Movie star
Emily Vois walked along the gravel path, boiling with rage inside.
"How dare she, that upstart Judy, the damn rich girl. She's used to getting everything handed to her, not having to fight her way through life like a simple Texas girl. Was it for nothing that she slept with that producer, that fat pig? He promised me that role, and now she's going to be the one filming."
Emily found herself at the carved door of a luxurious mansion and angrily knocked with the small hammer hanging on a chain against the copper plate on the door. And she had good reason to be angry, as she had been promised the role in this film. The film was supposed to be based on a book by some Russian writer, Vurgenov or something, where a student robbed and killed a banker's wife with an axe. Emily was supposed to get the role of his girlfriend—a prostitute. Emily was a tall, slender blonde with a magnificent bust and fair skin; this was supposed to be her role. Judy Danuat was a hereditary witch and aristocrat; her ancestors had fled to the New World from France engulfed in revolution. She was the heiress to a vast fortune and loved trying everything new. Horse racing, car racing, travel—everything attracted the young lady with its novelty, and magic helped her a great deal, though the girl did not abuse it. Recently, Judy had become fascinated with the world of cinema and decided to star in a new film by a major studio, based on the classic Russian literature book by Dostoevsky, "Crime and Punishment."
With the help of a love potion, she managed to enchant one of the big bosses of the studio and get her role. Many young actresses swarmed around him, ready to sleep with him for a small part in a film. Judy didn't have to sleep with that pig; magic did everything for her, and the boss was ready to offer her any role. When the door opened before Emily, the mistress of the house herself stood there, that upstart aristocrat; there seemed to be no servants.
"Excuse me, I'm not buying anything, you can save both my time and yours," the aristocrat began in her haughty tone, mistaking Emily for a sales agent.
"No, I'm here about the role you stole from me," Emily folded her arms in front of her, letting this proud woman know who was in charge.
"Oh, you're from the studio, well then come in," and she opened the door wider, letting Emily into the house. Emily hesitated, then entered. The living room was furnished with expensive carved furniture, paintings in gilded frames hung on the walls, and a large grandfather clock stood in the corner.
"Make yourself comfortable here," the hostess gestured toward two armchairs and a small table on which stood a decanter and a couple of glasses.
"It's so hot, would you like some lemonade?" Judy poured a light liquid from the decanter, in which floated lemon slices and ice cubes. Emily drank the whole glass; it really was hot.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Judy looked at Emily with a slight smirk and narrowed eyes.
"You stole my role, I don't know how, but it was supposed to be mine, that pig promised it to me, I was supposed to play that prostitute," Emily felt that after drinking the lemonade, she didn't feel fresher, but on the contrary, even hotter.
"Well, I don't object that you could have played a prostitute, but Sonya is not your type," Judy smiled slightly, seeing how Emily unbuttoned a button on her blouse.
"Aren't you hot? Maybe take off your blouse, there's no one in the house except me, and we girls shouldn't be shy with each other," Judy added in an insinuating tone.
"Why not take it off, it's so hot," thought Emily, and she stood up and began unbuttoning her blouse.
"I think, since you're up anyway, you should take off your skirt too, so it's not so hot."
The girl did just that, remaining in her bra, panties, and stockings with a garter belt.
"I think that's unnecessary too, take everything off, though wait, leave the stockings on."
Emily took off her panties and bra, remaining only in her stockings. Judy smiled and beckoned her over with a finger.
"It seems to me you'll be more comfortable here on the floor, it's not as hot, you can get on your knees, it's better than standing, but first we'll examine you," the tone became more demanding.
"Come here, quickly." Emily approached Judy completely naked, and she looked her over from head to toe.
"Yes, you look like a cheap port whore. What are those pimples on your mug? Why do your tits sag like that? What's with that bush on your pussy? And you still want to be in movies? Turn around and bend over, I'll look at your ass."
Emily turned around and bent over in front of Judy.
"Spread them with your hands, quickly." The girl obediently did that too.
"Well, at least there are no bumps, and that's already good. You should wash your ass more often; for an actress, the ass is no less important than the face. Now go on your knees in front of me. Well then, you look like a decent enough whore, but how about in practice? You know they sometimes do anything for money, not just sleep with clients, but fulfill all their whims. So we'll play out the roles of client and prostitute with you, using the Stanislavsky method, heard of him?"
Emily silently nodded. Judy looked over the girl kneeling before her, then looked at her shoes.
"You know, these are very expensive shoes and they need proper care. They're made of genuine leather. I wore them to the studio today and they got a bit dusty. I think they need cleaning, and your little tongue is just right for that. Don't you think so?" Emily silently nodded in agreement.
"Well then, let's not delay, get to it."
Emily leaned over and began licking Judy's black shoes, starting from the pointed toe to the small straps. With particular care, she licked the metal buckles on the straps. Soon both shoes shone like new.
"Well, you did a decent job for a start, but the soles need cleaning. For starters, you can suck on the heel."
Emily took Judy's right foot, shod in the shoe, and began first licking and sucking the stiletto heel, feeling the sharp tip of the heel on her tongue, then began licking the sole. Having finished with it, Emily took Judy's left foot in her hand.
"Oh, I think I stepped in something. Could you clean that off?" A candy, already flattened, with sand and hairs, was stuck to the sole of the left shoe. Emily scraped it off with her teeth and swallowed it, tasting raspberry, and then diligently began licking the sole. Having finished, she carefully placed the foot back on the floor.
"Good girl, you've earned a reward."
