissing her way up Liv's body now; they
would almost certainly be practising on each other
further before going off with customers - okay, they
had been lent out for the night, but actually fucking
one of her girls live on stage? How could she ever
live it down? And yet, Nicky did feel nice as she
faced the lady; her lean blondeness was a perfect
contrast to Liv's more filled-out brunette... and a
bargain was a bargain.
She had a job to do; and taking Nicky Hilton in her
arms, Liv Tyler started to do it.
* * * * * * * * * *
>From her own bedroom, Jennifer Lopez watched what was
happening and chuckled in satisfaction. She usually
didn't like seeing blondes on top of brunettes, but
this time she made an exception. Mia Tyler had her
hands all over Paris, and if she could have gotten the
camera closer she could have enjoyed the sight of
Mia's face rapturously eating out the woman. And over
there Liv and Nicky were kissing each other as if the
world was about to end. This swap thing was going even
better than she'd planned...
"LOPEZ!"
"Moley!" J-Lo beamed, on seeing an enraged Cindy in
the doorway. "Just in time to enjoy the show... I'm
going to make this a regular occurrence with those
two. Not always with other sisters of course, but - "
"Not on MY watch," Cindy interrupted as she strode
over to the actress. "We had a deal!"
"Yeah, a simple swap. You got Venus and Serena, I got
Liv and Mia."
"Forgotten something, Jen? Venus is mine and Serena is
yours, but Liv and Mia are BOTH mine," Cindy snapped.
"When we agreed on this, we both said it was a
one-to-one thing - one woman for another!"
"Have you seen how big Serena is?" Jennifer joked.
"Oh please, you're even less funny than a Wayans.
Permanent swaps are supposed to be a mutual thing, and
the Tylers didn't agree to this and you know it."
"They seem to be having a good time."
"They're professionals! It's their job!"
"What if Serena doesn't want to come back?" J-Lo
argued. "Can I hang on to the Tylers then?"
"First of all, Serena likes working for you... heaven
knows why."
"She wants to get into Kournikova's pants, is why,"
laughed the Latina. "Serena gets into Anna's bed on a
regular basis. Sometimes with another guy."
"So the story's true..." Cindy said, letting herself
get off the subject for a moment. "Anyway, Liv and Mia
are coming back to Cindy Inc. tomorrow, or my lawyers
are going to be paying you a visit."
"Well actually, I think one of them was here last
Thursday to have himself some Catherine Bell," J-Lo
cackled, then fell silent on seeing Cindy's face. She
meant it.
"By the way, Serena will be back here tomorrow," Cindy
added. "At Cindy Inc. people KEEP their promises."
* * * * * * * * * *
Brad watched Ashley Harkleroad encased in Serena
Williams's strong arms; Ashley was enthusiastic as
ever, and helped along by Serena's words of
encouragement. Especially the ones about how better
she was than Anna, and about how much she'd miss her.
"You never know," Ashley smiled as she stroked the
black star. "I might be on the same tournament as you
someday, and you know what happens in locker rooms."
The image of Ashley being fucked by Serena in a shower
almost distracted him from the way Venus's gorgeous
body felt under him as he pumped the player, enjoying
her hot form and the way he felt inside her - he
wouldn't have swapped this for anything. As she felt
his well-used cock fire loads and loads of come deep
into her, Venus Williams knew that she had herself
another satisfied customer.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Nicky?" Liv said as the sisters left the stage to
meet their customers of the night.
"Yes?"
"Call me."
Nicky winked and nodded.
"And bring Paris," Liv added with a smile.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Well, thanks for talking to us again, Cindy," beamed
Jules Asner from Cindy Crawford's home.
"Thank you. It's been a pleasure," Cindy replied. "But
there's one more thing..."
"Yes?" the lovely reporter prompted, sniffing an
exclusive.
"Uh... this is a private thing," Cindy continued,
sensing that Miss Asner and the crew were expecting
one helluva revelation. She mouthed "New York 1984" to
Jules.
Jules made a hand-cutting motion to the cameraman and
sound engineer, before adding "You heard her. This is
a private thing."
supermodel, mother and celebrity bordello owner. The
contents of this story are fictional and not meant to
represent the actual behaviour of the celebs
represented. Any praise or complaints should go on the
message boards or to cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk. And
if it bothers you that some of the women in this story
have had their hand crystals blinking red for years
now (especially 44-year-old Rosanna Arquette), it
could be worse; I could write an FFFF story about the
Golden Girls. Come to think of it, there was an
episode where Dorothy's sister fell in love with Rose,
but I'll just get to the story before everyone runs
off screaming...
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy Crawford may have been a supermodel, mother and
celebrity bordello owner, but she - like all the other
ladies who served at Cindy Inc. - also had to keep up
her other commitments; the odd magazine shoot here,
appearances to promote stuff there. Even though she
was strictly speaking a retired model, she still kept
herself pretty busy, and still welcomed a chance to
relax at home... whenever she wasn't overseas for some
weeks in a row, she took one night off a week from
thrashing around between silken sheets at $1000 a go,
with instructions that she wasn't to be called in
unless it was an emergency.
She'd received no such calls for the past few weeks,
and it was with not a care in the world that she
relaxed in the bath that Wednesday night. Cindy's mind
was additionally at peace with the knowledge that
Jennifer Love Hewitt was on holiday - JLH was a
favourite with customers and was a total sweetheart,
but it did seem that every time she rang she had bad
news... and there was her phone now. "Talk to me," the
brunette said lazily after picking it up with one
soapy hand.
"Did I wake you up?" asked Liv Tyler, who was
co-running the place that night.
"No, just having a bath... any problems?"
