anonymous
12-08-2007, 10:34 PM
The continuing adventures of Cindy Crawford -
supermodel, mother and celebrity bordello owner. The
way the characters behave is not how they would in
real life (though after "Evolution" and "The Ladies
Man" it's not so hard to visualise Julianne Moore
doing the Dance of Joy), and any complaints or
whatever to go to the message boards or to
cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk (Kirsty's fellow Sky Sports
presenter Helen Chamberlain recently took off all her
clothes for the UK version of "Penthouse" - it can
only be a matter of time before someone requests a
story about her. You just wait and see...)
Previously on "Cindy Inc.": In the race to see who
gets to be the mother of Lachlan McMurdo's children,
the field has narrowed down to Cindy Crawford, Monica
Bellucci, Angelina Jolie, Asia Argento and Melissa
George, all of whom have been bugged by Karen the maid
as part of an aim to throw the contest. But two of the
McMurdos (Carter and Patty) are also no longer in the
running to track them down, and on the home front head
bookie Charisma Carpenter has just been unmasked as
betting on Cindy Inc. - even though she works for
Jennifer Lopez. Now read on...
* * * * * * * * * *
The pilot was glad the journey back to the estate
wasn't a long one; Emmanuelle Beart and Sophie Marceau
had been squabbling all the damn time since they got
on board. Listening to two beautiful French women
telling each other to go fuck themselves in their
native language, though musical in a sense, was
irritating in most others. But soon they would be out
of the chopper and be someone else's problem.
Sure enough, as soon as it landed the two women got
out, hurling invective at each other, Emmanuelle
telling Sophie that her father must have been terrible
in bed the night she was conceived, and Sophie
replying that SHE would probably know what her father
was like in bed...
"YOU!" Emmanuelle snarled in English, and leapt on
Sophie again.
"Send the men out to get them," the keeper of the
estate said, watching the two women fight. "In fifteen
minutes..."
* * * * * * * * * *
"I honestly thought you wouldn't find out!" Charisma
pleaded in Jennifer Lopez's office. The tall
well-build moled brunette who worked for Lopez had
held out for all of fourteen seconds before listing
all the women working for her who were in on it. And
all the money they'd won and lost.
"And where'd you get that idea, missy? I see all, and
I know all..."
Charisma fiddled with her hair nervously. She was
rolling in the green now, even though there were still
more J-Lo's in the field of play than Cindy Inc's.
"So... I suppose I'm going to be fired?"
"Hell, no. You've got the Buffy freaks lining up for
your snatch for miles - I'm not letting you go just
because you're making a little money on the side for
us."
The relief that she'd be having her legs up in the air
in Bel Air for the foreseeable future vanished when
Charisma realised what the last word of the sentence
had been. "...US?"
"Yeah," Lopez grinned. "As of now, I get 75% of what
you're making in these bets. Of what ALL the ladies
are making. And you get to tell them."
Charisma shed a mental tear as she waved
three-quarters of her stash bye bye.
* * * * * * * * * *
If this was an episode of "24" that was coming out of
a commercial break, one corner would show Cindy
Crawford and Monica Bellucci stopping and having
something to eat, another would show Caroline McMurdo
searching through the jungle, a third would have the
five ladies already captured glaring heavily at each
other before joining the commentators one at a time,
and a fourth would have a tent erected elsewhere in
the jungle. And it would be the tent that would fill
the screen in the next cut.
The tent had been set up by Angelina Jolie with help
from Asia Argento, who had been untied now the truth
about what had happened had set them all on something
like a level playing field. Melissa George, having
drawn the short straw, had gone off fishing for their
supper that second night ("Stop moaning, you're
Australian - you're used to water," Asia snapped), and
she still hadn't come back yet. Which was good news
for Karen, lying in wait for her opportunity.
Karen crept towards the tent, listening through the
crickets for any human sounds. Nothing... only
snoring. Karen shook her head - Angelina Jolie
snored?! Ah well, nobody was perfect; as her dad said,
even Claudia Cardinale (whoever SHE was) probably let
off a few good ones in bed. Karen moved towards the
entrance, and slipped inside like a master thief,
knowing exactly where the goodies were. And there they
were, buried under the blankets, snoring heavily.
The young woman scanned the rising and falling form.
She was all alone, Karen was eager, and it would only
be for a few moments... and it wasn't like it was the
first time she had ever done something like this.
Karen quickly doffed her clothes, glad she had worn
only the minimum of stuff (it wouldn't take long for
her to make a getaway) and carefully lifted up the
blankets to move in next to the dozing woman. Safe in
bed, she looked at the woman's form. Though there was
hardly any light, there was enough to make out that
she was in pyjamas - spoilsport; Miss Vinton had been
revved up for the sight of Angelina's bare bottom all
ready for a bit of light paddling - but when Karen
touched her, it didn't matter. She was wonderful to
stroke even with clothes in the way; Karen was careful
to fondle her lightly, because she didn't want the
woman to wake up until it was too late to stop... if
then.
Resting her head between the woman's shoulders, Karen
moved her hands around the front, slipping them
underneath the top, one hand moving up to the woman's
breasts and the other going below. "I love you, baby,"
the girl whispered, and kissed her back. "Bet you'd
love me too if you knew me..." Karen kissed her again
as she thrust her hand into her lover's pussy; she was
startled and a bit let down to find that it was shaved
completely clean after last time, but then she thought
that it meant less obstacles to what was there...
Karen's fingers began to rub Angelina's pussy lightly,
as her other hand began to fondle the nice if not
massive boobs. Mmmmm...
"Mmmmm... Jenny... " she murmured in her sleep, her
own hand fluttering down to between Karen's legs.
Karen rolled the sleeping lady's nipples between her
fingers, but it was feeling the lady's hand stroking
her cunt that caused the penny to drop. "Feels nice,
Jenny... mmmmmm yesssss... beautiful.... perfect..."
The English girl was snapped from her reverie as she
heard Melissa George dreaming about making love to her
"Alias" co-star and fellow J-Lo's employee. And Karen
was fucking her instead of Angelina...!
While feeling Melissa's fingers sticking into her
snatch, the English girl peered closer at the
Australian's hair; through the night, she could see a
few strands of her tresses. Definitely blonde... Karen
kicked herself for having been so stupid. She had been
so eager to get more of that Jolie loving... and now
Melissa was turning over...
Karen kissed Melissa, throwing caution to the winds. A
sexy little miss was a sexy little miss anyway... and
it got cold at night around these parts...
"YOU!" Angel from "Home and Away" ejaculated on seeing
who was in bed with her.
"I was listening in - I thought you were fishing - "
"I got lucky and got back early, and I got the tent as
a reward," Melissa explained. "A good catch too...
don't change the subject. Is this why you put the bugs
on us?! So you could cheat in this thing?"
"Well..." Karen fumbled to explain the thing to her.
"That's partly it..."
"Partly it?" Melissa asked, dying to kick the girl in
the stomach and throw her out of the tent. "What's the
rest of it?"
"You let me fuck you out and I'll tell you," Karen
said eagerly.
"You must be joking."
"You're going to go out anyway... might as well be
now."
Melissa looked at the smiling, eager young girl, and
felt how she was touching her chest; she didn't want
to go out of the contest at all. But it was nice and
comfy in here, and Karen was a nice girl... and it
wasn't like she was being faced by any of those
dreadful McMurdos. "Make it quick," the actress
conceded, and regretted saying it as soon as Karen
landed on her, rubbing her all over and kissing her as
if she was on a commission basis. Karen thrust her
tongue down Melissa's throat, mounting her hungrily
and eagerly searching for her cunt.
"Not... that quick," she breathed, stroking the girl's
trim body. "I want to have some fun as well... do you
mind if I shut my eyes and pretend you're Michael?"
"Whatever turns you on; it's cool," Karen replied, not
having a clue who this Michael was as she nipped
Melissa's tits; she did know who Jennifer was, but why
the blonde wanted her to pretend to be someone with a
prick she didn't know. Why bother faking it now? Karen
threw it out of her mind, fondling Melissa's muff as
she kissed the blonde, and enjoying how Melissa was
pinching her as she lay on top, happily slapping the
girl's bum. Not a trace of fat anywhere on her; the
McMurdos kept her working hard, she could tell. Karen
pressed her thumbs carefully into Melissa, pressing
down on her clit as if she was playing tiddlywinks,
and flicked it to and fro.
"OoooohhhhhH!!!!" breathed Melissa, rocking inside the
bed as Karen's hands moved around her body, which was
turning ever pinker as she warmed up.
"Nice?" Karen laughed. "Still want me to think I'm a
guy?"
Melissa, writhing with joy, didn't care any more; she
kissed Karen hard on the lips and rubbed her breasts
against Karen's smaller ones. "You know any guys who
can do this?"
"You changed your mind fast, didn't you?" the girl
cracked, not that she cared either; Melissa's jugs
were nice feeling against her own. And her fine
Australian ass felt nice and firm on her hands; Karen
rubbed it appreciatively, kissing the woman's neck and
shoulders as Melissa started to nuzzle down Karen's
front. She had only dreamed of eating Jennifer
Garner's cunt, but now she was about to have the real
thing. And it looked like something tasty as well...
Melissa thrust her tongue into Karen's warm, tight
slot, and it was the girl's turn to cry out as she
began to explore deep inside. She swore she'd make her
forget that mad tattooed Yank if her life depended on
it, but Melissa also knew that getting thrown out of
the contest would be worth it for this hot little
girl.
Karen, most of her mind on Melissa George's mouth,
dragged the strap of Melissa's pack towards her.
Fighting the feelings and the heat she was feeling,
she opened it with the hand she wasn't using to rub
herself, and saw the handle of the beacon pistol.
Melissa's hands thrashed up and landed squarely on
Karen's pert tits, adding to the delight on the girl's
face as she pulled out the pistol and aimed it at the
roof of the tent.
The sky erupted with the light of the beacon as
Melissa's mouth dampened with the taste of Karen, but
she didn't care any more...
* * * * * * * * * *
"So how's it shaping up?" Julianne Moore asked her
assistant as she left the set.
"How's what shaping up?" Christina Rice replied,
pretending she didn't know.
"The whole McMurdo thing!" Julianne said excitedly as
she headed to her car. "I asked you to keep me posted;
I don't want to have to meet a whole load of bad news
down at Cindy's place tonight. It gets in the way of
my business. And I LOVE my tips."
"Oh... sorry, I forgot." Seeing her boss's face
falling, Christina threw the gag aside. "Just kidding;
Melissa George's out. Now it's down to two apiece."
"Whoo-hooo!" Julianne crowed, and clapped her hands on
her assistant's arms. "Now we so happy, we do the
dance of joy!"
Christina wasn't sure if she was more surprised over
the fact that this acclaimed actress was a closet
"Perfect Strangers" fan or that she herself joined in
the Mypos dance right there in front of onlookers.
