anonymous
12-08-2007, 10:35 PM
The continuing adventures of Cindy Crawford -
supermodel, mother and celebrity bordello owner. The
conduct of the ladies featured here is not meant to be
suggestive of how they are in real life. The
situations in this tale and the other characters are
fictional. This story contains sexual scenes (and
shameless objectification of women) and is not meant
to be read by under-18s. And dammit, we should have
had
Monica Bellucci attend the premiere of "The Matrix
Revolutions" so we could have had a shot at seeing her
opposite Cindy Crawford. Which brings us to...
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy's private jet streaked through the clear sky
towards their destination as the passengers watched
the inflight entertainment. There wasn't a movie on
this flight, but there didn't need to be. The show
Monica Bellucci and Cindy Crawford was putting on
topped anything that could possibly have appeared on
screen. Monica was naked and she was spectacular, and
she was thrashing about in her seat, rubbing herself
all over with a little red ball, rolling it along the
Himalayan peaks she called her breasts and kicking her
legs throughout the space open to her.
CC-1 came in for a landing right on time, about the
same time Monica herself came, letting the red ball
she had drawn when the private jet had taken off fall
to the floor and abandoning all restraint. Fondling
her glorious body as she came, she shouted out her
lover's name and a whole stream of other words in
Italian and managed to be heard above the jet's
noises. Sophie Anderton glared with envy at Monica as
the lady between the Italian actress's legs raised her
head.
Cindy Crawford's mouth was wet and shiny with Monica's
liquids, and she licked it off blissfully. "Get over
it, Sophie," she said without taking her eyes off
Monica's open, silken-haired muff. "You didn't draw
the red one."
"No, you didn't," Monica agreed, throwing herself back
as Cindy got up and started to dress. "If it's any
help, it's not as good as I've heard... it's better."
"Stop rubbing it in," Sophie muttered.
"Better than being back in London," Holly Valance
pointed out. "You get a break from all that Bosnich
stuff."
"And you get a break from everyone saying how Kylie's
better than you are, even stuck in jail," Sophie
retorted.
"I hear she's being passed around there like a joint,"
Emmanuelle Beart added.
"HEY! I thought we agreed... no one mentions any of
them," Cindy interrupted. "You could all be fired for
that, you know..."
They did all know; the Dollhouse affair had ended
happily, but Cindy had forbidden mention of any of the
women involved. The ladies all nodded as the plane
stopped, and Monica looked outside; as far as
multi-millionaire's private islands went, this one
wasn't too bad. "Nice place to hold a command
performance," the Italian sexbomb noted, and followed
Cindy as she stepped out onto the gangway. Emmanuelle
followed, and shook her head with an amused expression
as she watched Monica sashaying down the steps; the
woman couldn't be unsexy if she tried. She just knew
that Sophie and Holly were trying to out-wiggle her,
even without an audience.
Or if they did have one, the audience was too far away
and in the wrong direction to appreciate the effort.
Which isn't to say that the tall, elegantly-dressed
man standing by the two limousines wasn't pleased to
see the five women come off the plane and stride
towards him like the astronauts in "The Right Stuff"
(or the monsters in "Monsters, Inc."). It only lacked
a bit of slow motion for it to seem like a gang of
professionals come to do a job that no amateurs could
handle. Then again, they were pros, all of them. Even
the Australian bimbo, from what he had heard.
"Hello, ladies," the man beamed, greeting Cindy with a
strong handshake. "Right on time - excellent."
"We aim to please, Mr. Rourke," Cindy replied, as the
first thought that popped into her head on seeing the
man in the white suit flew out of her mouth. "Oh I'm
sorry - I forgot myself! It's just that..."
"Oh no no no, that's no trouble at all," he assured
her as he ingratiated himself with the other women.
"In any case, now that you're here this really is
Fantasy Island."
"Not the new version, I hope," Holly muttered.
"Of course not. No one wants to come to a tropical
paradise and be greeted by Malcolm McDowell! But I
forgot to introduce myself... I'm Lachlan McMurdo, and
I'm - "
" - delighted to meet you!" Sophie finished as the
limousine doors opened. "I've been dying to meet you -
I missed you when you were in London a few weeks
ago..."
"If I'd known you were trying to meet me I'd have done
something about it," Lachlan assured Sophie as he
joined Miss Anderton in one limousine. Sophie's
predatory look didn't go unnoticed by Cindy and the
others as they entered the other limo and started off
the airstrip towards the McMurdo estate.
"How long do you give them?" Cindy asked with a laugh
as she sat back.
"Ten minutes," Holly replied.
"You two are unbelievable," Monica tut-tutted. "It'll
be five."
* * * * * * * * * *
"Be honest," Lisa Dergan laughed. "You only brought us
along because you were scared of being alone with
him."
"Scared nothing," Kirsty Gallacher parried. "He
requested you."
"So why is Lisa here?" Leeann Tweeden asked chuckling.
Gabby Logan wagged her finger in Leeann's face. "None
of that."
"Yes, he wants this instead..." Leeann took Gabby's
finger and put it in her mouth. "I just hope it's
bigger than this..."
"Not like you'll ever find out," Lisa told her.
"You're not part of it."
"Oh, we will be," Kirsty assured her. "We will be."
* * * * * * * * * *
"It must be good to get away from London," Lachlan
murmured to Sophie, diplomatically not mentioning her
recent tabloid troubles.
"I could use a break," she answered, her eyes closed
as she enjoyed the plush seating in the limousine. "A
couple of customers kept bringing it up though. Not
many, but..."
"I should have stopped by while I was there."
"You might not have seen me - I'm never there two days
in a row."
"Maybe I should make a reservation when this is over."
"A reservation?" Sophie asked. "How long will it take
to get to the estate?"
Lachlan instantly saw what was on Sophie's mind, and
buzzed the driver, instructing him to take it a little
slower - he didn't need to explain further. The driver
had seen this before (and Sophie was no stranger to
being poked in limousines by millionaires either).
"Now, my father always taught me that ladies go
first..." he continued as he started to remove his
clothes.
"It would be my pleasure," Sophie said, surveying
Lachlan's crotch as she unzipped her dress and
shrugged it off. Underneath she wasn't wearing
anything; Lachlan scanned her from her black-haired
head all the way down to her feet, never taking his
eyes off her for a second as he undressed. He absently
started stroking his cock as he stared at her,
admiring her adorable breasts and excellent snatch.
Sophie, for her part, was looking at Lachlan's own
impressive body, and studying the precise way he moved
his fingers along his penis, filling up rapidly at the
sight of her nude body.
"Isn't that supposed to be my job?" she asked,
snapping Lachlan out of his reverie. He whipped his
hands off his prick and Sophie took their place. Not
for the first time, she started to suck off a man she
had only just met. Sophie's mouth and hands moved
fluidly along his shaft, her eagerness and expertise
blending to have Lachlan groaning with delight as she
rubbed her tongue all over the rod. She grunted and
slurped away for what seemed like hours, easing up for
a few moments to draw out the pleasure, then returning
to the job at hand. She felt some drops seeping out of
his gorgeous plum of a cockhead - Lachlan ate well,
and she liked the taste. If Sophie could have licked
her lips, she would have.
Sophie heard Lachlan's gasps and felt his grip on her
body tighten... she considered whether she should spit
as she usually did. No, she figured she could let him
leave it inside her this once - Sophie swallowed it
all as Lachlan pumped the cream into her, letting his
feelings out with a series of pants. Not one drop
stayed outside as she let the prick go, and sat back.
"Don't do that yet..." Lachlan gasped. "I want to see
your tight British ass. 'loaded' let me down in that
area..."
That session with three cast members of "Hollyoaks"
had left Sophie Anderton's anus not quite that tight,
but she was always willing to please. As the limo drew
to a stop, Lachlan paused before getting out. He
wanted to spend the next few minutes looking at
Sophie's bottom; studying the two tight little spheres
in front of him, he then knew he wanted to spend the
next few minutes doing more than looking at Sophie's
bottom.
"Here," Sophie breathed, handing him a small tube. "I
get this a lot - I always carry some in case this
happens."
"Party girl for life," Lachlan murmured approvingly as
he unscrewed the tube and squeezed out the contents
onto Sophie's winking back door, massaging it inside
and moving in closer for a smell. Mmmm; lavender. Went
so well with Sophie's satin rump. Lachlan couldn't
resist giving her asshole a little kiss before moving
back to give her what she needed. Hell, it was what HE
needed. Sophie stretched herself as far as she could,
pondering over how soon it would be before he filled
her up; and then not pondering anything as her bum was
opened by the rod. "OOOOooooohhhhhh...." she gasped as
she felt it pushing up into her, inch by hot inch.
Sophie wiggled her cheeks from side to side as Lachlan
worked his prick up her. No matter how many times she
took it up there, she always loved it. She just hoped
and prayed he wasn't a sixty-second man like Mike
Myers...
"What do you mean, we can't get out?" Emmanuelle Beart
asked ten minutes later.
"No one leaves until Lachlan does," the driver
explained patiently.
"What is he DOING in there?!"
"He's in there with Sophie," Cindy reminded her.
"Oh," Emmanuelle realised, as the first limo opened
and Lachlan emerged, accompanied by Sophie. She was
fully dressed, and had a gait to her walk suggesting
that Lachlan had parked HIS machine somewhere up her
back street. She tried to hide it, but the other women
could all tell as they got out.
Monica whispered something to Sophie as they went up
the driveway, listened to the answer, and fell back to
walk alongside Holly, her hand out. "It was five."
"I'm going to win one of these bets one day,
Bellucci," Holly groused as she paid up.
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy Inc. was a big place, but this house of the
McMurdos looked to be the size of Brentwood - Cindy
expected to see a golf cart or something to help her
get from one end of the place to another. And the
carpeting... thick and plush, it was like walking on
clouds. She was almost jealous as she finished
changing into her evening clothes; maybe she should
ask them for the address of their designer. Cindy Inc.
could use a bit of a touchup.
Cindy was dressed in a light blue number that didn't
show off too much, and which she had found waiting for
her in her room. To her delight, she found it fitted
her perfectly, and it looked heavenly to boot. These
people really knew how her mind worked; she wondered
if the clothes the others had been left worked as
well. If they were tuned to their usual attire then
Holly Valance would no doubt come downstairs in almost
nothing... Cindy let her smile play on her face for a
moment before seeing the time; almost seven, time to
make her entrance.
She was pleased to see that the lessons she had
drilled into her ladies about always being on time
were starting to pay off; Monica was sweeping along
the corridor, a vision in tight white under which her
bosom jiggled happily. Emmanuelle wasn't far behind in
red, Sophie was starting out in black, and there was
Holly in green. Each suited the women to a T, and each
looked as if they were about to go to the ball. And
who knew, there could be dancing here tonight as well.
At precisely seven, the ladies arrived in the dining
room. The table was large, with Lachlan at the head,
his parents on either side, and four other people
dotted around it. "Excellent!" Lachlan beamed. "Right
on time. This is getting off to a great start."
"You should know a thing or two about getting off,"
his mother cackled.
"Madeleine!" tut-tutted his father. "Not in front of
the guests."
"Oh please, they're used to that sort of thing. Not
least considering why they're here - "
"Excuse our parents," a tall, half-bad man said
hastily as the staff showed the women to their seats.
