anonymous
12-08-2007, 10:34 PM
The continuing adventures of Cindy Crawford -
supermodel, mother and celebrity bordello owner. The
celebrities are real, but the way they're used isn't
how they are in real life. (Except for Monica Bellucci
wearing hardly anything, obviously.) All comments,
complaints, whatever to go on the message boards or to
cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk.
Previously on "Cindy Inc.": Cindy and four of her
ladies (Monica, Sophie Anderton, Emmanuelle Beart and
Holly Valance) have been summoned by the
multimilionaire McMurdo family for a command
performance, and find they'll be competing against a
team from J-Lo's - Asia Argento, Catherine Zeta Jones,
Sophie Marceau, Melissa George and team leader
Angelina Jolie - in a hunt through the island's jungle
to decide which lady will be the mother of the oldest
son's child, in a contest which millions throughout
the world are watching secretly, complete with
commentators and bets. The women are being chased by
the McMurdos and each other; Holly and Catherine are
already gone, and it looks like Monica will be the
next at the hands of Asia. Now read on...
* * * * * * * * * *
Asia was about ten feet from Monica when she made her
move. She was fast and she was wiry; Monica would be
hers before you could say "Scarlet Diva."
But fast as she was, being in the jungle had left them
all on edge; Monica snapped her head towards the
source of the sound Asia made when she jumped out of
the bushes, and screamed "ARGENTO!!!" as she flew
through the air. This time Cindy, Emmanuelle and
Sophie were close enough to get over there in time as
Asia hit the ground, bruising her chin as she landed.
But the real pain was in knowing she had failed.
Still, she who fights and runs away...
"Another time," she hissed and ran for it.
"No," Monica rasped. "Now!" She raced after her as
Cindy called for Monica to stop, let her go, leave the
grudge match for later... but the chase was on. Monica
was angry, and anger gave her speed. Soon she had left
the American, the Brit and the Gaul far behind,
vaulting over roots and bursting through foliage in
her determination to get Asia.
"How can she run so fast? I mean, you'd think those
gigantic tits would slow her down..." Sophie Anderton
grumbled.
Ironically, Monica Bellucci's mountains were also on
Asia Argento's mind; because hers were smaller she
knew she didn't have to worry about them getting in
the way of things, and she also thought that the lack
of extra weight made it easier to get away. She took a
quick peek behind; yes, the greenery was building up,
AND she couldn't see Monica. She'd lost her! Now all
she had to do was get back in touch with her friends,
and -
One moment she was flying away from Monica, the next
she was eating dirt. Someone or something had slammed
into her and had clapped her hand over her mouth to
stop her making a sound. Asia's eyes were sparking
with rage as she glared at Carter McMurdo; he had
skulked behind her even more carefully than she had
followed Monica. "You... You...!" she muttered, trying
to sink her teeth into his hand.
"Shut up and listen!" he told her as quietly and
forcefully as he could. "I don't want Cindy Crawford
to win any more than you do..."
Asia stopped struggling, and her eyes calmed down.
This was sounding interesting.
"Some members of my family are very keen that none of
Cindy's women come out on top. Money, know what I
mean?"
Asia nodded.
"I've got a LOT of money on Lara Croft winning. And
McMurdos don't like to lose - now if you play along we
can see to it that Cindy's team gets reduced while
yours... isn't. And in case you're wondering, I didn't
get Monica because if I stopped to poke her you
would've gotten away, and then we couldn't have had
this little arrangement. Now, how about it?"
Asia winked as Carter let her go, as Monica - who had
kept after Asia but had taken cover on hearing
Carter's arrival - briskly and quietly got out of
range of their ears. He had lowered his voice because
he knew Monica was around, but it wasn't the voice
that had tipped her off; it was the sight of Carter.
She had glimpsed him, wondered why there had been no
tell-tale thrashing, put two and two together and come
up with a very worrying four.
Safely out of earshot, Monica Bellucci began to run.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Where's she off to?" Charisma Carpenter asked
herself.
"Never mind that," her partner slurred. "Can't that
camera get any closer? YES!" he yelled in joy a moment
later as the overhead cameras zeroed in on Monica's
breasts. Poetry in motion for sure.
"You've got all her movies at home, you see her tits
all the time!" Charisma pouted. "Aren't you sick of
them?"
"I see yours all the time, and I'm not sick of them,"
he pointed out, continuing to stare at Monica running.
When was there going to be a shower scene?
"Great save."
Monica didn't have the viewers on her mind - all she
had on her mind was how soon it would be before she
could get back to the others. The good news was that
they weren't far away... but even in those few
seconds, it wasn't short enough for her to be snapped
out of her stride by an arm around her waist. Carter
had caught her; trapping sexy Italian women was his
specialty, even ones as determined to get away as
Monica. He quickly flung her down and pinned her, in
spite of all her enraged kicking and screaming.
"Thanks for making this easy," he chuckled, pulling
Monica's shorts off and stiffening men everywhere when
her magnificently hairy pussy was exposed to the
cameras. "You're very obliging to men. And women."
Right on cue, Asia joined them. Monica's legs were
spread as she arrived, with Miss Bellucci spitting
fury and saliva at the partners; ignoring the foul
soundtrack, Asia cast her eyes on Monica's cunt.
"Lying on your back with your legs apart. Standard
operating procedure for you, right?" she sneered.
"Wow, this is interesting," Gabby said in the studio
(the front room of the McMurdos's mansion). "Monica's
being double-teamed by a McMurdo and one of J-Lo's...
is this against the rules?"
"The rich are different from you and me," Leeann told
her.
"You and I, you ignorant Yank - no offence, Lisa,"
Gabby told her colleague.
"Anyway, if this isn't against the rules, it should
be," Kirsty continued. "Come on Monica, you didn't
make a movie with Vin bloody Diesel, give that
tasteless talentless jerk what she deserves!"
"Asia's getting some heavy duty equipment out... guess
she's going to make Monica all airtight before she has
her way with her... no wait a minute, HERE SHE COMES
TO SAVE THE DAY...!" Leeann sang out, as a new figure
joined the fray. The four women started to yak
excitedly at this new twist, as they watched Asia be
dragged off Monica by a blonde, angry Frenchwoman.
"You think you're the only person who can follow
people around? DO YOU?!?" Emmanuelle Beart hollered as
Monica was relieved of Asia's weight. Her relief
turned to alarm as Carter leaped onto her - and leaped
off a second later as she slammed her knee into his
exposed crotch. Both his prick and him fell down limp
and useless, as Monica got up and joined Asia and
Emmanuelle. "No, I can do her myself..." the French
actress panted as she ripped off Asia's clothes. "Go -
I'll handle Carter..."
"No, I will." And Monica kicked him again in the same
spot. Harder. "Be a good boy and just lie there." And
she raced off to join the others, Carter's cock aching
a bit harder at the sight of her round, receding rump.
Sighing a little - even if she was with the enemy she
was still fine - he turned his attention to Asia, who
raged furiously as Emmanuelle opened the bag, humming
happily as she took out the plugs and silken scarf
inside.
"I hear you like to go the autoasphyxiation route...
not today, but this still has its uses," she said,
tying Asia's hands together securely. "So you want to
go airtight, do you? Always willing to please, that's
me," she added, laughing while she ducked her head
down and inserted a vibrator into Asia's cunt.
"Ssssssh - I like listening to it go in..."
"Listen to this, loser!"
"Look, you weren't in 'Mission: Impossible,' get over
it," Emmanuelle chided as she turned it on, and
watched Asia's face as the buzzing started to work.
Then she indicated that Asia turn over - "I'm not
going to roll you, my dear" - and as the sullen
Italian complied, Emmanuelle pinched the cheeks. "Not
bad. Not as nice as our Monica's, of course, but not
bad." She spread apart Asia's rump, lightly sucked on
the butt plug to wetten it, and jammed it inside,
patting the buttocks as they closed up after it.
"Oh, you are going to pay for thiMMMMM - " and Asia
got no further as Emmanuelle stuffed a lifelike dildo
far into her mouth, whistling to Carter. Still wincing
a little, he crawled over to the two women as
Emmanuelle started to kiss Asia's breasts tenderly,
while running her fingers through her short black
hair. "Now, do you want these things out of you or
not?"
Asia nodded.
"Well, first of all, you need to suck off poor Carter
here. Soothe his penis a little. And you need to do it
three times. One for each plug."
Asia mumbled something through the dildo, and
Emmanuelle pulled it out.
"When I'm through with you - "
Emmanuelle stuck it back in. "Like I was saying, do
him and I'll let out one plug. Do ME and I'll let out
the other. Fair enough?" She pulled it out again, and
this time Asia didn't say anything because it was
promptly replaced by Carter's cock. Smiling,
Emmanuelle moved behind the younger woman and began to
fondle her back. She was a nice person, really, once
you were in total control of her. And stroking Asia
was like fondling velvet... the older Frenchwoman
slowed her pace so she could savour the experience.
Asia, on the other hand, slowed down nothing as she
loved Carter's sore organ. Monica had stamped on it
hard enough to leave some bruises, and it still ached
a little, but Asia's sucking was easing the pain
somewhat. Carter was starting to forget about that
big-boobed psycho, and focusing more on a
smaller-boobed one.
Emmanuelle slowly started to pull the item out of
Asia's cunt. A bargain was a bargain; and in any case,
she had been wanting to eat Italian for some time now.
Cindy had looked like she'd been having the time of
her life between Monica's legs... studying Asia's
clean-shaven box, she moistened her own lips and then
dipped down. Aaaah, that was the stuff; Asia tasted
not too bad. Emmanuelle moved her tongue around her
opponent's opening slowly and sensitively, then pushed
inside. She started a little when she tasted how warm
the woman was; no wonder some of her movies weren't
that far removed from pornography. Then she nosed
around further, flicking her tongue inside Asia's box.
She was so fantastic, and she was getting wetter all
the time... Emmanuelle knew what was happening. She
was finishing up with Carter.
The young man's pain had all gone as he emptied
himself into Asia's mouth, pulled out the prick
without ceremony and zipped himself up. "What...?"
Asia started, as she listened to Emmanuelle's moans
and mumbles.
"I've still got Monica to get," he told her brusquely,
giving her the only excuse she could accept for guys
fucking and leaving. Asia nodded in understanding,
hating herself for how good she was feeling.
Emmanuelle had insisted she didn't like girls to
friends, but for someone who didn't like them she was
sure liking Asia. She wished she had her hands free so
she could pet the Frenchwoman. But in spite of that...
"You know... if Carter doesn't poke Bellucci...
Philip... or one of the others... WILLLLL!!!!" And
Asia forgot all about the hunt as she erupted over
Emmanuelle Beart's angelic lips.
But Emmanuelle didn't.
* * * * * * * * * *
Asia Argento cursed herself for not asking Emmanuelle
to at least let her be eaten out before leaving her
there, still tied up.
But at least she had taken the butt plug out.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Monica? Monica? MONICA!"
Sophie Anderton had been retracing her steps in an
attempt to meet up with Monica, and was overjoyed to
finally see her colleague again, running towards her.
"What happened?
"Asia is what happened. Her and one of our hosts,"
Monica said tersely, and told her what had happened,
as Holly Valance and Catherine Zeta Jones watched from
the comfort of the McMurdo estate. Holly's anger at
being no longer in the game was eased by her being
told that one of J-Lo's team had been taken out just
after she herself was caught - not even the fact that
it wasn't Melissa George took away from that. Although
it would have been nice. The two women, along with the
other people as they were caught, would have the run
of the estate, and they were settling back to enjoy
some TV before getting some rest.
"This show's awful," a still sore Catherine grumbled
as Sophie and Monica conversed. "Can't we change the
channel?"
"Don't worry, if it's slow I'm sure they'll have shots
of you with your Oscar wedged up your jacksy," Holly
chuckled, toasting her fallen enemy, as the screen
changed to show an image of Carter McMurdo heading
through the brush. The agony of his Bellucci-stomped
genitalia had worn off, and he was about to catch up
with his quarry. Emmanuelle, as another camera had
shown, was in pursuit, but she wouldn't get to them in
time. And he was unlikely to let Monica get the better
of him again.