Right down to her leaping into Julianne's outstretched
arms.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Wow, that's going to be a problem if it rains!"
Kirsty Gallacher chortled, highfiving Lisa Dergan as
they checked out the replay of the flare shooting
through the top of the tent.
Catherine Zeta Jones was less inclined to go into her
song-and-dance act; Kirsty and Lisa had rerun the tape
at least four times for their (and Holly Valance's and
Sophie Anderton's) amusement, and Cathy had been
sulking for hours. "Well, it's evenly matched now;
that dumb American hasn't got the edge yet," she
reminded them.
"Yes, Angelina still hasn't got the edge yet," Lisa
laughed. "Still, I'm sure Leeann and Gabby'll try and
give you a shoulder to cry on when they come back from
wherever they are."
"Probably crying right now," Kirsty added. "Melissa'll
be arriving here shortly, but in the meantime the
other eliminated women here in the studio'll be
providing some more entertainment between the lulls."
"I'm not going to be singing if any of the Lopez
wankers are going to be here," Holly stated.
"You singing? She said they'd be providing
ENTERTAINMENT!" Sophie Marceau countered.
"That's more than you did with your last few movies -
'Belphegor'? Belphe-bore, more like," Emmanuelle
retorted.
"If you want to fight, do it later," Kirsty said.
"Maestro, music please... ladies, it's getting hot in
here. So take off all your clothes..."
The tune that came from started to fill the air, as
the women sat there reluctantly.
"There's half-a-million in it for each of you," Lisa
added.
Catherine was up there almost as soon as the blonde
had finished speaking, and the others weren't far
behind. She hopped around the floor dancing in a
manner not so much like "Chicago" as like Christina
Aguilera, tugging at her clothes as she moved. Holly
Valance sniggered as she watched. "Step aside,
grandma, this is how it's done," she said, and elbowed
Catherine aside, moving sinously for the benefit of
the cameras. Holly was used to strolling around in
front of people with hardly anything on, so peeling
her clothes off was second nature for the girl. Soon
she had her tender young breasts out for the viewing
pleasure of the world, jiggling them as she started to
undo her bikini underwear, winking as she twisted.
The view Holly was giving was suddenly blocked out by
Catherine Zeta Jones's waving backside. Dancing around
like crazy, Catherine worked up a sweat as she kept
Holly from getting in front of the cameras at every
turn, laughing mockingly. "Experience beats age every
time, girlie!" she sneered, twirling to give the world
a view from every angle.
"If I want to see a Welsh backside I'll tune in to a
rugby match," Sophie sniffed. "Stand aside." And she
and Emmanuelle started a slow striptease, each one
removing an item of clothing from the other, and
lightly slapping each other as they did.
"English-French cooperation. Not something you see
every day."
"Here's something else you won't see every day,"
Leeann announced. "Sophie Marceau getting it from a
Cindy Inc. lady."
"Dream on," Lisa told her fellow American. "I'm not
putting my tongue up any J-Lo snatch."
"Oh, come on," Sophie M cooed as she patted Lisa's
blonde head, thrilled more at her getting to know the
enemy than by who it was. "I'll just lie here and take
it like a woman." She made little kissing noises at
Lisa and pinched her softly.
"Listen," Lisa told the Frenchwoman, "if I'm doing
you, we're all doing you..."
"Oooooh, all girl gang-bang!" squealed Gabby. "This
should make it up to the viewers at home... hey, Mr.
Cameraman, you can't join in!" A muffled "Fuck it" was
heard as Sophie M beckoned that the commentators come
closer; Gabby, Leeann, Lisa and Kirsty gathered around
the French brunette as if they were there to receive
the wisdom of the ages, and Sophie M began to remove
her clothes, helped by the others. For someone who
didn't sound enthusiastic before, Lisa certainly
looked eager in her bid to tear the woman's top off.
But no more eager than Holly and Catherine were to get
each other off the screen.
"If any of the staff are watching, feel free to join
in..." Emmanuelle called.
"Shouldn't they be seeing what's happening in the
jungle?" Holly gasped, as Catherine rested her head
between Miss Valance's bronzed tits.
"Oh, Melissa'll be back here in a few minutes," Leeann
said, massaging Sophie Marceau's butt and flinging a
glimpse at the screens. "And it doesn't look like
Cindy's doing anything - HEY, THAT'S MINE, COW!" she
snapped at Kirsty, as she licked her lips and sank her
teeth into Sophie M's lovely left buttock. Leeann,
furious that Kirsty had gotten there first, thrust a
middle finger into her snatch and made it good and
damp before resting it on Sophie M's crack. Sophie M
was too busy kissing Lisa and playing with the
blonde's own behind to notice Leeann beginning to slip
the moistened finger into her butthole, while Kirsty
continued kissing and licking each mound.
Gabby Logan, flat on the ground by Sophie M, was glad
that she was on her side; it made it easier to get her
hands on that hairy muff she had. As Lisa kissed
Sophie M harder, she traced a path down the older
woman's front as Gabby moved down; Lisa's hand and
Gabby's mouth got there at the same time, and Gabby
slapped her hand away. "Wait your turn," she laughed,
and began to run her tongue along Sophie M's snatch.
She was hairy and plump down there; just the way Gabby
liked it. It made a change for her to go down on a
goodlooking French person for a change after all the
Sky Sports uglies she had to work on back home; thank
goodness Helen Chamberlain never slept with women.
Gabby didn't rush herself with Sophie M's pussy; she
teased her with her tongue a little, stopped for a
moment to make her want some more, and then gradually
gave her more, and more, and more. Just as Lisa
Dergan, her mouth and hands loving Sophie M's tits,
wanted more of Sophie's fingers in her crotch and ass.
The cameras kept panning back and forth among each set
up, unable to choose who to focus on; they settled for
a little while on Sophie Anderton and Emmanuelle.
Sophie, by now stripped bare, was rubbing Emmanuelle
with her own brassiere; she had unclipped it, but
rather than pull it all the way off she was pulling it
along her back, playing a little game of tug of war
with herself. Emmanuelle swayed along, la-la-ing to
herself as she waited for Sophie to fling it aside.
"We're not going to fuck each other, are we? That
would be so selfish," she pouted. "Don't think I don't
know what you're doing there, Jones."
Catherine Zeta Jones, her differences with Holly put
aside, had her tongue too far down Holly's throat and
her fingers too far inside the girl's cunt for her to
answer. The faux-Aussie (Holly was from New Zealand)
was mentally begging Catherine to eat her out, but in
the meantime she was responding eagerly to how this
lady was treating her; Holly grabbed Catherine's
thighs and fondled them happily, moving her body in
response to Catherine's frigging and her lips landing
all over her face. Catherine loved feeling the boobs
of girls who hadn't given birth yet, even if they did
work for Cindy Crawford. "Mike jerks off to your
pictures," she whispered to the girl when she stopped
kissing her for a moment.
"No need to tell me what I want to hear," Holly
smiled. "Just go down there and eat me out."
"You first," Catherine parried, and forced Holly's
head between her thighs. "See if you're better at that
than making records."
Holly was torn between pointing out that she was the
one who'd had hit singles and between putting her
tongue inside Cathy. She made the right choice, and
even though this was a J-Lo lady, Holly was determined
to do her best. Catherine was soon singing a different
tune as Holly lived up to her "Neighbours" nickname,
flicking around in Catherine's area as if she had been
giving head since she was 16 (which she had). Holly
accompanied her tonguework with slow, circular
caresses on Catherine's buttcheeks, spreading them
apart and wishing she could crane her head around to
take a look, but having to settle for rubbing her
fingers on Catherine's puckery anus. Holly gave CZJ's
clit another flick as she felt a tug on her hair; "My
turn," Miss Jones told the girl, eager for her to go
on but also eager to taste Holly for herself...
Leeann and Kirsty's butt worship had both women lost
in their own worlds; Kirsty wanted to take another
bite, but contented herself with moving her pussy over
each cheek, tingling when she felt the skin of Miss
Marceau's behind touching her cunt lips. Kirsty wished
that she could grow a cock so she could really give it
to her; but Leeann had gotten there first, her fingers
going in and out of Sophie M's anus. Leeann wished she
could have had a finger inside her crotch as well, but
trust someone from Lopez to try and spoil it... oh,
screw it. The tanned brunette, still sliding her
finger inside Sophie's butt, stretched herself out and
moved her head between the Frenchwoman's legs, seeing
Gabby's mouth lapping away happily in the snatch.
Leeann, still rhythmically poking the butt, began to
put her tongue inside what parts of Sophie M's cunt
she could. The two women's tongues, hitting both
extremes, fired up Sophie M as she fucked Lisa.
Who was now finding what it was like to suckle
Catherine Zeta Jones, with one of her boobs stuffed
into her ravenous mouth and Holly Valance sitting on
her face, thrusting her buttocks as she enjoyed
Catherine's munching. Mmmmmmmm... ooooohhhh... Lisa
was hungry for CZJ's goodness, especially with Sophie
M pushing her away - not that Lisa minded, because she
knew it was so Sophie M could get her lips on some of
that California goodness between her legs. Lisa felt
Catherine's nipples on her tongue, and the woman held
them close as if they were her baby daughters. Lisa
was facing the doors, so she could see the wave of
staff burst in, their clothes off and their faces
excited.
She let go of Catherine and devoted herself to how
Sophie Marceau's mouth was making her cunt feel,
keeping an eye on the first man to reach Holly and
thrust his meat into her mouth, making sure that she
was taken care of at both ends. Lisa wanted a man like
that as well, and she wanted some inches in her mouth
now; even Emmanuelle and the other Sophie were with
guys now. Turning away and moaning with heat as she
watched Sophie M underneath the commentators, she
didn't realise there was a large man striding towards
her, stroking his tube and eyeing her. Until he
grabbed her head and pushed her mouth open.
Lisa Dergan soon got what she wished for, and more...
* * * * * * * * * *
"That stupid, stupid twat," Asia Argento grumbled at
around the same time Melissa George arrived at the
estate. Asia was pissed about the last turn of events.
And about having run out of cigarettes.
"I thought you were on Melissa's side," Angelina Jolie
cracked.
"I was talking about that spotty English twit. I don't
mind her getting rid of Melissa, but did she have to
ruin the damn tent? When I get back to base - "
"Keep it down," Angelina snapped, "or it'll be sooner
than you think."
Asia kept it down.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Picky, picky," Monica Bellucci chastised, looking at
her watch. "We could have been making tracks by now."
"It's night," Cindy Crawford pointed out after
swallowing the last of her dinner. "And I'm not crazy
about this Marmite stuff, that's why I took so long."
"Holly calls it Vegemite."
"I call it the devil's shit."
"I have to agree," Monica said ruefully, as the two
women picked up their packs and started to move. "I
don't know why we agreed to take some of it."