"They're pretty free with their speech. Especially my
mother. My name's Philip, by the way - I'm the
firstborn."
"Pleased to meet you. And don't worry about it," Cindy
said graciously as she sat down next to Lachlan's
father Ernest. "But I thought the entire family was
going to be here."
"It is," Lachlan's younger brother Carter told them as
the other ladies were seated.
"Then why are there so many spare chairs?" Holly
asked, noting that there were spaces all over the
place.
"Maybe it's another mad tea party," Emmanuelle
suggested.
"Oh no," Patty McMurdo, the older sister, assured
them. "Nothing like that. It's just that the other
guests will be coming down in a few moments."
"Anyone we know?" Sophie asked.
"I believe you might, yes," Caroline, the younger
sister, said. "In fact, that sounds like them now -
they arrived just as you were going upstairs."
"Well, if they're anything like you I think this'll be
a nice..." And Cindy's voice drained away. Ernest
McMurdo had his hand rested on her thigh, and was
squeezing it with way too much familiarity, but that
wasn't what had changed her mood; she had seen the
first of the five women to come swanning down the
staircase. Five - one for each empty seat. Cindy felt
she had a lot of questions for Lachlan.
Dressed respectively in blue, white, red, black and
green, down came Angelina Jolie, Asia Argento, Sophie
Marceau, Catherine Zeta Jones, and Melissa George.
Talk about "Always five, acting as one": no 7-Zark-7
here, but they were all beautiful, they were all
grinning - and they were all signed to J-Lo's. Cindy
heard a hiss from Monica, and the other women were
similarly thunderstruck on seeing the Jennifer Lopez
Five break off in perfect formation and take their
seats, each directly opposite her colour-coordinated
counterpart.
"What are THEY doing here?" Emmanuelle demanded,
throwing a vicious glare at Sophie M.
"It's all in the game," Lachlan explained, studying
all the world-class pulchritude. "My dad insisted on
having five of Jenny's girls here as well; Lopez
couldn't make it, which is why Angelina is here.
She'll be her team's captain - "
"Game? Captain? What is this, 'It's A Knockout'?"
Sophie A. interrupted, looking longingly at the wine
near her. She really needed that now.
"They'll explain it to you soon enough, Sophie dear,"
Catherine replied.
"I thought this was a command performance," Holly
argued. "What's this game crap? And why didn't you
tell us?"
"Coin toss. Ernest and I flipped for it - whoever won
got to decide who heard the whole story. Guess who
lost? Just as well," Madeleine added. "You might have
said no to the contest."
"Contest to do what?" asked Cindy.
"To be the mother of my son," Lachlan replied, and
Sophie Anderton grabbed the bottle, the hell with
manners.
* * * * *
It has been said that the trouble with special
relationships between countries is that usually only
one country is aware of such a relationship.
Fortunately, as the jet touched down on the McMurdos's
island, this Anglo-American partnership had no such
problems.
Gabby Logan, despite her name, talked the least
whenever she was in the act, whether it was with a man
or, as was the case now, with Leeann Tweeden. Athletic
and horny, Leeann had taken an instant shine to Gabby
ever since she had been on an exchange visit to the
London branch; when Gabby realised that they were both
working for News Corporation, a happy accident was
born - and now the beautiful English blonde was
looking up at the ceiling of the cabin, begging
herself not to look down. Otherwise the sight of
Leeann fondling her tits while her head was nestled
between her legs, bobbing as her tongue searched out
every inch of her box, would cause her to give in
right there and then. And she wanted this to last.
Like Gabby, Kirsty Gallacher worked for Sky; like
Leeann, Lisa Dergan slaved for Fox. Neither was
acclaimed for their presenting skills, but their
bodies were another matter - Lisa had hit it off with
Kirsty almost at once on the same exchange trip, and
the two had enjoyed their threesome with the head of
Sky News so much that they had discreetly met up with
each other several times both in the line of duty and
on their own time. Now they were en route to one of
the world's wealthiest families, and they were getting
in a little exercise as well. Knowing what was ahead,
Lisa was now walking up to Kirsty, with her
stewardess's uniform on. A sporty girl, game-playing
was right up her street.
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy Crawford shook her head in amazement. "The
mother of your baby? Haven't you ever heard of
adoption?"
"Yes, but I don't want any old baby," Lachlan assured
her. "I want yours... or yours," he added, pointing to
Angelina Jolie. "Or yours," he continued, pointing to
Monica Bellucci. "Or - "
"All right, we get the point," Sophie Anderton
snapped. "But why this whole... whole... you know, why
all this?"
"Because McMurdo men are very selective in whose
vaginas they come," Lachlan's brother replied.
"Tell me I didn't just hear that," Holly Valance
groaned.
"Being famous and gorgeous isn't enough. You also have
to win the game - I can't decide which of you it
should be, and neither could any of the others. So dad
came up with this little game; a process of
elimination. I'm sure you've heard of 'The Most
Dangerous Game'?"
"The old human target trick?" Catherine Zeta Jones
asked.
"Yes and no. You won't be running for your lives - but
you will be hunted. By us."
* * * * * * * * * *
"Coffee, tea... or me?" Lisa cooed to her passenger.
"You," Kirsty answered, as Lisa set the tray down. The
well-stacked British lady studied the American's body
- the service on this flight was something. Lisa stood
by Kirsty and took her hands, resting them on her
thighs; the host of "Kirsty's Home Videos" ran her
hands up Lisa's flesh and under her dress, stopping on
her bottom and circling it. Lisa only had on a thong,
but even that was too much; Kirsty loved stroking
Lisa's round, chewy behind, but that little strap
stopped her getting access to her little starfish. She
hooked a finger into the thong and tugged at it, and
Lisa winced as it pulled out of her crack - soon
Kirsty had it loose.
"Now let's see what else is on the menu," she said,
lowering Lisa's dress and studying the bared blonde
muff with interest. Still holding Lisa's ass, Kirsty
drew her closer and opened wide, as the plane began to
descend.
* * * * * * * * * *
"But why'd you have to pick them?" Cindy asked. "Out
of all the women at J-Lo's?"
"I wanted women who had a particular reason for being
pitted against you," Lachlan explained. "That way
you'd all have reasons for wanting to get them out of
the way - yes, you'll all be allowed to have a go at
each other. Makes life more interesting."
"And what are we supposed to have done to them?" Asia
Argento asked, looking as if she wished she could spit
long distance and land a loogy directly on Monica
Bellucci's face. (Monica looked as if she wished she
could return the favour.)
"Oh, don't play the innocent with us," Patty
admonished. "We all know you and Bellucci have had it
in for each other ever since you bashed her while you
were plugging 'XXX' - which was a piece of SHIT by the
way; at least Monica's English language movies try to
be about something..." She gave Monica a coquettish
little smile, which the Italian actress returned while
Madeleine rolled her eyes; Patty was a lesbian through
and through, and had never hidden the fact that she
was on Cindy's side.
"Any chance of another fight?" Carter suggested. "I
hear the two of you really tore into each other once."
"Yes. And this time I will win," Monica assured her.
"That'll happen," Asia snorted.
"Anyway, Holly's had a deep resentment of Melissa for
years - they've both come from Australian soaps, but
Melissa's had a better time of it since leaving 'Home
and Away.'"
"Until she kills 'Alias' the way she killed her last
two shows," Holly snapped, as Melissa smiled
confidently, knowing she was way ahead of Miss
Valance; she'd seen the sales figures for her last
album.
"You'd never guess that I was the one who went nude,"
Melissa replied, ignoring the furious middle fingers
Holly flipped her.
"What about me and Emmanuelle?" Sophie M asked. "We
haven't done anything to each other."
"No, but Lachlan likes French women," Ernest
explained.
"All right then," Sophie M smiled, toasting
Emmanuelle. "Looking forward to getting you."
"Not if I get you first," Emmanuelle answered.
"Sophie Anderton. Sophie, Sophie, Sophie," Lachlan
sighed, the memory of her buttocks still lingering.
"You've had a bone to pick with Angelina here for some
time. I think it was when she visited the London
branch - "
"You WHAT?!?" Melissa yelled at the Oscar-winning star
of such classics as "Cyborg 2," "Original Sin," "Lara
Croft: Tomb Raider - The Cradle Of Life," "Beyond
Borders" and, of course, "Life Or Something Like It."
"You know that's against the rules!"
"Hey, what she doesn't know won't hurt her," Angelina
replied. "It doesn't hurt to know what the
competition's doing... or WHO the competition's doing.
Right, Soph?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sophie A
replied stiffly.
"Angelina was visiting with a little friend of hers,
and she caught Sophie having dinner with Ben just
before they... you know," Ernest explained. "She found
out that one of Sophie's gentleman friends was coming
over that evening to play pot luck with the ladies,
and she and her friend intercepted him so he wouldn't
be in the mood for Sophie."
"And when Anderton found out, she threatened to tell
Lopez about what happened, and Jolie said she'd tell
Lopez what happened as well," Carter finished. "Check
and mate."
"Which brings us to Cindy and Cathy," Lachlan
continued. "You've had several women go over to
Jennifer Lopez's place, and vice versa - but it really
hurt when Catherine Zeta Jones went. Didn't it?"
Cindy glared at the sloe-eyed Welsh woman, remembering
what had happened in 1999...
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
As they entered the bedroom, Catherine Zeta Jones
squeezed the buttocks of her companion - "Nice and
firm," she said approvingly.
"You haven't got a bad ass yourself," Cindy replied,
shrugging off her red evening dress and watching
Catherine disrobe. "When I saw 'Entrapment'..." she
sighed.
"This is only a one-off, remember - just keeping that
date we made. I'm not about to join you on Lesbos,"
Catherine continued.
"Don't worry, I like men too much to really be a
lesbian," Cindy assured Catherine. "I just go both
ways."
"Ah. Like Sharon Stone in 'Basic Instinct.'"
"Minus the icepick," Cindy finished, as she and the
actress scanned each other with a smile before Cindy
lay back on the bed, nude and waiting. Catherine was
kneeling before her as if in front of a goddess...
which she was.
Catherine flicked her tongue over Cindy's toes. The
brunette model was heaving with anticipation as the
actress gently kissed her feet and ankles before
slowly licking and fondling her way up Cindy's long,
sexy legs.
"You're so beautiful," Catherine whispered as she
rubbed her head against Cindy as if she was a cat. "I
love you, Cindy. You've cured me of Michael Douglas."
She slipped her questing tongue into Cindy's beautiful
dark pussy. As her head bobbed around between her
legs, Cindy's eyes were closed, her breathing
quickening.
"I thought... you weren't... turning..." she panted as
Catherine tasted her warm opening and nuzzled the hair
around it.
"I'm not... but I can't take him over you..." and she
slowly kissed Cindy's stomach, navel, breasts,
everywhere. The two women's soft lips met and Cindy's
hands began to roam Catherine's body. One was married
with a son, the other was linked to one of the most
respected stars in Hollywood; but yet, was it any
worse than the rowdy antics of professional bad boys?
Neither was getting high on anything but passion, and
as Cindy straddled Catherine's back and licked her
proud buttcheeks, she knew she wouldn't have had it
any other way. Cindy Crawford slid her tongue up
Catherine Zeta-Jones' unquestionably tender asshole,
to the clear delight of the latter...
