Another Fetish and Fashion statement

"Ariana, go to the liquor store and buy four bottles of high end tequila, a case of their most expensive wine, and a bottle of their most expensive Irish whiskey."

"OK."

After Ariana left, John got his notebook out: All of the women Ariana invited to this house will obey me and believe whatever I say. They all find me very sexy and would love to have sex with me. Bebe and Megan love and crave anal sex. Each will do anything to get me to fuck them up the ass. Rihanna wants me to tie her up and face fuck her and will do anything for me to get me to do it. Bella wants me to fuck her while her face is buried in another woman's pussy. Lady Gaga loves and craves giving rimjobs and wants me to fuck her while she tongues out another woman's anus. All of these women are jealous of each other, are friendly to each other's faces, but talk badly about them behind their backs.

Shortly after this, Bella showed up. She wore torn jeans and a faded black v-neck t-shirt.

"Ariana stepped," said John. "I'm John. I'm the celebrity adviser Ariana wants you to meet. Come on in."

"Thanks," said Bella. She walked in.

"Bella, first things first, you must stay on your hands and knees unless I tell you to stand. Always do this when you are around me."

"Sorry. Bella got on her hands and knees."

"Now, when you address me, you must always say 'Excuse me, John, I'm a horny bimbo who can't think for herself. Understand?"

"Yes, John. I'm a horny bimbo who can't think for herself.