"Now this is more like it," Catherine cackled.
* * * * * * * * * *
"GO CARTER GO! GO CARTER GO!" chanted the Dixie Chicks
bbackstage as they watched Carter race towards the
women. Natalie poked a sullen Faith Hill in the ribs -
"Cheer up, Faith, it had to happen sometime."
Faith regretted making such a specific wager with the
DC's - Natalie had claimed that it would be Carter
who'd score with Bellucci, and if she collected Tim
would kill her. It was even more annoying because none
of the Chicks were employed by either side. Faith
crossed her fingers and hoped for something to change
the tide, but Carter was almost on the chatting women
and...
"Oh man, NOT AGAIN!" Martie wailed. "What is this, a
fucking JOKE?"
Faith had cast her eyes from the TV, but got another
look. While Carter had been closing in on Monica and
Sophie, Emmanuelle had been trying to catch up from
behind. But Carter had been intercepted by a tall,
angry brunette with a mole. Cindy's instincts had been
right; she had circled around when Monica had started
to come back, suspecting that she'd be followed, and
the only surprise was that it wasn't Asia.
Carter visibly winced as Cindy hit him in the groin -
that was even less funny than it had been to start
with. Although Faith was grinning much more widely
than the Dixie Chicks were.
Back in the jungle, Carter was not having the time of
his life; Cindy's attack was joined by Monica, Sophie
and when she arrived, Emmanuelle. Four beautiful women
all tugging and slapping him - he had dreamt something
like this once, but then it had been a lot more fun...
"Wow, now this is fun!" Holly gurgled with glee,
giving Catherine the thumbs up. "Talk about must see
TV..." As she said this, the camera moved from Cindy's
crew to the other side, where things were much less
happy - Angelina Jolie, Melissa George and Sophie
Marceau had found Asia, and were walking away with
her, Asia still being tied up despite her demands to
be let loose NOW, DAMMIT, NOW!
"Why'd they do that?" Holly grumbled. "Something
happening they don't want us to see?"
* * * * * * * * * *
Carter had been left there, insensible and beaten by
the ladies, who had also taken his equipment, all
except the beacon ("You might as well get your
privileged ass home," Cindy had explained). He had
been there for a while wondering how he was going to
explain this to the others; he had finally decided to
let off the beacon and take his chances with the
family. As he fired it, he reflected that he had at
least gotten to bone Holly Valance, and that was
something nice to go out on. Her nubile, naked body
was the last thing he ever thought before the boulder
crashed into his head.
The black-garbed person who had dropped it onto him
from behind nodded and withdrew into the scrubs,
pulling Carter's body. Holly Valance had been right -
it was something they didn't want the viewers to see.
* * * * * * * * * *
Asia had never thought she'd ever say this, but she
wanted that silk scarf off her. She didn't dare
stretch it to rip it off (she didn't want it off THAT
much), but she wanted to be free. Having finally
fallen silent after cursing Angelina Jolie, Melissa
George and Sophie Marceau for what seemed like hours,
she continued marching through the jungle, the ground
all mushy beneath her feet, everything getting more
oppressive and sticky with each step.
"Look, will one of you please untie me..."
"For the last time, NO!" Angelina snapped. "You fucked
up, you stay tied until tomorrow. If we're still here,
that is..."
"We're still together," Sophie pointed out. "Still
only lost one."
"So did Cindy Damn C!" Angelina fumed. "AND they took
out Carter..."
"Yes, that was a shame," Sophie agreed, as Asia and
Melissa exchanged a couple of shocked glances. "It
could have worked so well..."
"Wait a minute - you KNEW about this?!" Melissa asked.
"And when were you planning to tell us?"
Now it was the turn of Sophie and Angelina to exchange
glances; the dark-haired French beauty raised a
querying eyebrow, and the American nodded. "Better
tell them," Angelina added, and the quartet stopped by
a large tree, glad for the rest.
"Just a moment," Melissa added, and untied Asia's
bonds. "She wasn't the only one screwed."
"You have to understand that we didn't come here
expecting this to happen," Sophie began carefully,
trying not to look at the ladies glaring at her. "It
just... happened. Last night after dinner, one of the
McMurdos called me in to see him, and he asked to do
him a favour."
"And this favour was...?" asked Melissa.
"To bug all of us. Our team, and Cindy's."
"All of us?" Asia asked. "I can understand you doing
this to Cindy's team, but why us? And why did you go
along with this, Jolly?"
"Jolie," Angelina corrected her wearily. "I didn't at
first, but I was persuaded... look, Sophie, tell them
why."
"Because the McMurdo men made some very large bets
with some very large men that one of us would win,"
said the Gallic brunette. "And Philip especially has a
lot to lose if Lachlan ends up bedding one of Cindy's.
And I do mean a LOT."
"He's a McMurdo," Melissa argued. "He can stand to
lose a few dollars."
"I mean a lot more than that..."
They didn't understand what Sophie meant at first,
then it hit them. "Fuck..." Melissa said in a low
voice. "Who are these people he's playing with?"
"People who don't like to lose," Angelina said,
stepping on an insect that had been crawling over her
foot. "So I had a word with the maid..."
* * * * * * * * * *
Actually, Angelina had had more than a word with the
maid.
Karen had left the sheets in pristine condition in the
morning; now they were unbelievably rumpled, with the
pillows and blankets all over the floor. Angelina
Jolie sprawled there on her side, stroking the soft
curves of the young English girl next to her; Karen's
face was flushed with what had just happened. She was
sore and bruised, and she had never been so happy in
her life. "Don't leave me," she begged. "Or let me
come with you..."
"You know you can't come," Angelina told her, pinching
Karen's tight behind. "But we'll get together again
before I go."
"Aw, do I have to wait until then?"
Angelina pinched Karen's bottom again, holding tighter
this time. "Well..." she said as she climbed on top of
the girl again, running her free hand through the
shortened hair. "I like to let it out of my system
before I have to work, so..." She kissed Karen
fiercely, and the young English girl wrapped her arms
around the woman in delight, kissing her hard in
return. Angelina liked Karen; she dressed down, but
underneath the baggy shirts and trousers she wore she
had herself a lovely tight body; slim and sexy. Her
big lips touched Karen's face and pert tits, nipping
the nipples as she did. Down Angelina's head went,
hungry to taste the maid's muff again.
Karen, her head flung back, looked up at the mirrored
ceiling. The girl had been going back and forth
between men and women for a few years before realising
that she was a woman's woman; she had turned on her
share of men, but they weren't ever going to get her.
Karen was moistened by Jennifer Garner and Monica
Bellucci for sure, but Jen wasn't here and Monica
wasn't available. But the woman she wanted most was
here, and between her legs. Karen looked up at the
reflection of the bronzed, tattooed Angelina Jolie -
short hair, horny markings, strong back, round
mouthwatering bum, great legs... and she was licking
and exploring Karen Vinton's muff.
Karen looked back down, moving around on the bed under
Angelina's mouth. Those lips knew their way around a
cunt as much as a cock... Karen was dying for her to
tell her that she wanted to take her back to the
States as her sex slave. But for the moment, Karen
cried out as Angelina's tongue flicked her clit
rapidly. She would do anything for this woman.
ANYTHING...
* * * * * * * * * *
"...and I got her to plant the bugs," Angelina
continued, thinking of Karen's excellent breasts. She
hadn't had to persuade her that hard, in fact - Karen
was so besotted with Angelina that she would have done
anything the woman asked, and Angelina knew it. "Phil
and Carter told me that she was dripping for me for
years... it was easy."
"Did she try that with you as well, Soph?" asked
Melissa.
"No," Sophie admitted. "They used something else on
me."
"Something else? I didn't know you were into that kind
of thing," Asia laughed.
"I'm not," the Frenchwoman replied, and rubbed her
thumb and forefinger together. "As they say in
America, it's all about the Benjamins."
In Karen's case, it was also all about something else,
though none of them knew it.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Well, it's been pretty quiet for a while," Kirsty
Gallacher told the viewers, "so if we don't find
anything happening we're going to take ourselves a
break."
"They all love playing to the cameras," Lisa Dergan
suggested. "So it shouldn't be long."
"Yeah, especially the Cindy Inc. freaks," Leeann
Tweeden laughed, highfiving Gabby Logan.
"You never know, Jolie might be cutting the other
girls up for kicks," Kirsty sniggered. "Doesn't she do
that a lot at J-Lo's?"
"****** where ****** is due, Leeann's right," Gabby
interrupted. "It looks like we've hit the jackpot..."
The jungle thinned out to reveal a pool, at the base
of a waterfall from a high river. Emmanuelle Beart,
more exhausted than the others, was curled up on the
bank having a nap. Standing in the pool and cleaning
themselves off were Cindy Crawford, Monica Bellucci
and Sophie Anderton, all letting the natural water
rush over their splendid naked bodies, knowing they
were being watched by the viewers and wondering if
people thought they were playing up to the cameras.
("Of course they're playing up to the cameras,"
Vanessa Feltz told her colleagues as she sneaked a
look between records. "Two models and an actress -
allegedly - on something like this? I mean, look at
how Sophie's holding those boobs. And the way Cindy's
standing under the water. And as for Monica, I mean,
could she BE any more showoffy?"
"Oh, shut UP," Feltz's colleagues in the studio
thought.)
Cindy shook her hair underneath the stream; she didn't
expect any hairstyling in the jungle, but it still
felt good to give her tresses some relief. At least
she had soap, and the water was perfect; her body damp
enough, she stepped away from the spilling water to
lather herself up, while Monica stayed under the
falls. Cindy was amazed at how casually nude Monica
was, at how natural it was for her; she knew there
were people gawping at her as she showered, and she
wasn't bothered one way or the other. Once a model,
always a model; as Cindy watched, Monica felt the
water flowing over her form and - oh, she was playing
to the camera when she did that, she HAD to be! - she
took those massive boobs in her hands and lifted them
up so they could catch the water. The falls cascaded
over Monica's tits in two mini-streams of their own,
and masturbating males the world over sped up.
Sophie Anderton, standing between the two women,
looked at both sulkily. She was just as used to being
nude as the other two, but it wasn't so much that she
was comparatively the least attractive of the three as
that she still felt like a third wheel.
"Hey, what's wrong Soph?" Cindy asked kindly.
"You seem worried," Monica added. "No one's about to
catch us."
"Not everything has to be about this game!" Sophie
snapped at Monica. "It was... I mean, look at the two
of you! Even in LA the two of you were a good team -
and on the plane when you were..."
"They can't edit web broadcasts, Sophie," Cindy said.
"You can say it."
"When you were EATING HER OUT, OKAY?" Sophie yelled.
"Did you all hear that? DID YOU?! When we were flying
over here Cindy Crawford went down on Monica Bellucci
and Bellucci LOVED IT! And I wanted to be the one!"
"To be with me or with her?" asked Monica. "You didn't
make it that obvious."
"With HER! I still can't stand you... you snooty
annoying slapper... you.. you... " Sophie looked from
one to the other, knowing that she should have kept
her tongue, but figuring it didn't matter. She sighed,
giving up. "You're both really fit ladies - it... it
would have been a privilege to give it to either one
of you. But especially Cindy; sorry Monica, but she IS
the boss," she added quickly, still wanting to get her
blows in.
("Please do an encore, please do an encore, please do
an encore..." men everywhere begged silently and in
some cases not so silently.)
"Well, when we get back..." Monica started.
"No," Cindy interrupted. "Right now."
Sophie's eyes widened. "Now?"
"Yes," Cindy said, her eyes twinkling. "Monica, take
care of her front," she added as she waded around to
Sophie's back and the Italian faced the Brit, her eyes
studying the younger woman's bald snatch. Monica
actually preferred them to have a bit more hair like
hers or Cindy's, but like Cindy said she was the boss.
She could see the resentment in Sophie's eyes; part of
her didn't want it, but part of her did. Monica knelt
down and ran her tongue over Sophie's tits, starting
to stroke the English woman as she did; Sophie
"mmmmm"-ed quietly as she felt Monica's lips on her.