Caroline McMurdo had had some Vegemite while she had
been in Melbourne on business a year ago; her feelings
on it were entirely different to those of the two
dark-haired beauties. Nighttime made following the two
harder, but Caroline was convinced that she was on the
right track. Cindy and her dwindling team (i.e.
Monica) had been careful to hide as many traces as
they could, but they had still left enough bits for
Caroline to get an idea of their direction. And there
was something up ahead... the McMurdo increased her
pace slightly. She didn't want to give herself away to
her quarry, not at this time of night...
Caroline grabbed whoever it was just as it was about
to slip into the leaves. The quarry whirled and
brought up his arm...
"Lachlan?!"
"Dammit!!!" her brother snapped as she stepped back.
"Thanks for breaking my concentration... if Crawford's
near she's probably heard us."
"You're tracking her?" Caroline asked.
"No, I'm chasing the Tooth Fairy. Of course I'm going
after them..."
"Well, I was following a different path... listen, I
think one of the other team is down there. I saw a
couple of things they left on the way..."
"So why didn't you go after them?"
"Because there's more of them, you idiot! Cindy and
that Italian with the big tits are easy targets..."
"Wimp," Lachlan muttered. And his ego rising to the
occasion, he set off down the way Caroline had
indicated, without even bothering to say thanks,
goodbye or anything on those lines.
Though the McMurdos had reduced the wild animal
population of the island's jungle to zero, both for
the sake of contestants and themselves - they didn't
want to risk any of the guests being eaten before they
could be caught, and if any McMurdos wanted to do any
animal hunting they had places all over the world for
that kind of thing - Lachlan still kept alert as he
headed downhill. If Caroline was right and they WERE
around, he didn't want any nasty surprises.
His torch pointing out the way and seeking out any
signs, Lachlan continued. This had been going on
longer than he had wanted; Lachlan almost regretted
not simply adopting from a good family, or going the
frozen-dad route. No McMurdo went for the easy way
out; he had to make it "interesting," for which read
"difficult." The only bright spot was that it would
soon be over; by this time tomorrow they would all be
gone except one. They HAD to be all done by then. They
had to -
At that moment Lachlan's right foot broke through the
ground and he pitched forward, losing the grip on his
torch. The eldest McMurdo gripped the edge of the hole
he had stumbled into, and with shallow breaths pulled
himself back out, glad that his torch had landed on
the edge. Shaken, he aimed the torch's beam around the
pit; his relief that it wasn't too wide or deep ended
on seeing what was at the bottom. Lachlan wouldn't
have fallen far (just about ten or fifteen feet), but
it would have been enough for the layer of nails,
broken glass and wooden spikes to do what had been
intended.
"Fuck me..." Lachlan breathed. Neither Cindy's team
nor J-Lo's could have set this up. That meant it
couldn't have been any of the celebs who got Carter.
And it had been Caroline who sent him down there...
suddenly blood became a lot thinner than water.
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy rolled out their sleeping bags, wishing she
could just get into it and go to sleep. But Monica's
fingers were twirling the coin of fate; the one that
would decide who'd get three hours of sleep at once,
and who'd have to wait another three hours. Cindy
hated doing this - not so much the decision as how it
was made. Last night they had done it by the old
reliable coin toss, and she'd lost. The first time
Monica had been at home base the two had tossed to see
who'd buy the drinks, and Cindy had lost. Every single
time she called it with this woman, she lost. Her luck
had to change sometime... maybe tonight?
"Call it," Monica said.
"Put the coin away... how about we do something else
instead?"
"Like?"
"Ah... well, it's just you and me out here, and...
it'll be pretty lonely apart from your snoring..."
"I do not snore!" Monica snapped, before calming down.
"You're suggesting that the two of us..."
"Not all the way," Cindy explained. She wriggled her
fingers. "Whoever comes first has to stay awake."
("YES!" Louise Redknapp yelled in bed with Jamie. "A
jackoff contest!")
"I must warn you," Monica said as she sat down on the
bed and faced her boss, "I've never lost yet. I did
come close earlier this year with Scarlett
Johansson... I think she was driven by her
disappointment about not being up for an Oscar."
"But the BAFTA made up for it," Cindy said with a
straight face, before both she and Monica supplied the
"Yeah, RIGHT!" punchline and laughed, as they placed
their hands on each other's thighs and began to stroke
them. Monica's hands described circles as they moved
up Cindy's thighs towards her denim-covered snatch;
Cindy preferred long, smooth caresses along the
Italian's legs. The supermodel's pussy was more
trimmed than Monica's, and the American had her eyes
fixed on her friend's panties, with some tantalizing
glimpses of pubic hair. Nothing like a jungle on view
in the jungle; Cindy slowly snaked her fingers
underneath the band of Monica's underwear and moved
the digits through the cuntbush, tingling as the
fingertips found Miss Bellucci's waiting snatch.
Monica lowered the zip of Cindy's shorts, looking with
delight at the neatly turned muff inside. She stroked
Cindy's pouting box lightly before rolling her lover's
button between thumb and forefinger with a little
sigh, and pulled the pussy lips apart as she started
to enter. Cindy, for her part, hadn't pulled off
Monica's undies, doing all her business unseen by
either; she enjoyed seeing Monica's eyes close
slightly as she pressed her fingers inside her hot
slot. Cindy began to go deeper inside, skittering her
fingers inside Monica's muff. It was tight in there,
and already getting wet; she had tasted heavenly on
the plane, and she almost wanted to have another go...
"I heard you earlier," Monica murmured as she rested
the left hand between Cindy's superb thighs, and the
right directly on her cunt. "It's not as much fun with
an object, is it?" And she started to slip her
fingertips into Cindy's pussy, wriggling them as she
pushed inside, and breathing harder as Cindy's own
fingers slipped in and out of her own cunt. But
Monica's hand was going further than either of
Cindy's; the supermodel felt all of Monica's fingers
deep inside her, searching and wiggling around and
sending heat into herself with each touch of a tip.
Monica's hand twisted and turned inside Cindy's cunt
like she was opening a safe; Cindy's fingers played
with Monica like an expert, but she was feeling the
energy sparking inside her. And the calm, kind
expression on Monica's face as she looked directly at
her wasn't helping Cindy's case either...
Cindy could feel her cunt get more and more damp on
Monica's hand; she tried to keep in control, but it
was no good... she was starting to pant as Monica's
hand thrust back and forth. This wasn't masturbation;
this was fisting... the Italian slut was cheating...
but did she care?
Feeling herself about to explode, Cindy tore open
Monica's panties and thrust herself forward and
downwards, screaming into her lover's cunt as she
began to feast.
* * * * * * * * * *
One hour later, the jungle was being underscored by
Monica Bellucci's snores. "Should have brought a tape
recorder," Cindy said to herelf as she sat up. peering
through what jungle she could make out and listening
out for something apart from the Italian sexpot's
noises.
She wished she could shut her eyes just for a little
bit... no. No no no no no. She'd get to shut her eyes
two hours later; in the meantime, all she had to do
was keep that torch going, moving it along in case one
of them was making a midnight visit. She'd have tried
the same thing if she knew where they were... Cindy's
torch beam picked out something in the grass. It
shouldn't have been there, but it was. The supermodel
plucked it from the ground; yep, it was a cigarette
butt, thankfully put out, but it looked as if it
hadn't been there long. Cindy didn't smoke, and Monica
hadn't brought her cigarettes... and there was pink
lipstick on the end.
Asia Argento's lipstick.
She and whoever else was still on the large-rumped
one's team couldn't have been gone from here long.
Cindy tried to tell herself she was sorry for having
to wake up Monica and tell her they were going on the
prowl after their competitors. And failed.
* * * * * * * * * *
Still smarting over how much of HER FREAKIN' MONEY had
gone to the boss, and also smarting - especially
around her ass - over how Liz Phair and Kristanna
Loken in particular had responded when word had gotten
around J-Lo's, Charisma Carpenter's mood hadn't
improved on seeing the latest coverage. Leaving aside
the fact that the jungle scenes were shot in night
vision (or as newbie Maria Menounos dubbed it,
"Paris-Hilton-O-Vision"), the ejected ladies on the
McMurdo estate looked as if they were having the time
of their lives; she hissed when she saw Sophie Marceau
with two cocks down her throat. "Rub it in, huh?" she
grumbled.
"Hey, Caz."
"For the last time, it's Charisma!" she snapped, as
the image changed to show the commentators each
resting with a different lady or gentleman in their
arms.
"I come bearing news from the boss," Stacy Keibler
announced. "She's got most of our money now - "
"Yeah yeah, I know, and you want to beat me up about
it? The others got there first - look, I'll show you
the bruises. That Yamila Diaz is a lot rougher than
she looks..."
"No no no," the wrestling babe interrupted. "She wants
to give it back to you."
Charisma made a note to go to the doctor and get her
hearing checked. "Little Miss One Way Pockets wants to
give the cash... back?"
"Every cent," Stacy confirmed. "But there's a catch.
She wants you to put it all on Troutpout."
"But... but I had a good feeling about Cindy. We're
both tall, we both have moles - "
Stacy didn't give her a chance to finish. "That's the
way it goes. Put it on Jolie and she won't say another
word. Even if Angelina loses."
"Why?"
"It's not her money," Stacy pointed out. "Put it on
Cindy and you won't be working."
"Well, I could use a break from this place anyway..."
"Did I say anything about this place? You won't be
WORKING. Even after 'Gigli' the boss can still make
life hell for anyone who crosses her. Especially if
they're less of a star."
Charisma nodded once, and looked back at the screen.
The image was an overhead view of the jungle, with
four little symbols standing for the ladies still in
there. They were all fairly close together.
* * * * * * * * * *
If Patty McMurdo could have talked, she'd have
wondered where her parents were. She'd have wanted to
talk about who it was that zapped her. She'd have
wanted to ask about what Karen was doing out there
instead of cleaning up. Instead she lay there,
drifting in and out of consciousness as her body
struggled with the poison.
* * * * * * * * * *
It was a clear and cloudless very early morning;
thanks to the moonlight, Angelina and Asia had spotted
Cindy several yards ahead; they had not been able to
rest because they knew the remaining two were in the
vicinity, and with victory so close nothing could be
left to chance. However, Cindy seemed not to have
registered them, which was understandable as she
didn't have the benefit of a tracking device - but the
two remaining Lopez-ites had learned not to let
appearances be deceptive; Asia had snapped a branch
off a tree and moved it along the ground in front of
them.
Cindy continued to walk along while Angelina looked
out for Monica; they had to be planning something. She
fished out her scanner and checked... yes, there were
two signals. Monica was crouching not too far from
where Cindy was. Angelina showed the indicator to
Asia, and the latter started off in that direction,
still carefully swishing the stick - which touched
something in the grass. Or something suspended in the
grass. Something that felt like a wire.
