Message-ID: <20611eli$9903170430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MichaelD38@aol.com Subject: Celestial RP: {MichaelD} "Stroke Story" (celeb, satire) (2/2) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: ************************************************* Stroke Story Copyright 1999 by MichaelD38@aol.com Free redistribution permitted, no commercial use without authorization. ************************************************* IV. When I got home, Sy's gopher had dropped the Jane Austen thing off on my doorstep. I got a beer out of the kitchen and went out the deck to read it. Christ, what was Sy smoking when he sent me this? Did he think I was Hugh fucking Grant? I grabbed the phone and called him. "Jesus, Sy, what is this shit? You know I don't do accents. And I don't even show up until thirty pages into the fucking thing." "They don't care about accents. They just want a name. And you're gonna do this. You want me to tell you why?" "Why?" "Because they're about to sign Angelina Jolie for the lead." "Oh." Sy had no doubt remembered my drooling over that thing she'd done for HBO this spring. Goddamn, the eyes that chick had made me stiff. "'Oh' is right. I swear to God, you're so fucking predictable. You want me to set up a meeting or just tell them you'll do it?" "What the fuck? Set up a meeting. Let's get lunch out of it." "Okay. I'll call them right now." "Money." "Right. This is an indie thing, you won't be getting studio money. Probably three or four, tops. But there's a love scene toward the end, or did you even get that far?" "I saw it." "Okay. Let me worry about the money. That's what you pay me for, remember?" "Yeah. Good work, Sy." "Yeah, yeah. Thank me when you get nominated for this." "Right. Hey, I meant to ask you--whatever happened to that friend of my niece's?" "Karin? I called someone I know over at Elite. They liked her pictures, so I sent her over there. Last I heard they were about to sign her." My niece Brittany had a friend who was trying to break into modeling, so I asked Sy to give her some help. This chick was prime material, believe me--had she not been sixteen and my niece's friend, I might have been tempted--so I wasn't too surprised to hear that Elite had snapped her up. "Thanks, Sy. Catch you later." I decided to get some sun after that, so I stripped out of my clothes and stretched out on the deck. The railing on my deck is screened, so nobody down on the beach was going to see me, not that I cared much. I don't know what Brad Pitt got so bent out of shape about with those pictures of him in the tabloids. The "Enquirer" sometimes sent helicopters over Malibu to spy on the various stars' homes, mine included, so I might show up one day. But hey, you want a picture of my dick? Go right ahead. Half the chicks in town have seen it already. Ben Affleck called me just after six. "Hey man, me and Matt are going to Morton's for dinner if you wanna swing by." "Oh, fuck that. I go to Morton's I got to say hello to fifteen different people before I even sit down." "Well, we're going to be there, then maybe head out drinking afterwards." "Eh, maybe I'll drop by. What time you think?" "Call it nine." "Okay. Don't wait up if I don't show." He laughed. "Never." By eight o'clock, I'd changed my mind and decided to meet them. I'd met Matt on that movie I mentioned earlier, and hung out with him and Ben a few times since. I changed into something presentable and went down to the garage. I took the Maranello this time, since I was going out. When I pulled up to Morton's, three different people took my picture. I grinned, flashing them a peace sign. The crowd of mortals waiting to get a table parted as I approached, and the maitre d' nodded at me. "Good evening, Mr. MacDonald. Mr. Affleck and Mr. Damon are in front, by the window." He pointed them out and I made my way over there. As I had feared, I had to stop and say hello to half a dozen industry people on the way over. Gus van Sant was there with his entourage, as was Tori Spelling. I had never liked her, but her dad was one of the Olympians in this town, so I had to make nice like everyone else. Love ya, mean it, catch you later, yadda yadda yadda. Eventually I got to the table. I shook hands with the two of them and sat down. "Hey, good to see you." "How's work?" Ben asked. "Ah, Sy's got me lined up for this Bruckheimer project, probably with Peta Wilson. They're calling it 'Lethal Weapon' with chicks. How about you two?" "We're working on a couple of scripts. Nothing complete yet, though." Ever since that Oscar they'd won, these two were as in demand as screenwriters