Fifteen minutes later, Catherine bade Cindy farewell
with a final kiss. "I have to admit," she said glowing
with pleasure, "I'm not sure this won't happen again."
"That's what Gwynnie, Daniela Pestova and Rebecca
Romijn-Stamos said too," replied the supermodel.
Catherine's mouth dropped open in shock before she
caught the twinkle in Cindy's eyes. "Just kidding,"
she added with a laugh.
"You're a better actress than I thought," Miss Z-S
said with a slight sigh of relief. "See you
downstairs..."
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
"...and the very next day she rings me up and says
'Sorry Cindy, but Jennifer Lopez pays me more'," Cindy
finished, her brown eyes looking with ill-concealed
anger at Catherine.
"If it helps, you're better in bed than she is. Not by
much, though," Catherine smirked, as Cindy eyed the
decanter near her. She was sure she could have it
flying towards Cathy's face before anyone could stop
her... Lachlan could obviously read minds, because he
picked up the decanter and put it out of her reach,
wagging a finger at her.
"Plenty of time for that later," he said amiably. "So
now you know what's up, I've got something else to
show you."
* * * * * * * * * *
The plane was making its final approach as Gabby Logan
sat on Leeann Tweeden's face, receiving some great
tongue action from the US sports lady. Leeann loved
eating that blonde English cunt out, and Gabby was
getting some visual assistance from the sight of
Kirsty Gallacher engaging in the ancient ritual known
as "tapping that ass," said ass belonging to Lisa
Dergan; Kirsty was rubbing those huge tits of hers all
over the Dergan derriere. Gabby wished she could see
Lisa's face; this wasn't going to be on "Kirsty's
Uncut Home Videos" anytime soon. She studied Lisa's
tanned bod with lust, figuring she could get some on
the island; Kirsty sank her teeth into Lisa's butt,
listening to her cry of delight as she let the meat go
and licked her lips. Spreading her fingers into Lisa's
snatch, Kirsty breathed "Please miss, I want some
more..."
Leeann started rubbing Gabby's bottom like there was
no tomorrow; reaching behind her and still enjoying
Leeann's tongue, Gabby had her middle finger out and
was searching for her lover's slot. She found it, all
shaven and pouting, and saw Leeann's eyes widen as she
slid her fingers inside and began to explore. Gabby
looked right into her lover's eyes as she worked her
snatch without taking a peek to see how she was doing;
very hot it was, very hot and slightly loose, but
still fun to frig. Leeann mumbled her feelings into
Gabby's pussy as she licked all the harder.
Kirsty had risen from the seat, ignoring any in-flight
regulations about staying in your seat, and was about
to get Lisa flat on the carpet when the American
gently pushed her down instead. "No, I want to go on
top this time," she told her. "I've had enough of
giving head to ugly people who work for Fox..."
As Lisa slid down Kirsty's body and between her
thighs, Miss Gallacher had to admit she knew the
feeling. Her long "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH..." as she felt
Lisa's tongue touch her dark muff came at the same
time the plane touched down.
"Excellent," Madeleine McMurdo said, as they watched
the plane land from the camera system in their house.
"The commentators are here."
"The what?" Asia Argento asked.
"Oh, didn't I tell you? Millions of guys'll be
watching you in this game - going out live on the net
and on pay-per-view," Lachlan added. "They'll be
watching you running, watching you fucking, watching
you all the time until it's over. Four ladies'll be
providing commentary - Kirsty Gallacher and Lisa
Dergan from your batch, Cindy; Leeann Tweeden and
Gabby Logan from J-Lo's. Gabby works as a part-timer,
I hear - no UK branch for Lopez yet."
"Not ever," Cindy added with a faint sense of despair.
When Britney Spears had joined Cindy Inc., Cindy had
dreamt that something like this would happen. This
time, though...
"And those of us who can't chase you personally'll be
watching as well," Lachlan continued. "Starting in
about two hours and going on until there's just two of
you left - then the two of you go after each other.
The loser in the final battle gets $50 million..."
Holly let out a low whistle.
"The winner gets $100 million tax-free after she's had
sex with me and there's confirmation that she's
carrying a male child."
"You're mad," Sophie M said calmly.
"Am I? Would you rather it was 'Bumfights'? Now THAT'S
mad. Now go and get changed ladies - daddy's going
a-hunting..."
* * * * * * * * * *
The McMurdos had a large staff to wait on them; most
of them found at least one of the visitors on their
mind that night. None more so than Karen Vinton, a
pretty young English girl who'd been working as a maid
there for about a year.
Not overburded with brains but a very sweet and
friendly person, Karen had veered between boys and
girls for a while before settling on the fairer sex.
And now here she was, unable to sleep for knowledge of
how many examples of the fairer sex there were under
this roof. None more cunt-moisteningly sexy, as far as
she was concerned, as Angelina Jolie. She was so
strong and so hot - Karen had spent many nights
dreaming of being rescued by Angelina in Lara Croft
mode, and then being whisked away to be treated
lovingly in some exotic locale. Her right hand jerking
between her thighs, the lovely girl looked at the
door, wishing that it would open to reveal Angelina,
standing proud and naked, with those lips that Karen
was dying to feel over every inch of her body, and
those jugs that Karen just had to put her head
between. She even loved the tattoos.
Karen mentally willed Angelina to come to her, to beat
her, to cure her - anything she wanted. "Please
Angelina..." she begged in her mind. "I need you so
bad..." But she knew that she would never get into bed
with Angelina Jolie.
Which would just go to show how wrong people can be.
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy Inc. and J-Lo's were the Springfield and
Shelbyville of brothels, each rivalling the other
endlessly; but they were both agreed on one thing.
There was a lot of money to be made on the result.
>From Martha Stewart at J-Lo's putting $1000 on
Angelina and Co winning, to Cindy Inc.'s Manuela
Arcuri pitching in over in the Italian branch, nearly
all the women had cash riding on who'd be riding
Lachlan McMurdo in the end, and many of the women from
either brothel were watching the event via streaming
video or PPV, even the ones not on duty. Nor were they
the only ones; those in the know in the outside world
were placing bets with bookmakers, all hush-hush of
course (the tabloids could NOT know about this - and
even if they did, the wives [and in some cases the
husbands] of the people betting couldn't).
Not that any of this made any difference to what was
happening on McMurdo Island, where the dawn was
starting to break. Along with the bedrest of the
ladies; Cindy and her women had been blasted out of
bed by a reveille over the mansion's PA system, and
were now dressed and standing at the edge of the
jungle, bright-eyed if not quite bushy-tailed. Ernest
McMurdo, Kirsty Gallacher and Lisa Dergan had joined
them to give them their instructions and a
sending-off, and Holly (who had been the bleariest)
was wincing at the commentators's relentless and LOUD
chirpiness.
"Well now, it's the moment you've all been waiting
for!" Kirsty told the camera. "The day we find out
whether one of these lovely ladies will get Lachlan
McMurdo's sperm, or whether it'll be one of those
losers from the other side... Cindy, how long do you
think it'll take for you and your fine women to catch
the skanks from hell?"
(J-Lo's Milla Jovovich flipped the bird at the
screen.)
"Well," Cindy replied, trying not to laugh at the lack
of balance, "it's a big island, and you shouldn't
count out the women we're up against... but we'll give
it all we've got."
"And that's quite a lot," Lisa added. "Lisa D and
Kirsty G signing off and handing over to the other
two..."
"Thanks, ladies," Gabby Logan said from the other side
of the jungle, where Angelina and the rest of Team
J-Lo would be starting off under the eyes of Madeleine
McMurdo. "Leeann Tweeden and I are here with the
Oscar-winning Catherine Zeta Jones and the
Oscar-winning and much younger - than Cindy," she
added hastily for CZJ's benefit, "Angelina Jolie. Now
we all know who's really going to win this, don't
you?"
("Yeah, us," Cindy Inc.'s Jessica Simpson told the
screen.)
"They haven't got a chance," Angelina asserted. "I
feel kinda jealous of that load of wimps; when we get
them they'll know what it's like to be fucked by the
very, very best."
"But of course, we'll be the real winners," Catherine
added.
"You know, I'd love to stay and chat, but Madeleine's
about ready to give you guys the final instructions,"
Leeann finished, as she and Gabby stepped back to let
the McMurdo matriarch take centre stage. Madeleine, in
her 70s but looking in her mid-50s ("Of course it's
down to plastic surgery, dear - I can afford it"), she
ran her eyes over the five waiting celebs. Secretly
she hoped Lachlan would wind up getting Sophie
Marceau; anybody would be better than that Welsh
egotist Jones. Catherine, not having any inkling of
what was going through her head, smiled at her.
"Right. Now here's how it's going to go... when I fire
this starters' pistol, you're all going to run into
the jungle and the clock will start. You and
Crawford's bunch will have an hour's start before me
and the girls come after you."
"You're allowed one weapon each," Ernest told Cindy
and Co., "which you'll find in your backpacks. You've
also got enough provisions to last one day, but after
that you're on our own if you haven't been caught by
then. You'll be on the guard for the opposing team as
well as us - if you catch a team member whoever makes
the other one come stays in the game and sets off the
beacon inside the loser's backpack; the loser has to
remain where she is until the chopper picks up the
signal."
("You'd better get used to waiting for the
helicopter," sniggered J-Lo's Nigella Lawson.)
"If you get caught by one of us," said Madeleine, "you
will be taken away immediately and the beacon set off,
unless you manage to fight us off. When there's one
person left on both sides the survivors will try and
track each other down for the jackpot. The loser will
get $50 million..."
"...the winner will receive $100 million; $50 million
on the spot, and the remainder after she's slept with
the boy Lachlan. If she should produce a male heir,
she will receive an additional $25 million on top of
that," Ernest finished.
"Worth it if we don't have to take care of the kid,"
Holly joked.
"You won't," Ernest assured her. "Now if we're all
clear..." He raised the starter's pistol and checked
his watch one last time, as Madeleine raised hers and
did the same.
"Good luck, and may the best team win."
("Don't worry, ours will," Cindy Inc.'s Linsey Dawn
McKenzie giggled as she watched in the UK.)
"And AWAYYY they go, on the way out Wacky Races!"
Leeann Tweeden laughed to the audience as the pistols
went off and ten women sprinted into the jungle,
starting the countdown for the pursuers...
* * * * * * * * * *
Exactly one hour later, both teams had covered a lot
of ground - they couldn't afford to stop for anything,
and they always had to be on their ground. For all
they knew, the McMurdos could be following them now.
"Too bad we don't have a map," Cindy muttered. "No
idea how big this island is... it might give us a hint
to when we'd run into their territory."
"We're all in the same boat," Sophie A pointed out,
walking as quickly and gingerly as she could - she was
a city girl at heart. "They don't know when they'll
find us, either."
"Yeah, when I get my hands on that George, I'll - "
"Close your mouth and open your eyes," Emmanuelle
interrupted Holly. "We've got two sets of people after
us now." Plus she liked the young Australian a lot
better when she wasn't talking.
"Three if you count those loud American women," Monica
added, pointing to the sky above. None of them needed
to look up to know that in addition to the countless
cameras dotted throughout the jungle, they were under
surveillance from above as well.
"You know, two of them are British," Sophie reminded
her.