She put the back of her hand on Monica; warm and soft.
Sophie still hated her, but not so much. And even less
when she put her hands on those breasts; Sophie wanted
to taste some of Monica's nutrituous Italian milk.
Cindy kissed Sophie's back as she rubbed her,
whispering into her ear "Come on, Sophie... just
relax. It's not going to hurt..." Cindy's gentle
kisses landed all over Sophie's flesh as she touched
her all over, enjoying the model's lean body and
fondling Sophie's bottom. It wasn't as full and round
as Monica's, but she was willing to bet people still
enjoyed looking at it. (She was right; J-Lo's Renee
Zellweger kept going back and forth between practising
her Oscar acceptance speech and checking out the
webcast of the three ladies, wishing that those stupid
commentators would just clam up. As was Cindy Inc.'s
Kate Garraway, studying Cindy's fine form as she stood
behind Sophie and thinking that this beat reality TV
all to hell.)
Sophie found her heart beating faster as Monica kissed
her navel and then began to taste her clean-shaven
cunt, as behind her Cindy slid her body down the young
model's back and began to nuzzle her buttcrack,
Cindy's experienced tongue rolling around Sophie's
back passage and her hands squeezing her petite buns.
Miss Anderton stroked the heads of her two older
lovers as their mouths treated her respective
entrances; Sophie imagined watching Monica and Cindy
crouching, both enticing in their different ways -
Monica earthy and European, Cindy sunshiny and
all-American, both perfect on their own or together.
And they were both on their knees for her...
She felt Cindy's hands spreading her cheeks apart.
Sophie knew what was coming next, and she finally
smiled widely as she felt Monica's mouth move off her
snatch, replaced by her long fingers. The fingers
stroked the damp opening for a few moments, then
clenched into a fist. As Cindy positioned her right
hand, Monica closed her arms around Sophie and gently
bent her forward, resting her head between her love
pillows. "Ummmmm... yesss..." Sophie mumbled in
between Monica's boobs, kissing and nuzzling them as
Monica started to push her clenched hand into the
woman's snatch.
Sophie began panting into Monica's cleavage as she
felt Cindy's fist working into her soft, tight chute,
the American groaning and grunting as she did. Cindy
loved doing this with Rande and with as many of her
colleagues as she could, but each time out it felt
like new; Sophie's ass was small but lovely, and it
was taking in her arm like it had been designed for
it. Cindy moaned her approval as she pushed it in
another half-inch, hoping that Monica wasn't rushing
things either...
Monica was loving how Sophie was thrusting against her
as Cindy ground her arm inside, while she herself slid
her hand deeper into Sophie's snatch up to the wrist,
rotating it slowly and sensually and hearing Sophie's
"AAAH!!!"s, muffled though they were by her cleavage.
Monica murmured "Yes Sophie... lovely... you're
wonderful... don't have to fight..." as she pumped the
woman's cunt, her mind only on the three of them under
the waterfall.
And certainly not on Philip and Ernest McMurdo,
standing several feet away. The tracking devices had
worked a treat, but the sight of Monica Bellucci's
bare ass had stopped them short, even allowing for the
circumstances under which they were seeing it. Father
and son stood rooted to the spot, showing no signs of
life - except in their lower regions.
"Oooooh yeah Sophie..." Cindy breathed as she worked
Sophie's cheeks with her right arm, wishing she could
get at her tingling snatch with her free hand. "This
always gets me happy...."
Sophie mumbled something into Monica's tits which
might have been "Same here..." and then she cried out
something else as she felt herself starting to burn
up... Cindy and Monica thrust away harder, both of
them also starting to lose control as the model jerked
between them. Philip and his father edged their way
around for a closer look, their cocks dripping come
inside their trousers.
"Too bad you couldn't get stuff like this on 'Big
Brother' last year," Gabby cracked to the viewers.
"If it had been it might have been the two ugliest
contestants," Kirsty added. "Look at them... even the
McMurdos want to watch."
"Wonder who'll go first?" asked Leeann. "My money's on
the dad."
"You can't bet," Lisa tut-tutted. "But I'll go for the
son."
"Yeah, I just bet you would," Gabby laughed. "I've
heard all about you."
"Can I help it if I don't like sleeping with
200-year-old men?"
"The customer is always right... but you've got a
point. I mean, this Radio 2 DJ - can I mention his
name here?" asked Kirsty.
"You work for Murdoch, of course you can!" Gabby said.
"Name and shame before Cindy and Company finish..."
"OH FUCK YES YES YES!!!! CINDY!!! MONICA!!!
YESSSSSSSAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"
"Shit. Too late," Leeann grumbled as Sophie spasmed
furiously between Cindy and Monica, screaming as she
felt herself give in to the women's fists, while Terry
Wogan mopped his brow in relief that his secret was
safe for the moment. Sophie jerked around as Cindy
relaxed a little and started to withdraw from the sore
woman, and she collapsed into Monica's arms, her cunt
now no longer housing Monica's fist. Cindy rested her
head against Sophie's back and the three women held
each other, bonded again through the power of sex.
"Better living through pseudo-lesbianism. I approve,"
said Ernest McMurdo, breaking the spell the three were
under. "Now it's time for the men to have their fun."
"If you were standing there all this time, you already
had some fun," Cindy said, breathing heavily and
seeing the stains on their trousers.
"Ejaculation doesn't count," Philip said. "Just sex...
I don't think you're in any condition to outrun us,
but it was so nice to see three of the finest asses on
the planet that we'll make a bargain with you."
"You'll fuck each other?" asked Sophie.
"Oh, please. We're neither gay nor incestuous," Ernest
griped. "The deal is, two of you stay - one of you
goes."
"How about I stay and they go?" Sophie asked. "One
woman, two men..."
"Sophie, no!" Cindy shouted. "You can't... I'll stay."
"No, Cindy. I'm a private in this battle... you're the
boss." Sophie stepped away from the two women and
walked out of the pool to stand by the McMurdos, and
opened up her arms. "Take me."
Ernest and Philip eyed each other, and shrugged. "The
next time we won't be so gentlemanly..." And Philip
roughly shoved Sophie onto the ground as Cindy and
Monica, their mood now shattered, made their way to
the edge, where their clothes and a still sleeping
Emmanuelle were.
Five minutes later, renewing their journey, they heard
it. So did Angelina and her brood; the woman came so
loudly that they could all hear it.
Including the black-garbed hunter.
"Eight celebrity whores, sending men to heaven," Patty
McMurdo said to herself as she trekked through the
greens, eyeing her tracker. "One got porked, and then
there were seven."
* * * * * * * * * *
Emmanuelle had kept silent while Cindy and Monica
explained why they were now three (and while the other
two hid their amazement at how the most
delicate-looking of the bunch could have slept so
soundly through their rather loud lovemaking). Now, as
the two darker women ended their tale, she looked
bewildered. "And you let her do this?" she asked them,
stamping on some insects scurrying underfoot a bit too
roughly.
"Sophie knew the risk, Em," Cindy told her. "We all
did. Only one of us stays through to the final round."
"And you let her go."
"Would you have volunteered?" Monica asked calmly.
"Yes, of course I would have!"
"Yes, of course you would have," Monica said in a
different tone of voice.
"Monica, why are you always trying to piss everybody
off?" Cindy asked. "You annoyed Holly, you made Sophie
jealous, and now you're picking a fight with
Emmanuelle... are you TRYING to weed the others out?"
"I think you are," Emmanuelle snapped. "You should
turn that energy to getting rid of the other team. Oh
wait, that's right; me and Cindy had to rescue you
from the others! Unless you're working for Lopez - "
Her speech was cut short when Monica slapped
Emmanuelle across the face. "I would NEVER work for
that Hollywood machine! EVER! Take that back right
now, or - "
"Or what? You'll turn me over to the McMurdos like you
did with Sophie? Then it would be just you and Cindy -
watch your back, Cindy, this one'll do anything to
win! ANYTHING!"
Emmanuelle shut up after that, but she left Cindy with
something to think about.
* * * * * * * * * *
Trust was depleting in the other team as well; Asia
Argento was loose, but Team J-Lo was now visibly two
smaller teams, with Asia and Melissa George walking in
the same area as - but a few feet away from - Angelina
Jolie and Sophie Marceau. Nobody said a word; all were
listening out for movements from the jungle, but they
were also all thinking over what had happened. True,
their opponents could be more easily tracked, but so
could they.
Patty McMurdo knew this all too well; like the others,
her tracker had the women colour-coded - blue for
Cindy, red for Lopez, green for the hunters. She was
nearest to the three blue dots, but she was heading
for the red ones. If anyone was going to get any of
Cindy's remaining ladies, it wouldn't be her; Patty
just hoped that Sophie hadn't been the one from J-Lo's
team who'd been snatched. She loved those sexy French
actresses; less hangups about nudity than Americans,
less relentlessly luvvie than Brits, they got it just
right. And Sophie had made a movie with David Spade,
which made her absolutely perfect (Patty would go to
her grave claiming Spade was the most underrated comic
talent on the planet).
Patty's pace and her heart started to speed up as she
got nearer. She was heading along an uphill path - she
was going to be on top of them soon enough. Patty kept
her ears and eyes alert, listening for any clues to
where they were.
The redhead stepped out of the greenery as the path
continued, seeing that she was following a cliff edge.
No sign of them... Patty moved over to the edge and
peered over, and sighed in relief. Not only was it not
a very high cliff - it wasn't even a CLIFF, more of a
slope - but the four women were walking some feet
below. They had found the open area. And the yummy
Marceau was at the back. Patty doled out a dazzling
grin and thumbs-up to the big guy in the sky and
continued to follow.
("All that time Patty wasted tracking those girls she
could've gone after Crawford," Denise Van Outen
grumbled as she watched in bed.)
Patty let herself drop back a bit so she could watch
Sophie walk; shaking her hair... shaking that ass...
nice. Patty wished that Cindy had snapped her up -
they were both lovely mid-30s brunettes, a great
match. But on the upside, she was all hers...
"Hey, Patty."
"Shhh," the girl said into her communicator. "I'm
tracking Sophie Marceau."
"I know. And I'm tracking you."
Patty's face drained as she looked around. "Oh God...
you weren't joking..." She couldn't see the intruder
anywhere.
"Haven't got time to joke," she said. "Don't bother
looking around - I didn't get caught on camera last
time; don't want to risk it again." As soon as the
voice stopped, Patty felt a sudden sharp pain in her
leg; she winced and pulled out the dart. "Poison," the
voice said calmly.
"Why...?" Patty begged as she fumbled for the beacon
and fired it, praying that it wouldn't be too late.
"You know," the McMurdo said calmly.
"No I don't..." Patty whispered as she weakened, her
eyes firmly fixed on Sophie and the others. She had to
concentrate on something to keep her mind off the
growing sickness...
"What's wrong with her?" Kirsty Gallacher asked as
they watched Patty keel over.
"Probably sunstroke," Gabby Logan said lightly.
* * * * * * * * * *
Charisma Carpenter totted up the money she was making;
so far it was all looking damned good.
Keira Knightley chuckled as she saw Patty lying there;
she wasn't really a mean person, but she knew that
Patty loved Cindy's ladies, and Keira was a J-Lo lady
through and through.
Jennifer Connelly crossed her fingers; things weren't
looking good for her Cindy Inc. colleagues.
Holly Valance and Sophie Anderton kept their faces
buried in their magazines; they were dull and
out-of-date, but they also kept their attention off
Catherine Zeta-Jones's insufferable expression.
And Lachlan asked Caroline if she had heard from
Carter lately - "Not a word," Caroline answered. "The
bastard's probably sleeping or something."
"Not for hours," Lachlan argued. "And he knows he's
not supposed to go back to the estate. Keep an eye out
for him..."
A loud scream cut through their earpieces -
"OHLORDNO!!! NO! NO!!!!!!!"
* * * * * * * * * *
"Keep an eye out for them," Cindy told Emmanuelle. "I
don't think those guys'll want to stop with just one."
