Megan Scott is a former child star all grown up and eager to show her stuff. At 18 years old, she’s just been named “Sexiest Woman Alive” by a major industry magazine, and thus came to the attention of Hollywood’s top movie producer. Just what, and who, will Megan do to get that starring role in a big budget action movie? And what happens with her bitterest rival, Hollywood’s hottest hottie, comes to steal her role?
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Warning: This story is full of explicit consensual sex between young women and an older men, a little girl-on-girl action, mmf ménage a trios, and it includes some hot group sex. This story is sizzling hot, and could be too hot to handle for some readers because Hollywood starlets will do anything, or anyone, to get the part.
This is a short story of approximately 5900 words. This is a great story if you want a fun erotic read about Hollywood hotties getting down and dirty.
“You’re willing to go topless?” Abner said. “And be completely nude on set for the filming of love scenes?”
“Take off your top,” he said.
Megan perked up. They were treating her exactly the same. Even hot young super star Whitney Winns had to show them her tits.
Whitney looked surprised. Megan begged the Heavens the stuck up super tramp would refuse. She knew the real Whitney, the man-eating, party-all-night-long Whitney. She knew the secret Whitney who got drunk, took off her clothes, and danced naked atop tables. Almost nightly. And it looked like Whitney was going to refuse, until Abner started tapping one finger on Megan’s glossy.
Whitney stared at the photo a long second, reached back and unzipped. Megan groaned, cursing her rotten luck. What was Abner doing? Did he just want to see Whitney’s tits? Or was he seriously considering giving Whitney the role?
“I should’ve blown all four of them while I was out there,” she muttered, watching Whitney shimmy out of her tight leather dress. Megan raised a brow when she noticed Whitney was running commando. When did she get the full Brazilian wax? “My God, her body is incredible. I would fuck her if she offered.”
“Are your tits real?” Jake asked. He was a bold one. Megan grinned. Whitney hated, hated, hated it when people doubted her claims her tits were natural. They were real; Megan witnessed their fast rise to prominence over that terrible summer. “They did just suddenly appear.”
“No they didn’t,” Whitney said, leaning over at the waist, fists on well-rounded hips. She scowled at Jake. Then she surprised them all by striding over to him and leaning over the table. “Touch them. Feel them. See for yourself that they are real.”
About the Author:
Jenevieve DeBeers loves a good erotica story. The wilder the better. She writes what she likes to read, and hopes you enjoy her stories, too.