as they were as actors. They told me a little about it before the waiter appeared. "What can I get you?" I waved off the menu he held. "A rum and coke and a steak. New York strip or whatever it is you've got back there, rare, fries." He nodded and left. We yakked aimlessly about work for a while, and I told them about meeting Amber that afternoon, though not about banging her. I liked these two, and there was no sense in alienating them by bragging. Tori Spelling came over as she and her group left, and we pretended to flirt with her for a few minutes. Matt's and Ben's careers were slightly less established than mine, so they had less choice about it than I did. Finally she left. I figured one of these days I had to get her into bed, just to show her I could do it. V. We left around ten-thirty and headed to the Viper Room. We talked to Johnny Depp for a little while, then Matt and Ben wanted to head somewhere else. I decided to let them go, and told them I'd catch them again some other time. I saw Leo again--Jesus Christ, twice in one day, I've got to find some other places to hang out--holding court with his entourage, a half dozen honeys around them. Leo's got almost as much of a reputation as a lothario as I do, but according to some people, it's just a dodge. The real dirt--and you didn't fucking hear this from me, okay?--is that Leo is really playing the other side of the fence, and all this carousing about town is nothing but a clever smoke screen. But then, they've been saying the same thing about Tom Cruise for years, and the poor sap has been married twice. So who knows? Not that I give a shit, mind you. I was at the bar a little while later when I spotted this blonde chick watching me a few yards down. She was about five-nine, big tits, long straight hair, very cute, wearing a tight white sleeveless dress. I winked at her, and she slowly moved down the bar toward me. "Hey." "Hi." "What's your name?" "Cindy." "With an 'i' or a 'y?'" "A 'y.' I hate people who spell their names like that." "Me too. I met this chick last night named Stayci. S-t-a-y-c- i." She laughed nervously. "That's so stupid." I looked a little closer at her. Blue eyes and blonde eyebrows. She held my gaze for only a second or two before looking away in embarrassment. I reached out to her forehead and wrapped a thin lock of her hair around my index finger, pulling it back loosely. She watched me do it, eyes widening, but didn't stop me. "This is natural, isn't it?" "Almost. I lighten it a little." "I like it." "Thanks." She brushed the strand I'd pulled back over her head, then arranged the rest of her hair self-consciously. "What do you do, Cindy?" "I'm a model. Mostly swimsuit stuff, but I'm trying to get other work." "Done any lingerie?" "Some." "You've got the body for it." "Thanks." "No thought of acting?" "I've auditioned, but so far, no." "What for?" "Commercials." "Huh. You come here a lot? I haven't seen you here before." "A couple of times. I saw you once. I just couldn't work up the guts to talk to you." I grinned. "Can't get too far being shy in this town." "Yeah. I should try harder." She pursed her lips, looking down at the bar, then glanced back up at me. "Um, don't take this the wrong way, but I've heard a lot about you." "Like what?" "That you're quite a player. With the girls, I mean." "Whatever you've heard is nothing to the reality of it, I bet." She smiled. "Really?" "Really." "I read somewhere that you were dating Gwynneth Paltrow." "I met her once. That's it. Not my type. She's too skinny for me." She smiled again, tossing her hair back. "You don't like skinny girls?" "Not that skinny. She's a rail." I looked her over briefly to let her know what I meant. A flush began to spread over her chest, then her neck. If she was wearing a bra, it was a thin one, because I could see her nipples straining against her dress. I glanced down at her drink. "You need a refill?" "Sure." I waved the bartender over, and got her another rum and coke. "Thanks." She lowered her eyes, squirming. "So, what do I have to do to work this off?" "Show me your panties." Her eyebrows went up. "What?" I leaned over, lowering my voice. "Take off your panties. I want to see them." Her eyes bulged, and she looked around, blushing. "What, right here?" "It's crowded. No one's paying attention. If you're careful, nobody will see." She glanced around us again, breathing rapidly. Then she closed her eyes and pressed up against the bar. "Get behind me," she whispered. I stepped around in back of her, leaning forward with my arms on either side of her. I watched the other patrons around us, and