You ignore Rosenberg's whining other than saying that you'll take care of it. After a quick stroll down the main stairs, you jump into your favourite Comet that's conveniently parked in front of the mansion. Tires squeal as you pull out, then put a tight turn at the end of the driveway as you merge into the street.
After a short drive you are at the studio complex on Prawn Island where first-rate smut is being cranked out in mass to satisfy the nation's horny appetites for hot Candy Suxx, Mercedes, and other porn stars. You walk into the set, recognizing from the distance Candy's sexy, but currently pissed, voice.
The hot, busty redhead is arguing with the director. She is wearing only a tiny red G-string and is gesticulating passionately as she yells, making her huge, round tits bounce arousingly and her luxurious fiery hair fly. Noticing you come in, she turns to you, treating you to a full frontal view of her big puppies as they dampen their intertia and settle into place on her chest with a slight bounce. Her nipples are big and aroused, standing out proudly towards you.
"Tommy, thank God you're here!" She runs up to you and hangs on your neck, pressing her big tits into your chest and grinding her hips at you. "You tell this prick, Tommy, cause I already did. His male 'star' is fucking pathetic and I don't want to fuck him anymore!"
"He's the best in the business, Candy," the director jumps in. "Come on, Candy."
"And I'm telling you he can't get me off like Tommy can!" Candy turned around and lunged at the director again, so hard that you had to hold her around her waist. "And I'm sick of faking it. Get me a real man, already!"
The director sighs, looking desperate. It's obvious he tried everything already and the movie is in jeopardy. Then he looks at you.
"Tommy, maybe you could double a few scenes for him where his face isn't visible? It will not take long."
Candy's face lights up and you can see in her eyes that was the whole point of her scandal from the very begining. She leans into you again, stroking your chest with her hands seductively and looking into your eyes pleadingly.
"Oh, please, Tommy?" She pleads. "It'd make me feel so much better." |