Chapter 7
by HanTrollo
What happens to Mandy Moore? Or do we check in on someone else?
Both. It's probably always going to be both.
Mandy Moore stormed out of the small, antique book store and stomped to her car. The nerve of that man. She had a promising career, she was definitely not washed up. And she was barely in her forties, she certainly wasn't a cougar. But as she climbed into her pink Porsche convertible, she checked to make sure her age lines were thoroughly covered in makeup. She glanced down at her DD implants housed in her pink halter top and her long, tan legs barely covered in a pink miniskirt.
She was mainly relegated to bit parts anymore, but she was meeting with a TV producer who wanted to cast her as a mother in a new Netflix series. She knew she wasn't the strongest actress, and her best days were behind her. But she also knew she could suck the paint off of a Chevy and those skills had served her well so far, keeping her just relevant enough that the paparazzi were always following her to see if the could catch her blowing another nightclub bouncer or catch another upskirt shot of her perpetually bare pussy.
But today, her mission was clear, she had to use every inch of her body to get this role. She didn't care about self respect. She just wanted to stay famous enough that she could get any young cock she wanted.
Meanwhile
Deya was on her hands and knees on a bed in another LA hotel. The man behind her was thrusting with every bit of speed and power that he could muster. The young hooker was glad the man was so determined to finish, because she had to meet another client in a half hour.
She loved the money, ****, and lifesyle that her job afforded her, so she tried to fit in as many johns as possible during a day. If Daya didn't take at least a dozen cocks a day, she wasn't going to be able to keep living the way she did.
So the former starlet moaned and writhed beneath the man's crude efforts, trying to make him feel as special as possible. Fortunately for her, the former actress was incredibly sensitive and came almost every time a john fucked her. She loved taking dick, and would probably take just as much for free, but she loved what she did and everything she could buy because of it.
Meanwhile
Anna Kendrick was in absolute heaven. The dumb bimbo had her cab drop her off at a local college because she couldn't remember her address. She wandered the campus aimlessly until a nice frat boy found the busty blonde. He led her back to his fraternity house to try helping the vapid whore.
After a few minutes of frustratingly unanswered questions, Tyler started to grow frustrated. Anna felt bad that she'd made him mad, and immediately dropped to her knees when he started to appear angry. She hurriedly removed his jeans and boxers before stroking his dick to life. She then started to bob her head up and down along the shaft while offering apologies in between slurps.
Before long, several of Tyler's frat brothers returned home to find him fucking a living Barbie doll. They stayed back for a moment before the former actress waved them over.
Now she was screaming through another orgasm. She had a dick in each hand, one in her throat, one in her pussy, and a final one in her ass. Another dozen frat brothers formed a circle around them, waiting for their turns.
Meanwhile
Arianna Grande snorted a line of coke from the huge, black cock in front of her face before taking it into her mouth. Another man stood behind her, plowing her well used pussy. She'd been on her way home from a club when she needed a quick bump. Unfortunately, the mega star was completely out of powder. She changed direction and drove into Compton. After a few minutes of searching, the singer learned of the location of Ice, the biggest coke dealer in Compton.
She drove further into the ghetto before finding the address given to her. The famous celebrity knocked on the front door and was answered by a large, stunned, black man.
"Aren't you...."
"Yes, and I'm trying to find Ice. I need a fix and my usual dealer is all the way across town."
One thing led to another, and Arianna found herself staring at a kilo of the purest coke she'd ever seen.
"I figured a rich ho like you could afford the good stuff."
However, Arianna never carried a lot of cash with her. After a few minutes of negotiating, she was face down in a pile of coke while Ice took her from behind. His 13 inch black cock had her cumming almost immediately. She spent the next several hours doing **** and fucking Ice until she was in a complete daze. He then offered her a second kilo if she took care of his gang. Arianna didn't even hesitate, she just reached over and grabbed the nearest man's cock through his gym shorts.
The other gang members took their cue and started stripping.
Now, Arianna had all of her holes filled by huge, black cock and her nose filled with pure, Columbian cocaine.
Who's next?
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