"What's the difference?" Monica asked diffidently.
"By the way, how do you feel about being in two of the
most boring movies ever?" Sophie asked.
"At least I have enough talent to be in movies."
"I thought we were supposed to be on the same team!"
"I thought I would be with women with class instead of
a silly - "
"That's ENOUGH!" Cindy snapped, sharply turning to
face Anderton and Bellucci. "You want to fight, fight
the other women. Otherwise I'm setting you two up with
the Farrell brothers when we get back."
Sophie blanched at the threat, and even the implacable
Monica started. "You wouldn't..."
Cindy's glare said that she would. "Now keep it down;
God, I thought it would be Holly who'd be quarrelling.
At least you're learning, right Holly?"
No answer.
"Holly?" Cindy repeated, as the others looked around.
Holly Valance had been there a few moments ago; she
would have shouted something about going to relieve
herself, right? "HOLLY?!"
* * * * * * * * * *
Holly felt everything rush out of her with intense
relief. She never liked to go when there was an
audience, and she had been caught short so quickly
that she couldn't even wait to tell the others. She
knew there were rules, but Cindy was a nice person -
Holly knew she'd understand.
The stream of urine dribbled to a stop and the singer
got up, glad she hadn't needed to deposit what was
left of her last couple of meals as well. Holly
started to pull up her panties when she heard a slight
rustle... "Paranoid, Hol," she said to herself. "Just
a little rat or something." She listened a little
longer just in case - nothing.
Yeah, it was nothing. Holly's thoughts turned to
wondering if anyone was watching her like this on the
coverage -
"...and there he goes, making his move - he hid real
well, you got to give him that," Gabby said.
"Not bad for a guy thinking with his dick," Lisa
added.
"And he's all over Holly like ants on honey," Kirsty
continued. "She's fighting back, but he's bigger than
she is..." They could see that his pants were
unzipped, and it was out. "Oh my... MUCH bigger..."
("NOOOOOOO!" Laetitia Casta wailed in Italy with her
boyfriend, as Shannen Doherty started to dance with
delight.)
"Can we get a closeup of the guy's cock?... YES! You
are a STAR!" Gabby crowed as the camera managed to get
a closer look, just before the man pressed Holly onto
the green carpeting of the jungle. He had one hand on
her back, and the other against her crotch; he was
strong, but Holly was desperate to get away. Not that
she didn't know the rules; she knew she was going to
be fucked out - she just didn't want to be first.
"Can't we talk about this..." Holly got no further as
she was pulled around by her pursuer, her mouth forced
open. Holly had a quick glimpse at the gentleman's
sausage before he slipped it into her mouth; she
almost choked on the man's cock for a moment, before
she started to slurp on it, taking quick swallows of
air in between suckings. Holly massaged the meat with
her tongue and lips, taking her time; if she was going
to be eliminated, she might as well enjoy it.
"Now that is some good mouth action Holly's using
there," Leeann told the viewers. "Nice rhythm; and see
how she's playing with his balls for extra pleasure?"
"I'm sure she's had plenty of experience in sucking
cock before she joined Cindy Inc," Gabby added. "The
poor girl can't get work any other way. I hear that's
how you got that sports show gig, Lisa."
"Yeah, the tips you gave me on felching and bondage
worked great!" Lisa countered. "He said I was almost
as good as you..."
Holly had her hands around the man's cock now; it was
out of her mouth, and she was jerking on it, grinning
up at him and waiting for the shower. The man tugged
it down and shook as Holly thrust on it one last time,
and out came the stream, shooting all over Holly's
tender young tits and dripping off the nipples. She
pointed the prick up and jerked a little more, and
laughed with glee as some more come splattered her
cute little face. Holly tasted it; not bad, as semen
went. Nicer than her boyfriend's. The man himself,
meanwhile, had her down again...
"He really wants to get as much of her as he can
before that chopper comes, huh? Holy SHIT, he's got
his mouth in her muff!" Lisa shouted.
"He couldn't have waited until she washed?" Kirsty
groaned.
"That's Cindy Inc. girls for you," Leeann said.
"Always ready, always dirty... still, the guy doesn't
seem to mind." Indeed, the man was writhing around
between Holly's legs, his head moving around happily
inside her cunt, lapping around and cleaning it out.
And he was stretching his arms up and landing them on
Holly's jugs, grabbing them and squeezing them. They
were lovely, and Holly was forgetting where she was
for a moment; she loved it when men had their hands on
her body, or their tongues IN it. She groaned loud
enough for the sound equipment to pick up when his
tongue flicked her button; she was dying to feel his
meat go inside her... "Get up here..." she rasped, and
felt his tongue around her tits as he moved up her,
pussy all tingling and excited.
"Ohhh... oh damn this is gonna be so good..." Holly
gasped as she took her fighter and now lover in his
arms, and heard him say something as he kissed her
face and neck. When it sank in, she realised what was
about to happen. She loved sex, but...
"One down..." the hunter grinned, and drove his cock
deep inside, as Holly howled
"CINDYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Her cry cut through the jungle just as Cindy was
calling out for her again...
* * * * * * * * * *
Carter McMurdo zipped up his trousers as the hovering
helicopter lowered its rope ladder through the green
leafy roof of the jungle, while a deflowered and
glaring Holly Valance tugged resentfully at the cuffs.
She could hear a rustling in the back; her teammates
were coming, the same way she had been a few minutes
ago.
"Don't worry about it, Valance," Carter said. "If it
helps, I enjoyed it."
"That makes one of us," Holly said ruefully as they
took the rungs.
"Don't lie to me, miss."
Cindy and the others burst into the area just in time
to see the two be whisked up into the sky and hear the
chopper fly off. Like the man said, it was one down.
"Damn," Sophie muttered.
"Jennifer Lopez is probably watching and laughing
right now," Emmanuelle added. She was half right -
J-Lo was indeed watching, but she wasn't laughing;
because just before the chopper arrived, the viewers
had been taken to elsewhere in the jungle.
To the bank of a river, in fact. Where at that moment,
Catherine Zeta Jones was lying on her front, not out
of choice. She had been dragged away from the others
at the right moment (for her hunter, anyway), and had
been slugged when they arrived at the river's edge.
Catherine's woozy state had lasted long enough for her
black-clad attacker to get her down and undressed, and
by the time she realised what was happening, she was
feeling something long and hard sliding into her ass.
Whatever it was, it wasn't a cock; she'd had enough up
there to know. It was cold, hard metal. And it was
big. Big enough to cause the biggest pain in the ass
since her having to settle for a SUPPORTING Actress
Oscar.
Her pursuer hadn't left anything to chance; she had
been tightly bound in case the blow wore off, and
while Michael liked to tie her up as well he had never
strapped her down this tightly. Catherine started to
struggle, then felt her breath starting to cut off;
this freak had looped the rope around her wrists and
then looped it twice around her neck, so if she tried
to move any more she'd choke. She let her hands go
back to where they were. "I'll be good," she said, her
voice breaking.
Pleased with this turn of events, her hunter set off
the beacon and wedged the item deeper inside
Catherine's anus, before rolling her over. Catherine
gritted her teeth when she felt it core even deeper
into her butt, and also when she saw that her clothes
had been flung aside like they were discounted. From
K-Mart. But by that time her hunter had lifted up the
black hood covering her face, and kissed Cathy full on
the lips while driving her fingers into her Welsh
snatch. Patty McMurdo sighed in satisfaction as she
took Catherine, still afraid to move; she rubbed the
performer's puffy clit between her fingers and kissed
her over and over.
"That's what you get for leaving Cindy," Patty assured
her, and she reached behind her and pulled out the
thing that had been coring Catherine. "Don't scream
when you see this; I don't want to have to choke you."
Catherine, true to her word, didn't say a word when
Patty brandished her own Best Supporting Actress
Oscar. "Your maid was very cooperative," Patty cooed.
"You should give her a raise." She rolled over
Catherine again, the dirt building up on her body.
"The chopper should be here in a few minutes... let's
see if I can wrap this up until then."
Catherine's screams and wails as Patty rubbed the
Oscar with her own saliva and began to push it into
the Welsh woman's lovely behind only intensified when
she heard some familiar voices - Angelina and the
others had followed her, and they were coming... then
she found herself being drawn to the thrusting back
and forth of the golden naked man inside her asshole.
Better than a doorstop, maybe, but...
"Too late!" Patty called triumphantly as Melissa, who
was closest, ran towards them. "You know the rules -
don't get there in the first minute, she's lost!" And
she circled her arm around her captive's tits,
enjoying how firm they still were while the Oscar
pounded in and out of the gasping Catherine. "You
should have stayed at Cindy Inc, Mariette..."
"Ah... ah... ahhhh fuck you McMurdo... FUCK YOU!!!"
Catherine screamed as she felt herself moistening down
below, with Oscar's bald head touching her most secret
places as she came loudly and defiantly.
J-Lo was also screaming as the on-screen graphics
showed that the score was now 1-1. Catherine, on the
other hand, didn't say anything else as she and Patty
were airlifted out of the jungle, Patty waving at her
enemies, Angelina and the rest swearing back. "Don't
let Cindy win!" Catherine shouted. "There's still four
of you left...!"
* * * * * * * * * *
"There's still four of us left," Emmanuelle said
reassuringly, as they finished their lunch.
"Still not in our favour," Cindy pointed out. "God,
why did Holly have to go off like that...?"
"Do you like to go to the bathroom in front of
anyone?" Sophie asked reasonably.
Cindy saw her point. "Okay, but from now we go in
pairs. No one goes anywhere alone. And if anyone goes
with me, your eyes face away from me, okay?"
"The great Cindy Crawford, bashful," Monica laughed.
Cindy light-hearted gave Monica the bird, as a good
distance away Asia Argento crouched in a bush,
congratulating herself on her success so far. Her team
had all brought little receivers that made it easier
for them to keep in contact (though Patty, who knew
about them, had dumped Catherine's in a bird's nest,
making it harder for them to find her). Now Asia, with
Angelina's blessing, had gone off alone in a bid to
track down and take down one - any one - of Cindy's
women. Cindy's team had no idea that they had gotten
closer to the enemy, but Team J-Lo definitely did.
And now, Asia took another look through her
smuggled-in binoculars. Yes... all assembled. Cindy C,
that pensionable American clothes-hanger. Drug-addled
Sophie Anderton. Silly French hussy Emmanuelle Beart.
And... there she was. Asia hissed as she watched
Monica Bellucci strutting around while the others
finished their meal. Oh, she made her so SICK,
parading around in a thin T-shirt and shorts, playing
up to the cameras like she always did, wiggling that
big ass and probably hoping it would rain so those
Himalayan mountains she called her tits would really
show through the fabric. And she had the nerve to get
mad just because she, Asia Argento, called it like it
was?
"Tits and ass, Monica Bellucci," Asia breathed.
"That's all you are. And when I'm through with you,
you won't even be that. And I'll do it live as well."
She scuttled closer, watching her prey, and waiting
for the moment, patting the little pack she was
carrying. Inside were butt plugs, dildos, the lot -
something for every hole. Monica Bellucci was going to
plugged up tighter than Ashley Judd's ass when she was
done; and if Asia had to get a bit rough, all the
better.
Now Monica was practically on top of her. The slut had
no idea she was there. It was perfect.
