Kristen Bell

It actually takes you a moment to process. And Kristen can see you trying to take her in and make sense of it.

You clear your throat. “Sorry... I didn’t recognize... I mean...”

She smiles. “You never imagined this is what I looked like under my clothes.”

You stand up, regaining composure. “Yes. That.”

“How much time have you spent imagining what I look like under my clothes?”

For a second you feel accused. There’s an awkward silence between you. Then she sticks out her tongue and pokes the top of your arm with two fingers. She seems just as goofy and playful as you’ve imagined. Even with her sweet face splattered with cum.

“But seriously, why do you want to go to the Pleasure Room?” This inquiry does seem genuine.

“I think my girlfriend might be there.” You realize how crazy all this sounds. Then again you’re in the middle of a massive orgy for the rich and famous. What isn’t crazy? “That’s what Natalie said... maybe?”

“Uh-oh. You ran into Natalie Portman?” Kristen seems to know enough the know what happened. “And she did a number on your girl, right?”

You nod.

“And you helped because we’re all gettin’ freaky in here, right? Now you need to fix it?”

You wince and nod. She’s got it figured out. You realize that you’re not the first.

“If your girlfriend is lucky, someone whisked her away to the Pleasure Room. And if Natalie seems to think so, let’s give it a try.”

You follow Kristen, staring at her naked ass as she walks a foot in front of you.

You go up a flight of stairs, down a hall, and she opens a door for you. You try to step in, but she stops you.

“Hold up champ. No men allowed.” She shrugs as if to suggest “too bad” then she explains more. “The pleasure room is provided by women for women who have gotten in a little too deep in this place. Or maybe have had things get a little too deep in them, if you know what I’m saying. This is a place for us to nurture each other back to wellness through pure pleasure.”

You look into the room. And what you see, indeed, is dozens of women eating out other women. Lots of flesh. Lots of moaning and purring. Lots of writhing in happiness.

You see a lot of unfamiliar faces. Probably newbies like Becca who got used hard and fast. You’re not sure if any of the women whose faces are buried between their thighs are celebrities. Although you see one come up for air and recognize Evangeline Lilly as she smiles at the girl she’s licking up, then goes back for more.

You see Yvonne Strahovski sitting against a wall, legs open, between them Alexis Bledel, nestled between them facing the same direction, both of hers and both of Yvonne’s hands, rubbing hard at her spread slit.

As you watch, taking it all in, cock impossibly hard, Rose Byrne walks by, her face drenched in glistening juices. She gives you a look as if to suggest you better not step foot into the room.

“Do you see your girlfriend from here?” Kristen asks.

And you do. There’s Becca, looking like she’s enjoying herself, reclining on a beanbag chair, her legs spread, and a shapely girl going to town between them. You can’t tell who exactly.

You nod and point to her.

Kristen smiles. “She’s very pretty. Actor or Singer?”

“Um, actor. Trying to be.”

“Wanna have some fun?” Kristen asks. And of course you do. “I’ll take her under my wing. Show her the right connections. Eve teach her how to be sweet on the outside and filthy on the inside.”

Damn. This evening is a mix of insanity. From Natalie’s debauchery to this. Your emotions are all over the place. You can’t wait to let Becca know. Of course you can’t enter the room.

You’re about to say something when Kristen adds the catch...