Mischa Barton

"I called Mischa Barton," said Taylor. "Is that good? Oh yeah, Ariel, keep...oh yeah...licking me. Can I...lick your asshole now?"

"We'll see," you say. "Taylor, this neogoth look has to go. I mean you're a very pretty, so drop all the black, dour looking crap."

"What do you...ooohhh...suggest?"

"Pink, white, and gold. Tomorrow you will dye your hair white with pink and gold highlights. Dye your eyebrows pink. All of your lipstick has to be pink, and your eye shadow needs to be pink and gold, and your blush needs to be pink. Wear nothing but pink, white, and gold dresses, and all dresses and skirts and blouses, no jeans. Your socks should always be pink with white lace tops. Your clothe should be as frilly, girly, and feminine as possible. Got all of that?"

"Yes, and I love it."

"Now crawl into the bathroom and give Ariel the humiliation she craves. Film in." You look at Ariel, "Ariel, try your best to keep your tongue up in Taylor's anus as she crawls. Obey her."

Taylor crawls into the bathroom with Ariel trying to keep up and keep licking her anus.

You think about Mischa Barton. You think it's an odd choice as she's a decade older than Taylor, but Taylor did work with a lot of older actors and actresses. You really want an alpha female to be your second in command, but so far no one foot the bill, and Mischa wasn't the type you had in mind.

You also really didn't want Taylor licking your anus right then, so you call into the bathroom. "Do not come out until I tell you to!"

You go grab a beer and wait. Soon you see a Mercedes G-Class pull up. You look out the window and see Mischa.

"Bangs, eh?" You think about telling Joey to have her bangs dripping in cum. Mischa has kind of a hippie vibe going on to. You wonder how you can work with that.

She knocks on the door.