Asia sprang.
supermodel, mother and celebrity bordello owner. The
conduct of the ladies featured here is not meant to be
suggestive of how they are in real life. The
situations in this tale and the other characters are
fictional. This story contains sexual scenes (and
shameless objectification of women) and is not meant
to be read by under-18s. And dammit, we should have
had
Monica Bellucci attend the premiere of "The Matrix
Revolutions" so we could have had a shot at seeing her
opposite Cindy Crawford. Which brings us to...
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy's private jet streaked through the clear sky
towards their destination as the passengers watched
the inflight entertainment. There wasn't a movie on
this flight, but there didn't need to be. The show
Monica Bellucci and Cindy Crawford was putting on
topped anything that could possibly have appeared on
screen. Monica was naked and she was spectacular, and
she was thrashing about in her seat, rubbing herself
all over with a little red ball, rolling it along the
Himalayan peaks she called her breasts and kicking her
legs throughout the space open to her.
CC-1 came in for a landing right on time, about the
same time Monica herself came, letting the red ball
she had drawn when the private jet had taken off fall
to the floor and abandoning all restraint. Fondling
her glorious body as she came, she shouted out her
lover's name and a whole stream of other words in
Italian and managed to be heard above the jet's
noises. Sophie Anderton glared with envy at Monica as
the lady between the Italian actress's legs raised her
head.
Cindy Crawford's mouth was wet and shiny with Monica's
liquids, and she licked it off blissfully. "Get over
it, Sophie," she said without taking her eyes off
Monica's open, silken-haired muff. "You didn't draw
the red one."
"No, you didn't," Monica agreed, throwing herself back
as Cindy got up and started to dress. "If it's any
help, it's not as good as I've heard... it's better."
"Stop rubbing it in," Sophie muttered.
"Better than being back in London," Holly Valance
pointed out. "You get a break from all that Bosnich
stuff."
"And you get a break from everyone saying how Kylie's
better than you are, even stuck in jail," Sophie
retorted.
"I hear she's being passed around there like a joint,"
Emmanuelle Beart added.
"HEY! I thought we agreed... no one mentions any of
them," Cindy interrupted. "You could all be fired for
that, you know..."
They did all know; the Dollhouse affair had ended
happily, but Cindy had forbidden mention of any of the
women involved. The ladies all nodded as the plane
stopped, and Monica looked outside; as far as
multi-millionaire's private islands went, this one
wasn't too bad. "Nice place to hold a command
performance," the Italian sexbomb noted, and followed
Cindy as she stepped out onto the gangway. Emmanuelle
followed, and shook her head with an amused expression
as she watched Monica sashaying down the steps; the
woman couldn't be unsexy if she tried. She just knew
that Sophie and Holly were trying to out-wiggle her,
even without an audience.
Or if they did have one, the audience was too far away
and in the wrong direction to appreciate the effort.
Which isn't to say that the tall, elegantly-dressed
man standing by the two limousines wasn't pleased to
see the five women come off the plane and stride
towards him like the astronauts in "The Right Stuff"
(or the monsters in "Monsters, Inc."). It only lacked
a bit of slow motion for it to seem like a gang of
professionals come to do a job that no amateurs could
handle. Then again, they were pros, all of them. Even
the Australian bimbo, from what he had heard.
"Hello, ladies," the man beamed, greeting Cindy with a
strong handshake. "Right on time - excellent."
"We aim to please, Mr. Rourke," Cindy replied, as the
first thought that popped into her head on seeing the
man in the white suit flew out of her mouth. "Oh I'm
sorry - I forgot myself! It's just that..."
"Oh no no no, that's no trouble at all," he assured
her as he ingratiated himself with the other women.
"In any case, now that you're here this really is
Fantasy Island."
"Not the new version, I hope," Holly muttered.
"Of course not. No one wants to come to a tropical
paradise and be greeted by Malcolm McDowell! But I
forgot to introduce myself... I'm Lachlan McMurdo, and
I'm - "
" - delighted to meet you!" Sophie finished as the
limousine doors opened. "I've been dying to meet you -
I missed you when you were in London a few weeks
ago..."
"If I'd known you were trying to meet me I'd have done
something about it," Lachlan assured Sophie as he
joined Miss Anderton in one limousine. Sophie's
predatory look didn't go unnoticed by Cindy and the
others as they entered the other limo and started off
the airstrip towards the McMurdo estate.
"How long do you give them?" Cindy asked with a laugh
as she sat back.
"Ten minutes," Holly replied.
"You two are unbelievable," Monica tut-tutted. "It'll
be five."
* * * * * * * * * *
"Be honest," Lisa Dergan laughed. "You only brought us
along because you were scared of being alone with
him."
"Scared nothing," Kirsty Gallacher parried. "He
requested you."
"So why is Lisa here?" Leeann Tweeden asked chuckling.
Gabby Logan wagged her finger in Leeann's face. "None
of that."
"Yes, he wants this instead..." Leeann took Gabby's
finger and put it in her mouth. "I just hope it's
bigger than this..."
"Not like you'll ever find out," Lisa told her.
"You're not part of it."
"Oh, we will be," Kirsty assured her. "We will be."
* * * * * * * * * *
"It must be good to get away from London," Lachlan
murmured to Sophie, diplomatically not mentioning her
recent tabloid troubles.
"I could use a break," she answered, her eyes closed
as she enjoyed the plush seating in the limousine. "A
couple of customers kept bringing it up though. Not
many, but..."
"I should have stopped by while I was there."
"You might not have seen me - I'm never there two days
in a row."
"Maybe I should make a reservation when this is over."
"A reservation?" Sophie asked. "How long will it take
to get to the estate?"
Lachlan instantly saw what was on Sophie's mind, and
buzzed the driver, instructing him to take it a little
slower - he didn't need to explain further. The driver
had seen this before (and Sophie was no stranger to
being poked in limousines by millionaires either).
"Now, my father always taught me that ladies go
first..." he continued as he started to remove his
clothes.
"It would be my pleasure," Sophie said, surveying
Lachlan's crotch as she unzipped her dress and
shrugged it off. Underneath she wasn't wearing
anything; Lachlan scanned her from her black-haired
head all the way down to her feet, never taking his
eyes off her for a second as he undressed. He absently
started stroking his cock as he stared at her,
admiring her adorable breasts and excellent snatch.
Sophie, for her part, was looking at Lachlan's own
impressive body, and studying the precise way he moved
his fingers along his penis, filling up rapidly at the
sight of her nude body.
"Isn't that supposed to be my job?" she asked,
snapping Lachlan out of his reverie. He whipped his
hands off his prick and Sophie took their place. Not
for the first time, she started to suck off a man she
had only just met. Sophie's mouth and hands moved
fluidly along his shaft, her eagerness and expertise
blending to have Lachlan groaning with delight as she
rubbed her tongue all over the rod. She grunted and
slurped away for what seemed like hours, easing up for
a few moments to draw out the pleasure, then returning
to the job at hand. She felt some drops seeping out of
his gorgeous plum of a cockhead - Lachlan ate well,
and she liked the taste. If Sophie could have licked
her lips, she would have.
Sophie heard Lachlan's gasps and felt his grip on her
body tighten... she considered whether she should spit
as she usually did. No, she figured she could let him
leave it inside her this once - Sophie swallowed it
all as Lachlan pumped the cream into her, letting his
feelings out with a series of pants. Not one drop
stayed outside as she let the prick go, and sat back.
"Don't do that yet..." Lachlan gasped. "I want to see
your tight British ass. 'loaded' let me down in that
area..."
That session with three cast members of "Hollyoaks"
had left Sophie Anderton's anus not quite that tight,
but she was always willing to please. As the limo drew
to a stop, Lachlan paused before getting out. He
wanted to spend the next few minutes looking at
Sophie's bottom; studying the two tight little spheres
in front of him, he then knew he wanted to spend the
next few minutes doing more than looking at Sophie's
bottom.
"Here," Sophie breathed, handing him a small tube. "I
get this a lot - I always carry some in case this
happens."
"Party girl for life," Lachlan murmured approvingly as
he unscrewed the tube and squeezed out the contents
onto Sophie's winking back door, massaging it inside
and moving in closer for a smell. Mmmm; lavender. Went
so well with Sophie's satin rump. Lachlan couldn't
resist giving her asshole a little kiss before moving
back to give her what she needed. Hell, it was what HE
needed. Sophie stretched herself as far as she could,
pondering over how soon it would be before he filled
her up; and then not pondering anything as her bum was
opened by the rod. "OOOOooooohhhhhh...." she gasped as
she felt it pushing up into her, inch by hot inch.
Sophie wiggled her cheeks from side to side as Lachlan
worked his prick up her. No matter how many times she
took it up there, she always loved it. She just hoped
and prayed he wasn't a sixty-second man like Mike
Myers...
"What do you mean, we can't get out?" Emmanuelle Beart
asked ten minutes later.
"No one leaves until Lachlan does," the driver
explained patiently.
"What is he DOING in there?!"
"He's in there with Sophie," Cindy reminded her.
"Oh," Emmanuelle realised, as the first limo opened
and Lachlan emerged, accompanied by Sophie. She was
fully dressed, and had a gait to her walk suggesting
that Lachlan had parked HIS machine somewhere up her
back street. She tried to hide it, but the other women
could all tell as they got out.
Monica whispered something to Sophie as they went up
the driveway, listened to the answer, and fell back to
walk alongside Holly, her hand out. "It was five."
"I'm going to win one of these bets one day,
Bellucci," Holly groused as she paid up.
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy Inc. was a big place, but this house of the
McMurdos looked to be the size of Brentwood - Cindy
expected to see a golf cart or something to help her
get from one end of the place to another. And the
carpeting... thick and plush, it was like walking on
clouds. She was almost jealous as she finished
changing into her evening clothes; maybe she should
ask them for the address of their designer. Cindy Inc.
could use a bit of a touchup.
Cindy was dressed in a light blue number that didn't
show off too much, and which she had found waiting for
her in her room. To her delight, she found it fitted
her perfectly, and it looked heavenly to boot. These
people really knew how her mind worked; she wondered
if the clothes the others had been left worked as
well. If they were tuned to their usual attire then
Holly Valance would no doubt come downstairs in almost
nothing... Cindy let her smile play on her face for a
moment before seeing the time; almost seven, time to
make her entrance.
She was pleased to see that the lessons she had
drilled into her ladies about always being on time
were starting to pay off; Monica was sweeping along
the corridor, a vision in tight white under which her
bosom jiggled happily. Emmanuelle wasn't far behind in
red, Sophie was starting out in black, and there was
Holly in green. Each suited the women to a T, and each
looked as if they were about to go to the ball. And
who knew, there could be dancing here tonight as well.
At precisely seven, the ladies arrived in the dining
room. The table was large, with Lachlan at the head,
his parents on either side, and four other people
dotted around it. "Excellent!" Lachlan beamed. "Right
on time. This is getting off to a great start."
"You should know a thing or two about getting off,"
his mother cackled.
"Madeleine!" tut-tutted his father. "Not in front of
the guests."
"Oh please, they're used to that sort of thing. Not
least considering why they're here - "
"Excuse our parents," a tall, half-bad man said
hastily as the staff showed the women to their seats.
