Of course you care

There's not getting around it. This development bugs you. The idea that Kristen and Kerry could be so easily replaced is a slap in the face. You stare at their glistening, sweaty, eager bodies. You don't think they could be so easily replaced. Besides, no one's going to slap them in the face, unless it's you.

So you admit, it's time to end this particular moment and start making the next one happen.

You have your two sluts clean themselves up, and sit down for a proper meal as you break the news.

"They're re-casting the movie." You say. "They're not giving you what you want. They're replacing you instead."

Kristen looks sad but uncertain. Kerry, as always, looks horny and spaced out. Her thick lips are perpetually parted. Her lovely eyes constantly looking through you toward her next orgasm. She's been hit by the slut-stick hard. At least Kristen still has her wits about her.

"Who are they re-casting us with?" She asks.

"I don't know yet" you answer. "But I'd like you to find out."

A smile creeps across Kristen's face. "What then?"

"You know what then." You answer.

It doesn't take long. Within two days your member is planted deep in Emma Roberts' throat. Kristen's foot is on the back of Emma's head, pushing her lips further and further down your throbbing shaft.

Behind you, Zoe Saldana's tongue slips further and further into your asshole. Kerry's foot is on the back of her head, making sure her face stays appropriately buried in your ass.

It doesn't take you long to climax, squirting your jizz into Emma's stomach. She pulls back and Kristen flips her around aggressively. "Share the taste!" She shouts, shoving her hand into Emma's mouth.

Kerry does the same, finally relenting, then spinning Zoe around and tangling their tongues together. "Share the taste!" she muffles.

But the plan here isn't to add Emma and Zoe to your harem of celebs. After all, if too many actresses start to go missing, someone will ask questions. The point here is depraved sex and ****.

And now that Emma and Zoe have gotten a taste of the lifestyle, they know what to do. They march into the producers' office and demand that the movie about Sasha Grey feature real hardcore sex or they're going to go on strike.

A few days later you hear the news that the movie is being re-cast yet again. This time it's even easier for Kristen to get the new actresses in your lap. Either she's getting better at it or Shailene Woodley is already quite the slut. In only 10 hours she's bouncing on your cock, begging to lick your balls as if it's her favorite thing in the world. Maybe it is.

You agree to let her, but only after her new co-star Rosario Dawson gags on it first, drenching your scrotum in her sloppy spittle. Shailene is agreeable to this.

And again in time Shailene and Rosario go back to the producers and make the same demand. Either the movie give them an opportunity to get fucked on camera, or they're walking.

Hollywood, you think, is filled with petite brunettes and statuesque black women. If they can keep finding them, you can keep ruining them.

And then finally a producer calls you. "Why are you sabotaging our film?" He asks desperately. "What is it that you want?"