"Not really - the band's a few minutes late but
they'll be here, Beyonce's dad wants another cut of
her commission, and someone wants a four way with
Ashley Harkleroad and the Williams sisters."
"Rande wants a three way with me and Ashley as
well..." Cindy laughed, before realising what Liv had
said. "The Williams sisters?"
"Yep, and he's not leaving until he gets it.
Satisfaction guaranteed and all that."
Cindy started to sluice the bubble bath off her body,
sighing as she prepared to go down to Cindy Inc.
Getting him what he wanted would be rough, since Venus
worked for Cindy, Serena worked for Jennifer Lopez,
and Ashley was still dithering between the two...
One good thing about tonight, though; she had another
pair of sisters coming in who were much less trouble
than they were worth. They were two young women who'd
made records and appeared on TV shows. They were
blonde, and regarded with disdain by some and with
pure lust by others. They had gorgeous, tightly
packaged bodies. They were sisters. And they were
speeding to Cindy Inc. to spend their first night in
residence, with one of the sisters lavishing her mouth
on their driver's cock and pleased with her ability to
bend herself into such a small place as under the
driving seat. The driver was fighting to keep his mind
on the road, but with Ash's hot mouth in action all
the way down to his balls, it was tough.
"She better not be better than me," Jessica Simpson
pouted as she watched Ashlee Simpson gobbling her
husband's cock.
Nick knew diplomacy was key in matters like this, so
he kept his mouth shut as he felt Ashlee sucking away
and teasing his balls as if she hadn't had one in
years. The more she moved her lips along his meat, the
more pressure he put on the accelerator; he was in a
rush to get to Cindy Inc. But if he kept driving fast,
he'd have less time to enjoy Ashlee's mouth... he
slowed the car down.
"NICK!" Jessica shouted. "The boss doesn't like people
coming late!"
Feeling his cock starting to boil inside her sister's
mouth as they neared the building, Nick didn't think
that would be a problem.
* * * * * * * * * *
Ever since she had started this business, Cindy had
fielded requests from guys wanting to have a threesome
with a celeb and one of her relatives, going on the
theory of fame-by-association. The good news, both she
and Lopez had found, was that a number of the
relatives in question were perfectly willing to go
along with it (as the fellow who spent a joyful night
with Naomi, Ashley and Wynonna Judd had discovered).
The trouble was, there were always exceptions.
Driving down to the huge estate and hanging up from
putting in another call to Ashley Harkleroad's people,
Cindy had less than happy memories of one such
exception. Ironically, Big Sur - the setting for said
exception - was such a lovely place...
"I still can't believe you went along with this!"
Cindy shouted over the roar of the helicopter blades
to Patricia Arquette as they came in for a landing
near the mountain retreat.
"Hey, I can't believe YOU did!" Patricia shouted back,
keeping an eye out for her older sister.
"The client asks for the tune, we've gotta play it!
Just hope your hippie sister's there..."
"Oh, she'll be there - come on, where are you... YES!
Told you!" And Patricia stuck an arm and her head out
of the window to wave down at her sister. Standing on
the balcony of the lodge, Rosanna Arquette waved back
at her and giggled in anticipation; it had been a
while since she had been the centre of attention,
which was one reason she had agreed to participate in
this one (Patricia was the one on Cindy's books, not
Rosanna, although it wasn't out of the question that
this could change).
Cindy could make out Rosanna now as they got closer;
she was awaiting them eagerly. VERY eagerly. Rosanna
was standing there stark naked; it was true that she
was pretty relaxed about nudity (certainly more than
she had been earlier in her career), but it was still
something of a shock. Cindy shook her head in
amusement; that was a flower child for you... "Don't
you want to leave something for the client?!?" she
shouted cheerfully to Rosanna as they came in for a
landing.
"Oh, it's nothing he hasn't seen before!" Rosanna
laughed, pecking Cindy on the cheek as the supermodel
and the sister got out. "We can get the Jacuzzi warmed
up by the time he gets here..."
"Jacuzzi?" Patricia repeated.
"The client said he always wanted to do the two of us
in a hot tub," Cindy explained as they went inside.
"Not very original, but it's what he wants. And he's
paying, so who am I to complain?"
"Just as long as he isn't fat and ugly," Patricia
added. "If he is, I quit."
"Wimp," Rosanna grinned goodnaturedly as the bubbles
started to rise... as did Mr. Huston a half hour
later, feeling the troubles of the week soothe away
with the steam. This was living! Being up here in the
mountains with no one for company but his two
favourite long-time fantasy objects; Rosanna Arquette
to the left of him licking on his chest, Cindy
Crawford to the right of him fondling him and
whispering dirty talk, and Patricia Arquette between
his legs under the surface sucking on his big (in his
dreams) cock. She was swallowing him rapidly, partly
out of enthusiasm and partly because she couldn't stay
under as long as the others could, and the bubbles
rushing all around her weren't helping. Huston faced
Rosanna and kissed her hungrily, his free hand
fondling Cindy's breasts without him seeing them.
Cindy winced as he grabbed her right boob a little too
hard; she gave him a love bite that was, in turn, a
bit sharper than it normally was. (Luckily he was
single.)
As Arquette the elder climbed onto his shoulders,
Arquette the younger emerged from the depths,
frustrated that she couldn't do it before breaking for
air, and it showed. "Never mind, Patty," Cindy assured
her, as Huston grabbed Rosanna's butt and dragged the
squealing blonde towards his face. "You just need to
practice... watch." Cindy dived below the surface, and
Patricia waited for Huston to start howling into her
sister's cunt - before she felt a tongue moving over
her own. Patricia looked down to see Cindy tasting the
younger lady's box; clean-shaven and all ready, Cindy
ran her tongue along the slit, breathing slowly and
being careful not to let any air bubbles go into the
snatch.
