Sex Club Party (ff Mf MMff nc cons celeb)
Eddie Maivia
A Story by eDDie
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Chapter One: Goin' Back to Cali
The hot California sunshine was a marked contrast to the drizzle and
fog of London in February. As the four female members of S Club 7
stepped out of the doors at LAX, they were met with a blast of heat
that surged over and through their bodies. They were also met by a
short, swarthy man in a loud shirt and a Miami Vice suit.
"Girls! Welcome to sunny Hollywood!" he shouted, his voice like
gravel, his accent more New Jersey than Beverley Hills, "Glad to have
you lovely things on board, we're gonna make movie history, you mark
my words! Taxi! Goddammit! Taxi!"
And with that, they had been introduced to Harry Fontana, the
producer, director and financier of the S Club 7 movie, the movie
that would make the S Club bigger than the Spice Girls. Harry was the
man who would be their God for the next nine weeks. It would have
been more reassuring to the four teenage girls if he hadn't been
Danny DeVito on acid.
--
Little over an hour later, the four were sitting in their trailers on
the set. There would be time to sleep later. They had a hastily-
arranged casting meeting first. Their early misgivings had been
allayed on arrival at the set of the movie. It was like nothing
they'd ever seen before. A huge trailer each. Limos to drive them
around the city. Celebrities and media everywhere. Harry was a big
shot, and the girls felt both flattered that he was seeing to them so
personally, and uneasy that he was renowned for producing high-
budget, low-IQ action films with token bimbos stripping at every
given opportunity. Still, this was a kid's movie, wasn't it?
Rachel pulled her holdall onto the bed and started unpacking her
luggage. She hadn't misjudged the heat of the Californian spring, and
her wardrobe was soon full of tight belly tops, short skirts and
swimming costumes. Rachel looked herself in the mirror, her tanned,
firm body and her gorgeous brown hair staring back at her. She was a
sexpot and she knew it. S Club was the break she had always needed to
get in the public eye, and if her obvious charms were the foot in the
door she needed to take stardom to the next level, then so be it. Use
her body to open the door for her brain, was Rachel's philosophy.
Tina sat and looked out of the trailer window at the expansive movie
set. The raven-haired beauty sometimes felt out of her depth in the
constant merry-go-round of teen stardom. She had always wanted to be
a performer, but for the joy of performing, not for the attention and
certainly not for the pressure on her to be a sexy lust icon for
millions of teenage boys. She felt uncomfortable in the skimpy
outfits that her role demanded of her, and rued the fact that she had
joined the fame game before she had fully found the sort of person
she was. To laugh. To love. To kiss. To have...sex. The thoughts were
always in Tina's mind.
Hannah and Jo wached cable while the other two occupied themselves.
Though both attractive blondes, the two couldn't have been more
differnet. Hannah was as cute as a button, tousled blonde locks
framing a face not unlike Emma Bunton's. Eyes of the clearest blue
and the sweetest smile, Hannah was not as sultry as Rachel but
certainly brought her own special sexuality to the team. All she ever
wanted was to be famous, and now she was she was on a constant high
24/7/365.
Jo stood up and pulled her bikini out of her bag. Although she'd
never admit it to the other girls, Jo sometimes felt out of place in
S Club 7. There she was, an Essex girl on the wrong side of the
tracks, who met an agent in a club at the age of 13, and on the first
night they knew each other gave him her virginity and became his teen
slut in exchange for his promises of the big time. The thing was,
that he had delivered and here she was now, a slightly beefy, white
trash Essex slapper, suddenly a teen idol. Jo didn't know whether to
laugh or cry as she slipped her shorts down her smooth legs, pulled
her top over her head, and then, in full view of Hannah, fixed her
bikini top over her bulging naked boobs and then pulled her bikini
bottoms up over her dark brown hairy pussy. Jo certainly wasn't a
natural blonde. Hannah didn't even blink. The four were so tight that
they had seen each other naked a million times. Jo grabbed her towel
and headed for the swimming pool.
