Morgana’s Gift
by Corrupting Power
Interruption Four — She’s Got Balls
It turned out Fatima’s entrance into Kevin’s life upended more than a few things because however fast he might have thought she’d wanted them to go, it wouldn’t have been as fast as Fatima had made it happen.
Within a week, she and her security team had moved everything Fatima owned from her LA home into Kevin’s. They were partners now, and Fatima intended to spend as much time with him as she could, even when her work schedule kept her busy. It also meant bringing her security detail—Jackson, the black man, and Mike, the white guy—into the fold in terms of knowing what was going on, in terms of magic, Merlin, Morgana and Strazo. Watching the two giant, lumbering men reduced with wide-eyed children in wonder at the sight of the tiny dragon was easily one of Kevin’s favorite things to happen to him since the entire chain of events had started.
True to her word, Fatima did like getting her way, and there had been a few points in the first couple of weeks of their relationship where things had gotten a little tense, but eventually they’d found middle ground and worked through it, by listening to one another and by Kevin refusing to be walked all over.
All the girls in the house had taken to her incredibly well, and the first time that he, Fatima and Ashley had played together had been far spicier than expected. Fatima had taken a very firm hand with the teenager and had turned her into a rather filthy and eager play partner for both of them, leaving Ashley so exhausted and fucked out that she’d skipped the next day of classes. Even when she’d come to dinner, she’d been limping a little, much to Kevin’s amusement. He might have been worried they’d overdone it with her, except Ashley couldn’t stop grinning all through dinner.
After dinner, he’d gone to spend a few hours in the studio, working on starting to put together some initial music thoughts for the Robert Rodriguez project when Fatima and Miriam came to swing by. He had a little silent buzzer so that people could let him know they were outside without them knocking, so if he happened to be recording something, it wouldn’t get interrupted. It was a nice little orange sign that said “visitors” which would flash, and when he saw it blinking, he finished up the drum pattern he’d been laying down and then moved over to open the door for them.
“Hey ladies, what’s up?” he said. It was unusual for them to come by his studio workspace, much like Kevin had learned to leave Fatima be when she was in the room she’d converted into her office in the house, so their presence, especially together, meant they likely had something important to talk over with him.
The two women moved past him and into the studio, moving to sit down on the couch he had had there. “So Miriam tells me you need to walk me through what’s going to end up happening tomorrow, because it’s, in her words, ‘a magic thing,’ which I can’t say pleases me much,” Fatima said as she looked up at him. “Fine. Tell me, what’s Midas Day?”
“Ah shit,” Kevin grumbled. “That’s tomorrow, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Miriam confirmed, “and while I know that I’m permitted to hang around you, I don’t know that she is, and I figured you might want to tell her in advance why she’s going to feel compelled to be away from you tomorrow.”
“I’m sure you told me some of it, but tell me again, because I’m certain based on Miriam’s face when she was reminding me about it, I clearly wasn’t paying anywhere near enough attention,” Fatima said, perching her chin on top of her folded hands. “What is it and why should I be worried?”
“So, as I told you before,” Kevin chuckled. “It’s the day every month when I wake up apparently irresistible to all women in the immediate area, and that area slowly increases minute by minute, and Midas Day ends when I have sex with somebody I’ve never had sex with before. On the last Midas Day, all the girls of the house mysteriously had reasons not to be around me, and nobody thought it strange, so I imagine that’ll happen again. You’ll probably get some urgent business call that you have to handle in person or something. No kidding, magic does strange things.”
“Alright,” Fatima said, her hand reaching out to stroke along Kevin’s thigh in a gesture more reassuring than sexual. “And what’s the point of it?”
“Other than Merlin fucking with me? He says it’s to play with Morgana’s gift to me, but also just to have a little fun with someone newly exposed to the world of magic. To escape it, he said I have to do something specific on Midas Day, something I’ve never done before, because I would surely remember it. For a while, I thought it might just be to survive a Midas Day without having any sex, but I’ve gone plenty of days in my life without having sex, so I reasoned that couldn’t possibly be it.”
“This Merlin sounds like a clever bastard indeed, much like his namesake.”
“Not his namesake,” Miriam corrected. “All those old stories are about him.”
“Wait, it’s not someone just using the name Merlin, but the actual Merlin? Does that mean Morgana La Fey is—”
“Most assuredly so,” Kevin replied. “And the relationship between Merlin and Morgana is depicted a lot of different ways over a lot of different stories, so who the hell knows what parts of them are true and which are fake? In any case, it doesn’t seem like either of them really wants to hurt me. Morgana’s gift in particular was taken straight from my mind because she thought I would ask for something too small for the high reward of saving her nearly immortal life. Based on how Merlin’s acted since I’ve seen him, I’d assume it’s best to think of them as friendly rivals at worst, affectionate contemporaries at best.”