Asia stepped back several feet and pushed the wire;
something came whizzing through the air towards where
she had been standing. With nothing to collide with,
Cindy's backpack kept swinging to and fro until it
came to a stop. Both women could see that it was
stuffed with far, far more than Cindy had brought with
her; wouldn't have helped to be hit with that...
"Oh, very sharp Cindy C," Angelina said to herself as
she kept after the supermodel, starting to increase
her stride in a bid to catch up without alerting her.
"But not that sh-" And that was as far as she got
before Monica's boobytrapped (so to speak) backpack,
triggered when she walked into the SECOND tripwire,
sent her flying off her feet.
Asia had been facing Cindy's backpack when she heard
the thud; realising what must have happened, she raced
after her sprawled comrade and knelt by her, glad to
see that Angelina was okay - the backpack hadn't had
enough in it to put her out of action for good, but it
was enough to leave her out for a while. And in the
meantime Cindy was getting away; Asia reached for her
scanner to go after her, and then thought it over. She
could track Cindy... but she could also track Monica.
"Fuck that," Asia spat. Cindy could wait. Monica
couldn't.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Improvisation - you gotta love it!" Lisa Dergan
laughed. "That should buy Cindy and Monica some time."
"Asia's still in the game?" Emmanuelle Beart asked,
puzzled.
"Yes, thank goodness," Gabby Logan told her, between
giggles as one of the staff kept kissing her lower
regions.
"But I fucked her earlier!" Emmanuelle pointed out.
"Don't any of you remember? She should have been
kicked off the field by now!"
* * * * * * * * * *
Asia kept going through the trees, the device in the
palm of her hand all the while. She was close to
salivating at the idea of getting Monica Bellucci all
to herself; and this time, THIS time there would be no
way out for her. The dot on the screen glowed brighter
and brighter - she was gaining on her. "This isn't
going to be pretty, Bellucci!" she crowed. "Can you
hear me, Bellucci? Huh? CAN YOU?!"
Now it was so bright it almost burst out of the screen
- Asia was practically on top of her. The woman
started to run, now unable to contain her thrills at
how close she was... and then the signal stopped.
"No," Asia said. "No, no, NO!!!" She looked at the
screen again, but there it was - nothing. One moment
it was there, the next it was gone. She moved
backwards, wondering what had happened, and then she
felt it underneath her foot. "No..." she said again,
differently this time, and lifted her foot up to get
to what she had stepped on, hoping she was wrong.
She saw the crushed bug. She wasn't.
And then she found herself splayed on the ground, a
foot placed squarely on her back. "I found it in my
backpack," Monica Bellucci said coldly. "You hid it
well, but you didn't hide it well enough. I'm sure
there's one in Cindy's bag as well."
"Get... off... me!" Asia snapped into the soil.
"You should be disqualified for this," Monica
continued, and ground her foot onto Asia again. "Did
you think you could get away with this on something
shown all over the world? And you call ME just tits
and ass?"
"It's not the first time they've ignored the rules,
you fat-assed whore!" Asia yelled. "Emmanuelle got me
and she fucked me, but I'm still here..."
"She what?!"
"Yeah! Manon of the Spring didn't fire the beacon...
bet she didn't tell you that, Boobalina!"
"Believe me," Monica breathed as she lifted her foot
off Asia's back, "that is NOT a mistake I'll make."
Asia kicked out backwards and caught Monica in her
stomach, and then scrambled over and butted her in the
stomach again with her head. "You won't get the chance
to make it, slut."
Monica grunted and grabbed Asia's head, tugging hard
as the younger performer pummelled and scratched.
Monica dragged her away and brought her knee hard into
Asia's chest, enjoying hearing her howl. She flung her
onto the dirt and launched herself on her, hitting her
over and over as Asia slapped back. The younger woman
grabbed Monica's funbags and squeezed harder than she
had ever squeezed before; Monica roared with pain as
she felt Asia's nails actually puncture the flesh, and
headbutted Miss Argento. The pain rocketed through her
skull, but Asia let go, and Monica was free and
smashed the woman across the face with her forearm,
seeing some blood fly out.
Asia punched Monica in the face and drove an elbow
into her side, then flew down and bit her left calf,
hanging on like a dog as she clutched the furious
woman. Monica let herself fall hard, holding the woman
underneath her, reached behind her and clutched Asia's
cunt, ripping off the front of her trousers. She had
to keep the struggling, jerking lady down...
"AAIIIIEEEE!!!!" she screamed. Asia had taken another
bite, in her thigh. Then she felt her head explode;
Asia had slammed a hard punch by her jaw. Dazed,
Monica felt the energized Asia wriggle out from under
her, bleeding but enraged, her pussy out there in the
moonlight. Asia straddled Monica, clamping her down
with her hands.
"You want some of this? Huh?! That what you were
thinking? HERE!!" she shouted, grinding her crotch
onto Monica's face. "EAT ME!!!"
Monica started to move her tongue over Asia's muff,
rapidly thinking over what she should do next, casting
her eyes for anything that could help her, and cursing
the fact that she had hidden the bug so far away from
Cindy... a tall brunette would be really helpful now.
Other than the one who was making her go down on her;
Monica's tongue moved inside Asia's slot, licking her
out as easily and sensitively as she had done Sophie's
earlier. She let her eyes flick to one side, and saw
what she was looking for. Monica started to edge one
of her hands closer to what it was...
Asia grinned through her bleeding mouth as she put her
hands behind her to touch Monica's boobs. "Don't feel
any blood there, thank God," she rasped. "Can't have
your pride and joy hurt..." She shook with delight as
she fondled Monica's tits and felt the woman's tongue
roaming inside her. Monica Bellucci might have been a
whore, a starfucker and a full-on snob, but she
certainly knew how to please a girl. And a guy, of
course. Asia thought she'd regret what she was about
to do...
Then she felt Monica's mouth move away, and something
prod against her ass. "Hey, I didn't say you could
STOPPPPPP....!!!" Asia yelled as Monica jammed the
rectangular scanner into her butthole, thrusting three
times before Asia jerked back and up, wrenching it out
as she staggered back and Monica got to her feet,
threw aside her shorts, grabbed the woman's shoulders
and forced her to her knees. "Now YOU eat ME," she
spat.
"Fuck you, Bellucci!"
"That's your job," Monica replied, and shoved Asia's
head forward. Asia tried to push back, but Monica was
holding her hard...
Monica's scream even reached Cindy. Now that she knew
exactly where to go, she ran towards the source.
"You... little... MONSTER!" Monica prayed that she
wouldn't see blood when she moved her hand from her
crotch, and Asia hoped she would; the latter shook her
head slowly.
"I told you," Asia said, "you won't win this time. Why
not make it easier for yourself and just open your
damn legs? It'll be quick, I promise..."
"Fine," Monica replied. "Just end this."
"Oh, I will," Asia beamed as she mounted the woman
again.
("Oh for fuck's sake COME ON!!!" Sophie Anderton
shouted at the screen.
"She can't hear you," Sophie Marceau told her.)
Asia had her hands on Monica's breasts again; she was
glad that the indentations wouldn't cause any real
scars. Rubbing them slowly and lightly, Asia dipped
her head to kiss each plump nipple as Monica heard
someone coming. Cindy was going to be here in a few
moments, but with Asia in a hurry, and with the
knowledge of how fast this little bitch could be when
she had to be, Monica didn't have any time to fuck
around...
Asia pressed herself hard against Monica's hot body.
Very full, very comforting. Too bad it had to be
around here instead of in an expensive Venetian hotel
or somewhere. She moved her hands down Monica,
preparing to put her fingers inside her - and gasped
as she felt Monica's hand forcing itself into HER. And
thrusting fast, the fingers whirring around within her
cavernous crotch. "You're right," Monica said grimly.
"It'll be quick." And with her free arm, she clutched
Asia and the two women began to roll on the ground,
Asia gasping and begging her to stop it, stop it, stop
itohpleaseSTOPITTTTTTTTT....
Monica, on top of Asia, kissed her fiercely as they
stopped their journey, and felt Asia shaking under
her, alternately cursing and thanking Monica. "What...
was... that... rollll..." Asia twisted her head in
each direction; she then saw Monica lifting up the
beacon where Asia had put it.
"I win," she cooed, and fired.
Monica stood up underneath the brief but intense light
the bursting caused, and gave the beaten and orgasming
Asia a contemptuous smile - and flew to the ground as
Madeleine McMurdo walloped her.
* * * * * * * * * *
"I'd do you myself," said Madeleine McMurdo, her
weapon aimed on Asia as she finished tying up Monica,
"but I'm strictly straight. Hey," she continued into
her walkie-talkie, "I've got that Italian bitch with
the big tits here ready for you guys... no, the one
who was in 'The Matrix' movies... just where that
beacon was fired... yeah, great. She's not going
anywhere... okay. My sons'll be here in a few
minutes," she finished to the ladies.
"What about Patty?" Monica asked, as the helicopter
came closer. And where was Cindy, she asked herself.
She had to have been here by now..
"What ABOUT Patty?" snapped Madeleine. "The
carpet-muncher can get her own muff."
"She's still your daughter."
"What, you'd rather be taken by a woman? That'll make
it even worse when my boys arrive," Madeleine sneered
as the chopper lowered the rope ladder. "Come on,
Asia... your friends are waiting."
"Sure don't have any here," Asia muttered, as she
climbed onto the ladder, Madeleine watching her all
the time, Monica watching them both as the chopper
pulled them back up and flew off towards the estate.
When the sound of the helicopter had faded away,
Monica sighed in despair. All she could do now was
wait for them to arrive... shit. They were here
already; she could hear them about to come through...
"Cindy?"
"I had to take cover when I heard Mrs. McM come
along," the supermodel said, running to the back of
the tree Asia had tied her to. "If she'd come onto you
I'd have come out."
"Lesbophobia is a wonderful thing," Monica said wryly.
"I don't know how long it'll be before they get here,"
Cindy grunted as she started tugging on the ropes. "I
wish I hadn't left the damn knife back there..."
"Makes it easier for us," Lachlan said casually from
in front of the two women. Cindy couldn't see them
because of the tree, but Monica had seen Lachlan and
Philip McMurdo come out, alerted by their mother and
delighted by what they had found. "Monica Bellucci
tied up with her legs apart; mom's been reading my
mind. Step aside, Cindy C - we'll take it from
here..."
"Don't worry about the knife," Philip added as he and
his brother approached the Italian. "We'll cut her
loose before we fire the beacon."
"No!" Cindy yelled. "Leave her in the game - take me
instead!"
"Cindy - "
"No, Monica, I mean it; I already let Sophie take a
bullet for me. I'm not letting it happen to you."
"Cindy, what has to be has to be."
"The fuck it does." Cindy stepped in front of Monica
and faced the McMurdos. "Let her go, and take me."
Lachlan and Philip looked at each other and then at
Cindy, who started to unbutton her shirt as a prelude
to her elimination.
