“I was rejected from the VIP room”

“What?” You say, not at all shocked but also not faking it. “Those cunts!” You laugh.

Olivia looks at you blankly. You grab her by the hair and pull her up, then spin her around and shove her agains the nearest wall. You make no attempt to be gentle. She hits the wall with a thwack and responds by arching her back severely. She knows what’s expected of her.

Your cock has gotten thick and you spit on your hand, grab your cock, making it wet and slippery, then hold it up to her bald pussy, lean into her ear, let out a laugh, and whisper “just kidding” then you shove it into her eager asshole.

Her anus grips your cock firmly. Her body tenses you. You thrust like a madman.

“What happened?” You ask.

“I, uh, went up there and, uh... it’s hard to think.” Olivia struggles to be anything but a fuck toy. Quite frankly it’s more than you could have ever dreamed of. You imagine her going up there thinking the A listers will let her in and instead getting dragged down here to get a better fucking than they could ever dream of.

And as your balls slap against Olivia’s twat, a thought occurs to you. Why limit this debauchery to the barely-famous? Natalie Portman and god-knows-who-else are in their gold room, unable to appreciate the depravity of the Recovery Room. And that’s not right.

You feel Olivia’s legs shake so pull your member from her ass and she falls to her knees again. You quickly jump in front of her and she knows that means it’s time to sink her lips onto your cock.

From your new position you look out across the room. So many bodies. So much destruction. There are girls getting as fucked, skull fucked, slapped, spit on, double penetrated, triple penetrated.

You watch the AT&T commercial girl as she watches and rubs herself to a scene of three men slapping around a petite brunette.

To your right there’s a thud and you look over in time to see an **** girl hit the floor and a couple guys high five.

Olivia goes to town slobbering on your cock, like it’s the greatest meal she’s ever had. Occasionally she pulls it from her lips and rubs it all over her face.

There’s a scene over in a corner that seems to be getting a lot of attention. An attractive girl seems to be giving as well as she’ll getting. Her face is a mess of spit and sweat and makeup. She’s on all fours sucking a cock deep. When it’s too much she spits the combination cum, saliva, and whatever down onto another girl who she’s pinned beneath her. Then she screams, “MORE!” And another man takes a turn, slapping her hard then shoving their cock against her tonsils.

As you watch her go, watch a wad of drool drip down onto the unhappy girl below her, who you suddenly recognize as fucking Kelly Marie Tran from Star Wars, you think to yourself how in a perfect world you and this girl together, with maybe a little help from everyone else in the room could burst through the door of the VIP Room and transform that snobby snooze fest into a scene like this.

Olivia jumps up and looks you in the eyes. Or tries to at least, “cock doesn’t taste like my ass anymore.” She says flatly.

“So?” You ask

“Um... make it again please?”

Fuck it, you think as you spin her around and shove your meat in her again, this is is a perfect world.

“RUIN ME! FUCK ME UP!” The girl in the corner shouts and suddenly you recognize the voice.

Fuck... it can’t be... it’s Becca. Well now you have to.

It takes 25 minutes to get your plan in motion, start spreading the word about your mutiny. Most people aren’t interested, they have things pretty good where they are, but you collect a crew that includes you, Olivia, the AT&T slut, two guys, one girl who you don’t recognize and most importantly Becca , who doesn’t seem to recognize you, but whatever, her brain is probably pretty well fried.

And there’s no time to lose. You’re gonna do this. You rush out the door, up the stairs, Olivia knows the way, down a hall and without thinking burst through a door. And there are two dumbfounded beauties, totally unaware of their fate. One is Natalie Portman. The other is...