In the dimly lit dressing room of the old Hollywood studio, the air hung heavy with the scent of powder and perfume, the kind that clung to silk robes and whispered promises of stardom. The blonde, Lila, stood before the full-length mirror, her pale skin glowing under the soft bulb light. She peeled off her last layer—a sheer slip that slid down her curves like a lover's reluctant goodbye—leaving her completely bare. Her heavy breasts bounced free, nipples hardening into tight peaks as the cool draft kissed them. She stepped into a pair of stockings, one leg lifted high on the vanity stool, her shaved pussy lips parting slightly with the motion, a faint sheen of moisture catching the light.
Beside her, the brunette, Viv, lounged against the vanity, already down to her lace panties and garter belt. Her darker hair cascaded in loose waves over her shoulders, framing a face sharp with mischief. She cupped her own full tits absentmindedly, thumbs brushing over the dark areolas as she watched Lila with a predatory grin. 'Come on, doll,' Viv teased, her voice low and husky, 'you can't tell me you got that lead in 'Midnight Whispers' without spreading those pretty thighs for someone big. Spill it—who'd you fuck to climb this high?'
Lila straightened, snapping the stocking into place, her ass cheeks flexing as she bent forward. She turned to face Viv, hands on her hips, letting her breasts sway invitingly. 'Oh, honey, if you think a quick blowjob in the casting office seals the deal, you're playing small time. Director Hale? Yeah, I rode his cock raw in his trailer last week—let him pound my ass until I screamed his name. But that's just the appetizer. The real prize? Studio head Marcus Kline. Promised me the female lead in his next epic if I let him and his two investors take turns filling every hole. They bent me over that mahogany desk, one in my mouth, one stretching my pussy, the other claiming my tight rear. Came so hard inside me, I could feel it dripping down my legs for hours. And get this—he swore I'd be the next big thing, red carpet premieres, the works. Beat that, if you can.'
Viv laughed, a throaty sound that echoed off the vanity mirrors. She pushed off the edge, closing the gap between them until their naked bodies nearly touched, heat radiating from skin to skin. Her fingers trailed down her own belly, hooking into the waistband of her panties and tugging them down slowly, revealing the trimmed patch above her slick folds. She kicked them aside, standing fully nude now, her lithe frame contrasting Lila's softer voluptuousness. 'Marcus Kline? Please, that's yesterday's meat. I went straight for the top dog last month—producer Victor Lang. You know, the one who greenlights the blockbusters? He had me in his penthouse suite, tied to the bedposts with his silk ties. Fucked my throat until tears ran down my cheeks, then flipped me over and reamed my pussy so deep I thought I'd split. But wait, it gets better. He called in his personal trainer—some muscled Adonis—and they double-teamed me, one cock slamming my ass while the other pistoned into my cunt. Promised me not just a role, but a three-picture deal, my name above the title. And residuals, baby—real money. Your little desk romp sounds like amateur hour compared to that.'
Lila's eyes flashed with competitive fire. She stepped closer, their breasts brushing, nipples grazing like electric sparks. The blonde reached out, her hand sliding down Viv's side, fingers dipping between her thighs to trace the wet slit there. 'Tied up? Double-teamed? Cute, but I've got you topped. Remember agent Harlan Voss? The shark who owns half the town? I cornered him at that gala after-party. Dragged him into the coat room and dropped to my knees, sucking his thick dick until he begged for mercy. Then I bent over the rack, let him fuck my dripping pussy from behind while coats muffled my moans. But here's the kicker—he whispered in my ear, mid-thrust, that he'd personally sabotage any competition for my spot in 'Shadows of Desire.' No promises, just results: my rival got blacklisted overnight. And last night? I sealed it with his partner—let them both use me in the limo ride home. One in my mouth, swallowing every drop, the other pumping my ass until I came twice. They vowed to make me untouchable. What's your comeback to that?'
Viv moaned softly at Lila's touch, her hips bucking forward to grind against the probing fingers. She retaliated by grabbing Lila's breast, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching the erect nipple hard enough to draw a gasp. 'Blacklisted rivals? That's dirty, I like it. But Harlan's small fry. I seduced the entire board of the studio's funding arm—three old wolves in one go. At their private yacht party, I stripped down on deck, let them watch as I fingered my own pussy to get them hard. Then I took them one by one: first one's cock down my throat while I jerked the others. Switched to riding the second's lap, my tits bouncing in his face as he thrust up into my soaked hole. The third? I spread my cheeks and guided him into my ass, rocking back until he exploded. They promised me not just roles, but script approval and a percentage of the profits. Hell, one even said he'd divorce his wife for a taste of this anytime. Your limo fuck-fest can't touch a yacht orgy.'
The room grew thicker with their shared heat, breaths mingling as hands explored further. Lila's fingers plunged deeper into Viv's wetness, curling to hit that spot that made the brunette's knees buckle. Viv's free hand snaked between Lila's legs, rubbing circles over her swollen clit. 'Alright, you win the board,' Lila panted, her free hand kneading Viv's ass, pulling her closer so their pussies rubbed together in slick friction. 'But I fucked the director's son—young, hung like a horse. In the prop room, surrounded by fake swords and crowns. He ate my pussy until I squirted on his face, then flipped me onto all fours and fucked me doggy-style, his balls slapping my clit with every brutal thrust. Promised to talk his old man into casting me as the lead opposite the hottest star. And tonight? I'm meeting the whole family—gonna let them pass me around like their personal slut. Dad in my mouth, son in my pussy, maybe even the uncle in my ass. Guarantees a franchise. Top me now.'
Viv's eyes glazed with lust, her body arching into the touch. She pushed Lila back against the vanity, their breasts mashing together as she captured the blonde's mouth in a fierce kiss, tongues dueling like their stories. Breaking away, she whispered hotly against Lila's ear, 'Family affair? Fuck, that's hot. But I outdid it with the rival studio exec—slipped into his office during negotiations. Stripped naked on his conference table, spread my legs wide and begged him to fuck me senseless. He did: slammed his cock into my pussy, then pulled out and shoved it straight into my ass, pounding until I screamed. His assistant walked in—didn't stop, just pulled her in too. We sixty-nined while he took turns fucking our holes, cum leaking from both of us by the end. He promised to poach me with a seven-figure contract, director's cut included. Beat your family fuck, hands down.'
Their competition dissolved into raw need, bodies grinding, fingers thrusting in rhythm. Lila's moans filled the room as Viv dropped to her knees, burying her face between the blonde's thighs, tongue lapping at the dripping folds. 'God, you're soaked from all this talk,' Viv murmured, sucking on Lila's clit before plunging her tongue deep. Lila gripped the vanity, legs spreading wider, her own hand reaching down to tweak Viv's nipples. The dressing room echoed with wet sounds and gasps, their tales of conquest fueling the fire between them—each thrust of tongue and finger a claim to supremacy, promises of pleasure hanging as thick as the stardom they chased.
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