"They're pretty free with their speech. Especially my
mother. My name's Philip, by the way - I'm the
firstborn."
"Pleased to meet you. And don't worry about it," Cindy
said graciously as she sat down next to Lachlan's
father Ernest. "But I thought the entire family was
going to be here."
"It is," Lachlan's younger brother Carter told them as
the other ladies were seated.
"Then why are there so many spare chairs?" Holly
asked, noting that there were spaces all over the
place.
"Maybe it's another mad tea party," Emmanuelle
suggested.
"Oh no," Patty McMurdo, the older sister, assured
them. "Nothing like that. It's just that the other
guests will be coming down in a few moments."
"Anyone we know?" Sophie asked.
"I believe you might, yes," Caroline, the younger
sister, said. "In fact, that sounds like them now -
they arrived just as you were going upstairs."
"Well, if they're anything like you I think this'll be
a nice..." And Cindy's voice drained away. Ernest
McMurdo had his hand rested on her thigh, and was
squeezing it with way too much familiarity, but that
wasn't what had changed her mood; she had seen the
first of the five women to come swanning down the
staircase. Five - one for each empty seat. Cindy felt
she had a lot of questions for Lachlan.
Dressed respectively in blue, white, red, black and
green, down came Angelina Jolie, Asia Argento, Sophie
Marceau, Catherine Zeta Jones, and Melissa George.
Talk about "Always five, acting as one": no 7-Zark-7
here, but they were all beautiful, they were all
grinning - and they were all signed to J-Lo's. Cindy
heard a hiss from Monica, and the other women were
similarly thunderstruck on seeing the Jennifer Lopez
Five break off in perfect formation and take their
seats, each directly opposite her colour-coordinated
counterpart.
"What are THEY doing here?" Emmanuelle demanded,
throwing a vicious glare at Sophie M.
"It's all in the game," Lachlan explained, studying
all the world-class pulchritude. "My dad insisted on
having five of Jenny's girls here as well; Lopez
couldn't make it, which is why Angelina is here.
She'll be her team's captain - "
"Game? Captain? What is this, 'It's A Knockout'?"
Sophie A. interrupted, looking longingly at the wine
near her. She really needed that now.
"They'll explain it to you soon enough, Sophie dear,"
Catherine replied.
"I thought this was a command performance," Holly
argued. "What's this game crap? And why didn't you
tell us?"
"Coin toss. Ernest and I flipped for it - whoever won
got to decide who heard the whole story. Guess who
lost? Just as well," Madeleine added. "You might have
said no to the contest."
"Contest to do what?" asked Cindy.
"To be the mother of my son," Lachlan replied, and
Sophie Anderton grabbed the bottle, the hell with
manners.
* * * * *
It has been said that the trouble with special
relationships between countries is that usually only
one country is aware of such a relationship.
Fortunately, as the jet touched down on the McMurdos's
island, this Anglo-American partnership had no such
problems.
Gabby Logan, despite her name, talked the least
whenever she was in the act, whether it was with a man
or, as was the case now, with Leeann Tweeden. Athletic
and horny, Leeann had taken an instant shine to Gabby
ever since she had been on an exchange visit to the
London branch; when Gabby realised that they were both
working for News Corporation, a happy accident was
born - and now the beautiful English blonde was
looking up at the ceiling of the cabin, begging
herself not to look down. Otherwise the sight of
Leeann fondling her tits while her head was nestled
between her legs, bobbing as her tongue searched out
every inch of her box, would cause her to give in
right there and then. And she wanted this to last.
Like Gabby, Kirsty Gallacher worked for Sky; like
Leeann, Lisa Dergan slaved for Fox. Neither was
acclaimed for their presenting skills, but their
bodies were another matter - Lisa had hit it off with
Kirsty almost at once on the same exchange trip, and
the two had enjoyed their threesome with the head of
Sky News so much that they had discreetly met up with
each other several times both in the line of duty and
on their own time. Now they were en route to one of
the world's wealthiest families, and they were getting
in a little exercise as well. Knowing what was ahead,
Lisa was now walking up to Kirsty, with her
stewardess's uniform on. A sporty girl, game-playing
was right up her street.
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy Crawford shook her head in amazement. "The
mother of your baby? Haven't you ever heard of
adoption?"
"Yes, but I don't want any old baby," Lachlan assured
her. "I want yours... or yours," he added, pointing to
Angelina Jolie. "Or yours," he continued, pointing to
Monica Bellucci. "Or - "
"All right, we get the point," Sophie Anderton
snapped. "But why this whole... whole... you know, why
all this?"
"Because McMurdo men are very selective in whose
vaginas they come," Lachlan's brother replied.
"Tell me I didn't just hear that," Holly Valance
groaned.
"Being famous and gorgeous isn't enough. You also have
to win the game - I can't decide which of you it
should be, and neither could any of the others. So dad
came up with this little game; a process of
elimination. I'm sure you've heard of 'The Most
Dangerous Game'?"
"The old human target trick?" Catherine Zeta Jones
asked.
"Yes and no. You won't be running for your lives - but
you will be hunted. By us."
* * * * * * * * * *
"Coffee, tea... or me?" Lisa cooed to her passenger.
"You," Kirsty answered, as Lisa set the tray down. The
well-stacked British lady studied the American's body
- the service on this flight was something. Lisa stood
by Kirsty and took her hands, resting them on her
thighs; the host of "Kirsty's Home Videos" ran her
hands up Lisa's flesh and under her dress, stopping on
her bottom and circling it. Lisa only had on a thong,
but even that was too much; Kirsty loved stroking
Lisa's round, chewy behind, but that little strap
stopped her getting access to her little starfish. She
hooked a finger into the thong and tugged at it, and
Lisa winced as it pulled out of her crack - soon
Kirsty had it loose.
"Now let's see what else is on the menu," she said,
lowering Lisa's dress and studying the bared blonde
muff with interest. Still holding Lisa's ass, Kirsty
drew her closer and opened wide, as the plane began to
descend.
* * * * * * * * * *
"But why'd you have to pick them?" Cindy asked. "Out
of all the women at J-Lo's?"
"I wanted women who had a particular reason for being
pitted against you," Lachlan explained. "That way
you'd all have reasons for wanting to get them out of
the way - yes, you'll all be allowed to have a go at
each other. Makes life more interesting."
"And what are we supposed to have done to them?" Asia
Argento asked, looking as if she wished she could spit
long distance and land a loogy directly on Monica
Bellucci's face. (Monica looked as if she wished she
could return the favour.)
"Oh, don't play the innocent with us," Patty
admonished. "We all know you and Bellucci have had it
in for each other ever since you bashed her while you
were plugging 'XXX' - which was a piece of SHIT by the
way; at least Monica's English language movies try to
be about something..." She gave Monica a coquettish
little smile, which the Italian actress returned while
Madeleine rolled her eyes; Patty was a lesbian through
and through, and had never hidden the fact that she
was on Cindy's side.
"Any chance of another fight?" Carter suggested. "I
hear the two of you really tore into each other once."
"Yes. And this time I will win," Monica assured her.
"That'll happen," Asia snorted.
"Anyway, Holly's had a deep resentment of Melissa for
years - they've both come from Australian soaps, but
Melissa's had a better time of it since leaving 'Home
and Away.'"
"Until she kills 'Alias' the way she killed her last
two shows," Holly snapped, as Melissa smiled
confidently, knowing she was way ahead of Miss
Valance; she'd seen the sales figures for her last
album.
"You'd never guess that I was the one who went nude,"
Melissa replied, ignoring the furious middle fingers
Holly flipped her.
"What about me and Emmanuelle?" Sophie M asked. "We
haven't done anything to each other."
"No, but Lachlan likes French women," Ernest
explained.
"All right then," Sophie M smiled, toasting
Emmanuelle. "Looking forward to getting you."
"Not if I get you first," Emmanuelle answered.
"Sophie Anderton. Sophie, Sophie, Sophie," Lachlan
sighed, the memory of her buttocks still lingering.
"You've had a bone to pick with Angelina here for some
time. I think it was when she visited the London
branch - "
"You WHAT?!?" Melissa yelled at the Oscar-winning star
of such classics as "Cyborg 2," "Original Sin," "Lara
Croft: Tomb Raider - The Cradle Of Life," "Beyond
Borders" and, of course, "Life Or Something Like It."
"You know that's against the rules!"
"Hey, what she doesn't know won't hurt her," Angelina
replied. "It doesn't hurt to know what the
competition's doing... or WHO the competition's doing.
Right, Soph?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sophie A
replied stiffly.
"Angelina was visiting with a little friend of hers,
and she caught Sophie having dinner with Ben just
before they... you know," Ernest explained. "She found
out that one of Sophie's gentleman friends was coming
over that evening to play pot luck with the ladies,
and she and her friend intercepted him so he wouldn't
be in the mood for Sophie."
"And when Anderton found out, she threatened to tell
Lopez about what happened, and Jolie said she'd tell
Lopez what happened as well," Carter finished. "Check
and mate."
"Which brings us to Cindy and Cathy," Lachlan
continued. "You've had several women go over to
Jennifer Lopez's place, and vice versa - but it really
hurt when Catherine Zeta Jones went. Didn't it?"
Cindy glared at the sloe-eyed Welsh woman, remembering
what had happened in 1999...
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
As they entered the bedroom, Catherine Zeta Jones
squeezed the buttocks of her companion - "Nice and
firm," she said approvingly.
"You haven't got a bad ass yourself," Cindy replied,
shrugging off her red evening dress and watching
Catherine disrobe. "When I saw 'Entrapment'..." she
sighed.
"This is only a one-off, remember - just keeping that
date we made. I'm not about to join you on Lesbos,"
Catherine continued.
"Don't worry, I like men too much to really be a
lesbian," Cindy assured Catherine. "I just go both
ways."
"Ah. Like Sharon Stone in 'Basic Instinct.'"
"Minus the icepick," Cindy finished, as she and the
actress scanned each other with a smile before Cindy
lay back on the bed, nude and waiting. Catherine was
kneeling before her as if in front of a goddess...
which she was.
Catherine flicked her tongue over Cindy's toes. The
brunette model was heaving with anticipation as the
actress gently kissed her feet and ankles before
slowly licking and fondling her way up Cindy's long,
sexy legs.
"You're so beautiful," Catherine whispered as she
rubbed her head against Cindy as if she was a cat. "I
love you, Cindy. You've cured me of Michael Douglas."
She slipped her questing tongue into Cindy's beautiful
dark pussy. As her head bobbed around between her
legs, Cindy's eyes were closed, her breathing
quickening.
"I thought... you weren't... turning..." she panted as
Catherine tasted her warm opening and nuzzled the hair
around it.
"I'm not... but I can't take him over you..." and she
slowly kissed Cindy's stomach, navel, breasts,
everywhere. The two women's soft lips met and Cindy's
hands began to roam Catherine's body. One was married
with a son, the other was linked to one of the most
respected stars in Hollywood; but yet, was it any
worse than the rowdy antics of professional bad boys?
Neither was getting high on anything but passion, and
as Cindy straddled Catherine's back and licked her
proud buttcheeks, she knew she wouldn't have had it
any other way. Cindy Crawford slid her tongue up
Catherine Zeta-Jones' unquestionably tender asshole,
to the clear delight of the latter...