That message imparted, Cindy stepped aside. Emmanuelle
and Monica had been told she had to relieve herself,
which was sort of true; she had her backpack with her
as she scooted down into a hollow she had noticed when
they travelled along that path a few moments earlier.
The tall brunette crouched down into it, and withdrew
the sheathed knife that was the weapon she'd been
given. Cindy pulled out the knife, and carefully
examined the hollow she was in; picking her spot, she
plunged the blade all the way into the side of the
excavation, the handle quivering a bit.
Cindy lowered her shorts and panties, regretting that
she had to do it this way; but as she edged towards
the handle and positioned her pussy over it, she knew
that it was the only option. It was that or
Emmanuelle, and it couldn't be Emmanuelle. Not because
she didn't find her attractive, but because she was
French.
"Sorry, Em," she said quietly, and pushed forward,
feeling the handle sink into her hot, eager cunt.
Cindy moved herself up and down, letting the handle
tease and excite her, and pulling herself back a
millimeter or so; she was virtually dancing around the
handle as it frigged her. "Ohhhh... aaaahhhh.... " the
supermodel groaned as she "impaled" herself on it,
jamming herself down further. If only Laetitia hadn't
gone home the week before this started, then it could
have been her. And if only Laetitia Marie Laure Casta
hadn't been so fucking fine that Cindy just couldn't
be with any other Frenchwoman without thinking of
her... it was in fact Laetitia that Cindy thought of
as she felt the handle coring her cunt. For something
like this, her own hands wouldn't do - it had to be
all outside.
Emmanuelle could see Cindy from the waist up as she
nearly tore off the shrubbery she was grabbing,
thrashing to and fro like the girl at the beginning of
"Brotherhood of the Wolf," except much less
frightening. "I told you," she hissed to Monica, who
stood with her back to the scene.
With her eyes closed, Cindy had no idea that her
colleagues could see her slamming away, her mind on
nothing but her own pleasure. The handle was all wet
now with her own secretions as she thrust on it again,
screaming out loud her lover's name.
Emmanuelle's blue eyes narrowed as she heard the name
"LAETITIA!!!!" carry through the air...
* * * * * * * * * *
"So, how much are you guys behind now?" Jessica
Simpson asked Pink.
"You know, I was gonna ask you the same question,"
Pink cackled, brandishing her wallet. "I gotta thank
your boss - I'm really cashing in on what's going on
there. Come over tonight; we're watching the second
night on my big-ass TV. Down to three, and I bet they
all go tonight."
"Can't come; I'm working that night."
"Can't face the shame, huh? Don't blame you."
* * * * * * * * * *
"Slow down, mom!" Lachlan urged, listening in shock.
"I was tracking the ladies... and I saw him,"
Madeleine said through her tears as she leaned against
a tree. "Someone... someone bashed his head in and
left him there."
"What? WHA.. How the hell did this happen? Was it one
of the women?"
"Who do you think I am, Inspector Fucking Morse?!"
Madeleine yelled. "My son is dead! And I want to find
the girl who killed him, and - "
"How do you know it was a lady?" Lachlan snapped as he
continued through the greens towards an open space.
There he could call for a chopper to take him to his
mother, and he could have some time to think...
"They're being hunted by US, you idiot! One of them
might have decided to play for keeps. It's probably
that Cindy Crawford..."
"Oh come on, Cindy wants to win, but not that bad..."
"How do YOU know?"
* * * * * * * * * *
Philip McMurdo was delighted that the two teams were
coming closer and closer to each other in their
travels; it made it so much easier to go from one to
the other (a deal may have been a deal, but it would
have been too suspicious if no one from J-Lo's team
was poked out - and he had his eyes on that Angelina
Jolie). He had climbed a tree to about twenty feet off
the ground, knowing that Team Cindy was in this area,
and now he was waiting for them to come a-strolling.
When they did, he'd Tarzan out of the tree and -
Damn. They were getting closer but there were only two
of them; the French cunt must be playing guard or
something. Still, he was deep enough in the branches
so he couldn't be seen. "Come on, Cindy C..." he
murmured. "Just a little closer..."
Emmanuelle was lagging behind Cindy and Monica, and
she was indeed on the look out for something.
Sophie Marceau was just slightly AHEAD of Emmanuelle,
and she was on the look out for Cindy...
* * * * * * * * *
"That's the trouble with this thing when it's nothing
but stalking," Lisa complained. "You just have to sit
around and wait for something to happen."
"Well, might as well use the time to read some emails
from people watching," Gabby suggested. "How about
this one, from 'George': 'Hi, I'm really enjoying
watching all the sexy ladies in the jungle and in the
commentary box. How come Laura won't do the things you
girls will?' LAURA? Hmmmmm... Anyway, thanks for
writing George, and we'll keep it up for you and your
administration."
"Gab! You know it's not that George," Kirsty
tut-tutted.
"Yeah, I know," Gabby laughed, as the President hung
up his phone and whooped at how Team J-Lo was doing.
"I'm just joking..."
"This one's from a British kid called David," Leeann
said. "He says 'I love Kirsty Gallacher and Gabby
Logan; every time I see them I have to go and have a
wank because they're so sexy. I wish Gabby and Kirsty
could play with each other's boobs in between shots of
the jungle...'" she cracked up. "Kids! Does your dad
know you're watching?"
"I know you're in Europe, but..." Gabby agreed.
"Oh, what the hell," Kirsty sighed, and started to
open her shirt. "It'll pass the time, and get more
viewers."
"But - "
"Why are you so surprised? I work for Sky One, you
know..." And Kirsty flung her shirt aside.
"Bring the camera closer, no need to be shy," Lisa
laughed as the audience got a good look at Kirsty's
treasured chest. "And isn't this more fun than the
Superbowl?"
"Or the FA Cup?" Leeann added.
"We'll let you get away with that one," Gabby replied,
her own top off and her boobs on view for all to see.
(kd lang, a longtime Cindy Inc. supporter, was
disappointed that they didn't take their pants off as
well.) "Go on, touch them..." Kirsty was reaching out
when the presenter of "The Premiership" added "Not
with your hands."
Kirsty happily hefted her breasts and played with them
for the camera, doing a great parody of a Page 3
stunner. "And not a drop of silicone in sight, eat
your heart out Jordan!"
"Isn't she calling herself by her real name now?"
Gabby asked as she felt the black-haired lady pressing
the jugs against her own.
"She'll always be Jordan to me," Kirsty replied,
rubbing her breasts up and down along Gabby's pair.
"And I wouldn't let a Pop Idol into me for love nor
money." Kirsty rubbed her nipples directly onto
Gabby's, watching as they stood up, long and hard.
Then she lightly kissed each one, enjoying flicking it
with her tongue.
The Americans kept their mouth shut about Miss
Gallacher's Pop Idol crack, knowing about Kirsty's
evening with Kelly Clarkson when the latter was in the
UK for "Miss Independent" and her week in the US
disproving the rumours about Ryan Seacrest preferring
men. Instead they kept one eye each on Gabby stroking
Kirsty's boobs and opening her mouth to suckle, and
the other eye(s) on the monitors in case something was
about to happen.
"Apologies for not doing our job," Leeann told the
audience, "but let's face it, sometimes actions speak
louder than words." Gabby was "talking" a language
Kirsty had been speaking for years, as she drew the
presenter's nipple into her hungry mouth and sucked
hard. Gabby squeezed Kirsty's boobs, eager to get
something out, while her friend fondled the blonde's
equally nice set. Why hadn't they worked together even
once on Sky Sports? Definitely a trick missed there.
Kirsty's hand traced its way absentmindedly down
Gabby's body towards her crotch, until it was slapped
away.
"Tits only, Kirst," the blonde murmured, rubbing her
head all over her friend's cleavage. Kirsty
semi-reluctantly returned her fingers to Gabby's tits,
as she felt suction increase and heard a "Mmmmmmmm..."
followed by a licking sensation. Gabby had gotten some
droplets of Kirsty's breast milk out, and she
increased her sucking motion. Talk about doing a body
good; Kirsty dived in between Gabby's breasts as she
continued to drip the milk, and Miss Logan let it seep
onto her fingers so she could lick it off. Almost as
nice as how mother used to make it.
Nuzzling Gabby's tits, Kirsty let her hands wander
down again to rest on her peachy little behind. This
time she DIDN'T slap them away...
* * * * * * * * * *
Emmanuelle's blue eyes covered every inch of the
jungle; she knew it wouldn't be long before someone
tried something. And she wanted to have a good view of
when it happened; either Cindy or Monica would be fine
with her.
Sophie had seen Emmanuelle out of the corner of her
eye and taken cover before she could be seen. Her
route had taken her several feet ahead of the Yank and
the dago; the lovely brunette weighed each option.
Monica was closer, but Cindy was slimmer and easier to
take down. Plus it never hurt with the French press to
take out an American.
And they were just about to be next to the tree;
Philip tensed himself for the jump. Land, roll, and
grab one of them - either one would be fine with him.
("See how Emmanuelle's just keeping behind like that?"
Leeann told Lisa as the Brits continued their
groaning. "What's she up to?")
Then Sophie made her move, darting out of her hiding
place towards a still unsuspecting Cindy - and as
Emmanuelle hesitated for a moment before she made her
move.
Towards Sophie.
"I'm sorry, Cindy!!!" she yelled as she ran into
Sophie and brought her down. Sophie's breath rushed
out in surprise as she hit the grass, and Emmanuelle
elbowed her in the mouth. She was getting really good
at this; maybe she should look out for an action
movie. The next Bond film maybe... Sophie had already
been in a Bond movie, and she lashed back at
Emmanuelle, enraged as she watched her targets run for
it. They were going to get away AGAIN...
"What are you, their guardian angel?!" Sophie snapped
as she kicked out at Emmanuelle, who was merrily
tearing her fellow thespian's clothes off.
"Look at it this way," Emmanuelle laughed. "At least
we're giving hope to all the older women out there..."
This didn't give Sophie much consolation as she felt
the blonde's fingers between her thighs. Sophie
clamped them shut before she could go any further;
she'd be damned if she made it easy for her colleague.
But Emmanuelle prised her legs apart, beaming at the
resulting spread shot, and at how nice Sophie looked
all naked and writhing. "Is it true that you wouldn't
come over and do a customer fantasy with Jennifer
Garner as the two Elektras?" she asked. "She was
really up for it, I heard. And I thought it was
American women who were all prudish..."
"Fuck you!" Sophie snarled, trying to escape
Emmanuelle's grips.
"No. Fuck YOU," Emmanuelle smiled, and felt Philip's
hands tearing off her pants. McMurdo men knew a good
opportunity when they saw it; he couldn't get Cindy or
Monica, but he'd take what he could get. And what he
could get in this case was... she heard his yell of
delight as he slammed his cock into her, and almost
screamed as he gyrated against her upraised butt.
Philip was not known for taking his time with women,
and his cock moved in and out of her as if he was in a
hurry to catch a train.
Sophie was begging Emmanuelle in French to let her go,
but with the blonde's fingers moving over her jugs and
her mouth moving over Sophie's snatch, there was
really nothing she could do except lie back and enjoy
it. Sophie Marceau lay back, but she sure didn't enjoy
it... except for the realisation that at least she was
taking Emmanuelle Beart with her.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Charisma Carpenter bid the customer goodbye and rested
back on her bed, pleased at how things were going. Her
body was sore and the nipple clamps were hurting, but
her and her syndicate were sure to be several thousand
dollars up by the end. And the news from an excited
Stacy Keibler that she had called it correctly - that
Emmanuelle Beart had been taken out by Sophie Marceau
- had only added to her good fortune. On top of that,
Charisma loved the feel of a good cock up her ass, and
that last customer... the well-formed brunette let her
mind drift back to that memory. Feeling that slab
pounding inside her asshole while he kept tugging on
the straps - this was living! It couldn't get any
better than this, she thought as she heard a tapping
on her door.
"Here already?" she laughed, as she got up to welcome
her next customer. "No rest for the horny..." Charisma
snapped on her smile as she flung open the door - and
snapped it off almost at once on seeing who was there.
