the hot list

There were several hotties at the party: Scarlet Johansson, Katie Perry, Zooey Deschannel, Jennifer Lawrence, Miley Cyrus, Rhianna, Ariana Grande, Connie Britton, Lea Michelle, and Diana Agron, just to name a few.

I was salivating at my prospects. The party was in the ball room of the swankiest hotel in Hollywood, and I had reserved the penthouse suite.

I mingled around the big room. I overheard Rhianna say, "those niggaz get on my nerves." I was never the one for that type of talk, so I inserted myself into the conversation. "Rhianna, you need to act like a proper lady at all times except in the bedroom where you are a submissive sex ****. Got it?"

Rhianna and the man she was talking to slowly nodded as the nanites made sure my words rang as 100% truth. "Why don't the two of you get a room and sir," I turned to the man she was talking to, a middle age black man in a sharp suit, "fuck her brains out."

The two nodded again and left hand in hand.

I moved around. The luscious Lea Michelle had her thick, gorgeous rich brown hair down as she laughed and talked with her hot blonde co-star Diana Agron. A three-way with these two would be awesome, but then I noticed Jennifer Lawrence, the hottest actress in Hollywood, heading for the bar to get a refill of her champagne. Conquering her would be awesome. My dick was hard, and there were so many choices. What to do or more importantly, WHO to do?