Tory Redding Style

You tug your chin, thinking. You get a wicked idea.

"How about Tory Redding style?" you say to Miss Aniston.

"Tory Red..."Jen asked, confused, then her expression went dark. "Don't you dare!"

But with a thought, the 40 year old actress losses two decades and becomes the character she played in 1993, Tory Redding.

"What's going on here?" the spoiled, barely-legal Tory demands. "How did I get here? Where is this place? Who are you?"

"Well, now, those all be fine questions, my fine lassie," you say in your best Irish brogue as a leprechaun hat appears on your head.

The blood drains out of Tory's face.

"You!" she exclaims, then looks around frantically. "Fuck! Where am I going to find a four-leaf clover on a beach!"

"Why don't we look inside your pot o' gold, Tory?" you ask.

"What?" she asks, then notices your leer at her crotch. "No! You wouldn't!"

"Now, Tory," you say. "Haven't you always wanted to be able to tell folks that you have a little Irish in you?"

You step towards her. She steps back, trembling, eyes darting around for shoes to throw, but there are no shoes on the beach.

"Now, don't be shy, Lass!" you say. "I know of ancient leprechaun magic sure to help a girlie like yourself more inclined to press the flesh with the likes o' me."

With a thought, a bottle of Hennessy's Irish Whiskey appears in your hand.

"Drink up, now, Tory!" you say. "It's good for what ails ye!"

Tory stares at the bottle wide eyed but with a wish from you, she is overcome with an overwhelming desire to drink it. She takes the bottle, pulls the cap puts the neck in her mouth, tosses her head back and chugs, swallowing one, two, three, four, five times.

She pulls the bottle from her lips, splashing some of the whiskey on her tits, and gasps.

"Faith and Begorin!" she exclaims.

You cackle and point at her, sending her back to the bottle for three more deep swallows for good measure.

She drops the bottle to the stand and stares drunkenly at you with a big sloppy grin.

"And how do you be feelin' now Miss Redding?" you ask.

"I feel like fuckin' a lepercin-hic!-," she announces with unfocused eyes. "So wissh ub yous three wansa do tha nassy?"

You go up to the 20 year old lush and kiss her deeply, enjoying the taste of whiskey on her. Then you waste no time in spreading her out on the sand and playing hide the shillelagh for half an hour as she moans in drunken passion.

As you both lie on the soft sand, breathing hard and dripping with spent juices, Tory rolls over and wags a finger at you.

"Yer a bad, bad lepreshaun," she says. "But you fuck really good!"

You grin. It was a lot of fun. But you wonder if you should keep her as the 20 year old Tory or bring back the 40 year old Jennifer Aniston so she can appreciate what you just did to her.