“Lovers?” Fatima asked.
“Maybe,” Kevin admitted. “Merlin plays it insanely close to the vest, so getting him to give anything up without giving up even more seems nearly impossible. But he did seem to think of his minor modifications to Morgana’s gift to me as his way of saying thank you for helping keep her alive, so I wouldn’t be surprised to find out if they had been lovers at some point, maybe even currently. It strikes me as a bit more of an on-again, off-again sort of thing, though. Both of them seem very much like people who carve their own path first and foremost, and without any consideration for any partner’s thoughts or feelings on the matter.”
“Back to the original thing,” Fatima said. “How irresistible are we talking here, luv?”
“On the last Midas Day, I ended up having to flee a public beach chased by probably a hundred women in swimsuits, only to be captured by a van full of college girls, who had their way with me before I even really got my bearings.”
Fatima started giggling, holding her tan hands to her mouth, trying to keep herself somewhat quiet, but it was clear the image was absolutely delighting the woman. “That sounds mental!”
“I couldn’t get into my car because I knew I wouldn’t be able to drive it away—they were ready to completely surround it, and even if I got in and locked the doors, they’d probably eventually have just smashed the windows in and pulled me out and taken me right there on the pavement.”
“A lustful zombie horde,” Fatima managed to get out before starting to giggle all over again, completely unable to contain it at this point. “I know! I know it’s serious, luv, but even you have to see how bloody ridiculous it all sounds, how wild it had to have looked to anyone not affected by the magics. Even with all this, Merlin promises you’re going to be safe?”
“Within reason, he told me,” Kevin sighed, sitting down on the couch between them finally. “He can’t completely guarantee I’ll be safe, but he says none of the women will ever want to hurt me, they’ll always be of a fair age range and they’ll never bring any illness upon me. And when it comes to that much, I certainly believe him.”
“Oh?” Fatima asked.
“Mmm. It would ruin his game if I was sick or wounded for the next Midas Day, and that would mean he couldn’t have his fun,” Kevin said. “And I think the thing I’ve learned I can count on most with Merlin is that he likes a good show, and that he’s going to be watching me. I’m certain he was watching me on the last one.”
“What on earth were you doing at the beach if you knew it was going to be Midas Day?”
“I suspect there’s some magic compulsions involved that prevent me from doing things like just not leaving the house, or isolating myself somewhere completely inaccessible,” Kevin said with a smile. “Although the idea of locking myself in a bank vault and watching a swarm of beautiful women breaking me out does have a certain appeal to it.”
“Do you own a bank vault, luv?”
“I do not,” he responded patly.
“Then let’s not worry about things you cannot do,” she sighed. “I’m going to assume that Merlin’s magic will take me away from you, so I’m going to have to insist you do whatever it takes to ensure his safety, Miriam.”
“Naturally, ma’am.”
“Couldn’t you just accept the first woman to approach you, and be done with it?”
Kevin tapped a finger in the air. “You know, I thought about that a lot after he’d told me the rules, but for some reason, when it all started to happen, I felt compelled to run, as if it was my obligation to make it as difficult as possible for the women to catch me. I suspect that may be part of the game, some side effect of the spell. A need to flee from women in general, otherwise where’s the sport in it?”
“So I’m going to need to prepare for a good amount of running then, I take it?” Miriam asked him. “All on foot?”
“Vehicle transport is too easy to swarm and physically prevent from getting far. Even if we were already in a car when the whole thing starts, all they really need to do is surround us and we’re stuck where we are.”
“You don’t think they’d get out of the way of a car speeding at them?” his bodyguard queried, as if she found it all very hard to believe.
“I think Merlin promised that I would be safe, and the women not having any sense of self-preservation is very on brand for him, especially since it gives me constraints to have to work within. So, no, I don’t think they’d get out of the way of a speeding car.”
“What if we were in a helicopter?”
Kevin chuckled, shaking his head. “I think they would get in a second helicopter and would attempt to swing over to us on grappling hooks or something similar,” he told them. “You need to take me seriously on this. It’s going to be one of the most overwhelming things ever, but eventually, some woman’s going to get a grip on me, and then it seems like it’s just a matter of going with the flow from that point onward.”
Fatima took his hand in hers, holding it gently. “You’ll do wonderful, I’m sure of it, babe. Not much I can do but wish you good fortune and to at least have a little fun with it. And don’t stop thinking about what might be Merlin’s exit route he’s laid down for you.”
