Natalie takes her

Natalie couldn't help but snort with derision at Scarlett's arbitrary style rules. Sensing an opportunity for **** for all the times Scarlett had publicly decimated one of her own clients, Natalie gave Elijah's and Tyler's dicks a light slap and raised her eyebrows suggestively in Scarlett's direction. "Remember how Claudia went on a twenty-minute tirade last week because of that bitch down there?" she said in a conspirative tone. "How about you two hunks earn your salaries and give that cunt a taste of her own medicine?"

Her two assistants grinned at her and disappeared into the crowd. Within seconds, they had gotten to Scarlett MacNamara and went to work on her before she had even finished her rant. All Natalie could see was a flurry of thrusting cocks and jiggling balls, and when Tyler and Elijah were finished, Scarlett was **** to conclude her denunciation of cumrag-looking women while looking like the dedicated cumslut of an all-male poker club herself. Her camera man had shown her no mercy and had kept filming throughout the entire ordeal.

Satisfied with having taken her ****, Natalie turned to look what else was going on near the carpet. She saw Annabelle Nyholm amongst a group of dedicated fans. The seasoned late-night talkshow host was kneeling on the ground while her fans had assembled in a semicircle around her. They had evidently just finished showering her with appreciation and were now posing for a group picture, their semi-erect dicks draped across Annabelle's face and upper body. Natalie briefly wondered what use anyone might have for a picture that basically just showed a collection of floppy dicks with an unrecognisable woman underneath, but she guessed it was the memory that counted.