"Pat's great," Rosanna laughed as Huston gobbled her
while eyeing those huge things on her chest she called
breasts, "but for something like what she was doing
you need someone with more experience..." and she got
off his shoulders and turned herself around. Huston's
cock grew an extra inch as he felt Rosanna's jugs
pressing on his stomach; plus she had an ass nicer
than some 20-year-olds he had known. Huston rested his
tongue on her crack as he waited for her to begin her
work... oh YESSSS!!! Rosanna was really sucking that
baby now (from the cindyinc.com forums: "Rosanna
Arquette's cocksucking was her best performance since
'Son of the Morning Star'"). Rubbing her gorgeous body
from shoulderblades to buns, Huston began to eat her
out, hoping he could do as good a job as she was.
It was definitely a case of "In Praise Of Older
Women," as Cindy Crawford had now kept under longer
than Patricia; she couldn't hear Patricia groan "Oh
shit... oh fuck Cindy that is SO GOOD... better than
Nic ever was... ohhhhh don't stop... get that tongue
up there Cindy C..." but she could tell from the
shuddering of the woman that she was pleasing her.
Cindy's tongue and lips treated every millimeter of
Patricia's quim, the water around her giving the whole
thing a mystical quality, as if she was in some kind
of strange fantasy land. Add to this the magnifying
effect it had, and Cindy was almost wanting to pay
Patricia for the privilege. She wondered if Rosanna
tasted as good...
"You taste better than your sister," Cindy told
Rosanna later, watching Huston and Patricia from a
distance. Patricia was bent over in the tub, while
Huston was behind her doing what was expected.
"You taste better than he does," Rosanna replied, as
the grunts from the other two got louder. Huston
sounded like he was about to burst the way he was
driving into her - Cindy had that gleam in her eye.
She wanted to get closer; she liked to watch when she
had the chance. Cindy got up, but Rosanna pushed her
back down with a cackle - "If anybody's going to watch
my sister with a guy close up, it's going to be ME!"
Cindy watched Rosanna run towards the two of them -
hadn't the girl heard of "restraint"? - and saw
Huston, who spotted Rosanna first, crack a wide grin
at the sight of her bouncing. Rosanna came in close,
and started to talk to him as Patricia lay flat on the
ground, writhing away with Huston's dick up her.
Huston started to chat back... too bad they were
talking more quietly, and Cindy couldn't lip read. But
from the look on Huston's face, it looked like more
dirty talk... Rosanna slapped him. Non-sexually,
directly across the face. And Patricia was pulling
herself out from under him, taking time out to hit him
in the stomach with her foot. And Huston was not into
pain.
It turned out that he had wanted to watch Patricia and
Rosanna do it with each other, and neither actress had
taken it kindly. Huston had never returned to Cindy
Inc., and Patricia almost hadn't either. Rosanna,
however, had signed up for it ("Hey, it's nice to be
wanted," she had explained), but this new scenario
probably wouldn't have that sort of silver lining,
Cindy thought to herself as she arrived at the
Brentwood establishment and headed up the stairs to
the entrance, noting a white convertible drawing to a
stop as she did so. Cindy discreetly increased her
pace up the steps so she could be at the door to greet
the three.
The veteral supermodel noticed that Ashlee still had a
few white drops on her mouth as she greeted the
Simpsons and Nick. "Get any traffic tickets?" she
asked Mr. Simpson.
"We got lucky," Nick told her as he kissed Jessica
goodnight and let her start the evening's work. "I
thought you were going to have her do 'Total Request
Live'?"
"At least I know where my Nicky's thing's been!"
Jessica argued. "Who knows what those guys on 'TRL'
do?"
"Didn't you have a few of them last time?" Cindy asked
cheekily, and laughed at how red Jessica's face went.
"You've got a busy evening - the next girl you're
breaking in is waiting for you."
"Since when did I become a Vaughn?" Jessica pouted.
"A what?" asked a puzzled Nick.
"You know, someone to sort of take care of her in the
early going," Cindy explained. "Like Sydney has Vaughn
on 'Alias.'"
"I wouldn't know, I don't watch that show."
"And they say Jessica's the stupid one," Cindy thought
as she bid Nick farewell and ushered the sisters
Simpson inside. Ashlee was eager to get going here; it
was one of the smoothest recruitments ever. She just
hoped Ashley Harkleroad was as easy to deal with...
* * * * * * * * * *
Jessica Simpson was not finding Ashley Harkleroad as
easy to deal with. Some dubbed her the American Anna
Kournikova, except that a) Anna was one of the most
popular women at Jennifer Lopez's place, and b) Ashley
wasn't totally useless at tennis. (Though in fairness,
neither was Anna.) She was certainly giving Mrs.
Lachey and Mrs. Lachey's sister a rough time on the
tennis courts on the Cindy Inc. grounds, and this
despite Ashley's doubles partner being the
tennis-challenged Mia Tyler.
"Dammit!" Jessica shouted as she missed Ashley's serve
and watched the ball dribble to a stop on the far end.
"I thought that one would be easy."
"It WAS easy, Jessie!" Ashley called back. "You'll get
one back sooner or later."
"More likely later," Ashlee chuckled, as she served
Ashley and Mia, and revelled in the fact that she was
the better player of the two sisters.
"How does this sound for some motivation?" Mia
suggested. "You win, Ash joins the club."
"MIA!" Jessica groaned. "I told you I was going to ask
her AFTER the match!"
"No, I like it," the teenager said, propelling the
ball towards the other Ash. "One game, that's all it
has to be. Start this one over..."