Fifteen minutes later, Catherine bade Cindy farewell
with a final kiss. "I have to admit," she said glowing
with pleasure, "I'm not sure this won't happen again."
"That's what Gwynnie, Daniela Pestova and Rebecca
Romijn-Stamos said too," replied the supermodel.
Catherine's mouth dropped open in shock before she
caught the twinkle in Cindy's eyes. "Just kidding,"
she added with a laugh.
"You're a better actress than I thought," Miss Z-S
said with a slight sigh of relief. "See you
downstairs..."
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
"...and the very next day she rings me up and says
'Sorry Cindy, but Jennifer Lopez pays me more'," Cindy
finished, her brown eyes looking with ill-concealed
anger at Catherine.
"If it helps, you're better in bed than she is. Not by
much, though," Catherine smirked, as Cindy eyed the
decanter near her. She was sure she could have it
flying towards Cathy's face before anyone could stop
her... Lachlan could obviously read minds, because he
picked up the decanter and put it out of her reach,
wagging a finger at her.
"Plenty of time for that later," he said amiably. "So
now you know what's up, I've got something else to
show you."
* * * * * * * * * *
The plane was making its final approach as Gabby Logan
sat on Leeann Tweeden's face, receiving some great
tongue action from the US sports lady. Leeann loved
eating that blonde English cunt out, and Gabby was
getting some visual assistance from the sight of
Kirsty Gallacher engaging in the ancient ritual known
as "tapping that ass," said ass belonging to Lisa
Dergan; Kirsty was rubbing those huge tits of hers all
over the Dergan derriere. Gabby wished she could see
Lisa's face; this wasn't going to be on "Kirsty's
Uncut Home Videos" anytime soon. She studied Lisa's
tanned bod with lust, figuring she could get some on
the island; Kirsty sank her teeth into Lisa's butt,
listening to her cry of delight as she let the meat go
and licked her lips. Spreading her fingers into Lisa's
snatch, Kirsty breathed "Please miss, I want some
more..."
Leeann started rubbing Gabby's bottom like there was
no tomorrow; reaching behind her and still enjoying
Leeann's tongue, Gabby had her middle finger out and
was searching for her lover's slot. She found it, all
shaven and pouting, and saw Leeann's eyes widen as she
slid her fingers inside and began to explore. Gabby
looked right into her lover's eyes as she worked her
snatch without taking a peek to see how she was doing;
very hot it was, very hot and slightly loose, but
still fun to frig. Leeann mumbled her feelings into
Gabby's pussy as she licked all the harder.
Kirsty had risen from the seat, ignoring any in-flight
regulations about staying in your seat, and was about
to get Lisa flat on the carpet when the American
gently pushed her down instead. "No, I want to go on
top this time," she told her. "I've had enough of
giving head to ugly people who work for Fox..."
As Lisa slid down Kirsty's body and between her
thighs, Miss Gallacher had to admit she knew the
feeling. Her long "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH..." as she felt
Lisa's tongue touch her dark muff came at the same
time the plane touched down.
"Excellent," Madeleine McMurdo said, as they watched
the plane land from the camera system in their house.
"The commentators are here."
"The what?" Asia Argento asked.
"Oh, didn't I tell you? Millions of guys'll be
watching you in this game - going out live on the net
and on pay-per-view," Lachlan added. "They'll be
watching you running, watching you fucking, watching
you all the time until it's over. Four ladies'll be
providing commentary - Kirsty Gallacher and Lisa
Dergan from your batch, Cindy; Leeann Tweeden and
Gabby Logan from J-Lo's. Gabby works as a part-timer,
I hear - no UK branch for Lopez yet."
"Not ever," Cindy added with a faint sense of despair.
When Britney Spears had joined Cindy Inc., Cindy had
dreamt that something like this would happen. This
time, though...
"And those of us who can't chase you personally'll be
watching as well," Lachlan continued. "Starting in
about two hours and going on until there's just two of
you left - then the two of you go after each other.
The loser in the final battle gets $50 million..."
Holly let out a low whistle.
"The winner gets $100 million tax-free after she's had
sex with me and there's confirmation that she's
carrying a male child."
"You're mad," Sophie M said calmly.
"Am I? Would you rather it was 'Bumfights'? Now THAT'S
mad. Now go and get changed ladies - daddy's going
a-hunting..."
* * * * * * * * * *
The McMurdos had a large staff to wait on them; most
of them found at least one of the visitors on their
mind that night. None more so than Karen Vinton, a
pretty young English girl who'd been working as a maid
there for about a year.
Not overburded with brains but a very sweet and
friendly person, Karen had veered between boys and
girls for a while before settling on the fairer sex.
And now here she was, unable to sleep for knowledge of
how many examples of the fairer sex there were under
this roof. None more cunt-moisteningly sexy, as far as
she was concerned, as Angelina Jolie. She was so
strong and so hot - Karen had spent many nights
dreaming of being rescued by Angelina in Lara Croft
mode, and then being whisked away to be treated
lovingly in some exotic locale. Her right hand jerking
between her thighs, the lovely girl looked at the
door, wishing that it would open to reveal Angelina,
standing proud and naked, with those lips that Karen
was dying to feel over every inch of her body, and
those jugs that Karen just had to put her head
between. She even loved the tattoos.
Karen mentally willed Angelina to come to her, to beat
her, to cure her - anything she wanted. "Please
Angelina..." she begged in her mind. "I need you so
bad..." But she knew that she would never get into bed
with Angelina Jolie.
Which would just go to show how wrong people can be.
* * * * * * * * * *
Cindy Inc. and J-Lo's were the Springfield and
Shelbyville of brothels, each rivalling the other
endlessly; but they were both agreed on one thing.
There was a lot of money to be made on the result.
>From Martha Stewart at J-Lo's putting $1000 on
Angelina and Co winning, to Cindy Inc.'s Manuela
Arcuri pitching in over in the Italian branch, nearly
all the women had cash riding on who'd be riding
Lachlan McMurdo in the end, and many of the women from
either brothel were watching the event via streaming
video or PPV, even the ones not on duty. Nor were they
the only ones; those in the know in the outside world
were placing bets with bookmakers, all hush-hush of
course (the tabloids could NOT know about this - and
even if they did, the wives [and in some cases the
husbands] of the people betting couldn't).
Not that any of this made any difference to what was
happening on McMurdo Island, where the dawn was
starting to break. Along with the bedrest of the
ladies; Cindy and her women had been blasted out of
bed by a reveille over the mansion's PA system, and
were now dressed and standing at the edge of the
jungle, bright-eyed if not quite bushy-tailed. Ernest
McMurdo, Kirsty Gallacher and Lisa Dergan had joined
them to give them their instructions and a
sending-off, and Holly (who had been the bleariest)
was wincing at the commentators's relentless and LOUD
chirpiness.
"Well now, it's the moment you've all been waiting
for!" Kirsty told the camera. "The day we find out
whether one of these lovely ladies will get Lachlan
McMurdo's sperm, or whether it'll be one of those
losers from the other side... Cindy, how long do you
think it'll take for you and your fine women to catch
the skanks from hell?"
(J-Lo's Milla Jovovich flipped the bird at the
screen.)
"Well," Cindy replied, trying not to laugh at the lack
of balance, "it's a big island, and you shouldn't
count out the women we're up against... but we'll give
it all we've got."
"And that's quite a lot," Lisa added. "Lisa D and
Kirsty G signing off and handing over to the other
two..."
"Thanks, ladies," Gabby Logan said from the other side
of the jungle, where Angelina and the rest of Team
J-Lo would be starting off under the eyes of Madeleine
McMurdo. "Leeann Tweeden and I are here with the
Oscar-winning Catherine Zeta Jones and the
Oscar-winning and much younger - than Cindy," she
added hastily for CZJ's benefit, "Angelina Jolie. Now
we all know who's really going to win this, don't
you?"
("Yeah, us," Cindy Inc.'s Jessica Simpson told the
screen.)
"They haven't got a chance," Angelina asserted. "I
feel kinda jealous of that load of wimps; when we get
them they'll know what it's like to be fucked by the
very, very best."
"But of course, we'll be the real winners," Catherine
added.
"You know, I'd love to stay and chat, but Madeleine's
about ready to give you guys the final instructions,"
Leeann finished, as she and Gabby stepped back to let
the McMurdo matriarch take centre stage. Madeleine, in
her 70s but looking in her mid-50s ("Of course it's
down to plastic surgery, dear - I can afford it"), she
ran her eyes over the five waiting celebs. Secretly
she hoped Lachlan would wind up getting Sophie
Marceau; anybody would be better than that Welsh
egotist Jones. Catherine, not having any inkling of
what was going through her head, smiled at her.
"Right. Now here's how it's going to go... when I fire
this starters' pistol, you're all going to run into
the jungle and the clock will start. You and
Crawford's bunch will have an hour's start before me
and the girls come after you."
"You're allowed one weapon each," Ernest told Cindy
and Co., "which you'll find in your backpacks. You've
also got enough provisions to last one day, but after
that you're on our own if you haven't been caught by
then. You'll be on the guard for the opposing team as
well as us - if you catch a team member whoever makes
the other one come stays in the game and sets off the
beacon inside the loser's backpack; the loser has to
remain where she is until the chopper picks up the
signal."
("You'd better get used to waiting for the
helicopter," sniggered J-Lo's Nigella Lawson.)
"If you get caught by one of us," said Madeleine, "you
will be taken away immediately and the beacon set off,
unless you manage to fight us off. When there's one
person left on both sides the survivors will try and
track each other down for the jackpot. The loser will
get $50 million..."
"...the winner will receive $100 million; $50 million
on the spot, and the remainder after she's slept with
the boy Lachlan. If she should produce a male heir,
she will receive an additional $25 million on top of
that," Ernest finished.
"Worth it if we don't have to take care of the kid,"
Holly joked.
"You won't," Ernest assured her. "Now if we're all
clear..." He raised the starter's pistol and checked
his watch one last time, as Madeleine raised hers and
did the same.
"Good luck, and may the best team win."
("Don't worry, ours will," Cindy Inc.'s Linsey Dawn
McKenzie giggled as she watched in the UK.)
"And AWAYYY they go, on the way out Wacky Races!"
Leeann Tweeden laughed to the audience as the pistols
went off and ten women sprinted into the jungle,
starting the countdown for the pursuers...
* * * * * * * * * *
Exactly one hour later, both teams had covered a lot
of ground - they couldn't afford to stop for anything,
and they always had to be on their ground. For all
they knew, the McMurdos could be following them now.
"Too bad we don't have a map," Cindy muttered. "No
idea how big this island is... it might give us a hint
to when we'd run into their territory."
"We're all in the same boat," Sophie A pointed out,
walking as quickly and gingerly as she could - she was
a city girl at heart. "They don't know when they'll
find us, either."
"Yeah, when I get my hands on that George, I'll - "
"Close your mouth and open your eyes," Emmanuelle
interrupted Holly. "We've got two sets of people after
us now." Plus she liked the young Australian a lot
better when she wasn't talking.
"Three if you count those loud American women," Monica
added, pointing to the sky above. None of them needed
to look up to know that in addition to the countless
cameras dotted throughout the jungle, they were under
surveillance from above as well.
"You know, two of them are British," Sophie reminded
her.
"What's the difference?" Monica asked diffidently.