indeed no one was really paying attention. I looked down, seeing Cindy pull the front of her dress up a little and hook a finger into the waistband of her panties. I laid a hand on her butt, feeling them slide down under the fabric. I looked around again. No one had seen us. I leaned forward and laid a wet kiss on her neck, and she tensed up as she stepped out of her drawers. I slid the hand on her butt around in front, reaching up between her thighs with my middle finger. Although I heard her gasp softly when I did it, she didn't move and didn't stop me. She was wet already, and I dragged my finger slowly forward, between her bald labia and across her clit before withdrawing. Then I leaned back against the bar as if nothing had happened. She was still facing the bar, eyes closed, breathing heavily, one hand wrapped tightly around her panties, trying to hide them. She took a deep breath and turned back to me, handing me the wadded ball of lace as she exhaled. "There. Oh, God." She laughed nervously, pulling the hem of her dress down. I examined her panties discreetly--they were noticeably damp--then slipped them into the front pocket of my jeans. "A thong. Nice." "Thanks." She was flushed from head to toe now, nipples about to pop through the fabric of her dress. "You're not wearing a bra, are you?" "No. I'm naked under this thing now, thanks to you." I grinned. "You here by yourself, Cindy?" "I came with my roommate. But I could ditch her." "Where is she?" "Over there." She pointed to a brunette about twenty feet away, talking to some other bar hounds. She was shorter, smaller tits, but still very cute, wearing black jeans and a black leather vest top, laced tightly together in front. "Why don't you go get her?" Uncertainty flashed over her face for a second, but she went. I watched her go, watched her roommate look over at me, eyes widening. They returned a moment later. "This is Rebecca." I shook her hand. "Nice to meet you." "You, too." "Look. I was about to take off. But if you two want to come back with me, you're welcome." They glanced at each other. Cindy grabbed Rebecca's arm. "Just a second, okay?" "Sure." She pulled Rebecca backwards and they whispered for a few seconds, glancing at me. "Um ,we'd love to," Cindy said, "but Rebecca has her car here." "Why don't you two just follow me?" Another glance. "Okay." This was how I usually did it, rather than driving them home myself. This way they felt more in control of the situation, and didn't have to call a cab the next morning (which some chicks tended to get uppity about, wanting me to drive them home). I led them out, getting my Ferrari from the valet as they got Rebecca's car. When they pulled up behind me, I left. VI. I followed Sunset all the way to the beach, keeping an eye on the rear view mirror. They stayed closely behind, even when I got out onto PCH and sped up to see how badly they wanted to come home with me. When I got back to Malibu, they pulled in behind me, parking in the driveway as I pulled into the garage. I let them inside, and they looked around nervously. "This is pretty nice," Cindy said. "Thanks." "Do you go out on the beach a lot?" "Rarely. It's hard to do without attracting a crowd. Mostly I hang out on the deck." I led them out there, opening the door and leaning against the railing. Cindy noticed the Jacuzzi, and went over to examine it. I grinned at her. "Want to take a dip?" More glances. "I don't have a suit." "Nobody's going to see you." They glanced at each other again, repressing grins. "Okay." I went behind her to the control box and turned the thing on. "Let me get something to drink. Go ahead and get in." I went inside to the kitchen, looking back once to see them undressing. I pulled a bottle of Crystal out of the fridge (I keep several chilled for occasions like this) and found some glasses. When I returned, they were both in the water, naked and floating around. I opened the champagne and poured them each a glass, then undressed. They tried not to watch me, but I could tell there were doing it anyway. I climbed in and settled into the water across from them. "I've never done this before," Rebecca said nervously. "Gone into a Jacuzzi naked, I mean." "I have," Cindy said. "When?" "A while ago. I was skiing." I could see Cindy's tits in the light from the Jacuzzi, but not much else. Rebecca was down too far to see anything. I tossed back my glass of champagne. "Where'd you go skiing?" I asked. "Mammoth." "I've been there." "I guess you go skiing in Vail and Aspen, though, right?" Rebecca said. "I'm not really into that scene. I go skiing, I want to ski, not