Fan Servicing with Gal Gadot

The popular DC movie star from Israel sat down in the lonely office that she was led into, settling into the chair as comfortably as she could make herself. She noted the video camera present to the side, immediately assuming that this might have been some kind of interview room. The black couch behind her seemed a little creepy but out of professional respect, she ignored it as much as she could, waiting for whoever it was that called her to show up. She flown in during her vacation period where she had booked out to spend with her husband and children. She had spent too much time away from them as of late so this call was a bit of an inconvenience. However, they said that it was important and it had something to do with her career. She sat there in the quiet room, pulling out her phone to send a few messages to her family and letting them know that she might be late coming home.

Just she finished sending the text, there was a loud beeping sound from all around her. She winced from the sudden sonic vibrations. For the quick second that the sound blasted out without warning, she felt like her entire body was being assaulted by pins and needles. Beyond that, her muscles suddenly relaxed completely, limping uselessly into her chair. She dropped her phone and her purse, eyes staring weakly into space. Her thoughts went blank, as if she had been shot out into the clouds and completely surrounded by a mystical mist. That was all she could suddenly see, not even noticing the sound of the door opening and closing.

"Wow, it worked! She's fucking out!"

"Of course it did. We got all the other ones, didn't we?"

She barely felt the presence of people in the room. A shadow faded in and out in her vision, as if a hand had tested to see if she was awake. She was conscious, but she was not there, as if in a state of stasis. Her breathing was shallow and her head lolled backward against the headrest. The image of what looked like an ugly black man's face hovered over hers.

"Hello, Mrs Gadot. My name is Jim, and this here is Terence. We're from the Celebrity Fuckville community and we wanna discuss a little something about you. We know you're a real thirsty slut in there. You act like a princess on the red carpet, but we know you want your pussy to be fucked all day all night. Here's the deal. You have a lot of great fans out there that wanna stick their cocks in your sexy holes. You are gonna let them, and we know you're gonna love every single minute of it cause you love your fans. You will do anything they want cause that's what a hot celeb like you must do. Service your fans like the Fuckville celebrity you are."

The haze was clearing all around her. All she could hear were echoes of his words overriding any and all sensibilities that a upstanding woman like herself would do. She responds, parroting him in a weak tone, "Service my fans.... Do anything they want...."

"Good. If you understand, show us some titty."

She shamelessly pulled up her hands behind her back to undo the clasp of her dress, letting the fabric fall under her shoulders. Her tits jiggled free, prompting what sounded like a cheer and a whistle from somewhere to her left. Despite her immodesty, her lips creased into her gorgeous characteristic smile, even as she felt warm hands cup and play with her boobs.