Judy placed a crystal ashtray in the shape of a skull on the floor and poured lemonade into it.
"Lap it up," ordered Judy. "Good girl, now bark like a little dog," commanded Judy.
"Woof, woof, rrr aw," Emily barked and wiggled her butt as if she had a tail, then stuck out her tongue and panted like a dog.
"Good, I believe you, I believe you. You really could become an actress; you play a little dog so convincingly. Finish the lemonade."
And Emily began lapping up the lemonade until it was gone. Emily lapped from the ashtray. Judy sat in the armchair like a queen on a throne, watching Emily lap up the lemonade. When she finished, Judy smirked and looked at her.
"You know, whores like you have to service not only boys but also girls. Have you ever had to please women before? I'm sure you'll like it."
Judy stood up from the armchair, quickly undressed, and sat back down, throwing her legs over the armrests.
"Crawl to mommy and make me feel good."
Emily crawled to Judy on all fours. A beautiful sight opened before Emily: two slender thighs, and between them a smoothly shaved pussy with slightly swollen lips.
"Well, do you like the candy? You should try it too. Come on, bitch, lick it," Judy said with a slight smirk, and Emily obediently began to lick.
She licked fast and slow, passionately and gently, penetrating deep and sucking on the clitoris. Her tongue ran along the walls and lips, juices flowed from the pussy, and Emily licked them up. Emily passionately kissed her pussy and sucked it into her mouth.
"Good girl, candy, now lick my ass."
And Judy repositioned herself, lowering her butt slightly from the chair, giving Emily a chance to lick it. Emily began
licking the wrinkled hole so diligently that soon Judy's entire rear was wet with saliva. But then Judy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from her ass.
"Open your mouth." Emily opened her mouth, and Judy spat into it.
"Good girl, candy, now it's time to make you feel good too."
And Judy pushed Emily away and left the room. After a while, Judy emerged from the door leading to the adjacent room, and in front of her was strapped a sizable strap-on. In her hands, the girl held a small bottle. "Well then, candy, it's time to make you feel good too; you've earned it. So get on all fours, arch your back, and stick out your cute butt. Though I think I don't need to teach you; you're a grown girl and know everything well." Emily did just that, getting into a doggy-style position and arching her back. Judy began pouring liquid from the bottle onto her crotch. "Lubricate yourself well, candy; you'll need it." Emily began diligently lubricating her holes, pussy, and ass. Soon she felt a pleasant warmth and tingling emanating from them. Judy placed the head of the strap-on against the lips of Emily's pussy and, moving it over them, began to enter the girl.
She didn't rush and entered slowly, but still went in all the way, causing a moan to escape the blonde's lips. Giving her time to adjust, Judy began to fuck Emily, speeding up and slowing down, penetrating her at different angles. She also changed the speed and depth, treating the blonde quite gently all the while. Emily actively thrust back and moaned, feeling the warmth from her pussy spreading throughout her body. Emily cried out and trembled all over; a wave of pleasure completely overwhelmed her. "Well, I see you enjoyed yourself, blondie. I'm glad you liked it. Now we need to test you from another side. Lubricate your cute ass." Emily was still coming down from her ecstasy, but hearing the new order, she began generously lubricating her ass with oil and her own juices, inserting a finger into the ring of her anus.
Judy approached from behind and placed the head of the strap-on against the tight ring of the anus. "I hope you like it," she thought, and entered her ass. "Ayy mmm," Emily cried out and bit her lower lip; the entry was a bit painful. Judy didn't immediately shove the entire strap-on into the blonde's ass but gradually penetrated deeper and deeper, giving her a chance to get used to the new sensations. Then, when the strap-on was completely inside the girl, Judy began pulling it back out and, without exiting halfway, pushed it back into the blonde and began fucking her. She fucked Emily just as steadily, caressing her pussy with her hand. Emily had already grown accustomed to the pain and was now experiencing new, sharp sensations. Her mind grew foggy, and she cried out as she came, nearly losing consciousness. Judy looked down at the blonde lying at her feet with a smile. Judy unstrapped the strap-on, and it fell next to the blonde. The girl looked pitiful, with tear-stained and smeared mascara on her face. "Go take a shower and wash up, and wash the toy after yourself, candy." Emily picked up the strap-on and went to the shower.
After a while, Emily emerged from the shower clean and fresh, smelling pleasantly of floral soap. She looked as if nothing had happened to her. She approached Judy and habitually knelt before her. "Well, what should I do with you? Send you to the train station so you can play Anna Karenina there, though, oh, who am I telling this to, you don't even know who that is. Oh, grandmother, what a tongue you have." And Judy looked at the portrait of her grandmother, Claire. According to family legend, during the revolution, she was imprisoned in the Bastille but managed to escape with the help of a certain captain. Claire gave him the ring of Alexander the Great, which brought great success in war, and managed to board a ship sailing to the New World.
But the ship encountered a terrible storm, and grandmother swore that neither she nor her descendants would ever take a human life. The ship eventually arrived at the port. "Well then, candy, get dressed and listen to me. I have a script for you. It's about a giant ape, savages on an island, ancient lizards. Nonsense, of course, but they need a screechy blonde like you. I'll call, and they'll take you." Judy sat in front of a large tube radio, listening to the live broadcast of the Oscar awards. A pleasant, velvety voice from the speakers announced the winner: "And the winner for Best Actress is... Emily." Judy turned off the radio and raised a glass of wine. "Well, congratulations, Candy."