What Natalie wants you to do

You know you can’t resist Natalie’s offer and you start to think. Back when you and Becca moved out to LA, did you ever picture her becoming a big star? No, not really. Maybe Natalie does know a thing or two about people in your situation.

“You’re not going to make it.” You say to Becca, watching as tears pour down her face.

“And why is that?” Natalie wraps her fingers around your wet, hard cock. “I mean this is probably the prettiest she’s ever looked but normally...”

Becca’s face is a complete disaster, covered in sweat and saliva and running makeup, smeared lipstick. You look your girlfriend right in the eyes “Natalie’s right. You’re not pretty enough.”

Natalie’s hand pumps at your member and she leans in close to Becca “Do you think pretty and talented girls have to suck cock to get commercials? That producer probably wasn’t even the first, was he?”

Becca has no response and her silence speaks volumes. Then Natalie turns her attention to you. “How about you? How many other girls have sucked your cock out here?”

You’re not sure what answer she wants so you just answer honestly “um... none.”

“How faithful!” Natalie exclaims, positioning herself up in front of your wet shaft. “We should fix that.” And she slips her lips around your member and slides them down and up and off again with a pop. “There fixed. You like watching it?”

Becca’s eyes convey anger and defeat but mostly weakness. Her chest heaves up and down. You’ve never seen her in this state.

Natalie slides her mouth down and up your cock again, gleefully. “How many other cocks have you sucked?” She asks Becca. Then down and up again. She takes a breath as she pulls her mouth off you. “More than three?” No response from Becca. Down and up again. “More than five?” No response. Down and up on your cock. “More than ten?”

Becca’s eyes flash with recognition. She can’t help it now. She’s too broken down not to reveal the truth in her face.

Natalie cackles hard. “More than ten and you’ve only gotten one fucking potato chip commercial. Dumb, untalented, and ugly. You’re a triple threat!” Natalie lowers her face down and up on your member again. Then she looks at you. “I bet her stomach is full of cum right now.” Then back down on your cock.

You’re not sure what Natalie is suggesting exactly but you’re starting to feel like a casual observer in all this. Natalie using your cock to fuck with Becca and Becca slutting it up behind your back for who knows how long. You’re annoyed and frustrated (well, as much as one can be with a gorgeous celebrity bobbing on their cock ).

Time to do something bold.

You place your right hand in the back of Natalie’s head as it bobs on you. Then you tech your left hand over to Becca and thrust it into her throat. Fuck it, you think, let’s see if her stomach is full of cum.

Becca wretches and gags, worse than she did on your cock even. When she looks like she can’t take it any more you pull your saliva soaked hand out. Becca mouths something to you. It’s either “you’re hurting me” or “hurt me”

You take your soaking wet hand and slap her hard across the face.

Natalie would be proud if she wasn’t so busy gobbling you your cock.

Then you continue, shoving your fingers back into Becca’s throat as deep as humanly possible. He eyes glaze over with total submission. And the sight is too much to handle. Your cock bursts down Natalie’s throat at the same time Becca’s stomach contents erupt all over the floor. And... no cum. Just dinner. But whatever. You’re over it. You’re over Becca.

Natalie lets out a refreshed “ahhh” and smacks her lips. Then she looks at your destroyed girlfriend. “Let’s take her up to the recovery room and then you and I can head to the VIP room.”

It’s almost impossible to get Becca to walk. Natalie tugs her up the stairs by her hair. She walks her to a door and knocks on it. You follow and when it opens you get the slightest sense of what’s going on inside. As much as the rest of this place smells like sex, the Recovery Room smells 10 times filthier, sex, flesh, piss, leather. Not to mention the loud screams and moans.

“That’s the recovery room?” You ask.

“Yeah,” Natalie says like it’s obvious. “That’s for girls who’ve gotten a little too into themselves to re-learn that deep down they’re really just fuck toys. What kind of recovery did you think it was? Therapy and massages?”

You step toward it as the door closes again with Becca inside. You’re intrigued.

“If you wanna go in there, go for it, but I’m not joining you. Only girls who need work are allowed in there. No spectators. Now c’mon, the Gold VIP Room is where the best girls are. Earlier Jessica Alba was filling herself up with toys and we were all cheering her on. It’ll be fun.”