“He did say if I was still completely clueless by the time the next season rolled around, I could play him again for another hint.”
She looked over at Miriam and grinned a little. “Might I ask a small favor from you?”
“Of course, ma’am,” Miriam replied. “You’re as much my boss as he is at this point.”
“Can you both wear GoPro’s clipped to your chests, so I can watch this back on film later?”
Kevin smirked, shaking his head. “It almost sounds like you’re taking a little enjoyment in this,” he said to her.
She put on the most over-exaggerated expression of offense he’d ever seen. “A little enjoyment, babes? Oh no. I’m going to take a lot of enjoyment from this. I can’t wait to hear what sort of madness you get up to tomorrow, and being able to watch it back will bring me endless amounts of joy,” she said, snuggling up against him. “Beyond that, I’m just going to have to trust in the magic, won’t I? And hope that Merlin’s good for his word, and that he’ll keep you safe during all of this.”
“He’s particular about each and every word, ma’am,” Miriam said, “but he’s good for it.”
“Then I wish you both a fun and enjoyable Merlin Day tomorrow—”
“Midas Day, ma’am,” Miriam corrected.
“I know what I said, Miriam,” Fatima teased. “Anyway, enjoy the day and we can watch the footage together over family dinner when you’re all done, yes?”
The rest of the evening passed quietly enough and, as expected, next morning, he awoke again to an almost completely empty house, with Miriam curled up naked against his side, her arm draped over his chest protectively, as if even in her sleep she considered it her duty to keep him safe. He shook her to wake her from slumber as she grumbled at him. “Can’t we stay in bed a little while longer?” she muttered, even as she was starting to move.
“You can if you want, Miriam, but I think my body’s getting a head start with or without my consent,” he told her as he stood up and started pulling on clothes with little care as to whether or not they matched or even looked good together. Not that he normally cared about his appearance all that much, but generally even he wouldn’t have put on green camo sweatpants and a purple t-shirt together a as a combination.
“Right right,” she said, hopping very quickly out of bed, tugging on clothes as fast as she could, as if the muscle memory of needing to get dressed in a hurry was coming back to her. “I won’t bring the gun, simply because I don’t want the risk of it just going off.”
“Whatever, Miriam,” Kevin said, his legs starting to take him down the hallway, as Miriam grabbed two GoPros and moved to keep up with him. “It looks like we’re going!”
The two of them moved out to the front of the house and climbed into the red Tesla Roadster parked out front, and Miriam was making a point of staying one step ahead of him, because Kevin seemed to be completely out of control of his own actions.
“It’s so strange,” he told her as he started up the vehicle, heading down the hill from their home up in the Hollywood Hills. “I can feel my body doing things, but I don’t feel like I have any control of it right now, and I also don’t feel at all alarmed about it, which should, in and of itself, be alarming.”
“Any idea where we’re going?”
“The last time I drove down to the beach, so I can’t imagine we’re going to do the same thing,” Kevin told her, while she was hanging a GoPro on a lanyard around his neck before doing the same with herself. “It clearly hasn’t actually started yet, by the way.”
“How can you tell?” she asked.
“Nobody in the cars we’re driving past is looking at me yet,” he said with a chuckle. “This sort of happened last time as well, with my body sort of wanting to get me to some starting place, as if it was important for me to get positioned before the whole game began.” He glanced at the map, trying to discern where it was they were headed. “Looks like we’re heading towards West Hollywood, maybe?”
The Roadster kept heading south on N Curson Ave, even as it crossed Hollwood Blvd. He would’ve been surprised by the lack of traffic, but it was a Sunday and on a Sunday morning, driving through Los Angeles was just about bearable.
“Past Santa Monica Boulevard,” Miriam said. “Where the hell are we going?”
“I can’t imagine we’re going over to Pink’s Hot Dogs or something,” Kevin told her. “But this is Merlin we’re talking about. He does love his surprises.” Kevin felt himself turning the wheel to the left, as they turn eastbound on Melrose Avenue, a dry chuckle lingering on his lips. “Although we are headed that way.”
“Maybe you can stop at Yum Yum Donuts and we can get some breakfast,” Miriam said to him, amusement in her tone of voice. She had seemingly decided to roll with the punches and just enjoy the madness that the day held before them.
“Not Pink’s then,” Kevin said, as they crossed North La Brea Avenue, then North Highland Avenue a minute or two later. “Oh. Fuck. I think I know where we’re going.”
“You sound a bit more concerned than you did a second ago.”