"So," Jennifer Lopez said casually, "you wanna tell me
why you've been betting against your own team?"
supermodel, mother and celebrity bordello owner. The
celebrities are real, but the way they're used isn't
how they are in real life. (Except for Monica Bellucci
wearing hardly anything, obviously.) All comments,
complaints, whatever to go on the message boards or to
cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk.
Previously on "Cindy Inc.": Cindy and four of her
ladies (Monica, Sophie Anderton, Emmanuelle Beart and
Holly Valance) have been summoned by the
multimilionaire McMurdo family for a command
performance, and find they'll be competing against a
team from J-Lo's - Asia Argento, Catherine Zeta Jones,
Sophie Marceau, Melissa George and team leader
Angelina Jolie - in a hunt through the island's jungle
to decide which lady will be the mother of the oldest
son's child, in a contest which millions throughout
the world are watching secretly, complete with
commentators and bets. The women are being chased by
the McMurdos and each other; Holly and Catherine are
already gone, and it looks like Monica will be the
next at the hands of Asia. Now read on...
* * * * * * * * * *
Asia was about ten feet from Monica when she made her
move. She was fast and she was wiry; Monica would be
hers before you could say "Scarlet Diva."
But fast as she was, being in the jungle had left them
all on edge; Monica snapped her head towards the
source of the sound Asia made when she jumped out of
the bushes, and screamed "ARGENTO!!!" as she flew
through the air. This time Cindy, Emmanuelle and
Sophie were close enough to get over there in time as
Asia hit the ground, bruising her chin as she landed.
But the real pain was in knowing she had failed.
Still, she who fights and runs away...
"Another time," she hissed and ran for it.
"No," Monica rasped. "Now!" She raced after her as
Cindy called for Monica to stop, let her go, leave the
grudge match for later... but the chase was on. Monica
was angry, and anger gave her speed. Soon she had left
the American, the Brit and the Gaul far behind,
vaulting over roots and bursting through foliage in
her determination to get Asia.
"How can she run so fast? I mean, you'd think those
gigantic tits would slow her down..." Sophie Anderton
grumbled.
Ironically, Monica Bellucci's mountains were also on
Asia Argento's mind; because hers were smaller she
knew she didn't have to worry about them getting in
the way of things, and she also thought that the lack
of extra weight made it easier to get away. She took a
quick peek behind; yes, the greenery was building up,
AND she couldn't see Monica. She'd lost her! Now all
she had to do was get back in touch with her friends,
and -
One moment she was flying away from Monica, the next
she was eating dirt. Someone or something had slammed
into her and had clapped her hand over her mouth to
stop her making a sound. Asia's eyes were sparking
with rage as she glared at Carter McMurdo; he had
skulked behind her even more carefully than she had
followed Monica. "You... You...!" she muttered, trying
to sink her teeth into his hand.
"Shut up and listen!" he told her as quietly and
forcefully as he could. "I don't want Cindy Crawford
to win any more than you do..."
Asia stopped struggling, and her eyes calmed down.
This was sounding interesting.
"Some members of my family are very keen that none of
Cindy's women come out on top. Money, know what I
mean?"
Asia nodded.
"I've got a LOT of money on Lara Croft winning. And
McMurdos don't like to lose - now if you play along we
can see to it that Cindy's team gets reduced while
yours... isn't. And in case you're wondering, I didn't
get Monica because if I stopped to poke her you
would've gotten away, and then we couldn't have had
this little arrangement. Now, how about it?"
Asia winked as Carter let her go, as Monica - who had
kept after Asia but had taken cover on hearing
Carter's arrival - briskly and quietly got out of
range of their ears. He had lowered his voice because
he knew Monica was around, but it wasn't the voice
that had tipped her off; it was the sight of Carter.
She had glimpsed him, wondered why there had been no
tell-tale thrashing, put two and two together and come
up with a very worrying four.
Safely out of earshot, Monica Bellucci began to run.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Where's she off to?" Charisma Carpenter asked
herself.
"Never mind that," her partner slurred. "Can't that
camera get any closer? YES!" he yelled in joy a moment
later as the overhead cameras zeroed in on Monica's
breasts. Poetry in motion for sure.
"You've got all her movies at home, you see her tits
all the time!" Charisma pouted. "Aren't you sick of
them?"
"I see yours all the time, and I'm not sick of them,"
he pointed out, continuing to stare at Monica running.
When was there going to be a shower scene?
"Great save."
Monica didn't have the viewers on her mind - all she
had on her mind was how soon it would be before she
could get back to the others. The good news was that
they weren't far away... but even in those few
seconds, it wasn't short enough for her to be snapped
out of her stride by an arm around her waist. Carter
had caught her; trapping sexy Italian women was his
specialty, even ones as determined to get away as
Monica. He quickly flung her down and pinned her, in
spite of all her enraged kicking and screaming.
"Thanks for making this easy," he chuckled, pulling
Monica's shorts off and stiffening men everywhere when
her magnificently hairy pussy was exposed to the
cameras. "You're very obliging to men. And women."
Right on cue, Asia joined them. Monica's legs were
spread as she arrived, with Miss Bellucci spitting
fury and saliva at the partners; ignoring the foul
soundtrack, Asia cast her eyes on Monica's cunt.
"Lying on your back with your legs apart. Standard
operating procedure for you, right?" she sneered.
"Wow, this is interesting," Gabby said in the studio
(the front room of the McMurdos's mansion). "Monica's
being double-teamed by a McMurdo and one of J-Lo's...
is this against the rules?"
"The rich are different from you and me," Leeann told
her.
"You and I, you ignorant Yank - no offence, Lisa,"
Gabby told her colleague.
"Anyway, if this isn't against the rules, it should
be," Kirsty continued. "Come on Monica, you didn't
make a movie with Vin bloody Diesel, give that
tasteless talentless jerk what she deserves!"
"Asia's getting some heavy duty equipment out... guess
she's going to make Monica all airtight before she has
her way with her... no wait a minute, HERE SHE COMES
TO SAVE THE DAY...!" Leeann sang out, as a new figure
joined the fray. The four women started to yak
excitedly at this new twist, as they watched Asia be
dragged off Monica by a blonde, angry Frenchwoman.
"You think you're the only person who can follow
people around? DO YOU?!?" Emmanuelle Beart hollered as
Monica was relieved of Asia's weight. Her relief
turned to alarm as Carter leaped onto her - and leaped
off a second later as she slammed her knee into his
exposed crotch. Both his prick and him fell down limp
and useless, as Monica got up and joined Asia and
Emmanuelle. "No, I can do her myself..." the French
actress panted as she ripped off Asia's clothes. "Go -
I'll handle Carter..."
"No, I will." And Monica kicked him again in the same
spot. Harder. "Be a good boy and just lie there." And
she raced off to join the others, Carter's cock aching
a bit harder at the sight of her round, receding rump.
Sighing a little - even if she was with the enemy she
was still fine - he turned his attention to Asia, who
raged furiously as Emmanuelle opened the bag, humming
happily as she took out the plugs and silken scarf
inside.
"I hear you like to go the autoasphyxiation route...
not today, but this still has its uses," she said,
tying Asia's hands together securely. "So you want to
go airtight, do you? Always willing to please, that's
me," she added, laughing while she ducked her head
down and inserted a vibrator into Asia's cunt.
"Ssssssh - I like listening to it go in..."
"Listen to this, loser!"
"Look, you weren't in 'Mission: Impossible,' get over
it," Emmanuelle chided as she turned it on, and
watched Asia's face as the buzzing started to work.
Then she indicated that Asia turn over - "I'm not
going to roll you, my dear" - and as the sullen
Italian complied, Emmanuelle pinched the cheeks. "Not
bad. Not as nice as our Monica's, of course, but not
bad." She spread apart Asia's rump, lightly sucked on
the butt plug to wetten it, and jammed it inside,
patting the buttocks as they closed up after it.
"Oh, you are going to pay for thiMMMMM - " and Asia
got no further as Emmanuelle stuffed a lifelike dildo
far into her mouth, whistling to Carter. Still wincing
a little, he crawled over to the two women as
Emmanuelle started to kiss Asia's breasts tenderly,
while running her fingers through her short black
hair. "Now, do you want these things out of you or
not?"
Asia nodded.
"Well, first of all, you need to suck off poor Carter
here. Soothe his penis a little. And you need to do it
three times. One for each plug."
Asia mumbled something through the dildo, and
Emmanuelle pulled it out.
"When I'm through with you - "
Emmanuelle stuck it back in. "Like I was saying, do
him and I'll let out one plug. Do ME and I'll let out
the other. Fair enough?" She pulled it out again, and
this time Asia didn't say anything because it was
promptly replaced by Carter's cock. Smiling,
Emmanuelle moved behind the younger woman and began to
fondle her back. She was a nice person, really, once
you were in total control of her. And stroking Asia
was like fondling velvet... the older Frenchwoman
slowed her pace so she could savour the experience.
Asia, on the other hand, slowed down nothing as she
loved Carter's sore organ. Monica had stamped on it
hard enough to leave some bruises, and it still ached
a little, but Asia's sucking was easing the pain
somewhat. Carter was starting to forget about that
big-boobed psycho, and focusing more on a
smaller-boobed one.
Emmanuelle slowly started to pull the item out of
Asia's cunt. A bargain was a bargain; and in any case,
she had been wanting to eat Italian for some time now.
Cindy had looked like she'd been having the time of
her life between Monica's legs... studying Asia's
clean-shaven box, she moistened her own lips and then
dipped down. Aaaah, that was the stuff; Asia tasted
not too bad. Emmanuelle moved her tongue around her
opponent's opening slowly and sensitively, then pushed
inside. She started a little when she tasted how warm
the woman was; no wonder some of her movies weren't
that far removed from pornography. Then she nosed
around further, flicking her tongue inside Asia's box.
She was so fantastic, and she was getting wetter all
the time... Emmanuelle knew what was happening. She
was finishing up with Carter.
The young man's pain had all gone as he emptied
himself into Asia's mouth, pulled out the prick
without ceremony and zipped himself up. "What...?"
Asia started, as she listened to Emmanuelle's moans
and mumbles.
"I've still got Monica to get," he told her brusquely,
giving her the only excuse she could accept for guys
fucking and leaving. Asia nodded in understanding,
hating herself for how good she was feeling.
Emmanuelle had insisted she didn't like girls to
friends, but for someone who didn't like them she was
sure liking Asia. She wished she had her hands free so
she could pet the Frenchwoman. But in spite of that...
"You know... if Carter doesn't poke Bellucci...
Philip... or one of the others... WILLLLL!!!!" And
Asia forgot all about the hunt as she erupted over
Emmanuelle Beart's angelic lips.
But Emmanuelle didn't.
* * * * * * * * * *
Asia Argento cursed herself for not asking Emmanuelle
to at least let her be eaten out before leaving her
there, still tied up.
But at least she had taken the butt plug out.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Monica? Monica? MONICA!"
Sophie Anderton had been retracing her steps in an
attempt to meet up with Monica, and was overjoyed to
finally see her colleague again, running towards her.
"What happened?
"Asia is what happened. Her and one of our hosts,"
Monica said tersely, and told her what had happened,
as Holly Valance and Catherine Zeta Jones watched from
the comfort of the McMurdo estate. Holly's anger at
being no longer in the game was eased by her being
told that one of J-Lo's team had been taken out just
after she herself was caught - not even the fact that
it wasn't Melissa George took away from that. Although
it would have been nice. The two women, along with the
other people as they were caught, would have the run
of the estate, and they were settling back to enjoy
some TV before getting some rest.
"This show's awful," a still sore Catherine grumbled
as Sophie and Monica conversed. "Can't we change the
channel?"
"Don't worry, if it's slow I'm sure they'll have shots
of you with your Oscar wedged up your jacksy," Holly
chuckled, toasting her fallen enemy, as the screen
changed to show an image of Carter McMurdo heading
through the brush. The agony of his Bellucci-stomped
genitalia had worn off, and he was about to catch up
with his quarry. Emmanuelle, as another camera had
shown, was in pursuit, but she wouldn't get to them in
time. And he was unlikely to let Monica get the better
of him again.
