Look For Alison

You decide that it might be best to avoid Michael Day in future. You wander off and find Alison Brie’s trailer, but the call sheet says she’s filming all day. With nothing better to do you wait for her.

Night falls and finally she appears, looking stunning in a skin-tight rubber cat-suit that leaves nothing to the imagination. Her nipples are clearly protruding and she has a killer camel-toe happening as well.

Alison sees you waiting and suddenly bursts into tears. “Oh my god, John! It’s a living hell!” she cries.

She invites you into her trailer. “What a horrible day. I can’t move in this fucking suit so I couldn’t do the fight properly, and Michael just got madder and madder. Now they have to do it all by computer! And it’s so late that wardrobe left for the night and there’s no-one to get me out of this rotten thing!”

It seems like Alison Brie wants you to help her get out of her rubber cat-suit. You approve of this development.

You find a zipper at the back but it only goes down a short way, being designed to be hidden by her hair. With the zipper undone you grab a sleeve and pull. It barely moves.

“Get it off me!” wails Alison, starting to panic from intense claustrophobia.

With all your strength you grab the front of the suit and pull down. Her tits spring free, wet and shiny with sweat. You manage to free her arms by tugging hard with your foot braced against the trailer wall. You are both panting with exertion, but finally she’s naked from the waist up.

Alison lies face down on the bed and you wrestle with the suit, slithering it down over her slippery, sweaty bottom. She’s wearing a G-string, but it has been mostly swallowed by her pussy slit. You pause to breathe in the heady aroma of hot pussy and rubber.

The suit comes down her legs easier than her arms because now it is turning itself inside out as it goes. At last she is free of it.

Alison bolts into the bathroom and slams the door. For the next three minutes you are treated to the sound of constant peeing. Then you hear the shower starting. When she reappears she’s wearing a bath robe and looking a little less stressed.

“I can’t have another day like this, John” she says. “I need a bunch of these stupid scenes changed. Can you come with me to talk to Michael tomorrow?”