Arousing answers

As the afternoon's duties turned to evening's Ruby let her arms drape languidly over the back of her dressing room chair, letting a familiar rhythm bounce through her. The chairs changed, over the years. Gradually becoming far more elaborate and stylized… not to mention far less comfortable. Yet, that rhythm stayed the same. Kenneth was nothing if not consistent… from the first time he had informed her that being fucked right before an interview was good for the nerves and put a healthy blush in your cheeks… to her present day acknowledgement that this tradition was mainly to calm his nerves. There were other ways she could get a blush in her cheeks…

A nervous looking intern girl scrambled up with her to-carry-on drink. Clearly so star-struck that she could barely squeak a word out as she handed it over. Even before the glass was beneath her nose Ruby could tell the girl was a true believer. That was a genuine glass of mixed stranger's cum all right. Presumably hastily harvested from various members of the crew… or the live audience. Ruby just hoped the helping of scotch was generous enough… She thanked the girl gracefully, probably making the simple, pretty thing's entire year of unpaid labour seem worth it. Then watched her skitter off with a predatious eye. She'd make quite a good pet, that one. All platted pigtails and thick-framed glasses. She wondered what the show crew's favourite ways of taking advantage were… They did tend to have some inspiringly cruel tricks to play on their innocent young go-getters.

Kenneth was nearly done, she could tell. Right on cue. Ruby wondered just how many falsely smiling hosts, radio DJ's and 'proper journalists' she had faced down with that one man's cream cooling down inside her. He had stuck around as her manager… even while she'd been lured into the clutches of, or tossed furiously aside, a thousand other hangers on and money sniffers. Right from the day he'd first found her… tangled up in the luggage of a long-defunct boyband he had been trying desperately to keep a leash on. Her braces had been gummed up with their cum and the pouting, ****-addled morons had been hiding her naked in a spare suitcase. Trying to cover up the fact that she'd snuck on board the tour bus after one small-town show or another and was now on every other milk carton in three states.

Yet, when she'd come bundling out of that constrained space. Having spent six hours curled up in pitch blackness. Straight into the lap of an ambitious man who really didn't need any more bullshit from this bunch of preening, whining, barely-talented narcissists… She simply showed off that winning grin and sealed the fate of them both. She had a ridiculous new name and official role as 'tour fucktoy' by the end of the day. He'd won her a photoshoot as their next album cover by the end of the week...

They never made another record, but her debut sold more copies than all the others they had combined. Who knew recording a girl legitimately being fucked senseless while squealing out lyrics about how much she loved what was happening would result in a whole new amalgamation of music, sex and pop culture. Before there had been pornstars, popstars, moviestars… Whatever. Now there were just Starlot's: star-harlots, and Ruby Pandora was the one-time runaway they all wanted to catch up to.

She swayed into the studio to thunderous applause, the chic, designer excuse for a dress she wore barely covering one leg. Ms. Pandora tipped her glass of spunk gracefully at each camera, flashing just a hint of that smile as she drew a sip in and licked the sheen from her lips. She joked with the host like they were old friends. Let the two male movie stars who arrived next just casually dip fingers into her while answering their own questions. Ruby was everyone's plaything. That was the whole point. That was the fantasy she sold. As was proved when they laughingly played 'Guess the other celebrity's genitals' and she got every single one right. Of course, she had been briefed of the answers earlier…

Whether she'd actually slept with every participant by now or not; this was showbiz, everyone knew their part in the illusion. Everyone played the fiddle for each other’s dance. Feeling some of Kenneth's leavings trickle down her thigh and shifting her legs a little to let the cameras catch it… Ruby thought once again: he really shouldn't get so uptight about this sort of thing. Whatever else she was nowadays… When the spotlights shone, she was slutty perfection.