Scarlett

Your cock throbs. It needs to break free. It feels like all the blood in your brain, in your whole body is rushing to your thick member. You try not to hyperventilate. Cobie smiles at you. You look over to Scarlett. She smiles at you.

You say the first thing you can think of. "I think Scarlett should. She's the reason we're all here, right?"

Scarlett reaches over and places her hand on your heaving chest. You notice her nails. They're colored pink. Slowly she slides her hand down your torso, down past your waist, and onto your stiff crotch, wrapping it around the outline of your junk, clearly visible through the front of your jeans. "Don't be silly. This is the reason we're here. And as much as I'd be honored to take it out. I've seen it. I've... experienced it. I think someone else should." She looks across the crowd. You wonder if she's as shocked that all these famous, beautiful women are here in one place as you are.

Probably not. She doesn't seem very nervous.

"Rachel!" She exclaims. "You're a good girl. You should do it."

Rachel McAdams walks up shaking her head, wearing a tight little half-shirt, through which you can see pointy little nipples, and a pair of lace black panties. You glance at them, unsure if what you see through them is strands of lace or a trim blonde bush. "How did I get this reputation?" She asks Scarlett

"You always play good girls." Scarlett responds.

"Not always." Rachel says, shoving Elizabeth Olsen aside and taking a position in front of you. Looking you up and down, stopping to smile as she sees the bulge in her pants. "I play bad girls."

"I don't suck!" Rachel declares as Scarlett's smile slowly turns into a laugh. She knows what's about to happen in two seconds.

And suddenly Rachel does too. She just shakes her head playfully and lowers herself to her knees, unbuttoning your pants, unzipping your fly, and pulling down your jeans.

Your cock pops out. You feel the warmth of the air hit it. It's really happening. You feel the eyes on the room stare at it. You hear the gasps and giggles.

You're about to find out how Rachel McAdams sucks cock. Turns out, she starts by leaning in toward it, and letting a thick gob of spit roll out of her pink lips and then land on your dick. The saliva goopily runs down your shaft and onto your scrotum. Everyone watches.

Then Rachel presses her lips to the tip of your member and wraps them around. It's heaven. And it suddenly hits you that every set of lips in this room will be doing this before the night is over. If you can hold out. You glance at the stars again. They watch intently. Karen Gillian caresses her chest. A petite blonde actress you've never seen wraps her arms around Zendaya. Natalie Portman starts to pull off her outfit. Natalie Portman who never does nude scenes, not even in movies where she plays a sex-crazed lesbian ballerina, shows off her body. And now she's showing it off for you.

Elizabeth and Cobie are still closest. Watching, enjoying the show as Rachel's lips slide further down your sweaty shaft.

"What should we do while we're waiting for our turn?" Elizabeth asks.