"You're on," Jessica agreed, and clutched her tennis
racket tighter.
"Good luck, Bobby," Mia called.
"Fuck you, Billie Jean," Ashlee responded, and the
game was on.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Ah, Miss Crawford," was how Brad greeted Cindy when
she met him in the foyer. "Where are the Williams
sisters?"
"Well," Cindy replied, turning on The Smile at full
blast, "we've got a slight problem - Serena's not one
of our ladies."
"But everyone knows you and Miss Lopez are actually
partners."
Cindy was dying to sling him outside personally (and
she could have done it; she towered over him), but
instead she was all sweetness and light. "No, she
really is a rival, and she really won't let Serena go.
If you'll come with me, I can show you who's available
this week - I'm sure we can find someone you'll
like..."
"Miss Crawford, when I set my mind on something I do
not settle for anything less."
Picky bastard, Cindy thought. Out loud, she said
"Well, perhaps you could be with Venus here and then
visit J-Lo's?"
"You must be joking! Visit that leper colony again? I
insist on sleeping with the sisters in THIS building,
otherwise several of my clients will be going
elsewhere."
Brad, who had several very lucrative clients, had said
the magic words. As Cindy led Brad to the tennis
courts where he could watch Ashley running around in
short skirts, she hoped that the thing she had to do
now would be over quickly.
* * * * * * * * * *
Half an hour later, Cindy turned up on the courts.
There had been a major battle on that ground, with
blood, sweat, tears, the lot. But the Simpsons had
been whooping along their side of the court when the
boss arrived, and Brad himself had a blissfully happy
look on his mug - "Say hi to your newest recruit!" Mia
Tyler called out, pointing to Ashley.
"One step closer," Cindy said to Brad in passing, who
grinned in anticipation. Grinning was the last thing
on Cindy's mind as she went up to Mia, hoping she
wouldn't yell too loudly at the thought of spending
"THE NIGHT AT LOPEZ'S?!?" Mia yelled very loudly.
"You and Liv, yeah," Cindy repeated as they left the
court.
"What the hell were you thinking, Cindy? You know I'd
go on a diet before going to that rat's nest..."
"First off, J-Lo's place isn't that bad. Secondly,
it's only for one night - I didn't want to, but I
don't want to lose Brad."
"Speak for yourself," Mia snorted.
"Anyway, I had to swap you and Liv for one of her
ladies," Cindy continued. "Things'll be okay in the
morning."
"Which lady?" Mia asked suspiciously.
"One of Ashley's compadres."
"It's not Kournikova, is it? I thought after that
business in Paris..."
* * * * * * * * * *
"She's here," Jennifer Lopez, who was actually on site
that evening, said curtly to Serena Williams. No one
was allowed to mention Cindy Crawford's name around
J-Lo's, not even J-Lo herself.
"Hang on a minute," Serena said. "Anna's not finished
yet." And she returned to the one-way glass wall that
separate the shower from her quarters; Serena had had
it installed so that she could watch any attractive
clients showering. Anna K was inside the shower at the
time, happily bestowing her mouth on her client's
freshly washed knob, and Serena was watching the
proceedings. Jennifer L didn't approve, but as long as
it kept Serena on staff.
"Yep, just as I thought," she laughed richly as the
man splattered into Anna's eyes. "Another
twenty-second man..." She shot up and followed Lopez
downstairs to the entrance, where Cindy was waiting
with Mia and Liv Tyler on either side of her, feeling
like she was an agent about to make a handover across
the border. Which she was.
"Hi, moley," Lopez said calmly as she faced Cindy with
Serena.
"Hi, Jen," Cindy said calmly. "Let's do this."
Serena stepped into Cindy's custody as the Tylers
entered chez Lopez, and the door slammed in the
supermodel and the tennis player's faces. "She doesn't
waste any time," Serena laughed. "C'mon, Crawford,
let's do this..."
"Sisters back in action, right?" Venus boomed.
"Right!" Serena shouted, highfiving her sis.
"So what's this guy look like? Cause you know it's
easier if he doesn't look like Dan Rather or
something."
"He definitely doesn't look like Dan Rather," Cindy
assured them, and enjoyed their shocked faces when she
added "He looks more like Walter Cronkite."
* * * * * * * * * *
You could tell by the way he used his walk he was a
woman's man, no time to talk. In fact, Brad was a
woman's man even without the strut that he thought
made him a hit with the laydeez; he was still fully
dressed to meet Venus, and was quite happy to let her
take the lead as they shook hands. They were strong
but softer than he'd thought they'd be.
"So you're the guy," Serena said in relief as she
greeted Brad. "Walter Cronkite my big round ass..."
"Walter Cronkite?" Brad asked, trying to pull his mind
away from thoughts of Serena's ample rump.
"Private joke," Cindy said hastily. "I'll let you
alone now..."
"So," Brad asked when La Crawford had left, "who's
first?"
"You!" the Williamses sang in unison, and started to
undress the man. Serena was even happier to see the
rest of him wasn't Cronkite-ish either.
At J-Lo's, meanwhile, there were one or two CBS news
representatives in attendance; Mia recognised them as
she and Liv were exploring the place. "Think Cindy's
ever been here?" Mia whispered.
"If she has, she isn't saying," Liv whispered back, as
they studied the surprisingly tasteful surroundings.
Whereas Cindy Inc. was like a massive mansion, J-Lo's
was closer to a hotel, with staff in uniforms (green,
with a monogrammed "JL" on the front), and floors
similarly alike. The place had been deliberately made
bigger than Cindy Inc., but it lacked the "Welcome
home" feel of Cindy's establishment - Liv felt that if
she dropped a wrapper on the floor a robot would come
out to clean it up, which was ironic given that
Jennifer Lopez was scrappier than Cindy Crawford.