"Okay," Philip answered, and started to unbuckle his
belt.
supermodel, mother and celebrity bordello owner. The
way the characters behave is not how they would in
real life (though after "Evolution" and "The Ladies
Man" it's not so hard to visualise Julianne Moore
doing the Dance of Joy), and any complaints or
whatever to go to the message boards or to
cindylover1969@yahoo.co.uk (Kirsty's fellow Sky Sports
presenter Helen Chamberlain recently took off all her
clothes for the UK version of "Penthouse" - it can
only be a matter of time before someone requests a
story about her. You just wait and see...)
Previously on "Cindy Inc.": In the race to see who
gets to be the mother of Lachlan McMurdo's children,
the field has narrowed down to Cindy Crawford, Monica
Bellucci, Angelina Jolie, Asia Argento and Melissa
George, all of whom have been bugged by Karen the maid
as part of an aim to throw the contest. But two of the
McMurdos (Carter and Patty) are also no longer in the
running to track them down, and on the home front head
bookie Charisma Carpenter has just been unmasked as
betting on Cindy Inc. - even though she works for
Jennifer Lopez. Now read on...
* * * * * * * * * *
The pilot was glad the journey back to the estate
wasn't a long one; Emmanuelle Beart and Sophie Marceau
had been squabbling all the damn time since they got
on board. Listening to two beautiful French women
telling each other to go fuck themselves in their
native language, though musical in a sense, was
irritating in most others. But soon they would be out
of the chopper and be someone else's problem.
Sure enough, as soon as it landed the two women got
out, hurling invective at each other, Emmanuelle
telling Sophie that her father must have been terrible
in bed the night she was conceived, and Sophie
replying that SHE would probably know what her father
was like in bed...
"YOU!" Emmanuelle snarled in English, and leapt on
Sophie again.
"Send the men out to get them," the keeper of the
estate said, watching the two women fight. "In fifteen
minutes..."
* * * * * * * * * *
"I honestly thought you wouldn't find out!" Charisma
pleaded in Jennifer Lopez's office. The tall
well-build moled brunette who worked for Lopez had
held out for all of fourteen seconds before listing
all the women working for her who were in on it. And
all the money they'd won and lost.
"And where'd you get that idea, missy? I see all, and
I know all..."
Charisma fiddled with her hair nervously. She was
rolling in the green now, even though there were still
more J-Lo's in the field of play than Cindy Inc's.
"So... I suppose I'm going to be fired?"
"Hell, no. You've got the Buffy freaks lining up for
your snatch for miles - I'm not letting you go just
because you're making a little money on the side for
us."
The relief that she'd be having her legs up in the air
in Bel Air for the foreseeable future vanished when
Charisma realised what the last word of the sentence
had been. "...US?"
"Yeah," Lopez grinned. "As of now, I get 75% of what
you're making in these bets. Of what ALL the ladies
are making. And you get to tell them."
Charisma shed a mental tear as she waved
three-quarters of her stash bye bye.
* * * * * * * * * *
If this was an episode of "24" that was coming out of
a commercial break, one corner would show Cindy
Crawford and Monica Bellucci stopping and having
something to eat, another would show Caroline McMurdo
searching through the jungle, a third would have the
five ladies already captured glaring heavily at each
other before joining the commentators one at a time,
and a fourth would have a tent erected elsewhere in
the jungle. And it would be the tent that would fill
the screen in the next cut.
The tent had been set up by Angelina Jolie with help
from Asia Argento, who had been untied now the truth
about what had happened had set them all on something
like a level playing field. Melissa George, having
drawn the short straw, had gone off fishing for their
supper that second night ("Stop moaning, you're
Australian - you're used to water," Asia snapped), and
she still hadn't come back yet. Which was good news
for Karen, lying in wait for her opportunity.
Karen crept towards the tent, listening through the
crickets for any human sounds. Nothing... only
snoring. Karen shook her head - Angelina Jolie
snored?! Ah well, nobody was perfect; as her dad said,
even Claudia Cardinale (whoever SHE was) probably let
off a few good ones in bed. Karen moved towards the
entrance, and slipped inside like a master thief,
knowing exactly where the goodies were. And there they
were, buried under the blankets, snoring heavily.
The young woman scanned the rising and falling form.
She was all alone, Karen was eager, and it would only
be for a few moments... and it wasn't like it was the
first time she had ever done something like this.
Karen quickly doffed her clothes, glad she had worn
only the minimum of stuff (it wouldn't take long for
her to make a getaway) and carefully lifted up the
blankets to move in next to the dozing woman. Safe in
bed, she looked at the woman's form. Though there was
hardly any light, there was enough to make out that
she was in pyjamas - spoilsport; Miss Vinton had been
revved up for the sight of Angelina's bare bottom all
ready for a bit of light paddling - but when Karen
touched her, it didn't matter. She was wonderful to
stroke even with clothes in the way; Karen was careful
to fondle her lightly, because she didn't want the
woman to wake up until it was too late to stop... if
then.
Resting her head between the woman's shoulders, Karen
moved her hands around the front, slipping them
underneath the top, one hand moving up to the woman's
breasts and the other going below. "I love you, baby,"
the girl whispered, and kissed her back. "Bet you'd
love me too if you knew me..." Karen kissed her again
as she thrust her hand into her lover's pussy; she was
startled and a bit let down to find that it was shaved
completely clean after last time, but then she thought
that it meant less obstacles to what was there...
Karen's fingers began to rub Angelina's pussy lightly,
as her other hand began to fondle the nice if not
massive boobs. Mmmmm...
"Mmmmm... Jenny... " she murmured in her sleep, her
own hand fluttering down to between Karen's legs.
Karen rolled the sleeping lady's nipples between her
fingers, but it was feeling the lady's hand stroking
her cunt that caused the penny to drop. "Feels nice,
Jenny... mmmmmm yesssss... beautiful.... perfect..."
The English girl was snapped from her reverie as she
heard Melissa George dreaming about making love to her
"Alias" co-star and fellow J-Lo's employee. And Karen
was fucking her instead of Angelina...!
While feeling Melissa's fingers sticking into her
snatch, the English girl peered closer at the
Australian's hair; through the night, she could see a
few strands of her tresses. Definitely blonde... Karen
kicked herself for having been so stupid. She had been
so eager to get more of that Jolie loving... and now
Melissa was turning over...
Karen kissed Melissa, throwing caution to the winds. A
sexy little miss was a sexy little miss anyway... and
it got cold at night around these parts...
"YOU!" Angel from "Home and Away" ejaculated on seeing
who was in bed with her.
"I was listening in - I thought you were fishing - "
"I got lucky and got back early, and I got the tent as
a reward," Melissa explained. "A good catch too...
don't change the subject. Is this why you put the bugs
on us?! So you could cheat in this thing?"
"Well..." Karen fumbled to explain the thing to her.
"That's partly it..."
"Partly it?" Melissa asked, dying to kick the girl in
the stomach and throw her out of the tent. "What's the
rest of it?"
"You let me fuck you out and I'll tell you," Karen
said eagerly.
"You must be joking."
"You're going to go out anyway... might as well be
now."
Melissa looked at the smiling, eager young girl, and
felt how she was touching her chest; she didn't want
to go out of the contest at all. But it was nice and
comfy in here, and Karen was a nice girl... and it
wasn't like she was being faced by any of those
dreadful McMurdos. "Make it quick," the actress
conceded, and regretted saying it as soon as Karen
landed on her, rubbing her all over and kissing her as
if she was on a commission basis. Karen thrust her
tongue down Melissa's throat, mounting her hungrily
and eagerly searching for her cunt.
"Not... that quick," she breathed, stroking the girl's
trim body. "I want to have some fun as well... do you
mind if I shut my eyes and pretend you're Michael?"
"Whatever turns you on; it's cool," Karen replied, not
having a clue who this Michael was as she nipped
Melissa's tits; she did know who Jennifer was, but why
the blonde wanted her to pretend to be someone with a
prick she didn't know. Why bother faking it now? Karen
threw it out of her mind, fondling Melissa's muff as
she kissed the blonde, and enjoying how Melissa was
pinching her as she lay on top, happily slapping the
girl's bum. Not a trace of fat anywhere on her; the
McMurdos kept her working hard, she could tell. Karen
pressed her thumbs carefully into Melissa, pressing
down on her clit as if she was playing tiddlywinks,
and flicked it to and fro.
"OoooohhhhhH!!!!" breathed Melissa, rocking inside the
bed as Karen's hands moved around her body, which was
turning ever pinker as she warmed up.
"Nice?" Karen laughed. "Still want me to think I'm a
guy?"
Melissa, writhing with joy, didn't care any more; she
kissed Karen hard on the lips and rubbed her breasts
against Karen's smaller ones. "You know any guys who
can do this?"
"You changed your mind fast, didn't you?" the girl
cracked, not that she cared either; Melissa's jugs
were nice feeling against her own. And her fine
Australian ass felt nice and firm on her hands; Karen
rubbed it appreciatively, kissing the woman's neck and
shoulders as Melissa started to nuzzle down Karen's
front. She had only dreamed of eating Jennifer
Garner's cunt, but now she was about to have the real
thing. And it looked like something tasty as well...
Melissa thrust her tongue into Karen's warm, tight
slot, and it was the girl's turn to cry out as she
began to explore deep inside. She swore she'd make her
forget that mad tattooed Yank if her life depended on
it, but Melissa also knew that getting thrown out of
the contest would be worth it for this hot little
girl.
Karen, most of her mind on Melissa George's mouth,
dragged the strap of Melissa's pack towards her.
Fighting the feelings and the heat she was feeling,
she opened it with the hand she wasn't using to rub
herself, and saw the handle of the beacon pistol.
Melissa's hands thrashed up and landed squarely on
Karen's pert tits, adding to the delight on the girl's
face as she pulled out the pistol and aimed it at the
roof of the tent.
The sky erupted with the light of the beacon as
Melissa's mouth dampened with the taste of Karen, but
she didn't care any more...
* * * * * * * * * *
"So how's it shaping up?" Julianne Moore asked her
assistant as she left the set.
"How's what shaping up?" Christina Rice replied,
pretending she didn't know.
"The whole McMurdo thing!" Julianne said excitedly as
she headed to her car. "I asked you to keep me posted;
I don't want to have to meet a whole load of bad news
down at Cindy's place tonight. It gets in the way of
my business. And I LOVE my tips."
"Oh... sorry, I forgot." Seeing her boss's face
falling, Christina threw the gag aside. "Just kidding;
Melissa George's out. Now it's down to two apiece."
"Whoo-hooo!" Julianne crowed, and clapped her hands on
her assistant's arms. "Now we so happy, we do the
dance of joy!"
Christina wasn't sure if she was more surprised over
the fact that this acclaimed actress was a closet
"Perfect Strangers" fan or that she herself joined in
the Mypos dance right there in front of onlookers.