“Well, Los Angeles is covered with endless places to hide, typically, but where we’re going, it’s going to be... well, a lot more complicated than that,” Kevin said. “And the kind of people we’re going to have to worry about, it’s more than your average girl on the street.”
Sure enough, Kevin felt his hands turning the wheel to the left on North Bronson Ave, heading up towards the main gate, as he heard Miriam gasp a little. “I mean, there’s no chance they let us in, is there?”
Kevin pulled the car up to the security gate, and a guard walked out to meet him, smiling as the man recognized him, giving him a polite wave. “Hey there, Mr. Bishop,” the guy said to him. “Mr. Wyllt said you’d be coming by to the studio today and that I was to give you and your bodyguard All Access badges. He also said to let you know there aren’t any tours of the studio today, so only the talent and the crews would be around. He said you’d know what that meant.”
A glance at the guard’s name tag gave Kevin enough information to seem like he was supposed to be there. “Thanks, Marvin,” Kevin said to him, as Marvin handed him a clipboard to sign in on. “I do know what that means, and hopefully we won’t be loitering around your lot too long. I just have to make sure I come back out this way, right?”
“Yep,” Marvin said, handing each of them a badge on a lanyard. “So you can return these. And if you leave the studio with them, they’re got transmitters on them so we know where they are, and we’ll have to bill you for the cost of sending someone to retrieve them, so please don’t do that, okay, sir? I know you’re one of Mr. Wyllt’s favorite composers, so the last thing I’d want to do is disappoint him.”
“No worries, Marvin,” Kevin said, tossing the badge around his neck. “We will be back to return the badges before we head home for the night, although we may be here for most of the day.”
“Yep, totally get that, sir,” Marvin said, waving his hand. “One question, though. Uh, what are the GoPros for?”
“Mapping the path between my place and set, Marvin,” Kevin said, not skipping a beat. “Mr. Wyllt asked us to do it. We know better than to take them onto active shooting sets, though.”
Marvin shot him a thumbs up. “All I needed to hear. Have fun, Mr. Bishop, and welcome to Paramount Studios!”
Kevin gave a friendly wave as the gate was lifted, driving his Roadster onto one of the most famous places in the entire world. Even on a Sunday, the place was humming with activity, because filming never really stopped anymore at the movie studios, unless sets were being built or torn down.
He’d been given a tour of the studios once, a long time ago, but he barely retained any of the knowledge from that, as he’d been reasonably drunk at the time, the band celebrating after a relatively successful gig when a movie star fan had offered to show them around the lot, so how could any of them say no?
(Literally, the band had all forgotten the word ‘no,’ they were that drunk.)
Miriam let out a slight sigh of relief as they drove onto the Paramount lot. “Thank god Miss Rouchard’s film is being produced over on the Fox Studios lot. I can’t imagine running into her on a day like this.”
“Or Alice, for that matter,” Kevin said with a little nervous laugh. “How the fuck would I explain that at the next regular meeting to review my work? ‘Sorry you couldn’t help yourself with the overwhelming urge to fuck my brains out. That wasn’t my fault. Magic did it.”
Miriam giggled a little bit. “God, that shouldn’t be as funny as it is.” She glanced around, almost as if she was doing her best to memorize as much of the layout of the area as she could. “Who’s Mr. Wyllt?”
“It’s another name for Merlin,” Kevin sighed. “After I realized I was dealing with the real Morgana La Fey and Merlin, I did as much reading about the two of them as I could, and let me tell you, that is an utter pain in the ass. Like I was saying last night, the two of them are such popular figures in mythology, and there’s so many interpretations of them all across the board, none of which are in line with any of the others. The only thing that seemed to be consistent across the board is that they’re both somewhat of tricksters and while they’ll adhere to the letter of any deals made, they’ll also try and find as many loopholes in those deals as they can, not out of malice, but out of the joy of outwitting someone and getting the better end of the deal.”
“There he is over there!” Miriam said, pointing out the car window, but Kevin couldn’t bring himself to slow, much less stop, the car. “Damn, I am certain that I saw him.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” Kevin replied. “He strikes me as the kind of man who likes to keep an eye on his games while they’re running.” The car slowly moved to park in a spot marked “Mister Bishop” not far from the Blue Sky Tank, which was filled with water for filming some sort of sci-fi film where it looked like a red metallic ship was floating atop an ocean, a strange skyline with pink clouds and three suns in sunset behind it, although only part of the ship had been built, enough for the shot but not much more past that in either direction, clearly the rest of the craft going to be filled in with CGI. There were three figures sitting atop of it, as a camera crew filmed them, one man, one woman and one character that looked like it was going to be CG’d in later, a combination of green balls and sticks, their backs turned to the camera, looking at the sunsets.
