Emily Blunt

She looks great, her body tight and toned wrapped in a short, tight blue dress that’s barely a dress with a neckline half way down to her belly button and a slit up to her waist.

She seems to enjoy being surrounded by the group of big, well hung men and seems to truly hate Brie Larson.

“Slut stole my role. Trust me, my audition tape was just as nasty as hers and I’m a better actor.”

You can’t help but wonder what was on that tape.

Emily goes on. “She thinks she’s gods gift to action movies just like she thinks she’s gods gift to this gala. She shows up every year and says she’s willing to do anything and me and the boys here are gonna price her wrong. Wanna join us?”

This is a level of depravity you didn’t expect from this place (well, so far everything has been a level of depravity you didn’t expect) but it’s impossible to turn down a personal offer from Emily Blunt.

So you and Emily and the guys head out of the Projection Room and up two flights of stairs to a hallway where there’s a long line. And you get in line.

“What’s this?” One of the guys asks.

“Is this the line to fuck Brie?” Another one follows.

“Trust me boys, what we’re going to do is worth the wait.” Emily has a glow of horny retribution in her eyes.

So you wait. Long. Too long. How many people are in this line? How many people is Brie fucking today? A couple of the guys depart. One of them leans over to whisper to you, annoyed “When she asked if we wanted to gang fuck a star until they were broken, I thought she meant herself.”

Emily can tell the guys are getting restless. She reaches over and wraps her hand around a big cock. Then the same with her other hand. She jerks for a few seconds, then switches to two different cocks, then two more. “C’mon boys, think about the things that we’re gonna do.” Eventually she gets to yours too. “Look at this cock.” She’s holding yours as she says it. She’s very turned on by the thought. “Its so long and hard I bet you could squeeze this up against Brie’s neck until she passed out. Then all all of you could wake her up by pounding your cocks across her face.” She closes her eyes and moans long, taking her hand off your meat to rub her thighs a bit. “Or if you wanted you could just hit her the old fashioned way.” She loves every second of this.

“Hey guys...” suddenly there’s a new voice. And you turn to see Elizabeth Olsen, looking quite amazing, her body built like a Greek goddess, clad in a teddy that shows more than a hint of her big nipples and trim blonde bush behind the lace, upstairs and down. Oddly she’s holding a bag of bottled water. “Just checking to see how long the line is for Brie.”

“Doing Brie’s dirty work this year?” Emily asks spitefully.

“There’s no shame in having a mentor.” Elizabeth responds.

“Shouldn’t you be offering us water after the fact, considering how crazy we’re going to get in there?” Emily says.

Elizabeth holds out a bottle. “These are in case anyone wants to piss all over her. She wants them to be ready. She doesn’t like wasting time. Anyone?”

Emily waves it off. “What about those?” She points to a pack of cigarettes that Elizabeth is holding too. “Aren’t those traditionally for after too?”

“These are in case anyone wants to make her into a human ash tray.”

Fuck, you think. Is there any perversion she’s not up for? And you’re not the only one thinking it.

One of the remaining guys throws his hands up. “This bitch is gonna like anything we do to her. This ain’t what you promised.”

“Trust me.” Emily says. The guys clearly don’t trust her.

Elizabeth rolls her eyes. “Well you’ve still got about a 45 minute wait.”

“Fuck this!” Another guy says. “I’m not gonna spend all night in line. I hear Kate Upton is licking assholes in one of these rooms.” He bolts. As do all the other guys.

You consider joining them, but Emily, still standing near you, reaches down and grabs your cock again.

“Stay.” She says. “You and I can fuck her up together. I’ll make it worth your while.”