"Now this is more like it," Catherine cackled.
* * * * * * * * * *
"GO CARTER GO! GO CARTER GO!" chanted the Dixie Chicks
bbackstage as they watched Carter race towards the
women. Natalie poked a sullen Faith Hill in the ribs -
"Cheer up, Faith, it had to happen sometime."
Faith regretted making such a specific wager with the
DC's - Natalie had claimed that it would be Carter
who'd score with Bellucci, and if she collected Tim
would kill her. It was even more annoying because none
of the Chicks were employed by either side. Faith
crossed her fingers and hoped for something to change
the tide, but Carter was almost on the chatting women
and...
"Oh man, NOT AGAIN!" Martie wailed. "What is this, a
fucking JOKE?"
Faith had cast her eyes from the TV, but got another
look. While Carter had been closing in on Monica and
Sophie, Emmanuelle had been trying to catch up from
behind. But Carter had been intercepted by a tall,
angry brunette with a mole. Cindy's instincts had been
right; she had circled around when Monica had started
to come back, suspecting that she'd be followed, and
the only surprise was that it wasn't Asia.
Carter visibly winced as Cindy hit him in the groin -
that was even less funny than it had been to start
with. Although Faith was grinning much more widely
than the Dixie Chicks were.
Back in the jungle, Carter was not having the time of
his life; Cindy's attack was joined by Monica, Sophie
and when she arrived, Emmanuelle. Four beautiful women
all tugging and slapping him - he had dreamt something
like this once, but then it had been a lot more fun...
"Wow, now this is fun!" Holly gurgled with glee,
giving Catherine the thumbs up. "Talk about must see
TV..." As she said this, the camera moved from Cindy's
crew to the other side, where things were much less
happy - Angelina Jolie, Melissa George and Sophie
Marceau had found Asia, and were walking away with
her, Asia still being tied up despite her demands to
be let loose NOW, DAMMIT, NOW!
"Why'd they do that?" Holly grumbled. "Something
happening they don't want us to see?"
* * * * * * * * * *
Carter had been left there, insensible and beaten by
the ladies, who had also taken his equipment, all
except the beacon ("You might as well get your
privileged ass home," Cindy had explained). He had
been there for a while wondering how he was going to
explain this to the others; he had finally decided to
let off the beacon and take his chances with the
family. As he fired it, he reflected that he had at
least gotten to bone Holly Valance, and that was
something nice to go out on. Her nubile, naked body
was the last thing he ever thought before the boulder
crashed into his head.
The black-garbed person who had dropped it onto him
from behind nodded and withdrew into the scrubs,
pulling Carter's body. Holly Valance had been right -
it was something they didn't want the viewers to see.
* * * * * * * * * *
Asia had never thought she'd ever say this, but she
wanted that silk scarf off her. She didn't dare
stretch it to rip it off (she didn't want it off THAT
much), but she wanted to be free. Having finally
fallen silent after cursing Angelina Jolie, Melissa
George and Sophie Marceau for what seemed like hours,
she continued marching through the jungle, the ground
all mushy beneath her feet, everything getting more
oppressive and sticky with each step.
"Look, will one of you please untie me..."
"For the last time, NO!" Angelina snapped. "You fucked
up, you stay tied until tomorrow. If we're still here,
that is..."
"We're still together," Sophie pointed out. "Still
only lost one."
"So did Cindy Damn C!" Angelina fumed. "AND they took
out Carter..."
"Yes, that was a shame," Sophie agreed, as Asia and
Melissa exchanged a couple of shocked glances. "It
could have worked so well..."
"Wait a minute - you KNEW about this?!" Melissa asked.
"And when were you planning to tell us?"
Now it was the turn of Sophie and Angelina to exchange
glances; the dark-haired French beauty raised a
querying eyebrow, and the American nodded. "Better
tell them," Angelina added, and the quartet stopped by
a large tree, glad for the rest.
"Just a moment," Melissa added, and untied Asia's
bonds. "She wasn't the only one screwed."
"You have to understand that we didn't come here
expecting this to happen," Sophie began carefully,
trying not to look at the ladies glaring at her. "It
just... happened. Last night after dinner, one of the
McMurdos called me in to see him, and he asked to do
him a favour."
"And this favour was...?" asked Melissa.
"To bug all of us. Our team, and Cindy's."
"All of us?" Asia asked. "I can understand you doing
this to Cindy's team, but why us? And why did you go
along with this, Jolly?"
"Jolie," Angelina corrected her wearily. "I didn't at
first, but I was persuaded... look, Sophie, tell them
why."
"Because the McMurdo men made some very large bets
with some very large men that one of us would win,"
said the Gallic brunette. "And Philip especially has a
lot to lose if Lachlan ends up bedding one of Cindy's.
And I do mean a LOT."
"He's a McMurdo," Melissa argued. "He can stand to
lose a few dollars."
"I mean a lot more than that..."
They didn't understand what Sophie meant at first,
then it hit them. "Fuck..." Melissa said in a low
voice. "Who are these people he's playing with?"
"People who don't like to lose," Angelina said,
stepping on an insect that had been crawling over her
foot. "So I had a word with the maid..."
* * * * * * * * * *
Actually, Angelina had had more than a word with the
maid.
Karen had left the sheets in pristine condition in the
morning; now they were unbelievably rumpled, with the
pillows and blankets all over the floor. Angelina
Jolie sprawled there on her side, stroking the soft
curves of the young English girl next to her; Karen's
face was flushed with what had just happened. She was
sore and bruised, and she had never been so happy in
her life. "Don't leave me," she begged. "Or let me
come with you..."
"You know you can't come," Angelina told her, pinching
Karen's tight behind. "But we'll get together again
before I go."
"Aw, do I have to wait until then?"
Angelina pinched Karen's bottom again, holding tighter
this time. "Well..." she said as she climbed on top of
the girl again, running her free hand through the
shortened hair. "I like to let it out of my system
before I have to work, so..." She kissed Karen
fiercely, and the young English girl wrapped her arms
around the woman in delight, kissing her hard in
return. Angelina liked Karen; she dressed down, but
underneath the baggy shirts and trousers she wore she
had herself a lovely tight body; slim and sexy. Her
big lips touched Karen's face and pert tits, nipping
the nipples as she did. Down Angelina's head went,
hungry to taste the maid's muff again.
Karen, her head flung back, looked up at the mirrored
ceiling. The girl had been going back and forth
between men and women for a few years before realising
that she was a woman's woman; she had turned on her
share of men, but they weren't ever going to get her.
Karen was moistened by Jennifer Garner and Monica
Bellucci for sure, but Jen wasn't here and Monica
wasn't available. But the woman she wanted most was
here, and between her legs. Karen looked up at the
reflection of the bronzed, tattooed Angelina Jolie -
short hair, horny markings, strong back, round
mouthwatering bum, great legs... and she was licking
and exploring Karen Vinton's muff.
Karen looked back down, moving around on the bed under
Angelina's mouth. Those lips knew their way around a
cunt as much as a cock... Karen was dying for her to
tell her that she wanted to take her back to the
States as her sex slave. But for the moment, Karen
cried out as Angelina's tongue flicked her clit
rapidly. She would do anything for this woman.
ANYTHING...
* * * * * * * * * *
"...and I got her to plant the bugs," Angelina
continued, thinking of Karen's excellent breasts. She
hadn't had to persuade her that hard, in fact - Karen
was so besotted with Angelina that she would have done
anything the woman asked, and Angelina knew it. "Phil
and Carter told me that she was dripping for me for
years... it was easy."
"Did she try that with you as well, Soph?" asked
Melissa.
"No," Sophie admitted. "They used something else on
me."
"Something else? I didn't know you were into that kind
of thing," Asia laughed.
"I'm not," the Frenchwoman replied, and rubbed her
thumb and forefinger together. "As they say in
America, it's all about the Benjamins."
In Karen's case, it was also all about something else,
though none of them knew it.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Well, it's been pretty quiet for a while," Kirsty
Gallacher told the viewers, "so if we don't find
anything happening we're going to take ourselves a
break."
"They all love playing to the cameras," Lisa Dergan
suggested. "So it shouldn't be long."
"Yeah, especially the Cindy Inc. freaks," Leeann
Tweeden laughed, highfiving Gabby Logan.
"You never know, Jolie might be cutting the other
girls up for kicks," Kirsty sniggered. "Doesn't she do
that a lot at J-Lo's?"
"****** where ****** is due, Leeann's right," Gabby
interrupted. "It looks like we've hit the jackpot..."
The jungle thinned out to reveal a pool, at the base
of a waterfall from a high river. Emmanuelle Beart,
more exhausted than the others, was curled up on the
bank having a nap. Standing in the pool and cleaning
themselves off were Cindy Crawford, Monica Bellucci
and Sophie Anderton, all letting the natural water
rush over their splendid naked bodies, knowing they
were being watched by the viewers and wondering if
people thought they were playing up to the cameras.
("Of course they're playing up to the cameras,"
Vanessa Feltz told her colleagues as she sneaked a
look between records. "Two models and an actress -
allegedly - on something like this? I mean, look at
how Sophie's holding those boobs. And the way Cindy's
standing under the water. And as for Monica, I mean,
could she BE any more showoffy?"
"Oh, shut UP," Feltz's colleagues in the studio
thought.)
Cindy shook her hair underneath the stream; she didn't
expect any hairstyling in the jungle, but it still
felt good to give her tresses some relief. At least
she had soap, and the water was perfect; her body damp
enough, she stepped away from the spilling water to
lather herself up, while Monica stayed under the
falls. Cindy was amazed at how casually nude Monica
was, at how natural it was for her; she knew there
were people gawping at her as she showered, and she
wasn't bothered one way or the other. Once a model,
always a model; as Cindy watched, Monica felt the
water flowing over her form and - oh, she was playing
to the camera when she did that, she HAD to be! - she
took those massive boobs in her hands and lifted them
up so they could catch the water. The falls cascaded
over Monica's tits in two mini-streams of their own,
and masturbating males the world over sped up.
Sophie Anderton, standing between the two women,
looked at both sulkily. She was just as used to being
nude as the other two, but it wasn't so much that she
was comparatively the least attractive of the three as
that she still felt like a third wheel.
"Hey, what's wrong Soph?" Cindy asked kindly.
"You seem worried," Monica added. "No one's about to
catch us."
"Not everything has to be about this game!" Sophie
snapped at Monica. "It was... I mean, look at the two
of you! Even in LA the two of you were a good team -
and on the plane when you were..."
"They can't edit web broadcasts, Sophie," Cindy said.
"You can say it."
"When you were EATING HER OUT, OKAY?" Sophie yelled.
"Did you all hear that? DID YOU?! When we were flying
over here Cindy Crawford went down on Monica Bellucci
and Bellucci LOVED IT! And I wanted to be the one!"
"To be with me or with her?" asked Monica. "You didn't
make it that obvious."
"With HER! I still can't stand you... you snooty
annoying slapper... you.. you... " Sophie looked from
one to the other, knowing that she should have kept
her tongue, but figuring it didn't matter. She sighed,
giving up. "You're both really fit ladies - it... it
would have been a privilege to give it to either one
of you. But especially Cindy; sorry Monica, but she IS
the boss," she added quickly, still wanting to get her
blows in.
("Please do an encore, please do an encore, please do
an encore..." men everywhere begged silently and in
some cases not so silently.)
"Well, when we get back..." Monica started.
"No," Cindy interrupted. "Right now."
Sophie's eyes widened. "Now?"
"Yes," Cindy said, her eyes twinkling. "Monica, take
care of her front," she added as she waded around to
Sophie's back and the Italian faced the Brit, her eyes
studying the younger woman's bald snatch. Monica
actually preferred them to have a bit more hair like
hers or Cindy's, but like Cindy said she was the boss.
She could see the resentment in Sophie's eyes; part of
her didn't want it, but part of her did. Monica knelt
down and ran her tongue over Sophie's tits, starting
to stroke the English woman as she did; Sophie
"mmmmm"-ed quietly as she felt Monica's lips on her.