Kevin and Miriam got out of the car and started walking away from the Blue Sky Tank, Kevin’s feet still moving entirely on their own without his plan or consent. “Wonder what they were filming back there?” Miriam said to him. “The craft design looked very unique.”
“I think it said something about a storm on the back of one of the seats, but I didn’t take a good look at it,” he told her. “The last thing I want to do is disrupt someone’s filming, although I have a feeling that’s going to happen here, no matter what my intent is.”
“Well, you’re about to be the biggest flame to women ever any minute now,” she said with a soft laugh. “So I’d say your intent matters for jack and shit.” She glanced around. “Where the hell are we going?”
Kevin felt his feel slowly come to a stop as he looked up, finding himself underneath the Paramount Studios water tower. He glanced up and muttered beneath his breath in a singsong rhythm, “there’s baloney in our slacks...”
“That was the Warner Bros. watertower, Kev,” Miriam said with a grin.
“I never would’ve pegged you for an Animaniacs fan.”
“Everyone’s an Animaniacs fan, Kevin,” she said. “What are we doing here?”
“It’s...” Kevin glanced around, noticing heads were starting to turn his way from the distance. Nobody close by, nobody right on top of him, miles and miles of distance between him and any woman who wasn’t his bodyguard. “It’s starting. Take a look.”
There were women on the edges of his vision, nothing more than ants in the distance, but they were starting to make their way over towards the two of them. It was different than the first time. It wasn’t sudden and there wasn’t an immediate rush of people. The first time had been like being in the middle of a zombie horde movie. The second time, it was like being a paranoid 1970s spy thriller, where anyone anywhere could suddenly be holding a gun in his direction.
He wasn’t sure if it was better or worse.
Kevin wasn’t sure which direction he should be going, so he simply started walking, and quickly, with Miriam at his side.
The chase felt different too, as he didn’t feel compelled to go as fast as possible. It wasn’t about running; it was about evading. But no matter how he moved, no matter where he went, knew in the end, he wasn’t going to escape, he wasn’t going to get away. This was a game he was scheduled to lose each and every time.
Except the one time he didn’t.
This wouldn’t be that one time.
He scurried into one of the soundstages and was glad to find that nobody was filming today. It was built up to resemble the lobby of a hotel, with couches scattered around, and an impressive front desk that looked like it was rigged to explode, although the actual pyrotechnics weren’t deployed, just places for them to be put. Kevin almost wished he could take the time to explore, but he needed to keep moving. It was odd, knowing that each of the walls was just an illusion, and that stepping around to the other side of them would reveal exposed wood.
Kevin moved across the fake lobby and was hoping to run across to the other side, but as he was passing by the edge of the lobby set, a pair of hands reached out and grabbed him suddenly, pulling him over to one side.
“Got you!” a younger woman laughed, pushing him to sit his ass down on a couch with a quick ‘oof!’
He got a glance of the woman seeing a second woman coming to join her. The younger woman looked like she was in her early twenties, a little mousy, wearing contemporary fashion—slacks and a button-up red silk blouse, but the look seemed uncomfortable, like she wasn’t entirely familiar with how it should all fit together, brown hair pulled into a ponytail and green eyes behind bright red librarian styled thick rimmed glasses, a thin chain with a golden cross hanging around her neck. “Hello?” Kevin said, as Miriam moved to stand alongside the couch.
“You got him, Ellie,” a second woman said, a sharp contrast to the mousy woman. She was tall, bold, blonde and strident, and whereas the mousy woman seemed awkward in her fashion, the taller woman made the fashion work for her, inhabiting the latest fashions with a confidence that controlled the entire room. She wore her hair long, her silver shirt open enough to show off a dark black lacey bra on display, the skirt high with long leather boots running up to mid-thigh. “I don’t know how you did it, but you got him.”
“Yes, Miss Bassini,” Ellie giggled. “I figured he didn’t have far to go, so if he came this way, we’d nab him.”
“I did agree that if you got him, you could have us use him as you wanted,” Miss Bassini said. Kevin recognized Lily Bassini, one of the biggest movie stars working today, taking on loads of dangerous and daring roles, getting another Oscar nomination—her fifth, only one of which she’d won—for her most recent film, written and directed by Aaron Sorkin. “So what are we doing?”
“First and foremost, Lily, you are going to sit the fuck down,” Ellie said, shoving Lily down onto the couch next to him, the blonde’s eyes widening suddenly. “You have pushed and shoved me around nonstop since I became your assistant seven months ago, running me fucking ragged, so I’m going to make sure this man runs you just as fucking ragged.”