"By the way, how do you feel about being in two of the
most boring movies ever?" Sophie asked.
"At least I have enough talent to be in movies."
"I thought we were supposed to be on the same team!"
"I thought I would be with women with class instead of
a silly - "
"That's ENOUGH!" Cindy snapped, sharply turning to
face Anderton and Bellucci. "You want to fight, fight
the other women. Otherwise I'm setting you two up with
the Farrell brothers when we get back."
Sophie blanched at the threat, and even the implacable
Monica started. "You wouldn't..."
Cindy's glare said that she would. "Now keep it down;
God, I thought it would be Holly who'd be quarrelling.
At least you're learning, right Holly?"
No answer.
"Holly?" Cindy repeated, as the others looked around.
Holly Valance had been there a few moments ago; she
would have shouted something about going to relieve
herself, right? "HOLLY?!"
* * * * * * * * * *
Holly felt everything rush out of her with intense
relief. She never liked to go when there was an
audience, and she had been caught short so quickly
that she couldn't even wait to tell the others. She
knew there were rules, but Cindy was a nice person -
Holly knew she'd understand.
The stream of urine dribbled to a stop and the singer
got up, glad she hadn't needed to deposit what was
left of her last couple of meals as well. Holly
started to pull up her panties when she heard a slight
rustle... "Paranoid, Hol," she said to herself. "Just
a little rat or something." She listened a little
longer just in case - nothing.
Yeah, it was nothing. Holly's thoughts turned to
wondering if anyone was watching her like this on the
coverage -
"...and there he goes, making his move - he hid real
well, you got to give him that," Gabby said.
"Not bad for a guy thinking with his dick," Lisa
added.
"And he's all over Holly like ants on honey," Kirsty
continued. "She's fighting back, but he's bigger than
she is..." They could see that his pants were
unzipped, and it was out. "Oh my... MUCH bigger..."
("NOOOOOOO!" Laetitia Casta wailed in Italy with her
boyfriend, as Shannen Doherty started to dance with
delight.)
"Can we get a closeup of the guy's cock?... YES! You
are a STAR!" Gabby crowed as the camera managed to get
a closer look, just before the man pressed Holly onto
the green carpeting of the jungle. He had one hand on
her back, and the other against her crotch; he was
strong, but Holly was desperate to get away. Not that
she didn't know the rules; she knew she was going to
be fucked out - she just didn't want to be first.
"Can't we talk about this..." Holly got no further as
she was pulled around by her pursuer, her mouth forced
open. Holly had a quick glimpse at the gentleman's
sausage before he slipped it into her mouth; she
almost choked on the man's cock for a moment, before
she started to slurp on it, taking quick swallows of
air in between suckings. Holly massaged the meat with
her tongue and lips, taking her time; if she was going
to be eliminated, she might as well enjoy it.
"Now that is some good mouth action Holly's using
there," Leeann told the viewers. "Nice rhythm; and see
how she's playing with his balls for extra pleasure?"
"I'm sure she's had plenty of experience in sucking
cock before she joined Cindy Inc," Gabby added. "The
poor girl can't get work any other way. I hear that's
how you got that sports show gig, Lisa."
"Yeah, the tips you gave me on felching and bondage
worked great!" Lisa countered. "He said I was almost
as good as you..."
Holly had her hands around the man's cock now; it was
out of her mouth, and she was jerking on it, grinning
up at him and waiting for the shower. The man tugged
it down and shook as Holly thrust on it one last time,
and out came the stream, shooting all over Holly's
tender young tits and dripping off the nipples. She
pointed the prick up and jerked a little more, and
laughed with glee as some more come splattered her
cute little face. Holly tasted it; not bad, as semen
went. Nicer than her boyfriend's. The man himself,
meanwhile, had her down again...
"He really wants to get as much of her as he can
before that chopper comes, huh? Holy SHIT, he's got
his mouth in her muff!" Lisa shouted.
"He couldn't have waited until she washed?" Kirsty
groaned.
"That's Cindy Inc. girls for you," Leeann said.
"Always ready, always dirty... still, the guy doesn't
seem to mind." Indeed, the man was writhing around
between Holly's legs, his head moving around happily
inside her cunt, lapping around and cleaning it out.
And he was stretching his arms up and landing them on
Holly's jugs, grabbing them and squeezing them. They
were lovely, and Holly was forgetting where she was
for a moment; she loved it when men had their hands on
her body, or their tongues IN it. She groaned loud
enough for the sound equipment to pick up when his
tongue flicked her button; she was dying to feel his
meat go inside her... "Get up here..." she rasped, and
felt his tongue around her tits as he moved up her,
pussy all tingling and excited.
"Ohhh... oh damn this is gonna be so good..." Holly
gasped as she took her fighter and now lover in his
arms, and heard him say something as he kissed her
face and neck. When it sank in, she realised what was
about to happen. She loved sex, but...
"One down..." the hunter grinned, and drove his cock
deep inside, as Holly howled
"CINDYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Her cry cut through the jungle just as Cindy was
calling out for her again...
* * * * * * * * * *
Carter McMurdo zipped up his trousers as the hovering
helicopter lowered its rope ladder through the green
leafy roof of the jungle, while a deflowered and
glaring Holly Valance tugged resentfully at the cuffs.
She could hear a rustling in the back; her teammates
were coming, the same way she had been a few minutes
ago.
"Don't worry about it, Valance," Carter said. "If it
helps, I enjoyed it."
"That makes one of us," Holly said ruefully as they
took the rungs.
"Don't lie to me, miss."
Cindy and the others burst into the area just in time
to see the two be whisked up into the sky and hear the
chopper fly off. Like the man said, it was one down.
"Damn," Sophie muttered.
"Jennifer Lopez is probably watching and laughing
right now," Emmanuelle added. She was half right -
J-Lo was indeed watching, but she wasn't laughing;
because just before the chopper arrived, the viewers
had been taken to elsewhere in the jungle.
To the bank of a river, in fact. Where at that moment,
Catherine Zeta Jones was lying on her front, not out
of choice. She had been dragged away from the others
at the right moment (for her hunter, anyway), and had
been slugged when they arrived at the river's edge.
Catherine's woozy state had lasted long enough for her
black-clad attacker to get her down and undressed, and
by the time she realised what was happening, she was
feeling something long and hard sliding into her ass.
Whatever it was, it wasn't a cock; she'd had enough up
there to know. It was cold, hard metal. And it was
big. Big enough to cause the biggest pain in the ass
since her having to settle for a SUPPORTING Actress
Oscar.
Her pursuer hadn't left anything to chance; she had
been tightly bound in case the blow wore off, and
while Michael liked to tie her up as well he had never
strapped her down this tightly. Catherine started to
struggle, then felt her breath starting to cut off;
this freak had looped the rope around her wrists and
then looped it twice around her neck, so if she tried
to move any more she'd choke. She let her hands go
back to where they were. "I'll be good," she said, her
voice breaking.
Pleased with this turn of events, her hunter set off
the beacon and wedged the item deeper inside
Catherine's anus, before rolling her over. Catherine
gritted her teeth when she felt it core even deeper
into her butt, and also when she saw that her clothes
had been flung aside like they were discounted. From
K-Mart. But by that time her hunter had lifted up the
black hood covering her face, and kissed Cathy full on
the lips while driving her fingers into her Welsh
snatch. Patty McMurdo sighed in satisfaction as she
took Catherine, still afraid to move; she rubbed the
performer's puffy clit between her fingers and kissed
her over and over.
"That's what you get for leaving Cindy," Patty assured
her, and she reached behind her and pulled out the
thing that had been coring Catherine. "Don't scream
when you see this; I don't want to have to choke you."
Catherine, true to her word, didn't say a word when
Patty brandished her own Best Supporting Actress
Oscar. "Your maid was very cooperative," Patty cooed.
"You should give her a raise." She rolled over
Catherine again, the dirt building up on her body.
"The chopper should be here in a few minutes... let's
see if I can wrap this up until then."
Catherine's screams and wails as Patty rubbed the
Oscar with her own saliva and began to push it into
the Welsh woman's lovely behind only intensified when
she heard some familiar voices - Angelina and the
others had followed her, and they were coming... then
she found herself being drawn to the thrusting back
and forth of the golden naked man inside her asshole.
Better than a doorstop, maybe, but...
"Too late!" Patty called triumphantly as Melissa, who
was closest, ran towards them. "You know the rules -
don't get there in the first minute, she's lost!" And
she circled her arm around her captive's tits,
enjoying how firm they still were while the Oscar
pounded in and out of the gasping Catherine. "You
should have stayed at Cindy Inc, Mariette..."
"Ah... ah... ahhhh fuck you McMurdo... FUCK YOU!!!"
Catherine screamed as she felt herself moistening down
below, with Oscar's bald head touching her most secret
places as she came loudly and defiantly.
J-Lo was also screaming as the on-screen graphics
showed that the score was now 1-1. Catherine, on the
other hand, didn't say anything else as she and Patty
were airlifted out of the jungle, Patty waving at her
enemies, Angelina and the rest swearing back. "Don't
let Cindy win!" Catherine shouted. "There's still four
of you left...!"
* * * * * * * * * *
"There's still four of us left," Emmanuelle said
reassuringly, as they finished their lunch.
"Still not in our favour," Cindy pointed out. "God,
why did Holly have to go off like that...?"
"Do you like to go to the bathroom in front of
anyone?" Sophie asked reasonably.
Cindy saw her point. "Okay, but from now we go in
pairs. No one goes anywhere alone. And if anyone goes
with me, your eyes face away from me, okay?"
"The great Cindy Crawford, bashful," Monica laughed.
Cindy light-hearted gave Monica the bird, as a good
distance away Asia Argento crouched in a bush,
congratulating herself on her success so far. Her team
had all brought little receivers that made it easier
for them to keep in contact (though Patty, who knew
about them, had dumped Catherine's in a bird's nest,
making it harder for them to find her). Now Asia, with
Angelina's blessing, had gone off alone in a bid to
track down and take down one - any one - of Cindy's
women. Cindy's team had no idea that they had gotten
closer to the enemy, but Team J-Lo definitely did.
And now, Asia took another look through her
smuggled-in binoculars. Yes... all assembled. Cindy C,
that pensionable American clothes-hanger. Drug-addled
Sophie Anderton. Silly French hussy Emmanuelle Beart.
And... there she was. Asia hissed as she watched
Monica Bellucci strutting around while the others
finished their meal. Oh, she made her so SICK,
parading around in a thin T-shirt and shorts, playing
up to the cameras like she always did, wiggling that
big ass and probably hoping it would rain so those
Himalayan mountains she called her tits would really
show through the fabric. And she had the nerve to get
mad just because she, Asia Argento, called it like it
was?
"Tits and ass, Monica Bellucci," Asia breathed.
"That's all you are. And when I'm through with you,
you won't even be that. And I'll do it live as well."
She scuttled closer, watching her prey, and waiting
for the moment, patting the little pack she was
carrying. Inside were butt plugs, dildos, the lot -
something for every hole. Monica Bellucci was going to
plugged up tighter than Ashley Judd's ass when she was
done; and if Asia had to get a bit rough, all the
better.
Now Monica was practically on top of her. The slut had
no idea she was there. It was perfect.
Asia sprang.