She put the back of her hand on Monica; warm and soft.
Sophie still hated her, but not so much. And even less
when she put her hands on those breasts; Sophie wanted
to taste some of Monica's nutrituous Italian milk.
Cindy kissed Sophie's back as she rubbed her,
whispering into her ear "Come on, Sophie... just
relax. It's not going to hurt..." Cindy's gentle
kisses landed all over Sophie's flesh as she touched
her all over, enjoying the model's lean body and
fondling Sophie's bottom. It wasn't as full and round
as Monica's, but she was willing to bet people still
enjoyed looking at it. (She was right; J-Lo's Renee
Zellweger kept going back and forth between practising
her Oscar acceptance speech and checking out the
webcast of the three ladies, wishing that those stupid
commentators would just clam up. As was Cindy Inc.'s
Kate Garraway, studying Cindy's fine form as she stood
behind Sophie and thinking that this beat reality TV
all to hell.)
Sophie found her heart beating faster as Monica kissed
her navel and then began to taste her clean-shaven
cunt, as behind her Cindy slid her body down the young
model's back and began to nuzzle her buttcrack,
Cindy's experienced tongue rolling around Sophie's
back passage and her hands squeezing her petite buns.
Miss Anderton stroked the heads of her two older
lovers as their mouths treated her respective
entrances; Sophie imagined watching Monica and Cindy
crouching, both enticing in their different ways -
Monica earthy and European, Cindy sunshiny and
all-American, both perfect on their own or together.
And they were both on their knees for her...
She felt Cindy's hands spreading her cheeks apart.
Sophie knew what was coming next, and she finally
smiled widely as she felt Monica's mouth move off her
snatch, replaced by her long fingers. The fingers
stroked the damp opening for a few moments, then
clenched into a fist. As Cindy positioned her right
hand, Monica closed her arms around Sophie and gently
bent her forward, resting her head between her love
pillows. "Ummmmm... yesss..." Sophie mumbled in
between Monica's boobs, kissing and nuzzling them as
Monica started to push her clenched hand into the
woman's snatch.
Sophie began panting into Monica's cleavage as she
felt Cindy's fist working into her soft, tight chute,
the American groaning and grunting as she did. Cindy
loved doing this with Rande and with as many of her
colleagues as she could, but each time out it felt
like new; Sophie's ass was small but lovely, and it
was taking in her arm like it had been designed for
it. Cindy moaned her approval as she pushed it in
another half-inch, hoping that Monica wasn't rushing
things either...
Monica was loving how Sophie was thrusting against her
as Cindy ground her arm inside, while she herself slid
her hand deeper into Sophie's snatch up to the wrist,
rotating it slowly and sensually and hearing Sophie's
"AAAH!!!"s, muffled though they were by her cleavage.
Monica murmured "Yes Sophie... lovely... you're
wonderful... don't have to fight..." as she pumped the
woman's cunt, her mind only on the three of them under
the waterfall.
And certainly not on Philip and Ernest McMurdo,
standing several feet away. The tracking devices had
worked a treat, but the sight of Monica Bellucci's
bare ass had stopped them short, even allowing for the
circumstances under which they were seeing it. Father
and son stood rooted to the spot, showing no signs of
life - except in their lower regions.
"Oooooh yeah Sophie..." Cindy breathed as she worked
Sophie's cheeks with her right arm, wishing she could
get at her tingling snatch with her free hand. "This
always gets me happy...."
Sophie mumbled something into Monica's tits which
might have been "Same here..." and then she cried out
something else as she felt herself starting to burn
up... Cindy and Monica thrust away harder, both of
them also starting to lose control as the model jerked
between them. Philip and his father edged their way
around for a closer look, their cocks dripping come
inside their trousers.
"Too bad you couldn't get stuff like this on 'Big
Brother' last year," Gabby cracked to the viewers.
"If it had been it might have been the two ugliest
contestants," Kirsty added. "Look at them... even the
McMurdos want to watch."
"Wonder who'll go first?" asked Leeann. "My money's on
the dad."
"You can't bet," Lisa tut-tutted. "But I'll go for the
son."
"Yeah, I just bet you would," Gabby laughed. "I've
heard all about you."
"Can I help it if I don't like sleeping with
200-year-old men?"
"The customer is always right... but you've got a
point. I mean, this Radio 2 DJ - can I mention his
name here?" asked Kirsty.
"You work for Murdoch, of course you can!" Gabby said.
"Name and shame before Cindy and Company finish..."
"OH FUCK YES YES YES!!!! CINDY!!! MONICA!!!
YESSSSSSSAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!"
"Shit. Too late," Leeann grumbled as Sophie spasmed
furiously between Cindy and Monica, screaming as she
felt herself give in to the women's fists, while Terry
Wogan mopped his brow in relief that his secret was
safe for the moment. Sophie jerked around as Cindy
relaxed a little and started to withdraw from the sore
woman, and she collapsed into Monica's arms, her cunt
now no longer housing Monica's fist. Cindy rested her
head against Sophie's back and the three women held
each other, bonded again through the power of sex.
"Better living through pseudo-lesbianism. I approve,"
said Ernest McMurdo, breaking the spell the three were
under. "Now it's time for the men to have their fun."
"If you were standing there all this time, you already
had some fun," Cindy said, breathing heavily and
seeing the stains on their trousers.
"Ejaculation doesn't count," Philip said. "Just sex...
I don't think you're in any condition to outrun us,
but it was so nice to see three of the finest asses on
the planet that we'll make a bargain with you."
"You'll fuck each other?" asked Sophie.
"Oh, please. We're neither gay nor incestuous," Ernest
griped. "The deal is, two of you stay - one of you
goes."
"How about I stay and they go?" Sophie asked. "One
woman, two men..."
"Sophie, no!" Cindy shouted. "You can't... I'll stay."
"No, Cindy. I'm a private in this battle... you're the
boss." Sophie stepped away from the two women and
walked out of the pool to stand by the McMurdos, and
opened up her arms. "Take me."
Ernest and Philip eyed each other, and shrugged. "The
next time we won't be so gentlemanly..." And Philip
roughly shoved Sophie onto the ground as Cindy and
Monica, their mood now shattered, made their way to
the edge, where their clothes and a still sleeping
Emmanuelle were.
Five minutes later, renewing their journey, they heard
it. So did Angelina and her brood; the woman came so
loudly that they could all hear it.
Including the black-garbed hunter.
"Eight celebrity whores, sending men to heaven," Patty
McMurdo said to herself as she trekked through the
greens, eyeing her tracker. "One got porked, and then
there were seven."
* * * * * * * * * *
Emmanuelle had kept silent while Cindy and Monica
explained why they were now three (and while the other
two hid their amazement at how the most
delicate-looking of the bunch could have slept so
soundly through their rather loud lovemaking). Now, as
the two darker women ended their tale, she looked
bewildered. "And you let her do this?" she asked them,
stamping on some insects scurrying underfoot a bit too
roughly.
"Sophie knew the risk, Em," Cindy told her. "We all
did. Only one of us stays through to the final round."
"And you let her go."
"Would you have volunteered?" Monica asked calmly.
"Yes, of course I would have!"
"Yes, of course you would have," Monica said in a
different tone of voice.
"Monica, why are you always trying to piss everybody
off?" Cindy asked. "You annoyed Holly, you made Sophie
jealous, and now you're picking a fight with
Emmanuelle... are you TRYING to weed the others out?"
"I think you are," Emmanuelle snapped. "You should
turn that energy to getting rid of the other team. Oh
wait, that's right; me and Cindy had to rescue you
from the others! Unless you're working for Lopez - "
Her speech was cut short when Monica slapped
Emmanuelle across the face. "I would NEVER work for
that Hollywood machine! EVER! Take that back right
now, or - "
"Or what? You'll turn me over to the McMurdos like you
did with Sophie? Then it would be just you and Cindy -
watch your back, Cindy, this one'll do anything to
win! ANYTHING!"
Emmanuelle shut up after that, but she left Cindy with
something to think about.
* * * * * * * * * *
Trust was depleting in the other team as well; Asia
Argento was loose, but Team J-Lo was now visibly two
smaller teams, with Asia and Melissa George walking in
the same area as - but a few feet away from - Angelina
Jolie and Sophie Marceau. Nobody said a word; all were
listening out for movements from the jungle, but they
were also all thinking over what had happened. True,
their opponents could be more easily tracked, but so
could they.
Patty McMurdo knew this all too well; like the others,
her tracker had the women colour-coded - blue for
Cindy, red for Lopez, green for the hunters. She was
nearest to the three blue dots, but she was heading
for the red ones. If anyone was going to get any of
Cindy's remaining ladies, it wouldn't be her; Patty
just hoped that Sophie hadn't been the one from J-Lo's
team who'd been snatched. She loved those sexy French
actresses; less hangups about nudity than Americans,
less relentlessly luvvie than Brits, they got it just
right. And Sophie had made a movie with David Spade,
which made her absolutely perfect (Patty would go to
her grave claiming Spade was the most underrated comic
talent on the planet).
Patty's pace and her heart started to speed up as she
got nearer. She was heading along an uphill path - she
was going to be on top of them soon enough. Patty kept
her ears and eyes alert, listening for any clues to
where they were.
The redhead stepped out of the greenery as the path
continued, seeing that she was following a cliff edge.
No sign of them... Patty moved over to the edge and
peered over, and sighed in relief. Not only was it not
a very high cliff - it wasn't even a CLIFF, more of a
slope - but the four women were walking some feet
below. They had found the open area. And the yummy
Marceau was at the back. Patty doled out a dazzling
grin and thumbs-up to the big guy in the sky and
continued to follow.
("All that time Patty wasted tracking those girls she
could've gone after Crawford," Denise Van Outen
grumbled as she watched in bed.)
Patty let herself drop back a bit so she could watch
Sophie walk; shaking her hair... shaking that ass...
nice. Patty wished that Cindy had snapped her up -
they were both lovely mid-30s brunettes, a great
match. But on the upside, she was all hers...
"Hey, Patty."
"Shhh," the girl said into her communicator. "I'm
tracking Sophie Marceau."
"I know. And I'm tracking you."
Patty's face drained as she looked around. "Oh God...
you weren't joking..." She couldn't see the intruder
anywhere.
"Haven't got time to joke," she said. "Don't bother
looking around - I didn't get caught on camera last
time; don't want to risk it again." As soon as the
voice stopped, Patty felt a sudden sharp pain in her
leg; she winced and pulled out the dart. "Poison," the
voice said calmly.
"Why...?" Patty begged as she fumbled for the beacon
and fired it, praying that it wouldn't be too late.
"You know," the McMurdo said calmly.
"No I don't..." Patty whispered as she weakened, her
eyes firmly fixed on Sophie and the others. She had to
concentrate on something to keep her mind off the
growing sickness...
"What's wrong with her?" Kirsty Gallacher asked as
they watched Patty keel over.
"Probably sunstroke," Gabby Logan said lightly.
* * * * * * * * * *
Charisma Carpenter totted up the money she was making;
so far it was all looking damned good.
Keira Knightley chuckled as she saw Patty lying there;
she wasn't really a mean person, but she knew that
Patty loved Cindy's ladies, and Keira was a J-Lo lady
through and through.
Jennifer Connelly crossed her fingers; things weren't
looking good for her Cindy Inc. colleagues.
Holly Valance and Sophie Anderton kept their faces
buried in their magazines; they were dull and
out-of-date, but they also kept their attention off
Catherine Zeta-Jones's insufferable expression.
And Lachlan asked Caroline if she had heard from
Carter lately - "Not a word," Caroline answered. "The
bastard's probably sleeping or something."
"Not for hours," Lachlan argued. "And he knows he's
not supposed to go back to the estate. Keep an eye out
for him..."
A loud scream cut through their earpieces -
"OHLORDNO!!! NO! NO!!!!!!!"
* * * * * * * * * *
"Keep an eye out for them," Cindy told Emmanuelle. "I
don't think those guys'll want to stop with just one."