“Now Ellie, I’m not sure—” Lily started to say before Ellie reached out and slapped her, the sound of her fingers striking Lily’s face ringing like a clap of thunder in the quiet sound lot. The hit was certainly not all that hard, but it was more than enough to shock the blonde, whose mouth dropped open wide, unable to find words.
“No room for uncertainty, you wicked bitch,” Ellie said to her. “I have listened to your shit about the smallest and pettiest of perceived offenses each and every day since you brought me on. Your coffee wasn’t hot enough, or it was too hot, or it didn’t have the right amount of cream or sugar in it, and you were inconsistent about it the whole time.”
Miriam laughed a little bit, but as soon as Ellie’s wheeled to look at her, his bodyguard raised her hands in mock surrender.
“You have constantly mocked my appearance, insulted my style and yet whenever I have asked you for help, you have scoffed at it,” Ellie told Lily, shoving a fingertip in her face the entire time. “Since you have given me free rein for this, with no consequences for my actions during it, I intend to fucking use that to show you what a hellacious bitch you’ve been, not just to me, but to your coworkers, your ex-boyfriends and just generally anyone who’s ever had the unfortunate circumstance to ever come into your orbit, you vacuous cunt.”
Lily’s eyes were as wide as full moons in the night sky, and Kevin couldn’t help but feel he was caught up in someone else’s drama.
“Your last boyfriend, Kurt? He came crying to me, asking if he was the problem or if you were, and because I worked for you, I couldn’t tell him how much you’d been manipulating him for months, just for the sake of a promotional tour,” Ellie sneered. “Yank up that skirt and show this fine specimen of a man just what a slut you are.”
Lily didn’t seem to have a bone of resistance left in her, so she reached down and started tugging the silver skirt up to her waistline, revealing her uncovered, completely bare snatch, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, looking all the world genuinely nervous.
“See that? She can’t even wear panties to the set,” Ellie said, leaning over Lily, reaching a hand down to grind her slender fingers hard against the blonde’s twat. “She likes the crew to smell the scent of her dripping cunt whenever she’s around. Because she’s a fucking cocktease. Isn’t that right?”
Lily nodded from behind hooded eyes, as if a child caught in a lie by a parent.
“If you’re lucky, I’ll let him fuck you a bit, but first, he’s got a more important person to drill,” Ellie said, her hands unbuttoning her slacks. “Me. Get over here.” Ellie was positioning herself at the edge of the couch, leaning just ever so slightly over the arm of it, her face almost right in line with Lily’s. “I want her to see my face while you fuck me.”
Kevin stood up, looking over at Miriam, who looked like she could explode into giggles at any moment, then moved to stand behind Ellie, who was unceremoniously shoving her slacks and a flimsy black thong down to her knees. She thrust her ass back in his direction, wiggling it a bit, so Kevin moved to get his cock out, only somewhat stiff.
“You need a bit more of a show to get that weapon ready?” Ellie said, glancing back. “Okay then. Slut, get your tits out for him. Let him see those breasts that you’ve steadfastly refused to show on camera no matter how much fucking money they’ve been willing to throw at you.”
“But Ellie,” Lily said. “They’ve got cameras on.”
“And they can do whatever the fuck they want to with what they’re recording,” Ellie taunted into Lily’s face. “How does that make you feel?”
Lily’s eyes rolled back into her head as she moaned carnally, so much so that Kevin thought she might be having an orgasm. “Out of control,” the blonde finally forced herself to say.
“And what did you tell me your number one turn on was?” Ellie laughed.
“Being out of control,” Lily moaned again, this time just a moment before Ellie leaned in and kissed her, the blonde reticent at first before getting very much into the moment, her hands reaching down to try and unbutton her shirt before growing frustrated, just ripping the last few buttons open, then unclasping the front of her bra, letting those massive breasts of hers spring free, at least C cups but maybe even Ds or even Es, they were so generous.
Kevin couldn’t help but feel his cock surge as he watched one of Ellie’s hands reach down and heft up one of Lily’s large tits, as if making sure he got a good look at it, the rosy pink nipple like a pencil eraser, so stiff and firm.
Ellie broke from the kiss to look back at him, a maddened smile on her lips. “What are you waiting for? C’mon and fuck me, stud. Or should I call you Daddy?”
This was clearly going to be his Midas Day encounter for the month, so he decided to simply go along with the flow and enjoy the moment, the smile on Miriam’s face even as she moved around, trying to capture as much of the scene as she could with the GoPro hanging around her neck. He lined the head of his dick up against Ellie’s pussy and pushed forward, finding her more than ready for him, her tiny body leaning back onto him, making sure he didn’t skimp on how deep the thrust was going to be, because clearly she wanted it balls deep.
