Someone telling you she's not there

You don't recognize the guy and he's fairly disinterested in trying to explain anything to you. "Dude. She's not here. Go home." he barks and that's that.

So you go back to the hotel, not sure what to do. You text her. No answer. A few hours later you text her again. No answer again. You watch a movie. La La Land. God damn, Emma is gorgeous. You jerk off thinking of what you witnessed today.

The next day you go back, but predictably there's no one at the club in the morning to take your question. You suspect even if there was, no one would give a fuck. And would they even know anything? You wonder, has Carrie left you?

Two more days go by. You wonder if you should call the cop but you hesitate. You suspect the goings on at Reds & Pinks is the sort of thing you're meant to keep to yourself. You wonder if you should just book a flight and go home. Maybe 1 more day, you think.

And when you return to your hotel room on that last day, Carrie is waiting for you. She smiles as you walk through the door, as beautiful as ever, still bald, wearing a dress you've never seen before. You want to run up and hug her, but you know she's not the sentimental type.

"What happened?" You ask.

She lowers her eyes. "You don't want to know. Trust me. It'll only make you... jealous probably."

But you do want to know. You reach over, gently put your hand on her chin and raise her face so that she can see your demanding eyes. "Tell me what happened."

Carrie takes a deep breath. "For the past three days I've been Emma Stone's personal fuck toy." she smirks. "After the show she told me to come home with her and I wasn't really in a position to refuse. She said that she wasn't really a sex freak and the club was just a way for her to unwind. She'd never taken a girl home from the club before but something in me just awoke a wildness in her. I told her that I get that alot.

"So we went back to her place, which is gorgeous and she asked me if I'd ever eaten out a girl before and I said 'of course. dozens.' so she ordered me to do so. Her pussy is just so lovely, tight and wet, and.... it's one of the best pussies I've ever had my tongue in.

"Then she showed me her collection of toys and... well I stopped believing that she wasn't a sex freak. It was huge... the collection and the toys... I mean just.... at least over two-hundred things. She asked me to pick my favorite so I picked a string of thick anal beads. I don't know if they were my favorite. There was too much to choose from. But she stuffed them in me and then pulled them out hard while making me scream how I belonged to her.

"After that she said that it was a waste for her not to share me. So she texted a bunch of guys to come over and play."

You don't know how to react to what you're hearing. Aroused, of course, but for the past few days while you were fucking around Hollywood not knowing what to do with yourself, Carrie was doing this? You do feel jealous. "Go on." you say.

"So for the next two days I buried my face in Emma's pussy and guys would show up, one after the other, and take me from behind. To be honest I don't know if a single one of them fucked me. She told them to use the toys so I don't know if it was them inside me or the toys. I mean both my holes were filled non-stop for almost 48 hours. And my face was shoved in Emma's cunt almost constantly. After a while I got woozy, exhausted, broken down in ways I never had before. Everything started to fog over. But still I just fucked. I don't know... would you consider it cheating if I hardly knew what was happening to my body? I was just doing as I was told?"

You're not really sure what you consider it, although you've never allowed yourself to believe that Carrie was someone who could be contained. In a way what Emma said was true. She's to amazing not to be shared. You don't feel betrayed as much as you feel left out. Your cock throbs. "Just keep going." you say

"Yeah.... that's what Emma said too." Carrie smiles. "Anyway, by the time the parade of guys stopped, I was a total mess... everything felt like a dream. I barely remember what even happened at that point. I remember a bunch of big messy dildos and having to clean them. I remember Emma, naked and sweaty, saying she was going to invite another friend over to do something really special. This time it was a girl and what they did was... they double penetrated me with these toys... that were just unforgiving and hard... I can't even remember.... they were like little gold statues. They each had one."

Your cock wants to explode. You're not sure if you're turned on more by what Carrie has done, or what she's revealed about Emma's sexual wild side. "Who was the friend?" You ask.

"Honestly I don't remember. I could barely keep my eyes open at that point." Carrie winces. You can tell she feels bad about it. "Afterward Emma nursed me back to reality and told me she'd never met anyone like me. And I told her that this was the greatest sexual experience of my life and every girl should try being totally destroyed like that at least once in their life."

Great, you think, you came to Hollywood so Carrie could help you dominate a celebrity and instead she gets the greatest sexual experience of her life and you get an empty hotel room and your dick in your hands. Is that really what happened? And does Carrie not realize how shitty that is for you?

You sigh.

"Oh one other thing." Carrie's smirk turns into a big smile. "I told them I had a boyfriend who had a cock made for destroying whores. So... Emma and here friend are coming here... to our hotel.... tonight... and they'd like the greatest sexual experience of their lives."

You freeze. You can't even. Could this be true? Fuck. Great, but also... your heart starts to pound. Carrie wears a proud look on her face. And you are proud of her.

And only an hour later there's a knock on your door. And it's Emma fucking Stone looking very horny and her famous friend.