Sophie Turner

The crowd cheers at the appearance of tall, slender, leggy redhead Sophie Turner, smiling and waiving. She seems genuinely excited to be up on stage doing this and somewhat less confident and a little more shy than Jessica Chastain was, and you wonder if it's her first time.

Her long hair cascades down onto her shoulders and the tight silver dress she wears. Your pounding heart is now joined by your growing cock, as she walks over to your girlfriend and starts to rub her shoulders. She clears her throat. "So... I want you to say that you're inferior and redheads are better."

Carrie turns her head to face Sophie. Their faces are so close they could kiss. It's almost impossible to watch. The tension makes your cock and your brain want to explode.

Carrie whispers loudly. "mmmmm, I want to say it. I want to admit it with your fingers inside me."

The crowd is quiet. A tension arises in the club. You lean in, admiring the ideas that seem to emanate from your girlfriend's wild brain (or maybe her clit. It's hard to tell what's in charge right now). But it's clear to you what her plan is. Play the submissive, but actually find a way to take control.

Sophie looks out across the crowd. You can see that she's not comfortable. Her smile faces. "Now c'mon.... just say that you're inferior and that redheads are better."

"Yes...." Carrie returns "I love being inferior. I want to be inferior to you. I want your fingers inside me... my pussy or my asshole. You can even put them down my throat and gag me... though I might not be able to talk." Carrie smiles submissively.

"Just say it." Sophie is starting to get impatient, perhaps starting to feel like her time to be on stage isn't going the way she'd hoped.

"Don't you want to take me?" Carrie says breathily. "Don't you want to make me say it?"

You could hear a pin-drop in the club. It's insane. Everyone is staring. And finally, Sophie, her anxious chest heaving up and down, slips two fingers into her lips to make them wet, and quickly slides them down the front of Carrie's flesh-colored panties.

Whispers erupt in the crowd. They sense something unusual is happening.

"Now say it." Sophie insists.

Carrie trembles wildly. She's putting on a show, you think, although she's certainly capable of being this overcome sexually. "Oh god yes! Put your tongue in me and I'll be yours forever. I'll say anything you want to say. I'll be your ****, Sophie."

Something about hearing Carrie say the actress's name out loud makes the moment both unbelievably real and impossibly erotic.

And Carrie goes on as she tugs her panties down her hips onto her thighs. "If you just put your tongue in me, you can turn me into anything you want in front of all these people." Which you realize is what Sophie is supposed to do.... just not like this.

But the moment is too much for her, and suddenly Sophie Turner is shoving your girlfriend down to the ground, and positioning herself between Carrie's long legs.

The crowd bustle gets louder and louder and the curtain closes with a suddenness that suggests something has gone terribly wrong.

You're not sure what happens next, but if Carrie has done it, if she's successfully enacted her plan to gain dominance over her celebrity, you'll probably find out at some point. You go to the bar to get a drink.

The bartender smiles at you. She is, predictably, a wildly attractive redhead. "That was an interesting show, wasn't it?"

You nod and clear your throat. "Yup.... can I have a beer?"

She walks over to the tap and starts to pour you one. "So.... you the boyfriend?"

You have no idea how or why she knows this. Your immediate reaction is to deny it, but the look of shock on your face has immediately admitted your guilt. You're fairly sure it's frowned upon for the girl upon the stage to bring her boyfriend along with her.

The bartender doesn't seem to bothered by it though. "You're girlfriend has guts... I'll give her that. She's fucked now but... guts."

"What do you mean?" you ask, taking a sip of your beer.

"Well right now she's being punished in a way that she's never imagined before."

"I don't think you know my girlfriend that well."

"I don't think you know the people who run this place that well. They don't like it when girls fuck up their plans. So... right now she's being taken to a secret place where she's going to be fucked in every hole, steady, for the next three weeks. While that's happening, she's going to be completely reprogrammed, she's going to be completely transformed, hair color obviously, and piercings, tattoos, maybe lip injections and tit implants if they decide she's worth it. When she's done, she won't remember who she was or where she was from. But that's okay, because they'll tell her that she's a slut from the bunny ranch in Nevada and then they'll sell her to them for a good price." The bartender pours herself a shot and takes it. "I guess my point is... I wouldn't expect to ever see her again."

You don't know what to think of this. You take a long sip of your beer. Your cock gets thicker and more disappointed.

The bartender reaches a soft hand over the bar and touches you. "Hey don't be sad about it. I'm guessing becoming a huge whore is exactly what she'd want anyway."

Maybe. You guess. But still, you'll miss her.... if what the bartender says is true.

"By the way, I'm Lindy." she says, giving you a good look up and down. "You know, you're cute. I bet me and my friends could help you forget about that girl." You don't have a response. You're still trying to figure things out. "I work until close, but I still plan on having some fun tonight after that... if you don't mind waiting, you can join me. What do you think?"