schmooze. I do enough of that here." "Are you doing anything now?" Cindy said. "Movies?" "Yeah." "I'm probably doing Jerry Bruckheimer's next project. Like 'Lethal Weapon,' but with a girl instead of a black guy." "Who's going to play her?" "Peta Wilson, maybe." "Who's she?" Rebecca asked. "She's that girl on 'La Femme Nikita,' on USA," Cindy said. "Right." "Oh. She's pretty." "Do you know her?" Cindy asked. "Nope. Never even met her." I poured myself another glass of champagne, then noticed that Cindy had floated out to the middle of the spa. She smiled at me, and came closer, pressing herself against me. I slipped my arms around her waist, feeling her tits pressing against my chest, and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, floating with me. When I withdrew a moment later, I looked over at Rebecca, who was watching us, eyes wide. I held out my hand, and she took it, floating up to us. I leaned over and kissed her as I had Cindy. She was somewhat more hesitant, but didn't stop me when I pulled her against us. They both held onto me as I fondled them, feeling random tits and pussies. Rebecca had firm little breasts, but Cindy, as I had suspected, had implants, though they were good ones. Other than a little patch of blonde fleece above her clit, Cindy was shaved--most swimsuit models I'd met were--but Rebecca was not. I played with them both at once as they sucked on my mouth and neck, moaning. Someone's hand--I thought it was Cindy's--found my cock and began pulling on it. I kissed them alternately, moving back and forth between them, getting them to kiss me both at once. Then I pulled back a little, putting my hand on the back of Cindy's neck, pushing her toward Rebecca. "Kiss her," I said softly. She hesitated for only a second, before pressing her lips gently against Rebecca's. Rebecca squeaked once in surprise, glancing at me, then closed her eyes, going limp in shock. I slid my hand up Rebecca's back, holding her close to us as I held Cindy's neck. They kissed weakly, nothing beyond rubbing their lips together. I let them withdraw. Both of them were breathing hard, Rebecca more than Cindy. I kissed one, then the other, pulling them close to me. Cindy reached down, grabbing my dick again and squeezing it tightly. She leaned in against my ear, still breathing hard. "You want me to do it with her," she whispered weakly, "don't you?" "Only if you want to." "Oh, God. I've never done anything like that before. I'm not gay." "It's okay. No harm in trying." She squeezed my dick again, and moved slowly around in front of me. I saw her other hand come up, resting on Rebecca's arm. I pulled Rebecca to me, kissing her again, then moving down to her neck. I felt Cindy pressing against us, moving closer. She kept her hand on my cock, stroking it. Rebecca tensed up again, and she gasped in my ear. I looked around to see Cindy kissing the other side of her neck, moving upward. Rebecca went limp and hung against my arm. I withdrew a little, arms on both of their backs, as Cindy finally kissed her again. This time she was more forceful, using her tongue as Rebecca remained still and passive. I moved the hand on Cindy's back down between us, then up between Rebecca's legs. I stroked her gently as Cindy kissed her. Rebecca did nothing, but neither did she stop us. I floated around behind her, holding her, reaching up to fondle her breasts. Cindy had moved in closer as I withdrew, and I felt her hands coming to rest on Rebecca's waist. Still Rebecca hung between us, scarcely moving at all. I pulled Rebecca up slightly, letting my stiff cock pass between her thighs. Then I took one of Cindy's hands and guided it down to where my cock was just resting against Rebecca's mound. She felt around gingerly, then took my cock and pushed it into Rebecca. Rebecca gasped, leaning back against me. I slid one arm around her waist and one around her chest, lifting her up as I thrust into her from behind. Cindy moved in closer, putting her head on Rebecca's shoulder, pressing their breasts together. Her hand remained where Rebecca and I were joined, stroking and exploring. Rebecca finally came to life, twisting around to kiss me. Her arms came up, wrapping around Cindy. I stroked in and out of her slowly. Whatever her reservations about bisexuality, she was getting very hot very fast. She began to twitch in my arms, crying out with each thrust. Cindy was masturbating gently her as I fucked her, kissing Rebecca's neck. A minute more of this had Rebecca thrashing in orgasm between us. I let her coast down and withdrew, floating around to Cindy. Rebecca pressed herself