Right down to her leaping into Julianne's outstretched
arms.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Wow, that's going to be a problem if it rains!"
Kirsty Gallacher chortled, highfiving Lisa Dergan as
they checked out the replay of the flare shooting
through the top of the tent.
Catherine Zeta Jones was less inclined to go into her
song-and-dance act; Kirsty and Lisa had rerun the tape
at least four times for their (and Holly Valance's and
Sophie Anderton's) amusement, and Cathy had been
sulking for hours. "Well, it's evenly matched now;
that dumb American hasn't got the edge yet," she
reminded them.
"Yes, Angelina still hasn't got the edge yet," Lisa
laughed. "Still, I'm sure Leeann and Gabby'll try and
give you a shoulder to cry on when they come back from
wherever they are."
"Probably crying right now," Kirsty added. "Melissa'll
be arriving here shortly, but in the meantime the
other eliminated women here in the studio'll be
providing some more entertainment between the lulls."
"I'm not going to be singing if any of the Lopez
wankers are going to be here," Holly stated.
"You singing? She said they'd be providing
ENTERTAINMENT!" Sophie Marceau countered.
"That's more than you did with your last few movies -
'Belphegor'? Belphe-bore, more like," Emmanuelle
retorted.
"If you want to fight, do it later," Kirsty said.
"Maestro, music please... ladies, it's getting hot in
here. So take off all your clothes..."
The tune that came from started to fill the air, as
the women sat there reluctantly.
"There's half-a-million in it for each of you," Lisa
added.
Catherine was up there almost as soon as the blonde
had finished speaking, and the others weren't far
behind. She hopped around the floor dancing in a
manner not so much like "Chicago" as like Christina
Aguilera, tugging at her clothes as she moved. Holly
Valance sniggered as she watched. "Step aside,
grandma, this is how it's done," she said, and elbowed
Catherine aside, moving sinously for the benefit of
the cameras. Holly was used to strolling around in
front of people with hardly anything on, so peeling
her clothes off was second nature for the girl. Soon
she had her tender young breasts out for the viewing
pleasure of the world, jiggling them as she started to
undo her bikini underwear, winking as she twisted.
The view Holly was giving was suddenly blocked out by
Catherine Zeta Jones's waving backside. Dancing around
like crazy, Catherine worked up a sweat as she kept
Holly from getting in front of the cameras at every
turn, laughing mockingly. "Experience beats age every
time, girlie!" she sneered, twirling to give the world
a view from every angle.
"If I want to see a Welsh backside I'll tune in to a
rugby match," Sophie sniffed. "Stand aside." And she
and Emmanuelle started a slow striptease, each one
removing an item of clothing from the other, and
lightly slapping each other as they did.
"English-French cooperation. Not something you see
every day."
"Here's something else you won't see every day,"
Leeann announced. "Sophie Marceau getting it from a
Cindy Inc. lady."
"Dream on," Lisa told her fellow American. "I'm not
putting my tongue up any J-Lo snatch."
"Oh, come on," Sophie M cooed as she patted Lisa's
blonde head, thrilled more at her getting to know the
enemy than by who it was. "I'll just lie here and take
it like a woman." She made little kissing noises at
Lisa and pinched her softly.
"Listen," Lisa told the Frenchwoman, "if I'm doing
you, we're all doing you..."
"Oooooh, all girl gang-bang!" squealed Gabby. "This
should make it up to the viewers at home... hey, Mr.
Cameraman, you can't join in!" A muffled "Fuck it" was
heard as Sophie M beckoned that the commentators come
closer; Gabby, Leeann, Lisa and Kirsty gathered around
the French brunette as if they were there to receive
the wisdom of the ages, and Sophie M began to remove
her clothes, helped by the others. For someone who
didn't sound enthusiastic before, Lisa certainly
looked eager in her bid to tear the woman's top off.
But no more eager than Holly and Catherine were to get
each other off the screen.
"If any of the staff are watching, feel free to join
in..." Emmanuelle called.
"Shouldn't they be seeing what's happening in the
jungle?" Holly gasped, as Catherine rested her head
between Miss Valance's bronzed tits.
"Oh, Melissa'll be back here in a few minutes," Leeann
said, massaging Sophie Marceau's butt and flinging a
glimpse at the screens. "And it doesn't look like
Cindy's doing anything - HEY, THAT'S MINE, COW!" she
snapped at Kirsty, as she licked her lips and sank her
teeth into Sophie M's lovely left buttock. Leeann,
furious that Kirsty had gotten there first, thrust a
middle finger into her snatch and made it good and
damp before resting it on Sophie M's crack. Sophie M
was too busy kissing Lisa and playing with the
blonde's own behind to notice Leeann beginning to slip
the moistened finger into her butthole, while Kirsty
continued kissing and licking each mound.
Gabby Logan, flat on the ground by Sophie M, was glad
that she was on her side; it made it easier to get her
hands on that hairy muff she had. As Lisa kissed
Sophie M harder, she traced a path down the older
woman's front as Gabby moved down; Lisa's hand and
Gabby's mouth got there at the same time, and Gabby
slapped her hand away. "Wait your turn," she laughed,
and began to run her tongue along Sophie M's snatch.
She was hairy and plump down there; just the way Gabby
liked it. It made a change for her to go down on a
goodlooking French person for a change after all the
Sky Sports uglies she had to work on back home; thank
goodness Helen Chamberlain never slept with women.
Gabby didn't rush herself with Sophie M's pussy; she
teased her with her tongue a little, stopped for a
moment to make her want some more, and then gradually
gave her more, and more, and more. Just as Lisa
Dergan, her mouth and hands loving Sophie M's tits,
wanted more of Sophie's fingers in her crotch and ass.
The cameras kept panning back and forth among each set
up, unable to choose who to focus on; they settled for
a little while on Sophie Anderton and Emmanuelle.
Sophie, by now stripped bare, was rubbing Emmanuelle
with her own brassiere; she had unclipped it, but
rather than pull it all the way off she was pulling it
along her back, playing a little game of tug of war
with herself. Emmanuelle swayed along, la-la-ing to
herself as she waited for Sophie to fling it aside.
"We're not going to fuck each other, are we? That
would be so selfish," she pouted. "Don't think I don't
know what you're doing there, Jones."
Catherine Zeta Jones, her differences with Holly put
aside, had her tongue too far down Holly's throat and
her fingers too far inside the girl's cunt for her to
answer. The faux-Aussie (Holly was from New Zealand)
was mentally begging Catherine to eat her out, but in
the meantime she was responding eagerly to how this
lady was treating her; Holly grabbed Catherine's
thighs and fondled them happily, moving her body in
response to Catherine's frigging and her lips landing
all over her face. Catherine loved feeling the boobs
of girls who hadn't given birth yet, even if they did
work for Cindy Crawford. "Mike jerks off to your
pictures," she whispered to the girl when she stopped
kissing her for a moment.
"No need to tell me what I want to hear," Holly
smiled. "Just go down there and eat me out."
"You first," Catherine parried, and forced Holly's
head between her thighs. "See if you're better at that
than making records."
Holly was torn between pointing out that she was the
one who'd had hit singles and between putting her
tongue inside Cathy. She made the right choice, and
even though this was a J-Lo lady, Holly was determined
to do her best. Catherine was soon singing a different
tune as Holly lived up to her "Neighbours" nickname,
flicking around in Catherine's area as if she had been
giving head since she was 16 (which she had). Holly
accompanied her tonguework with slow, circular
caresses on Catherine's buttcheeks, spreading them
apart and wishing she could crane her head around to
take a look, but having to settle for rubbing her
fingers on Catherine's puckery anus. Holly gave CZJ's
clit another flick as she felt a tug on her hair; "My
turn," Miss Jones told the girl, eager for her to go
on but also eager to taste Holly for herself...
Leeann and Kirsty's butt worship had both women lost
in their own worlds; Kirsty wanted to take another
bite, but contented herself with moving her pussy over
each cheek, tingling when she felt the skin of Miss
Marceau's behind touching her cunt lips. Kirsty wished
that she could grow a cock so she could really give it
to her; but Leeann had gotten there first, her fingers
going in and out of Sophie M's anus. Leeann wished she
could have had a finger inside her crotch as well, but
trust someone from Lopez to try and spoil it... oh,
screw it. The tanned brunette, still sliding her
finger inside Sophie's butt, stretched herself out and
moved her head between the Frenchwoman's legs, seeing
Gabby's mouth lapping away happily in the snatch.
Leeann, still rhythmically poking the butt, began to
put her tongue inside what parts of Sophie M's cunt
she could. The two women's tongues, hitting both
extremes, fired up Sophie M as she fucked Lisa.
Who was now finding what it was like to suckle
Catherine Zeta Jones, with one of her boobs stuffed
into her ravenous mouth and Holly Valance sitting on
her face, thrusting her buttocks as she enjoyed
Catherine's munching. Mmmmmmmm... ooooohhhh... Lisa
was hungry for CZJ's goodness, especially with Sophie
M pushing her away - not that Lisa minded, because she
knew it was so Sophie M could get her lips on some of
that California goodness between her legs. Lisa felt
Catherine's nipples on her tongue, and the woman held
them close as if they were her baby daughters. Lisa
was facing the doors, so she could see the wave of
staff burst in, their clothes off and their faces
excited.
She let go of Catherine and devoted herself to how
Sophie Marceau's mouth was making her cunt feel,
keeping an eye on the first man to reach Holly and
thrust his meat into her mouth, making sure that she
was taken care of at both ends. Lisa wanted a man like
that as well, and she wanted some inches in her mouth
now; even Emmanuelle and the other Sophie were with
guys now. Turning away and moaning with heat as she
watched Sophie M underneath the commentators, she
didn't realise there was a large man striding towards
her, stroking his tube and eyeing her. Until he
grabbed her head and pushed her mouth open.
Lisa Dergan soon got what she wished for, and more...
* * * * * * * * * *
"That stupid, stupid twat," Asia Argento grumbled at
around the same time Melissa George arrived at the
estate. Asia was pissed about the last turn of events.
And about having run out of cigarettes.
"I thought you were on Melissa's side," Angelina Jolie
cracked.
"I was talking about that spotty English twit. I don't
mind her getting rid of Melissa, but did she have to
ruin the damn tent? When I get back to base - "
"Keep it down," Angelina snapped, "or it'll be sooner
than you think."
Asia kept it down.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Picky, picky," Monica Bellucci chastised, looking at
her watch. "We could have been making tracks by now."
"It's night," Cindy Crawford pointed out after
swallowing the last of her dinner. "And I'm not crazy
about this Marmite stuff, that's why I took so long."
"Holly calls it Vegemite."
"I call it the devil's shit."
"I have to agree," Monica said ruefully, as the two
women picked up their packs and started to move. "I
don't know why we agreed to take some of it."