“Fuck you feel good,” Ellie moaned at him. “But I need you to pull out, just for a minute.”
“What?” Kevin asked.
“Just fucking do it, alright?!”
He shrugged a little bit, sliding his dick out from within her wet folds as Ellie grabbed him and pulled him over around towards the front of the couch, as Lily’s eyes focused on the sight of his wet cock in front of her.
“That’s it, you bitch,” Ellie said to Lily. “You’re going to get a taste of his dick, but only now that it’s got my cunt all over it.” She grabbed Lily’s shoulders and shoved her off the couch and down onto her knees as the blonde’s hands reached up to grab his shaft, making sure it was aligned, because Ellie kept pushing, forcing the actresses head onto his cock until he could feel the head of it lodged against the back of her throat, seeing her cheeks puff a little bit in slight panic, her airway blocked off, which Ellie kept her at for a long moment before pulling her head back, letting the blonde suddenly wheeze and gasp for lungfuls of desperate air. “You want more of it, don’t you, cunt?”
“I do, Ellie,” Lily said, nodding frantically. “You know I do.”
“Well, get used to disappointment,” Ellie laughed, tugging Lily back up onto the couch. “If you’re a good little whore, maybe I’ll let you have sloppy seconds, but he’s gonna fuck me first, and you’re gonna suck his cum out of my snatch.”
Kevin moved back to his position behind Ellie, the small woman’s glare telling him where he was supposed to be without her even saying so, and moments later, he was thrusting back inside of Ellie’s pussy, feeling her shiver and quake around him.
“Fuck he’s so good, Lil,” Ellie taunted. “Such a big fat daddy dick in my tight young pussy... I’ve fucked like half of your ex-boyfriends you know. Fuck, that’s it, harder, daddy. They come to me, after you’ve thrown them away like expired milk, and they just need someone to comfort them, to tell them it wasn’t entirely their fault, so I’ve fucked so many goddamn Hollywood A-listers, but none of them ever fucking stay. I make them feel better, I give them a fucking hole to dump their sadsack sperm into and then they go away, back to hunt more starlet snatch instead of staying with me, a woman who might give a shit about them or their lives...”
Lily was rubbing her own twat now, her fingertips jamming against her clit even while Ellie talked down to her, their faces only inches apart, Ellie taking a kiss from the blonde every now and again.
“God, I can’t wait to feel you cumming inside of my pussy,” Ellie said, looking back to Kevin, drawing him back into the moment. “I’m gonna make her lick it out of me, and if she’s doing a good enough job at it, I’m gonna let you fuck her bitch brains out while she’s doing it. But only if she’s doing a good job.” Ellie swatted her fingers against Lily’s face again. “I think that’s fair, don’t you, cunt?”
“Yes, Ellie,” Lily whimpered in eager desperation. “Very fair.”
“C’mon, Mister Man, Mister Big Daddy Dick,” Ellie said, lowering her head down, her ponytail threatening to completely fall out of the scrunchy. “Hammer it into me and make me take your cum. That’ll make cum so fucking hard myself... make this whore even more jealous...”
Miriam wiggled her eyebrows in Kevin’s direction, almost daring him to do it, so he shrugged and with one hand grabbed Ellie’s ponytail and gave it a sharp yank, forcing her head to lift back up as the most carnal moan he’d ever heard in his entire life erupted from this tiny creature, the most wanton and sexual plea for more he could’ve imagined, as he shoved his dick hilt deep into her spasming snatch, feeling her body bloom into overwhelming orgasm without hesitation, every muscle inside of her clenching and squeezing, and at the suddenness of the multitude of sensations, he found his own body giving way, as he started to count out on-tempo blasts of hot jizz inside of her slender body, one-two-three-four.
After the four count, he slumped forward a bit, feeling his orgasm subsiding as hers did as well, as she began to giggle, then laugh, looking back at him with tears in her eyes, such an intense emotional release that it seemed to overwhelm every floodgate in her body. “Holy motherfucking shit, I’ve never cum that hard from fucking anything,” she laughed, unable to stop laughing, half a year of mental frustration all flowing out of her in that moment. “You still want him to drill you too, Lily?”
The blonde Oscar winner nodded shyly. “I’ll do whatever you want me to if you’ll let me get fucked by him, Ellie.”