"Come on, ladies, I'll introduce you," Lopez said as
they entered the lounge. "Is the mike on? I don't want
to have a repeat of that business with Ashanti..."
The sight of J-Lo making her way to the stage was teh
signal for the band on it to stop and one of the
assistants to put on Miss L's customized microphone,
the one she only used when she wanted to make a
special announcement. Beckoning to the sisters to come
on stage, the bottomy one surveyed the audience and
licked her lips at the thought of all the money...
"Hey, people!" Jennifer shouted. "I got one over on
that retired clotheshorse again! Two more of moley's
ladies saw the light and here they are, on permanent
loan to J-Lo's..."
"PERMANENT?!" the sisters mouthed to each other as
Jennifer Lopez yelled "Get out your cocks and welcome
LIV AND MIA TYLER!!!!"
* * * * * * * * * *
At 18, Ashley was the youngest person to join the crew
in a while, which was another bonus as far as Jessica
was concerned; not that she minded working with
another woman, but it was nicer when she was still
pretty young. Some ladies didn't mind working with
older women, but Jessica Simpson wasn't one of them;
she still shuddered over the time she had been called
in by Celine Dion (there were some celebs who neither
Miss Crawford nor Miss Lopez were eager to sign up).
Fortunately, Ashley had no idea of what that horrible
night had been like. Instead she was back on the
courts, chatting amiably as the Simpsons lightly
stroked either side of her - she stayed off the
subject of tennis, figuring they weren't into shop
talk. "You know why I went with Cindy?"
"Because you lost the game," Ashlee suggested,
fondling the teenager's trimmed bush.
"Yeah, but also because Lopez already got Kournikova.
I didn't feel like being a sub for Anna - I want to be
my own girl... ready now?"
"Uh-huh," Jessica nodded, stepping back and looking at
the girl's body. Golden all over, with pert breasts
that had never as yet been touched by man and legs
that were both athletic and sexy, Ashley had been the
subject of a lot of requests, and tonight she'd be in
action for the first time. But first she had to
practice... Jessica spread her hands and waited as
Ashley raised herself on her back, her legs open, and
pushed hard.
A tennis ball shot out of her virginal box with more
force than even she had expected, so it took Jessica
by surprise - she nearly didn't stop the glistening
ball. "How many can you fit in there?" she asked
Ashley.
"Come on and see," the girl grinned. It never ceased
to amaze Jessica how quickly so many of them got into
the spirit as she crouched down in front of the player
and delicately ran her fingers along her slot, before
becoming the first person to put her tongue inside.
MMMMMMM! This was sweet stuff, no kidding... Jessica
lapped her tongue around further up Ashley, wondering
if she was kidding about having anything else up
there, and listening to the tennis player's moans as
she enjoyed her first munch.
Ashlee had refused to be left out of the action, and
helped Ashley up without having to break off her
sister's mouth. She got her hands on Miss Harkleroad's
chest from behind and gently nuzzled her neck as she
stroked her. "It won't always be this easy, Ash," the
Simpson sister told her as she probed the nipples.
"Just a warning."
Feeling Ashlee Simpson's pussy rubbing against her ass
and Jessica's tongue prodding against the other tennis
ball she had fit inside, Ashley Harkleroad didn't have
warnings on her mind. The only thing the new celeb
prostitute had on her mind was how soon she could get
her hands on Jessica Simpson's beautiful round ass. As
if reading her mind, Jessica started to lick Ashley's
stomach and move upwards, rising from the ground and
resting her hands on her lover's thighs; she caressed
her way upwards and pushed herself against Miss
Harkleroad, watching the girl's face as she felt their
breasts coming together. "Feels great, huh?" Jessica
asked, pushing a hand back down into Ashley's cunt.
"Uhhhhh..." Ashley could only moan as she put her
hands on Jessica's blond tresses and ran her fingers
through them, along her shoulders and down her back,
feeling Ashlee Simpson's mouth on her own spine and
her fingers on her legs. "What a butt," Ashley thought
to herself as she rested her eager hands on Jessica's
rump and began to rub and squeeze it. Listening to
Jessica's low grunts of satisfaction as she nuzzled
the tennis player, Ashley wondered what Ashlee was up
to behind her.
With a gasp, she got her answer - Ashlee had picked up
her racket and had swatted her blushing buns with it.
"You've gotta be ready for anything, girl," the
Simpson sister said breezily as Ashley kissed Jessica,
her butt stinging with the impact. "Here comes another
one..."
"OW!" Ashley cried with surprise. Her ass was on the
verge of glowing as she pulled Jessica tighter,
grinding their snatches together. Ashley started to
push against Jessica as she waited for the next swat;
"OH SHITTT!!!!" she yowled as the racket slammed onto
her seat for a third time. Ashlee was only planning to
do it twice more, but Ashley didn't know that; she had
her own plans, feeling her clit come as close to
rubbing Jessica's as possible, and feeling Jessica's
tongue on her tits.
Now Ashley Harkleroad's buns were showing the signs of
the paddling, and there was just one more thing to do.
Turning the racket around, Ashlee aimed the prelubed
end at her lover's cleft, and thrust. "AAAAHHHHHH!!!"
Ashley hollered as she felt the handle sliding into
her ass, forced into bending over to accomodate it and
still holding Jessica in her arms as if they were
dancing, still pushing against her as Ashlee fucked
her with the racket handle. Too damn bad Kirsten Dunst
couldn't fit this into her movie about Wimbledon,
Ashlee thought as she twirled it inside Ashley
Harkleroad's no longer virgin behind.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh....!!!!FUUCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" Ashley cried
out as she quivered with her orgasm, letting Jessica
Simpson go, herself pretty excited as she started
fingering herself. She was thrilled by the sight of
her sister butt-fucking Ashley, yes; but what made
Jessica come was the feeling she got when the tennis
balls that Ashley had transferred into her cunt popped
out.
