It's a BDSM orgy

"See, I've been watching orgy pornos" Olivia says. You wonder how many other stores she's visited to get these. You wonder if they've been turning her on. If she's actually participating in one, the concept must. "And they're not really... they don't really apply."

You give her a quizzical look. What on earth does she mean?

"Well, the videos I've watched are all just bunches of horny naked people fucking" She smirks. You nod, still disbelieving that you're having this conversation. "The one I'm going to," she continues, "is more of a submission, bondage, humiliation type thing." She gives you kind of an embarrassed shrug, as if to say 'what can I do?'

"Who's the one getting humiliated?" you ask, though you suppose you have no real business to ask. You still do. You still want to know. You still wonder if the answer is...

"Who do you think?" She says.

You take a deep breath. You know more about her sex life, or at least her upcoming sex life, than some normal schlub in your position should possibly know. And still you want more details.

"Why did you agree to it?" you ask.

"Well...." she takes a deep breath. "You know the X-Men movies?"

You nod. You love the X-Men movies. You've seen all of them.

"You know I'm in one?" She says. You did not. But you think that's a pretty good break for her, being in a big blockbuster. She'd be perfect as Psylocke. "I'm playing Psylocke." She says. "But anyway, there's kind of a hazing for new actresses in the franchise. They've all done it."

"All of them?" You interrupt her. She nods. "Hallie Berry?" She nods. "Ellen Page?" She nods. "Jennifer Lawrence?"

"Jennifer?" She says, "I wouldn't be surprised if she wanted to do it twice. Trust me, that one is always horny?"

Your head spins with every new revelation. You don't know how much to pursue. "Really?"

"Oh yeah, she's always talking about fucking, She asked me to eat her out like three times."

"Damn. Did you?"

"No. No.... I mean, maybe I fingered her a little." She shrugs.

You wonder if this is what it's always like in the world of beautiful Hollywood people. "Is this what it's always like for beautiful Hollywood people?" You ask.

"Pretty much yeah." She shrugs, her shoes still squeaking on the floor, nervously, "But anyway, she said it didn't matter because she'd make me lick all of her holes when it was my turn to 'be the mutant.' That's what they call it I guess."

"And you want to do this?" You ask.

"Well.... yeah... kinda desperately. I'm just.... nervous. Which is why I need you to ignore your huge erection and help me out."

You wonder, how did she know what was going on between your legs. Then you realize, how could she not know. No man could hear the things you've just heard and not have a mental image that made their dick impossibly hard.

But you think you should do the right thing. You should try to ignore your raging hardon, and help her. So part of you is being genuine when you tell her this, but part of you knows it might get you alone in the back room with Olivia. "You don't need one of our DVDs" you say. She looks at you quizzically. "You need something like Kink dot com"

Olivia still looks quizzically.

"There's a computer in the break room. Do you want to see?" You ask.

"Will you get in trouble for looking at porn while at work?" She asks. You give her a look like she can't be serious. She isn't. She giggles. Innocently. You never would have taken Olivia Munn, geekdom's favorite sexpot, as a giggler. "I'm kidding." She says. "Show me."

So you do. You walk her into the break room, just you and her. You fire up the computer and load up a video for Kink. And you watch it, not the porn playing in front of you, but you watch Olivia watching the porn. You want to see her face as she watches a petite little blonde first profess how much she's turned on by what's about to happen. Then a group of men and women lead her down a street on a leash, and pull her by her long hair into a bar, where they throw her up on a pool table, strip her, fist her, shove their cocks in her, penetrate her with a pool cue, skull fuck her, shock her, slap her hard and harder, pin a clothes pin to her nipple and pull it off, squirt on her, spit on her, make her beg to cum, deny her, then finally allow her but only if she licks her own mess off the pool table when she's done.

And you're so busy watching Olivia's wide eyes as she takes it all in, you almost having noticed that she's panting pretty hard, and her right hand is squeezing, almost groping her heaving right breast.

She slowly turns her head over to you. "How do you know they'll do this to me?" She asks, looking more **** than you could ever have imagined her being,

"I don't. I just figure, you should see it so you're prepared."

Olivia nods her head, her hand still on her tit.

"Do you regret agreeing to it?" You ask.

Olivia shakes her head no.

"You liked it?"

Olivia nods her head yes.

"Do you feel prepared?"

Olivia shakes her head no.

"Well, there's lots more videos to watch if that'll help. We actually kinda have a subscription to it here..."

"No." Olivia quietly interrupts you.

"No?"

"No. Fuck that. You help prepare me."

You try to suppress a smile. You don't want to look dorky. But still this was what you'd been hoping for. Of course, you couldn't have expected Olivia to react in such a quiet, intense, totally turned on way. And something about her eagerness turns you on. So you decide to milk it a little.

"Are you sure?" You ask.

"Fuck yes" She says "They told me not to fuck for two months to prepare for this. And I am fucking horny." She looks at you out of the tops of her eyes. Her face is flush. Her breasts heave. She wants it as much as any woman who's ever looked at you.

"But if they find out you broke their rules..."

"They'll punish me even harder. And that's what I want. When they spread my legs I want them to see that I've been used. When Jennifer Lawrence eats my holes, I want her to taste a stranger's cum. So do it." She says that last part through gritted teeth. And you're shocked how quickly she's transitioned from nervous, to overwhelmed, to horny, to wild.

So you take a step toward her, intending to take her. And in response she cowers away from you.

You pause. "This won't work if you're scared."

She smiles. "I'm not scared. I'm an actor. I'm acting scared."

"Why?"

"Because it turns you on!" She reaches over, grabs and squeezes the bulge in your pants. "You want to submissivize me? It won't work if I'm not scared. In fact, you should be doing something about the fact that I'm giving you lip right now."