Watching the swell

The bukkake video-shoot continued around Ruby, seeming to need little input from its supposed central figure for the moment. She just moved through most of these things on autopilot these days, unable to quite remember whether this one was her newest music video… or the advert for cum-flavoured toothpaste.

She chuckled. Cum-flavoured toothpaste… Whatever would they think of next? Any girl who wasn't already getting enough of that particular condiment in this world… was unlikely to be helped by a tube full of chemically synthesised flavouring. Heck, the few minutes after brushing her teeth in the morning were about the only times her mouth didn't taste of cock, growing up…

But then, looking down at her own swilling glass of fake man-goop and over-priced liquor… she felt a little hypocritical. It was the addictions you didn't even spot that were the worst ones… perhaps she should talk to her bitch of a psychiatrist about that on Monday… The awful woman loved a good confession to dig her nails into. "I barely eat or drink anything but my own brand of cheap imitation semen" ought to keep her away from any more searching questions for a month or two, at least.

An uncomfortable sounding moan broke through the starlot's thoughts. Susanne was at the mercy of the camera crews currently, rigged up to some complicated-looking pump. The device was currently chugging away, filling the young woman up with the very same goop, minus the splash of scotch. Incredibly, they'd got the thing stuffed into her securely enough that a small bulge was visibly forming in her belly. Another layer of imitation toward that one natural mound that every woman dreamed of…

Ruby listened contentedly to the arousing sounds of discomfort coming from her lookalike as this swelled and swelled. There was no particular love lost between the face of a thousand tabloid front pages and her 'stunt pussy'. Yet, the woman fit her role well. Her looks were suitably comparable to her considerably older employer… even down below, where some of Ruby's fans had a worryingly keen knowledge of. And she was very much up for anything… Being one of those women whose sexual experimentation had got so out of hand that she needed some new and greater thrill each time, just to have hope of getting off on it. Such a lifestyle would ruin her eventually, Ruby predicted, quite satisfactorily. At least… without the kind of support and resources afforded by being an actual celebrity. But, until then, why not let the irrelevant babydoll handle the more **** ideas her concept team came up with.

They were ready for the money shot: To another sensational gasp and moan… Susanne was uncorked. The creamy, viscous fluid splurged out of her in a quite literal fountain, caught from every angle by slow motion cameras. All to be pawed over for hours by team upon team of video editors and art directors. 'Another genius step in imaginative debauchery' would be the online reviews. Ruby half expected to see murals of herself producing that very fountain splashed across art galleries in Europe. It had happened before…

Meanwhile Susanne was writhing in the puddle of slime she had produced, still leaking an impressive quantity from her cooch in dribbling squirts. Ruby briefly imagined the intensity of feeling all that built up pressure suddenly being released must have caused. It almost made her jealous of the spasming creature who was free to destroy her body in exchange for such highs. That is, until the guys came over and plugged her back in. The director wanted a second take, it would seem. Susanne gurgled deliriously… But seemed to grin when she saw her belly begin to rise once more. Ruby got the distinct impression they might need to start looking for a new hire sooner rather than later… Though she had also now determined that she was going to see if they could increase the pressure on that spunk tap she had at her bar… There might be some fun she could have with this at home…