against me, still gasping for breath. She hugged me tightly from behind, biting at my neck as I kissed and fondled her roommate. Cindy reached down between us, guiding my cock into her. I pulled her up, letting her settle on to me. Both of them held tightly on to me, moaning softly. I twisted around to kiss Rebecca. "You don't need to stay back there." She regarded me timidly for a moment. "What do you want me to do?" "Sit up on the edge of the Jacuzzi." "Why?" "You'll see." She let go of me, backing up and lifting herself out. I pushed Cindy away, moving her around in front of Rebecca. I held her from behind, holding her tits in my hands, and whispered into her ear. "Now is when I want you to do her. Are you up to it?" She closed her eyes, breathing hard. "I'll try." I slipped myself between her buttocks, sliding into her. She leaned forward against Rebecca, who closed her eyes and held Cindy's head. Cindy kissed her way down Rebecca's body, finally settling between her thighs. Rebecca gasped, teeth clenched. Her hands went to fists in Cindy's hair. I fucked Cindy from behind, watching her head moving around in Rebecca's crotch. Rebecca was whimpering now, seemingly on the verge of tears, but she held Cindy's head close to her. I leaned around to get a better view. Cindy's eyes were closed, and she simply licked gently back and forth around Rebecca's clit. Rebecca began to convulse, abdomen heaving, and Cindy licked faster. A long feline cry escaped Rebecca's lips, and she threw herself backward onto the deck. "Oh! Oh, God!" She mashed Cindy's face against her crotch, not letting her withdraw as she thrashed around. Cindy kept licking frantically, and I finally felt myself getting close. I reached around, finding her clit, and stroked it roughly. As Rebecca erupted into another orgasm, Cindy began to beat herself back at me, crying out. When I felt her begin to spasm around me, I let loose, squirting off deeply inside her. As we all coasted down, Rebecca pulled Cindy up, kissing her deeply. They embraced as I pressed against Cindy from behind. "Want to go inside?" Cindy nodded weakly. Rebecca hung her head back, breathing hard. I withdrew and climbed out of the spa, gathering up the champagne. Rebecca and Cindy got to their feet and followed me into the bedroom. I found some towels and we dried off. Cindy and Rebecca both seemed tense, not looking at each other or at me. I took them both in my arms. "Hey. Relax. This is just for fun. It doesn't mean anything you don't want it to." Cindy nodded. "I know." "Let's go to bed." They climbed into bed with me, one on either side. I poured some more champagne, and they drank it as they tried to catch their breath. We lay together for a while, resting and playing. I went down on both of them a bit later, Cindy, then Rebecca. The one who wasn't getting serviced just lay and watched. I didn't push it, figuring I had gotten enough lesbian action out of them. Then they sucked another erection out of me, and I fucked them alternately for another half- hour. Afterward, I went out on my deck with the bottle of champagne and had a cigarette. I looked down at the surf, watching the flashing phosphorescence of the waves. I leaned against the deck, my dick just below the railing. Far off to the south, I could see the glowing lights of L.A. Paradise. I took a swig of champagne. I wanted to laugh. I loved this town. Why shouldn't I? Where else could I possibly boff six different chicks in one day? I felt hands on my waist, plump breasts against my back. Cindy leaned against me, biting at my shoulder, hugging me. "Hey," I said. "Hi." "You have fun?" "Yeah." I held the cig up to my shoulder, and she took a drag. "Don't let the thing with Rebecca throw you. Everyone should let loose every now and then. Doesn't mean you're anything other than what you want to be." "It's okay." She kissed my neck, letting the smoke swirl around us as she exhaled. "Do you do this a lot?" she asked softly. "Turn straight girls bi-?" I chuckled. "Sometimes." She kissed me again, up by my ear. "Come back to bed. I'll fuck Rebecca again, if you want me to." I grinned. What could I say? When you're hot, you're hot. And let me tell you, stroking your cock is nothing to stroking your ego. I should know, eh? I've got the biggest one in town. Trust me on that one, baby. THE END ************************************************* Stroke Story Copyright 1999 by MichaelD38@aol.com Free redistribution permitted, no commercial use without authorization. ************************************************* -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----