Reds & Pinks

The plane lands and you're ready to go, excited to go to a real Hollywood sex club. Your cock throbs just thinking about it.

“Not so fast.” Carrie says. Apparently there’s prep work to be done, which involves red hair dye. Which you don’t mind. You have no doubt Carrie will make a hot redhead. “It’s not just for me.” She says. Which is a bit of an annoyance. You’re certain that red hair isn’t a good look for you. But Carrie insists it’ll be worth it.

The club is hidden in a little back alley, no sign, just a line of ladies in sexy clothes, and the dudes with them. A few are turned away and you notice they have something in common - all blondes and brunettes. Carrie rolls her eyes as they sulk past you. "Amateurs."

With Carrie on your arm you have no trouble getting into the club. The bouncer takes one look at her fiery red hair (you were right, she does look amazing with it) and her tight black dress and waves you through.

At first glance the club looks normal, dark, pulsing music. Then you start to notice things that are unexpected, like the cocktail waitresses. They all have long red hair, they all wear long white shirts, that stretch down to their thighs and no pants. And... it takes you a moment to confirm it but yup, no underwear either. Each pretty waitress has a red bush just barely peeking out for the entire club to see. You could stare at them all night. But your attention quickly turns elsewhere.

You notice and confirm, as you'd suspected, that yes, every person in the club has red hair, and as you start to take in the crowd, you start to notice the celebrities. Emma Stone, lounges in a corner, in a slinky green dress, chatting with some friends. Amy Adams sits at the bar, in a low cut top, drinking a red cocktail and looking very much too good for this place. Ellie Kemper is squeezed into a tube top and is dancing on the floor, her dark red hair flinging back and forth.

It's all very sexy, but you're not entirely sure it's a sex club. It seems like a normal club for redheads, admittedly with risque wait staff attire, but you're not sure when the real kinky stuff starts.

"Soon" Carrie leans over to you and whispers, as if she can read your mind. And you put your trust in her.

You're rewarded. In a few minutes the music stops, and you notice everyone shuffling near the stage, where a figure stands in the dark, and then dramatically is illuminated by a single spotlight.

It's a pretty brunette girl. You don't know her name but you recognize her from some commercials and stuff.

She stands there staring out at the crowd silently. You think she's naked at first, but then realize it's flesh colored bra and panties. There's a smattering of applause as if some people in the club are excited to see her. You glance around to see what the celebrities you know about are doing. Ellie and Emma are paying close attention. Amy doesn't seem to care much. Suddenly you notice Karen Gillian standing five feet away from you, staring up at the stage with a smile.

Then yet another celebrity makes an appearance to loud applause. Jessica Chastain walks out onto stage, squeezed in a tight corset and leather pants, her long red hair falling onto her shoulders. "Hello everyone!" she says to loud cheers. "We've got a good one for you tonight, don't we?" The crowd agrees.

She walks up to the brunette girl, gives her a good look up and down. "Enough with this." She says, tearing off the girl's bra revealing a pair of erect pink nipples, and pulling down the panties, revealing a glistening bald twat. Jessica shakes her head. "So ashamed of your brown hair, you've got to shave it off." She leans in close to the girl's face. "You don't want anyone to gag while they're going down on you, right?" She gives the brunette's face a long, ominous lick. "You know why? Because you are inferior and red is better."

The crowd goes wild, cheers, applause. Next to you Carrie joins in too.

"Just say it. Easy as that." Jessica tells the trembling brunette.

"I am in... inf...." she can't say it.

Jessica reaches around her, grabs her right tit and squeezes it hard. The girl hisses in pain. "Okay, let's try this." Jessica says. "I want to know about the degrading things you've had to do because you're inferior. Have you ever had to suck a cock to get a part?" Jessica asks wickedly.

"N....no." The brunette whispers.

And Jessica looks confused, then a look of understanding paints onto her face. "Have you ever had to suck multiple cocks to get a part?" This time the brunette doesn't have a response. Jessica lets out a naughty laugh. "Three? Four? Five?"

"You do what you have to to get work." The brunette whispers.

Jessica reaches her hand down between the girl's thighs and slips in a finger. "I've never had to suck cock to get a part. Know why?"

The brunette girl takes a deep breath. "Because I'm... inferior. And red is..." Jessica slips two more fingers into the brunette and her mouth drops. She can't finish her sentence.

"So close." Jessica snips. "I wonder the most cocks you've had to suck in one go to get a part. Ten? Twenty? I can see it now, that gross hair of yours soaked in cum like it's an old rag. You probably didn't even think you were being degraded, did you? You probably thought it was normal."

The brunette's chest heaves up and down. Her breathing is broken.

Jessica removes her fingers from the girl's cunt. "One more try."

"I'm... infer..." the girl flinches as Jessica brings her hand up to her face and begins to use her long hair to wipe her wet fingers clean.

"Not even close that time." Jessica responds. "Okay, well you gave it a good shot... except not really." As she speaks the brunette drops to her knees, and a cocktail waitress appears on stage carrying a silver platter and on it a thick hair trimmer.

You glance around at the club again. Amy Adams has started watching. Emma wears a big smile. Next to you Karen has slipped her hand down into her tight pants. As have some other people in the club. They anticipate what comes next as Jessica flips on the shears and begins to buzz the long brown hair from the quivering girl's head. It falls to the ground in a pile and soon the pretty girl is a bald pretty girl.

Your cock is thick and pulsing. What a show. Although you're not entirely sure how it's going to get you what you want... the domination of a celebrity. You lean into Carrie's ear and ask her as much.

She smiles. "There's something you need to understand about this place."