* * * * * * * * * *
While Liv did a recreation of her poledance from that
video, Mia had told the remarkably good-natured
audience that she had to... um... answer a call. With
Lopez's cheery exhortation to hurry back ringing
through her ears, the plumper Tyler scurried towards
the bathrooms - then ran past them, going up to the
room she and Liv had been given. What she had to do
wasn't Number One-related, but it really couldn't
wait.
Safely inside, Mia got out her mobile, and thanked the
heavens that Cindy wasn't on duty tonight; she just
hoped that she hadn't switched it off or something.
"Come on, Cindy," Mia muttered as the whooping of the
audience reached her room; Liv was building up to the
finish. She didn't have much time...
"Cindy speaking."
"Cindy, we are in real deep shit here," Mia started.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Swapping forever?" Cindy Crawford said to herself as
she drove through the streets at speed less than five
minutes later. "Not part of the deal, Lopez."
* * * * * * * * * *
"What deal?" Liv asked, wiping her forehead and
listening to the audience chanting "LIV! LIV! LIV!
LIV!"
"It's all legal, babe," Lopez chuckled. "Moley and I
had a meeting just after she stole Katie Holmes from
me - "
"Which was just after you stole Tara Reid from her,"
Mia pointed out.
"Yeah, yeah, anyway the two of us met up one night and
we signed an agreement that we could carry out a swap.
One time only. For keeps."
"And Cindy agreed to this?" Liv asked. "How do we know
you're not lying?"
"Come on, we've got a few minutes before you start
making some dreams come true - " Lopez led them to her
office, sat her rump down and opened a drawer in her
desk. "Here we go..." and she handed the Tylers a
sheet of paper filled with Lopez's handwriting, except
at the bottom, where it was joined by Cindy's
signature. Liv and Mia nodded, and handed it back.
"No fussing? No arguing?" J-Lo asked as she put it
back in the drawer.
"No need; Cindy'll straighten it out when she gets
here," Mia explained.
They seemed pretty sure of themselves, but Miss Lopez
let it pass. She pointed towards the main area, where
their co-stars would be waiting, and shooed them out.
The house band struck up a lively number as the Tylers
strutted out; wiggling along the stage, Liv started to
peel off her clothes while Mia ground away next to
her. She saw two guys openly staring at her, or rather
openly staring at her large tits. Not one to
disappoint a fan, Mia undulated over to them and
slowly popped open her top, showing them her breasts
spilling from her brassiere. She flung the shirt into
the crowd, and walked away from them as the guys tore
it to shreds - those who weren't watching her
backside, that is. It was big and beautiful, and they
were dying to get their fingers, tongues, and/or
pricks up it.
Liv had already thrown off her shirt, and was removing
her dress a bit at a time, teasing them by lowering it
two inches and raising it one while making a game of
whether she should go all the way or not. Finally she
flung it off, and listened to the guys exult the sight
of her long, thong-clad legs. The stunning Aerosmith
by-products were now down to their undies as they
moved back-to-back for some more dancing, their
fingers straying enticingly close to the straps of
their lingerie.
"You know, these girls shouldn't have to do ALL the
work," the announcer Ruby Wax crowed over the PA. "So
to finish the job, Jennifer Lopez's own sister act -
you know them, admit it you wanna fuck them... you'll
know 'em when you see 'em..."
It shouldn't have been a surprise for Liv and Mia to
see that Paris and Nicky Hilton, arriving wearing even
less than the Tylers, had joined J-Lo's harem. But it
was.
* * * * * * * * * *
Brad was in heaven. Lying face down on the table, he
felt Serena's strong hands moulding and kneading his
muscles up and down, letting all the tensions of the
past few days ease out. The setbacks at work, the kids
who'd broken into his car, his ex-girlfriend's
unending phone calls... none of that mattered. All
that mattered now was that the world's number one
tennis player was demonstrating her forehand on his
body. He sighed deeply, waiting to feel Serena's hands
on his prick, already hard and long and pressed under
the weight of his body.
Standing in front of him, Venus Williams was doing
some massaging of her own. She had her back to him as
she worked oil into her skin; like her sister, she was
powerfully built, and she was essentially carrying on
like the star of one of those movies usually reserved
for late night cable, lacking only in lingering camera
pans and slow sleazy saxophone music. In fact, Brad
could see the camera traversing Venus's dark form,
moving down her back to linger on her proud, round
buttocks, all shiny and ready. Venus was bending over
and doing her legs, and Brad could see part of her
jugs as she did so. He tilted his head to get a better
view as Serena's hands moved down further.
"Don't hurt yourself," Venus told him, and turned
around, continuing the Playboy Channel act as she
worked her melons for him. Brad wanted to jack off
onto her so badly as she walked towards him, gleaming
with the oil and visibly hungry for him (or at least
pretending to be, as was her prostitute wont).
"Stiff, huh?" Serena asked Brad. She rolled him over
and grinned as his erection popped up like a daisy.
Brad felt it get slightly stiffer at the sight of
Serena's lovely rippling nudity. Venus strolled over
to her sister and stood by her side, making Brad's
fantasy complete, before the two moved to either side
of him. Serena and Venus knelt down and began to lick
his rod from either side.
The two women's tongues slithered down his pole
towards his aching balls. Venus started to suck on
said sacs, licking them and flicking them with her
tongue, while Serena curled her tongue around Brad's
cock, slurping it and blowing on it gently. Then she
started to consume it eagerly, her head taking the
shaft in up to the balls, which as Venus still had
them in her mouth meant the two nearly butted heads.
