At the mall and starry backdoors.

You open the door. The smell of clean floor and live grills **** you. As does the bustling noise.

"EVERYONE," you declare as a test. "TAKE OFF YOUR TOPS!"

Sheila looks to her mom. "Mom, take off your dress."

"Okay, dear."

You look to the side with unwieldy approval.

A girl is taking off her tight white shirt, untucking it from her jeans. A security guard is removing his vest and shirt. His pretty partner is quick to join him. As you pass them you approach a teen girl and her mother at the food court. Crumb-littered wrappings are on their table.

"You!"

"Yes?" Sheila hides behind a calm glare. She drops her shirt to the floor.

"Nice bra!"

"Screw you, you pervert," she covers her breasts, as does her mother, who also speaks up.

"Go away before I call security!"

You roll your eyes and snap your fingers. Suddenly the table is gone, along with it the cheap plastic wrap, as well as the entire food court. Looking around it is clear you're in a bedroom, heavily decorated and lavishly strewn. The mother and her daughter are covered in sparkly veils, accentuating their well-kept bodies to you, all of you upon a big queen bed adorned in expensive fabric and minerals.

"My sultan," they both bow their heads. Then suddenly they raise themselves, arms over them, and wiggle their bellies and buttocks. They go down once more, then back up again, like snakes, which make you smile. You keep one eye on their feet-pressed buttocks, which bulge nicely against their tight attire.

After a minute or so of this, you have enough. "Fuck each other."

The two women turn to each other and begin to make out.

You fuck them in their holes and leave cum up their wombs before going out the door and landing, after thinking about it, in a Hollywood set. A set of scaffolds are being moved on a large dolly. Some celebrities are being applied make up on a chair, next to a rack of clothes. All outdoors. You go over and see the pretty redhead Jessica Chastain on one, hands in her lap as a brush was dabbed about her cheek. You liked her in that Navy movie.

"Hi," you don't bother to keep your gaze on her eyes, instead looking at her cleavage which her neckline dips decently into.

"Hello," she replies. Sizing you up, she asks with a set of wonderful eyelashes, "Who are you?"

The question doesn't interest you. There's always time to talk. This wasn't it. Without saying a word you snap your fingers. Blinking, Jessica Chastain goes to the ground, draws her hair over her ear, then flips her dress up her ass, caressing it under her passionately explorative hand.

"Actually, never mind," she smiles conversationally. She slaps her ass, looking at you with ordinary regard then asks, "Can you fuck my hot white pussy instead?"

You feign alarm. "I didn't know you were such a slut!"

She looks down for a moment, then shrugs. "Lots of people don't know anyone."

Without further comment you grab her hips and impale her vagina with your cock which burst out of your pants. She instantly hisses then laughs out in pleasure.

"Oh my!" Her vocalizations keep going. "That's great. That's just fantastic! Ugh! Uhm! Yes!"

Your eye suddenly catches the silhouette of the figure above you two, and you see the make-up woman nodding, non-contesting in her fitting black suit and heels. "Agreed. This is a great backstage warm up for you, Ms. Chastain."

In a few seconds, after a quick leer, she has the idea to take off her heels and the rest of her heavy, lame clothes and make Jessica Chastain eat her out. She strips off her trousers and dress shirt. Once she's in her underwear, she tosses her clothes away and goes to the redhead currently receiving the fucking of her life to carry it out. You grimace a bit at some blemishes across her skin.

"Be twice as pretty as you are now!" you shout at her.

Then the blemishes, handles, and other imperfections vanish from her body. A very cute, tight bodied and naked woman now stands at her place, smiling as she crouches and presents her trimmed, lovely cunt lips to the celebrity you were thrusting your rod in. Jessica smiles understandingly. Then she sticks out her tongue, leans forward, and begins lapping at her make-up assistant's pussy.

"I'm cumming!" you grunt. "Have my babies and make sure their twins and name them Connie and Senna!"

Removing her tongue from her assistant, she mewls a bit, feeling your warm spunk dressing her pussy, then nods. "Connie and Senna. Twins." She smiles, her breath pushing a strand of hair from her lips. "Sounds so perfect. Thank you, sir, for giving me this blessing, and fucking me in the middle of my make-up application without warning. I would've been such a bitch if I said no."

You zip up your pants, the hole from the earlier tear re-sewing itself. Tucking your foot-long WMD back over your leg you say, "Not a problem, Jessica. It was my pleasure." Then you turn to walk away.

"Can you fuck me again some time?!"

She crawls after you squeezing her cum-dripping legs as you jump up and fly into the sky, already up and away, leaving her in a reverent, but pining, pout.

Up in the air, you take a deep theatrical breath. A moment of serenity washes over you, and you observe the skyline sprawled under your line of sight. It looks like a picture you saw once, a really soothing watercolor, in a train station.

"Caww, caw!"

You look up, passing through a flock of birds. At your passage, they neatly disperse to make way for you. You have your fill of airborne cliches. Returning to the ground you land safely, without a scratch.