“You know what you have to do,” Ellie said, sliding off his cock, moving around to sit down on the couch, and Lily couldn’t get down onto her knees fast enough, but before she could get her face to Ellie’s cunt, Ellie waggled a finger. “You can’t expect him to crouch down that much to fuck you. Get on the footstool, so he can take you at his leisure.”
Lily nodded frantically, pulling over a footstool before laying down on it in prone position, her face moving to rest between Ellie’s thighs, as she started to lick the brunette’s slit, catching the first few loose droplets of cum before diving right in, shoving her tongue into Ellie’s cunt.
“Holy fuck, she must really want you to plow her, mister,” Ellie said with a giggle. “But it’s up to you. If you want to fuck her, you can. But you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Ellie gave him a playful wink before mouthing the words ‘take her ass’ to him.
Lily was wiggling her hips in his direction, and that infamous Hollywood ass was practically calling him, so he moved around to the back of the footstool, reaching down to give that ass a spank, hearing Lily moan throatily into Ellie’s cunt in response.
Miriam stepped over, pulling a small bottle of lube from her bag, drizzling a bit onto his cock for him, reaching down to stroke it a little bit, leaning in to kiss him. “Aren’t you glad I’m here keeping you safe?” she teased.
“You call this safe?” he joked back.
“Safe as houses. Now get in there and have a good time,” she said with a laugh.
Kevin moved into place, reached down with both hands to pry those pale white cheeks apart to expose that pucker, and as soon as he pushed the tip of his dick against it, he could feel Lily trying to lean back into him, almost forcing him to impale her on his cock faster than he’d intended.
“Fuck yes yes yes yes fuck fuck how did you fucking know?” Lily howled. “How did you fucking know I wanted to be your anal whore? Do it! Drill my whore ass!”
“Your mouth isn’t doing what it’s supposed to b—OH!” Ellie said, scolding Lily like she was going to have him stop, only for Lily to dive face first into her muff once more, this time with even more enthusiasm and fervor than before, as if she would do just about anything to keep Kevin from stopping.
His hips did his best to a good tempo, but good lord, was Lily Bassini’s ass tight. He set a sledgehammer rhythm, not able to push or pull too much, but trying to give as much force as he could, smacking his dick into her ass, making those toned cheeks jiggle just a little still. But the sight of her continually eating his cum out of another woman, combined with the compressions she was giving around his shaft, he found himself cumming again before he knew it, and when he did, it set off an orgasm so intense in Lily that he was glad her face was shoved against Ellie’s snatch because otherwise the shriek of pleasure might have drawn security guards from all over the studio lot.
He felt himself slip softly out of Lily’s ass abruptly not long after his orgasm, even as Lily finished licking his cum completely out of Ellie’s snatch. Kevin tugged his boxers and pants back up, Miriam standing next to him for balance. He was about to leave the actress and her assistant to each other, but as he was preparing to go, the two women suddenly seemed to realize they weren’t quite finished with him.
Lily stood up first, taking the top of her wrist to wipe across her mouth, making sure she didn’t have any of his or Ellie’s cream on them, then moved over grabbed Kevin’s hair, pulling him into a searing hot kiss, pressing her generous tits right up against his chest, turning a little bit with him, making sure that Miriam’s camera got the perfect angle of the two of them connected in a heated lip lock for what felt like days.
After pulled back from the kiss, Lily licked her lips with an almost coy smile. “Ellie? Headshot, please.”
Whatever power Ellie had wielded moments again, that spell was broken, and the mousy girl stood up quickly, moving over to grab her back, pulling out a leather folder, tugging a headshot from within, holding it and a silver sharpie out to the movie star.
“You know, I don’t think I ever caught your name,” Lily said to him with a shy smile.
“It’s, ah, Kevin. Kevin Bishop. I’m a composer.”
“Of course you are, dear.” Lily took the headshot from Ellie along with the sharpie, then spun Kevin around, so she could use his back as a surface to write on. After scrawling on the glossy headshot for a second, she spun him around again and kissed him a second time, this one less intense and more playful. “I hope I won’t see that footage anywhere, but if I do, well, I did agree you could do whatever you wanted to with it,” Lily said, biting her bottom lip again. “Thank you for a lovely afternoon. Don’t forget to turn your badges in on the way out.”
She handed him the headshot and then she and Ellie simply walked away from them, even in their state of half undress and full dishevelment.
“What’d she write?” Miriam said.
“All that just happened, and that’s your question?” Kevin asked with a laugh.
“It’s a fair one.”
“It says, ‘To Kevin, You fuck better than anyone I’ve ever met. I’ll give you my Oscar for another go. Your anal whore, Lily Bassini,’” he said, turning the picture to show her.
“Well, you’re definitely framing that.”