His equipment was out of sight, inside the Williams
sisters's mouths. Brad gulped as he watched them
sucking and grunting away, the only fear being that
the two of them might stop. He reached out and began
to stroke the dark beauties; their faces may not have
been standard looker material, but once you got by
that they had practically everything a man who didn't
have a skinniness fetish could want. Brad clutched as
much of their seat meat as he could; ripe, round and
hard, it was a tossup who had the nicer ass. He worked
his fingers into each crack, dreaming of the time when
he could replace the fingers with his cock...
Venus slapped his hand away. "Sorry, kid, my ass has a
Do Not Enter sign," she told him with a slight laugh
as she let his balls go. "It's Serena who likes it up
there." She rose as Serena continued to treat his
cock, proving why she was the world's number one;
Venus ignored her sister's mumbling and panting as she
started to feel Brad's cock dripping. "I'm all
missionary," she continued, turning his head towards
her curly-haired pussy. "But this is all yours..."
Brad's eyes widened at the sight of Venus's plump,
musky cunt. He opened his mouth and moved his head
forward as Venus danced back. Brad's disappointment
was curtailed by the feeling he was getting down below
- he forgot about Venus's snatch and centred on
Serena's mouth; she was about to drink from his
cock...
"You ever done it with a white girl?" Venus asked.
"No..." Brad gasped. He couldn't hold off any longer.
"YO, ASHLEY!" Venus called. "GET IN HERE!"
"But... but... BUTTTTTTIIIIII..." Brad screamed,
clutching the table as his cock fired deep into
Serena's throat.
"But you don't like white girls, I know," Venus said,
as the Simpson sisters brought in a slightly dazed but
still perky Ashley Harkleroad. "You want this..." she
pointed to her ass. "And that..." She pointed to
Serena, who had taken Brad's coming cock out and was
thrusting it in her hands. "You've gotta take that..."
and she pointed to Ashley's cunt. "How bad do you want
it?"
"Real bad..." Brad whispered. He really did prefer
black girls to ones of his own colour, but there was a
first time for everything.
Ashley had the look of a woman who had just enjoyed a
good workout with a sexy blonde singer. Said singer
gave Miss Harkleroad's ass a final good swat with her
tennis racket before looking at the handle fondly and
kissing it. "Don't be too rough with her!" Jessica
laughed. "Me and the sis aren't finished with her
yet."
"You really want to burn her out after one night?"
Serena asked.
"Who's burnt out?" Ashley asked.
"YES!" the Simpsons shouted, highfiving each other
before departing; J & A had themselves a beach party
to attend to. Lots of cute guys there, and they were
going to be making $100 per head - the night was
young, and so were they...
Ashley watched the two depart with hungry eyes, before
she felt two strong hands grab her. "They'll be back,
Ash," Venus told her. "But now you're ours."
Brad was loving the contrast between the dark brown
skin of the Williams pair and Ashley's light golden
hue. That, and the way Venus kissed Ashley's neck, ear
and cheek while Serena gently fondled Miss
Harkleroad's firm, cute chest; she loved rubbing
little nipples like Ashley's. Brad watched as Ashley
began to return each kiss, while Serena made her right
hand into a fist, extended the middle finger, ran it
down Ashley's front and slid it into her tight, hot
little cunt. Both Serena and Ashley sighed deeply at
how it felt; Venus let one of her fingers go in there
as well as Brad got up and walked behind her.
Ashley's buns had a few red marks on them; nothing to
make them bleed, but they were visible. Brad pressed
his cock between the cheeks as the sisters
thoughtfully bent Ashley forward, still stroking and
kissing her, with Ashley feeling each sister in return
and licking Venus's heavy tits. Brad started to slide
his cock back and forth between the mounds of Ashley's
tenderized bottom, and reached around to cup her
breasts, having to fight with Serena for some space.
Ashley was soon invisible underneath the three others.
Serena studied Brad's face as he jerked between the
cheeks. He was liking it more than he had planned for,
judging from the way he pushed Ashley forward, slipped
the throbbing prick out and thrust deep into her
snatch - and his face lit up even more. Sliding into
Ashley's cunt was one of the easiest things on earth;
tight as anything, but a smooth fit if ever there was
one. The girl's gaping mouth was soon smothered by
Serena's pussy, and Ashley started to eat for the
second time that night, as Venus embraced the grinding
guy and tongued his ear.
"Don't give her all your stuff," she whispered.
"Because I'm next."
* * * * * * * * * *
"Don't look so surprised," Nicky Hilton told Liv as
she held the actress down on the carpet. "We were
going to join one of them anyway."
"Plus we've got to work for our money now," Paris
pouted as she struggled with Mia.
Liv kicked and bucked, but Nicky wasn't as frail as
she looked; it should have been an unfair fight, given
that both Liv and Mia were carrying more meat on their
bones than the famously slim heiresses. But the
Hiltons were fast and liked to fight dirty; the stage
was filled with the antics of the thong-clad young
women, and the blonde ones had the advantage. Nicky
straddled Liv as she throttled her neck, while the
brunette hit back as best she could; Mia was shocked
that Paris was stronger than she looked, so shocked
that she almost didn't react when the woman forced one
of her knees into her crotch. But only almost.
Mia planted her hands on Paris's tiny tits and
clutched HARD. "Titty twister!" she bellowed and
wrenched on Paris's boobs - Paris responded in kind,
and laughed at how Mia's face contorted. The bigger
the chest, the more it hurt.
