Security!

Ayana blinked and tried to clear her head. One moment she had been in her booth, watching the night vision security feed on the 4 screens that covered the lot while Johnson did the perimeter rounds and then her head went, well, woozy. A moment later her eyes re-focussed and somehow things were totally different.

Her uniform had gone and had been replaced by a ballerina's outfit complete with pink tutu. Ayana gasped and twisted to look around her. She wasn't in her booth any longer either. She recognized this place - it was one of the star's trailers. Shit, what the fuck was going on? She got up to head for the door before realising that she wasn't alone. Ahead of her, sitting on a thin sofa that she would have to squeeze past should she try to leave was a man she had never seen before. He was naked. He also had an erection.

"Good morning Ayana!" you greet her. She says nothing but backs away slightly. Wary. Sensible. You press on anyway. "I hope you dont mind," you say gesturing at her in her unlikely ballerina costume. "I took some liberties with the costume department. We are on a film set after all". She does not look quite as threatening without her security guards uniform, and you enjoyed changing her. Well, you did try three other costumes on her before ending up with the ballerina. You wonder if she's realized yet that she has no panties.

"Wh... what do you want?" she asks nervously.

"Relax!" you tell her, "I'll fuck you later. Right now, I'm looking for some information".

"Huh? What do you mean you'll fuck me later. Get outta my way motherfucka..." she starts to move forward.

You cut her off and ignore her inslut. "I need the contact details of all the stars. How do I get them?" You stand up, blocking the passage and turn, erection pointing accusingly at her.

"What?" she says, looking scared and takes a hesitant step backwards. "I ain't telling you that. You need to leave right now, I'm gonna",

"Sleep!" you cut her off.

When you eventually say "Wake" and she starts to revive, everything has changed again. Ayana still has the Tutu on, but this time she is pinned to the ground by you sitting astride her sternum. She is unable to speak as she now has a mouthful of cock.

Ayana looks up at you wide eyed, shocked. You hold the back of her head feeling her nice tight braids and slide your cock further in. She waves her hands ineffcectually at your sides but seems unable to do anything to dislodge you. Similarly, you know your cock is safe from any **** by her teeth, because as the alien hologram told you, the women here on this planet can do you no harm. You fuck her face for a little while then relax a little and say, "you should suck it if you want me to cum quicker". with a smile.

Ayana looks cross eyed at the cock sliding in and out past her lips and makes a few "uug, uk, uh uk" sounds, but within a minute her cheeks are indented as she starts to apply suction. You can feel her tongue darting around your shaft and flickering against your frenulum too. She's trying! Good. You slow down and let her take over, letting her sit up a little so that she could bob her head along your length.

Blow jobs always take you longer to cum, but you're in no hurry and its good that she's putting in the effort. When eventually you do blast a load into Ayana's mouth, you do so without warning causing her to **** as some of it goes down her throat unexpectedly, making you withdraw just past her lips to shoot subsequent blasts onto her face. Nice look! you think.

"So," you say with a grin, "are you going to get me those contacts for the stars or am I going to have to fuck your face again?"

Moments later, we left the trailer, and holding onto Ayana by her hair, she led me across the lot and with a set of master keys, opened the office of the director. In the filing cabinet, we found an expensive, packed address book. I opened it, letting Ayana go as I riffled through the pages. Name, phone number, addresses of all sorts of celebrities. Some I hadn't heard of, but most were household names. Wow! What was I going to do with this?

Ayana of course tried to use my distraction as cover to slip away, but I could still see her in her pink tutu out of the corner of my eye. "Sleep" I said without bothering to look at her, and heard her slump to the floor. Of course I fucked her and she disappeared later, but I was more interested in what I was going to do next with this incredible supply of contacts.