Caroline McMurdo had had some Vegemite while she had
been in Melbourne on business a year ago; her feelings
on it were entirely different to those of the two
dark-haired beauties. Nighttime made following the two
harder, but Caroline was convinced that she was on the
right track. Cindy and her dwindling team (i.e.
Monica) had been careful to hide as many traces as
they could, but they had still left enough bits for
Caroline to get an idea of their direction. And there
was something up ahead... the McMurdo increased her
pace slightly. She didn't want to give herself away to
her quarry, not at this time of night...
Caroline grabbed whoever it was just as it was about
to slip into the leaves. The quarry whirled and
brought up his arm...
"Lachlan?!"
"Dammit!!!" her brother snapped as she stepped back.
"Thanks for breaking my concentration... if Crawford's
near she's probably heard us."
"You're tracking her?" Caroline asked.
"No, I'm chasing the Tooth Fairy. Of course I'm going
after them..."
"Well, I was following a different path... listen, I
think one of the other team is down there. I saw a
couple of things they left on the way..."
"So why didn't you go after them?"
"Because there's more of them, you idiot! Cindy and
that Italian with the big tits are easy targets..."
"Wimp," Lachlan muttered. And his ego rising to the
occasion, he set off down the way Caroline had
indicated, without even bothering to say thanks,
goodbye or anything on those lines.
Though the McMurdos had reduced the wild animal
population of the island's jungle to zero, both for
the sake of contestants and themselves - they didn't
want to risk any of the guests being eaten before they
could be caught, and if any McMurdos wanted to do any
animal hunting they had places all over the world for
that kind of thing - Lachlan still kept alert as he
headed downhill. If Caroline was right and they WERE
around, he didn't want any nasty surprises.
His torch pointing out the way and seeking out any
signs, Lachlan continued. This had been going on
longer than he had wanted; Lachlan almost regretted
not simply adopting from a good family, or going the
frozen-dad route. No McMurdo went for the easy way
out; he had to make it "interesting," for which read
"difficult." The only bright spot was that it would
soon be over; by this time tomorrow they would all be
gone except one. They HAD to be all done by then. They
had to -
At that moment Lachlan's right foot broke through the
ground and he pitched forward, losing the grip on his
torch. The eldest McMurdo gripped the edge of the hole
he had stumbled into, and with shallow breaths pulled
himself back out, glad that his torch had landed on
the edge. Shaken, he aimed the torch's beam around the
pit; his relief that it wasn't too wide or deep ended
on seeing what was at the bottom. Lachlan wouldn't
have fallen far (just about ten or fifteen feet), but
it would have been enough for the layer of nails,
broken glass and wooden spikes to do what had been
intended.
"Fuck me..." Lachlan breathed. Neither Cindy's team
nor J-Lo's could have set this up. That meant it
couldn't have been any of the celebs who got Carter.
And it had been Caroline who sent him down there...
suddenly blood became a lot thinner than water.
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy rolled out their sleeping bags, wishing she
could just get into it and go to sleep. But Monica's
fingers were twirling the coin of fate; the one that
would decide who'd get three hours of sleep at once,
and who'd have to wait another three hours. Cindy
hated doing this - not so much the decision as how it
was made. Last night they had done it by the old
reliable coin toss, and she'd lost. The first time
Monica had been at home base the two had tossed to see
who'd buy the drinks, and Cindy had lost. Every single
time she called it with this woman, she lost. Her luck
had to change sometime... maybe tonight?
"Call it," Monica said.
"Put the coin away... how about we do something else
instead?"
"Like?"
"Ah... well, it's just you and me out here, and...
it'll be pretty lonely apart from your snoring..."
"I do not snore!" Monica snapped, before calming down.
"You're suggesting that the two of us..."
"Not all the way," Cindy explained. She wriggled her
fingers. "Whoever comes first has to stay awake."
("YES!" Louise Redknapp yelled in bed with Jamie. "A
jackoff contest!")
"I must warn you," Monica said as she sat down on the
bed and faced her boss, "I've never lost yet. I did
come close earlier this year with Scarlett
Johansson... I think she was driven by her
disappointment about not being up for an Oscar."
"But the BAFTA made up for it," Cindy said with a
straight face, before both she and Monica supplied the
"Yeah, RIGHT!" punchline and laughed, as they placed
their hands on each other's thighs and began to stroke
them. Monica's hands described circles as they moved
up Cindy's thighs towards her denim-covered snatch;
Cindy preferred long, smooth caresses along the
Italian's legs. The supermodel's pussy was more
trimmed than Monica's, and the American had her eyes
fixed on her friend's panties, with some tantalizing
glimpses of pubic hair. Nothing like a jungle on view
in the jungle; Cindy slowly snaked her fingers
underneath the band of Monica's underwear and moved
the digits through the cuntbush, tingling as the
fingertips found Miss Bellucci's waiting snatch.
Monica lowered the zip of Cindy's shorts, looking with
delight at the neatly turned muff inside. She stroked
Cindy's pouting box lightly before rolling her lover's
button between thumb and forefinger with a little
sigh, and pulled the pussy lips apart as she started
to enter. Cindy, for her part, hadn't pulled off
Monica's undies, doing all her business unseen by
either; she enjoyed seeing Monica's eyes close
slightly as she pressed her fingers inside her hot
slot. Cindy began to go deeper inside, skittering her
fingers inside Monica's muff. It was tight in there,
and already getting wet; she had tasted heavenly on
the plane, and she almost wanted to have another go...
"I heard you earlier," Monica murmured as she rested
the left hand between Cindy's superb thighs, and the
right directly on her cunt. "It's not as much fun with
an object, is it?" And she started to slip her
fingertips into Cindy's pussy, wriggling them as she
pushed inside, and breathing harder as Cindy's own
fingers slipped in and out of her own cunt. But
Monica's hand was going further than either of
Cindy's; the supermodel felt all of Monica's fingers
deep inside her, searching and wiggling around and
sending heat into herself with each touch of a tip.
Monica's hand twisted and turned inside Cindy's cunt
like she was opening a safe; Cindy's fingers played
with Monica like an expert, but she was feeling the
energy sparking inside her. And the calm, kind
expression on Monica's face as she looked directly at
her wasn't helping Cindy's case either...
Cindy could feel her cunt get more and more damp on
Monica's hand; she tried to keep in control, but it
was no good... she was starting to pant as Monica's
hand thrust back and forth. This wasn't masturbation;
this was fisting... the Italian slut was cheating...
but did she care?
Feeling herself about to explode, Cindy tore open
Monica's panties and thrust herself forward and
downwards, screaming into her lover's cunt as she
began to feast.
* * * * * * * * * *
One hour later, the jungle was being underscored by
Monica Bellucci's snores. "Should have brought a tape
recorder," Cindy said to herelf as she sat up. peering
through what jungle she could make out and listening
out for something apart from the Italian sexpot's
noises.
She wished she could shut her eyes just for a little
bit... no. No no no no no. She'd get to shut her eyes
two hours later; in the meantime, all she had to do
was keep that torch going, moving it along in case one
of them was making a midnight visit. She'd have tried
the same thing if she knew where they were... Cindy's
torch beam picked out something in the grass. It
shouldn't have been there, but it was. The supermodel
plucked it from the ground; yep, it was a cigarette
butt, thankfully put out, but it looked as if it
hadn't been there long. Cindy didn't smoke, and Monica
hadn't brought her cigarettes... and there was pink
lipstick on the end.
Asia Argento's lipstick.
She and whoever else was still on the large-rumped
one's team couldn't have been gone from here long.
Cindy tried to tell herself she was sorry for having
to wake up Monica and tell her they were going on the
prowl after their competitors. And failed.
* * * * * * * * * *
Still smarting over how much of HER FREAKIN' MONEY had
gone to the boss, and also smarting - especially
around her ass - over how Liz Phair and Kristanna
Loken in particular had responded when word had gotten
around J-Lo's, Charisma Carpenter's mood hadn't
improved on seeing the latest coverage. Leaving aside
the fact that the jungle scenes were shot in night
vision (or as newbie Maria Menounos dubbed it,
"Paris-Hilton-O-Vision"), the ejected ladies on the
McMurdo estate looked as if they were having the time
of their lives; she hissed when she saw Sophie Marceau
with two cocks down her throat. "Rub it in, huh?" she
grumbled.
"Hey, Caz."
"For the last time, it's Charisma!" she snapped, as
the image changed to show the commentators each
resting with a different lady or gentleman in their
arms.
"I come bearing news from the boss," Stacy Keibler
announced. "She's got most of our money now - "
"Yeah yeah, I know, and you want to beat me up about
it? The others got there first - look, I'll show you
the bruises. That Yamila Diaz is a lot rougher than
she looks..."
"No no no," the wrestling babe interrupted. "She wants
to give it back to you."
Charisma made a note to go to the doctor and get her
hearing checked. "Little Miss One Way Pockets wants to
give the cash... back?"
"Every cent," Stacy confirmed. "But there's a catch.
She wants you to put it all on Troutpout."
"But... but I had a good feeling about Cindy. We're
both tall, we both have moles - "
Stacy didn't give her a chance to finish. "That's the
way it goes. Put it on Jolie and she won't say another
word. Even if Angelina loses."
"Why?"
"It's not her money," Stacy pointed out. "Put it on
Cindy and you won't be working."
"Well, I could use a break from this place anyway..."
"Did I say anything about this place? You won't be
WORKING. Even after 'Gigli' the boss can still make
life hell for anyone who crosses her. Especially if
they're less of a star."
Charisma nodded once, and looked back at the screen.
The image was an overhead view of the jungle, with
four little symbols standing for the ladies still in
there. They were all fairly close together.
* * * * * * * * * *
If Patty McMurdo could have talked, she'd have
wondered where her parents were. She'd have wanted to
talk about who it was that zapped her. She'd have
wanted to ask about what Karen was doing out there
instead of cleaning up. Instead she lay there,
drifting in and out of consciousness as her body
struggled with the poison.
* * * * * * * * * *
It was a clear and cloudless very early morning;
thanks to the moonlight, Angelina and Asia had spotted
Cindy several yards ahead; they had not been able to
rest because they knew the remaining two were in the
vicinity, and with victory so close nothing could be
left to chance. However, Cindy seemed not to have
registered them, which was understandable as she
didn't have the benefit of a tracking device - but the
two remaining Lopez-ites had learned not to let
appearances be deceptive; Asia had snapped a branch
off a tree and moved it along the ground in front of
them.
Cindy continued to walk along while Angelina looked
out for Monica; they had to be planning something. She
fished out her scanner and checked... yes, there were
two signals. Monica was crouching not too far from
where Cindy was. Angelina showed the indicator to
Asia, and the latter started off in that direction,
still carefully swishing the stick - which touched
something in the grass. Or something suspended in the
grass. Something that felt like a wire.