Liv tore at Nicky's bra top, pulling it off and
leaving her topless, and wrapped it around her
opponent's neck, pulling hard. Nicky gagged and
relaxed her grip on Liv, and Steven's daughter tugged
harder, pulling Nicky down until she was face to face
with Liv, who butted her on the forehead and thrust
her aside, leaping up to aid her sister. "Dream on!"
Nicky yelled, and grabbed one of Liv's legs, bringing
her down to the stage floor. Clutching her milky
thigh, Nicky took hold of her opponent's panties and
ripped, revealing a gorgeous bush. Holding tight to
Liv all the while and ignoring her desperate attempts
to escape, Nicky licked her lips and dived into what
was on display.
Seeing her sister being slapped around by Paris
fricking Hilton, Liv tried to edge closer to the
battling pair, but part of her was falling victim to
Nicky's mouth...
"Well, we've got one!" Ruby bellowed. "And if Paris
licks out Mia, we've got a winning team; if not we got
a tie! But hey, they're all going to be in action with
customers later on tonight, so everybody wins..."
Liv's trembling hands dropped to the floor as she let
herself be tasted by the heiress. Nicky's tongue was
proving that she actually did have some talent, even
if it was only (only?) for oral sex. Slowly the look
on Liv's face turned from anxiety to something like
pleasure as Nicky caressed her legs and licked the
inside of her sweet, sweet cunt. Liv looked blissfully
at Mia as Paris planted her blonde box directly on her
face and tugged at her hair, shouting at her "IT'S
DINNER TIME!" Mia's hands were touching Paris's slim,
taut bottom with less anger and more tenderness; she
was on the verge of giving in as well...
Nicky was kissing her way up Liv's body now; they
would almost certainly be practising on each other
further before going off with customers - okay, they
had been lent out for the night, but actually fucking
one of her girls live on stage? How could she ever
live it down? And yet, Nicky did feel nice as she
faced the lady; her lean blondeness was a perfect
contrast to Liv's more filled-out brunette... and a
bargain was a bargain.
She had a job to do; and taking Nicky Hilton in her
arms, Liv Tyler started to do it.
* * * * * * * * * *
>From her own bedroom, Jennifer Lopez watched what was
happening and chuckled in satisfaction. She usually
didn't like seeing blondes on top of brunettes, but
this time she made an exception. Mia Tyler had her
hands all over Paris, and if she could have gotten the
camera closer she could have enjoyed the sight of
Mia's face rapturously eating out the woman. And over
there Liv and Nicky were kissing each other as if the
world was about to end. This swap thing was going even
better than she'd planned...
"LOPEZ!"
"Moley!" J-Lo beamed, on seeing an enraged Cindy in
the doorway. "Just in time to enjoy the show... I'm
going to make this a regular occurrence with those
two. Not always with other sisters of course, but - "
"Not on MY watch," Cindy interrupted as she strode
over to the actress. "We had a deal!"
"Yeah, a simple swap. You got Venus and Serena, I got
Liv and Mia."
"Forgotten something, Jen? Venus is mine and Serena is
yours, but Liv and Mia are BOTH mine," Cindy snapped.
"When we agreed on this, we both said it was a
one-to-one thing - one woman for another!"
"Have you seen how big Serena is?" Jennifer joked.
"Oh please, you're even less funny than a Wayans.
Permanent swaps are supposed to be a mutual thing, and
the Tylers didn't agree to this and you know it."
"They seem to be having a good time."
"They're professionals! It's their job!"
"What if Serena doesn't want to come back?" J-Lo
argued. "Can I hang on to the Tylers then?"
"First of all, Serena likes working for you... heaven
knows why."
"She wants to get into Kournikova's pants, is why,"
laughed the Latina. "Serena gets into Anna's bed on a
regular basis. Sometimes with another guy."
"So the story's true..." Cindy said, letting herself
get off the subject for a moment. "Anyway, Liv and Mia
are coming back to Cindy Inc. tomorrow, or my lawyers
are going to be paying you a visit."
"Well actually, I think one of them was here last
Thursday to have himself some Catherine Bell," J-Lo
cackled, then fell silent on seeing Cindy's face. She
meant it.
"By the way, Serena will be back here tomorrow," Cindy
added. "At Cindy Inc. people KEEP their promises."
* * * * * * * * * *
Brad watched Ashley Harkleroad encased in Serena
Williams's strong arms; Ashley was enthusiastic as
ever, and helped along by Serena's words of
encouragement. Especially the ones about how better
she was than Anna, and about how much she'd miss her.
"You never know," Ashley smiled as she stroked the
black star. "I might be on the same tournament as you
someday, and you know what happens in locker rooms."
The image of Ashley being fucked by Serena in a shower
almost distracted him from the way Venus's gorgeous
body felt under him as he pumped the player, enjoying
her hot form and the way he felt inside her - he
wouldn't have swapped this for anything. As she felt
his well-used cock fire loads and loads of come deep
into her, Venus Williams knew that she had herself
another satisfied customer.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Nicky?" Liv said as the sisters left the stage to
meet their customers of the night.
"Yes?"
"Call me."
Nicky winked and nodded.
"And bring Paris," Liv added with a smile.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Well, thanks for talking to us again, Cindy," beamed
Jules Asner from Cindy Crawford's home.
"Thank you. It's been a pleasure," Cindy replied. "But
there's one more thing..."
"Yes?" the lovely reporter prompted, sniffing an
exclusive.
"Uh... this is a private thing," Cindy continued,
sensing that Miss Asner and the crew were expecting
one helluva revelation. She mouthed "New York 1984" to
Jules.
Jules made a hand-cutting motion to the cameraman and
sound engineer, before adding "You heard her. This is
a private thing."