That message imparted, Cindy stepped aside. Emmanuelle
and Monica had been told she had to relieve herself,
which was sort of true; she had her backpack with her
as she scooted down into a hollow she had noticed when
they travelled along that path a few moments earlier.
The tall brunette crouched down into it, and withdrew
the sheathed knife that was the weapon she'd been
given. Cindy pulled out the knife, and carefully
examined the hollow she was in; picking her spot, she
plunged the blade all the way into the side of the
excavation, the handle quivering a bit.
Cindy lowered her shorts and panties, regretting that
she had to do it this way; but as she edged towards
the handle and positioned her pussy over it, she knew
that it was the only option. It was that or
Emmanuelle, and it couldn't be Emmanuelle. Not because
she didn't find her attractive, but because she was
French.
"Sorry, Em," she said quietly, and pushed forward,
feeling the handle sink into her hot, eager cunt.
Cindy moved herself up and down, letting the handle
tease and excite her, and pulling herself back a
millimeter or so; she was virtually dancing around the
handle as it frigged her. "Ohhhh... aaaahhhh.... " the
supermodel groaned as she "impaled" herself on it,
jamming herself down further. If only Laetitia hadn't
gone home the week before this started, then it could
have been her. And if only Laetitia Marie Laure Casta
hadn't been so fucking fine that Cindy just couldn't
be with any other Frenchwoman without thinking of
her... it was in fact Laetitia that Cindy thought of
as she felt the handle coring her cunt. For something
like this, her own hands wouldn't do - it had to be
all outside.
Emmanuelle could see Cindy from the waist up as she
nearly tore off the shrubbery she was grabbing,
thrashing to and fro like the girl at the beginning of
"Brotherhood of the Wolf," except much less
frightening. "I told you," she hissed to Monica, who
stood with her back to the scene.
With her eyes closed, Cindy had no idea that her
colleagues could see her slamming away, her mind on
nothing but her own pleasure. The handle was all wet
now with her own secretions as she thrust on it again,
screaming out loud her lover's name.
Emmanuelle's blue eyes narrowed as she heard the name
"LAETITIA!!!!" carry through the air...
* * * * * * * * * *
"So, how much are you guys behind now?" Jessica
Simpson asked Pink.
"You know, I was gonna ask you the same question,"
Pink cackled, brandishing her wallet. "I gotta thank
your boss - I'm really cashing in on what's going on
there. Come over tonight; we're watching the second
night on my big-ass TV. Down to three, and I bet they
all go tonight."
"Can't come; I'm working that night."
"Can't face the shame, huh? Don't blame you."
* * * * * * * * * *
"Slow down, mom!" Lachlan urged, listening in shock.
"I was tracking the ladies... and I saw him,"
Madeleine said through her tears as she leaned against
a tree. "Someone... someone bashed his head in and
left him there."
"What? WHA.. How the hell did this happen? Was it one
of the women?"
"Who do you think I am, Inspector Fucking Morse?!"
Madeleine yelled. "My son is dead! And I want to find
the girl who killed him, and - "
"How do you know it was a lady?" Lachlan snapped as he
continued through the greens towards an open space.
There he could call for a chopper to take him to his
mother, and he could have some time to think...
"They're being hunted by US, you idiot! One of them
might have decided to play for keeps. It's probably
that Cindy Crawford..."
"Oh come on, Cindy wants to win, but not that bad..."
"How do YOU know?"
* * * * * * * * * *
Philip McMurdo was delighted that the two teams were
coming closer and closer to each other in their
travels; it made it so much easier to go from one to
the other (a deal may have been a deal, but it would
have been too suspicious if no one from J-Lo's team
was poked out - and he had his eyes on that Angelina
Jolie). He had climbed a tree to about twenty feet off
the ground, knowing that Team Cindy was in this area,
and now he was waiting for them to come a-strolling.
When they did, he'd Tarzan out of the tree and -
Damn. They were getting closer but there were only two
of them; the French cunt must be playing guard or
something. Still, he was deep enough in the branches
so he couldn't be seen. "Come on, Cindy C..." he
murmured. "Just a little closer..."
Emmanuelle was lagging behind Cindy and Monica, and
she was indeed on the look out for something.
Sophie Marceau was just slightly AHEAD of Emmanuelle,
and she was on the look out for Cindy...
* * * * * * * * *
"That's the trouble with this thing when it's nothing
but stalking," Lisa complained. "You just have to sit
around and wait for something to happen."
"Well, might as well use the time to read some emails
from people watching," Gabby suggested. "How about
this one, from 'George': 'Hi, I'm really enjoying
watching all the sexy ladies in the jungle and in the
commentary box. How come Laura won't do the things you
girls will?' LAURA? Hmmmmm... Anyway, thanks for
writing George, and we'll keep it up for you and your
administration."
"Gab! You know it's not that George," Kirsty
tut-tutted.
"Yeah, I know," Gabby laughed, as the President hung
up his phone and whooped at how Team J-Lo was doing.
"I'm just joking..."
"This one's from a British kid called David," Leeann
said. "He says 'I love Kirsty Gallacher and Gabby
Logan; every time I see them I have to go and have a
wank because they're so sexy. I wish Gabby and Kirsty
could play with each other's boobs in between shots of
the jungle...'" she cracked up. "Kids! Does your dad
know you're watching?"
"I know you're in Europe, but..." Gabby agreed.
"Oh, what the hell," Kirsty sighed, and started to
open her shirt. "It'll pass the time, and get more
viewers."
"But - "
"Why are you so surprised? I work for Sky One, you
know..." And Kirsty flung her shirt aside.
"Bring the camera closer, no need to be shy," Lisa
laughed as the audience got a good look at Kirsty's
treasured chest. "And isn't this more fun than the
Superbowl?"
"Or the FA Cup?" Leeann added.
"We'll let you get away with that one," Gabby replied,
her own top off and her boobs on view for all to see.
(kd lang, a longtime Cindy Inc. supporter, was
disappointed that they didn't take their pants off as
well.) "Go on, touch them..." Kirsty was reaching out
when the presenter of "The Premiership" added "Not
with your hands."
Kirsty happily hefted her breasts and played with them
for the camera, doing a great parody of a Page 3
stunner. "And not a drop of silicone in sight, eat
your heart out Jordan!"
"Isn't she calling herself by her real name now?"
Gabby asked as she felt the black-haired lady pressing
the jugs against her own.
"She'll always be Jordan to me," Kirsty replied,
rubbing her breasts up and down along Gabby's pair.
"And I wouldn't let a Pop Idol into me for love nor
money." Kirsty rubbed her nipples directly onto
Gabby's, watching as they stood up, long and hard.
Then she lightly kissed each one, enjoying flicking it
with her tongue.
The Americans kept their mouth shut about Miss
Gallacher's Pop Idol crack, knowing about Kirsty's
evening with Kelly Clarkson when the latter was in the
UK for "Miss Independent" and her week in the US
disproving the rumours about Ryan Seacrest preferring
men. Instead they kept one eye each on Gabby stroking
Kirsty's boobs and opening her mouth to suckle, and
the other eye(s) on the monitors in case something was
about to happen.
"Apologies for not doing our job," Leeann told the
audience, "but let's face it, sometimes actions speak
louder than words." Gabby was "talking" a language
Kirsty had been speaking for years, as she drew the
presenter's nipple into her hungry mouth and sucked
hard. Gabby squeezed Kirsty's boobs, eager to get
something out, while her friend fondled the blonde's
equally nice set. Why hadn't they worked together even
once on Sky Sports? Definitely a trick missed there.
Kirsty's hand traced its way absentmindedly down
Gabby's body towards her crotch, until it was slapped
away.
"Tits only, Kirst," the blonde murmured, rubbing her
head all over her friend's cleavage. Kirsty
semi-reluctantly returned her fingers to Gabby's tits,
as she felt suction increase and heard a "Mmmmmmmm..."
followed by a licking sensation. Gabby had gotten some
droplets of Kirsty's breast milk out, and she
increased her sucking motion. Talk about doing a body
good; Kirsty dived in between Gabby's breasts as she
continued to drip the milk, and Miss Logan let it seep
onto her fingers so she could lick it off. Almost as
nice as how mother used to make it.
Nuzzling Gabby's tits, Kirsty let her hands wander
down again to rest on her peachy little behind. This
time she DIDN'T slap them away...
* * * * * * * * * *
Emmanuelle's blue eyes covered every inch of the
jungle; she knew it wouldn't be long before someone
tried something. And she wanted to have a good view of
when it happened; either Cindy or Monica would be fine
with her.
Sophie had seen Emmanuelle out of the corner of her
eye and taken cover before she could be seen. Her
route had taken her several feet ahead of the Yank and
the dago; the lovely brunette weighed each option.
Monica was closer, but Cindy was slimmer and easier to
take down. Plus it never hurt with the French press to
take out an American.
And they were just about to be next to the tree;
Philip tensed himself for the jump. Land, roll, and
grab one of them - either one would be fine with him.
("See how Emmanuelle's just keeping behind like that?"
Leeann told Lisa as the Brits continued their
groaning. "What's she up to?")
Then Sophie made her move, darting out of her hiding
place towards a still unsuspecting Cindy - and as
Emmanuelle hesitated for a moment before she made her
move.
Towards Sophie.
"I'm sorry, Cindy!!!" she yelled as she ran into
Sophie and brought her down. Sophie's breath rushed
out in surprise as she hit the grass, and Emmanuelle
elbowed her in the mouth. She was getting really good
at this; maybe she should look out for an action
movie. The next Bond film maybe... Sophie had already
been in a Bond movie, and she lashed back at
Emmanuelle, enraged as she watched her targets run for
it. They were going to get away AGAIN...
"What are you, their guardian angel?!" Sophie snapped
as she kicked out at Emmanuelle, who was merrily
tearing her fellow thespian's clothes off.
"Look at it this way," Emmanuelle laughed. "At least
we're giving hope to all the older women out there..."
This didn't give Sophie much consolation as she felt
the blonde's fingers between her thighs. Sophie
clamped them shut before she could go any further;
she'd be damned if she made it easy for her colleague.
But Emmanuelle prised her legs apart, beaming at the
resulting spread shot, and at how nice Sophie looked
all naked and writhing. "Is it true that you wouldn't
come over and do a customer fantasy with Jennifer
Garner as the two Elektras?" she asked. "She was
really up for it, I heard. And I thought it was
American women who were all prudish..."
"Fuck you!" Sophie snarled, trying to escape
Emmanuelle's grips.
"No. Fuck YOU," Emmanuelle smiled, and felt Philip's
hands tearing off her pants. McMurdo men knew a good
opportunity when they saw it; he couldn't get Cindy or
Monica, but he'd take what he could get. And what he
could get in this case was... she heard his yell of
delight as he slammed his cock into her, and almost
screamed as he gyrated against her upraised butt.
Philip was not known for taking his time with women,
and his cock moved in and out of her as if he was in a
hurry to catch a train.
Sophie was begging Emmanuelle in French to let her go,
but with the blonde's fingers moving over her jugs and
her mouth moving over Sophie's snatch, there was
really nothing she could do except lie back and enjoy
it. Sophie Marceau lay back, but she sure didn't enjoy
it... except for the realisation that at least she was
taking Emmanuelle Beart with her.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Charisma Carpenter bid the customer goodbye and rested
back on her bed, pleased at how things were going. Her
body was sore and the nipple clamps were hurting, but
her and her syndicate were sure to be several thousand
dollars up by the end. And the news from an excited
Stacy Keibler that she had called it correctly - that
Emmanuelle Beart had been taken out by Sophie Marceau
- had only added to her good fortune. On top of that,
Charisma loved the feel of a good cock up her ass, and
that last customer... the well-formed brunette let her
mind drift back to that memory. Feeling that slab
pounding inside her asshole while he kept tugging on
the straps - this was living! It couldn't get any
better than this, she thought as she heard a tapping
on her door.
"Here already?" she laughed, as she got up to welcome
her next customer. "No rest for the horny..." Charisma
snapped on her smile as she flung open the door - and
snapped it off almost at once on seeing who was there.
"So," Jennifer Lopez said casually, "you wanna tell me
why you've been betting against your own team?"