Asia stepped back several feet and pushed the wire;
something came whizzing through the air towards where
she had been standing. With nothing to collide with,
Cindy's backpack kept swinging to and fro until it
came to a stop. Both women could see that it was
stuffed with far, far more than Cindy had brought with
her; wouldn't have helped to be hit with that...
"Oh, very sharp Cindy C," Angelina said to herself as
she kept after the supermodel, starting to increase
her stride in a bid to catch up without alerting her.
"But not that sh-" And that was as far as she got
before Monica's boobytrapped (so to speak) backpack,
triggered when she walked into the SECOND tripwire,
sent her flying off her feet.
Asia had been facing Cindy's backpack when she heard
the thud; realising what must have happened, she raced
after her sprawled comrade and knelt by her, glad to
see that Angelina was okay - the backpack hadn't had
enough in it to put her out of action for good, but it
was enough to leave her out for a while. And in the
meantime Cindy was getting away; Asia reached for her
scanner to go after her, and then thought it over. She
could track Cindy... but she could also track Monica.
"Fuck that," Asia spat. Cindy could wait. Monica
couldn't.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Improvisation - you gotta love it!" Lisa Dergan
laughed. "That should buy Cindy and Monica some time."
"Asia's still in the game?" Emmanuelle Beart asked,
puzzled.
"Yes, thank goodness," Gabby Logan told her, between
giggles as one of the staff kept kissing her lower
regions.
"But I fucked her earlier!" Emmanuelle pointed out.
"Don't any of you remember? She should have been
kicked off the field by now!"
* * * * * * * * * *
Asia kept going through the trees, the device in the
palm of her hand all the while. She was close to
salivating at the idea of getting Monica Bellucci all
to herself; and this time, THIS time there would be no
way out for her. The dot on the screen glowed brighter
and brighter - she was gaining on her. "This isn't
going to be pretty, Bellucci!" she crowed. "Can you
hear me, Bellucci? Huh? CAN YOU?!"
Now it was so bright it almost burst out of the screen
- Asia was practically on top of her. The woman
started to run, now unable to contain her thrills at
how close she was... and then the signal stopped.
"No," Asia said. "No, no, NO!!!" She looked at the
screen again, but there it was - nothing. One moment
it was there, the next it was gone. She moved
backwards, wondering what had happened, and then she
felt it underneath her foot. "No..." she said again,
differently this time, and lifted her foot up to get
to what she had stepped on, hoping she was wrong.
She saw the crushed bug. She wasn't.
And then she found herself splayed on the ground, a
foot placed squarely on her back. "I found it in my
backpack," Monica Bellucci said coldly. "You hid it
well, but you didn't hide it well enough. I'm sure
there's one in Cindy's bag as well."
"Get... off... me!" Asia snapped into the soil.
"You should be disqualified for this," Monica
continued, and ground her foot onto Asia again. "Did
you think you could get away with this on something
shown all over the world? And you call ME just tits
and ass?"
"It's not the first time they've ignored the rules,
you fat-assed whore!" Asia yelled. "Emmanuelle got me
and she fucked me, but I'm still here..."
"She what?!"
"Yeah! Manon of the Spring didn't fire the beacon...
bet she didn't tell you that, Boobalina!"
"Believe me," Monica breathed as she lifted her foot
off Asia's back, "that is NOT a mistake I'll make."
Asia kicked out backwards and caught Monica in her
stomach, and then scrambled over and butted her in the
stomach again with her head. "You won't get the chance
to make it, slut."
Monica grunted and grabbed Asia's head, tugging hard
as the younger performer pummelled and scratched.
Monica dragged her away and brought her knee hard into
Asia's chest, enjoying hearing her howl. She flung her
onto the dirt and launched herself on her, hitting her
over and over as Asia slapped back. The younger woman
grabbed Monica's funbags and squeezed harder than she
had ever squeezed before; Monica roared with pain as
she felt Asia's nails actually puncture the flesh, and
headbutted Miss Argento. The pain rocketed through her
skull, but Asia let go, and Monica was free and
smashed the woman across the face with her forearm,
seeing some blood fly out.
Asia punched Monica in the face and drove an elbow
into her side, then flew down and bit her left calf,
hanging on like a dog as she clutched the furious
woman. Monica let herself fall hard, holding the woman
underneath her, reached behind her and clutched Asia's
cunt, ripping off the front of her trousers. She had
to keep the struggling, jerking lady down...
"AAIIIIEEEE!!!!" she screamed. Asia had taken another
bite, in her thigh. Then she felt her head explode;
Asia had slammed a hard punch by her jaw. Dazed,
Monica felt the energized Asia wriggle out from under
her, bleeding but enraged, her pussy out there in the
moonlight. Asia straddled Monica, clamping her down
with her hands.
"You want some of this? Huh?! That what you were
thinking? HERE!!" she shouted, grinding her crotch
onto Monica's face. "EAT ME!!!"
Monica started to move her tongue over Asia's muff,
rapidly thinking over what she should do next, casting
her eyes for anything that could help her, and cursing
the fact that she had hidden the bug so far away from
Cindy... a tall brunette would be really helpful now.
Other than the one who was making her go down on her;
Monica's tongue moved inside Asia's slot, licking her
out as easily and sensitively as she had done Sophie's
earlier. She let her eyes flick to one side, and saw
what she was looking for. Monica started to edge one
of her hands closer to what it was...
Asia grinned through her bleeding mouth as she put her
hands behind her to touch Monica's boobs. "Don't feel
any blood there, thank God," she rasped. "Can't have
your pride and joy hurt..." She shook with delight as
she fondled Monica's tits and felt the woman's tongue
roaming inside her. Monica Bellucci might have been a
whore, a starfucker and a full-on snob, but she
certainly knew how to please a girl. And a guy, of
course. Asia thought she'd regret what she was about
to do...
Then she felt Monica's mouth move away, and something
prod against her ass. "Hey, I didn't say you could
STOPPPPPP....!!!" Asia yelled as Monica jammed the
rectangular scanner into her butthole, thrusting three
times before Asia jerked back and up, wrenching it out
as she staggered back and Monica got to her feet,
threw aside her shorts, grabbed the woman's shoulders
and forced her to her knees. "Now YOU eat ME," she
spat.
"Fuck you, Bellucci!"
"That's your job," Monica replied, and shoved Asia's
head forward. Asia tried to push back, but Monica was
holding her hard...
Monica's scream even reached Cindy. Now that she knew
exactly where to go, she ran towards the source.
"You... little... MONSTER!" Monica prayed that she
wouldn't see blood when she moved her hand from her
crotch, and Asia hoped she would; the latter shook her
head slowly.
"I told you," Asia said, "you won't win this time. Why
not make it easier for yourself and just open your
damn legs? It'll be quick, I promise..."
"Fine," Monica replied. "Just end this."
"Oh, I will," Asia beamed as she mounted the woman
again.
("Oh for fuck's sake COME ON!!!" Sophie Anderton
shouted at the screen.
"She can't hear you," Sophie Marceau told her.)
Asia had her hands on Monica's breasts again; she was
glad that the indentations wouldn't cause any real
scars. Rubbing them slowly and lightly, Asia dipped
her head to kiss each plump nipple as Monica heard
someone coming. Cindy was going to be here in a few
moments, but with Asia in a hurry, and with the
knowledge of how fast this little bitch could be when
she had to be, Monica didn't have any time to fuck
around...
Asia pressed herself hard against Monica's hot body.
Very full, very comforting. Too bad it had to be
around here instead of in an expensive Venetian hotel
or somewhere. She moved her hands down Monica,
preparing to put her fingers inside her - and gasped
as she felt Monica's hand forcing itself into HER. And
thrusting fast, the fingers whirring around within her
cavernous crotch. "You're right," Monica said grimly.
"It'll be quick." And with her free arm, she clutched
Asia and the two women began to roll on the ground,
Asia gasping and begging her to stop it, stop it, stop
itohpleaseSTOPITTTTTTTTT....
Monica, on top of Asia, kissed her fiercely as they
stopped their journey, and felt Asia shaking under
her, alternately cursing and thanking Monica. "What...
was... that... rollll..." Asia twisted her head in
each direction; she then saw Monica lifting up the
beacon where Asia had put it.
"I win," she cooed, and fired.
Monica stood up underneath the brief but intense light
the bursting caused, and gave the beaten and orgasming
Asia a contemptuous smile - and flew to the ground as
Madeleine McMurdo walloped her.
* * * * * * * * * *
"I'd do you myself," said Madeleine McMurdo, her
weapon aimed on Asia as she finished tying up Monica,
"but I'm strictly straight. Hey," she continued into
her walkie-talkie, "I've got that Italian bitch with
the big tits here ready for you guys... no, the one
who was in 'The Matrix' movies... just where that
beacon was fired... yeah, great. She's not going
anywhere... okay. My sons'll be here in a few
minutes," she finished to the ladies.
"What about Patty?" Monica asked, as the helicopter
came closer. And where was Cindy, she asked herself.
She had to have been here by now..
"What ABOUT Patty?" snapped Madeleine. "The
carpet-muncher can get her own muff."
"She's still your daughter."
"What, you'd rather be taken by a woman? That'll make
it even worse when my boys arrive," Madeleine sneered
as the chopper lowered the rope ladder. "Come on,
Asia... your friends are waiting."
"Sure don't have any here," Asia muttered, as she
climbed onto the ladder, Madeleine watching her all
the time, Monica watching them both as the chopper
pulled them back up and flew off towards the estate.
When the sound of the helicopter had faded away,
Monica sighed in despair. All she could do now was
wait for them to arrive... shit. They were here
already; she could hear them about to come through...
"Cindy?"
"I had to take cover when I heard Mrs. McM come
along," the supermodel said, running to the back of
the tree Asia had tied her to. "If she'd come onto you
I'd have come out."
"Lesbophobia is a wonderful thing," Monica said wryly.
"I don't know how long it'll be before they get here,"
Cindy grunted as she started tugging on the ropes. "I
wish I hadn't left the damn knife back there..."
"Makes it easier for us," Lachlan said casually from
in front of the two women. Cindy couldn't see them
because of the tree, but Monica had seen Lachlan and
Philip McMurdo come out, alerted by their mother and
delighted by what they had found. "Monica Bellucci
tied up with her legs apart; mom's been reading my
mind. Step aside, Cindy C - we'll take it from
here..."
"Don't worry about the knife," Philip added as he and
his brother approached the Italian. "We'll cut her
loose before we fire the beacon."
"No!" Cindy yelled. "Leave her in the game - take me
instead!"
"Cindy - "
"No, Monica, I mean it; I already let Sophie take a
bullet for me. I'm not letting it happen to you."
"Cindy, what has to be has to be."
"The fuck it does." Cindy stepped in front of Monica
and faced the McMurdos. "Let her go, and take me."
Lachlan and Philip looked at each other and then at
Cindy, who started to unbutton her shirt as a prelude
to her elimination.
"Okay," Philip answered, and started to unbuckle his
belt.