--
Another hour later, and the four were sitting in the casting meeting
with Harry and his team - Brent the scriptwriter, a cute but kind of
geeky guy in his 20s; Chip the stage manager, a beast of a man and as
rugged as they come; and Charlie the wardrobe and makeup director, a
voluptuous blonde woman, in her 30s.
Harry spoke first. "We're here this afternoon to arrange some of the
scenes that you'll be shooting, and sort out your wardrobe. Nothing
too major, but some things need to be discussed, okay?"
The girls nodded their agreement. The atmosphere was light-hearted
and the sun was lifting the spirits of the four girls.
The atmosphere was about to change.
"Okay girls, the first thing we need you to do is strip down to your
underwear for us." Harry grinned, chomping on his fat cigar.
"Excuse me?" Rachel blurted.
"I'll tell you now, ladies" Brent said, "you're going to spend a lot
of this movie in nothing much more than those hot bikinis you wear on
TV so you might as well get over it pronto, 'kay?"
Hannah and Tina shot each other worried glances as Brent leaned back
into his seat.
"One at a time please girls, do you think we've got 4 pairs of eyes
each?" Harry rasped, "Jo, let's start with you."
Jo had been here before, stripping in front of ogling men. The legend
of the casting couch had been a reality for Jo since she was 13. She
let her agent fuck her on their first meeting. She had let the
manager of the record company fuck her to get in the band. And she
had fucked god knows how many journalists to get flattering reviews
in the media. So this was just another day. Still, she was puzzled.
She was only wearing the bikini in any case.
"Erm...Harry..i've already got a bikini on!"
"Sorry, did i say we'd be leaving the underwear on? Slip of the
tongue. I meant NAKED."
Tina's eyes widened as she heard Harry's gravelly laugh. She looked
over at Hannah, who was pale with fear herself. Rachel was no
different, but she was at least trying to keep herself calm. But all
other eyes were on Jo, as she peeled off her wet bikini top to reveal
her ample tits (Harry guessed at 34c) topped with hardening pink
nipples. As Harry fingered the discarded top, the four crew members
leered as Jo's dark bush was exposed, glistening with water from the
pool. Jo made no attempt to cover herself. She looked dispassionately
out of the window as she was ogled.
"Very nice, Jo....very nice indeed" Harry laughed, "And now, Rachel,
let's see your charms..."
Rachel swallowed hard. More than anything, she wanted to punch
Harry's lights out. But it would be a VERY bad career move. So she
swallowed her words and her pride and took the hem of her tight white
belly top. Looking harshly at Brent, who she had already taken a
disliking to, she pulled it up and over her head. Her tiny shorts
followed down her slim legs until she was standing in a matching
tartan bra and panties. Without removing her glare from Brent, she
unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her magnificent tits
burst free, at least 32D, jutting proudly forward without a hint of
sag in them. Rachel's nipples were a deep chesnut, larger than Jo's
and considerably more erect. Brent's gaze travelled down her smooth
flat tummy as she took the sides of her knickers and eased them down
her thighs. Rachel had a dark, thick bush covering her pussy, but in
the sunlight her inviting slit was evident under the forest of hair.
"Magnificent, Rachel, you are my special star!" Harry deadpanned. His
gaze turned to Tina. The look turned her to stone.
"Come on Tina, what are we waiting for?"
Harry didn't know, but no man had EVER seen Tina naked. She'd never
even kissed a boy, never been felt up, never let anyone see her tits
or pussy. A tear slid down her rosy cheek as she shook silently in
humiliation. Her hands came up and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing
more and more pale skin as they went. Finally, she slipped the blouse
off and revealed her white cotton bra with flower print. Still
trembling, Tina unbuttoned her pedal-pushers and peeled them off her
legs. Her knickers were also white cotton, and in the heat, they
stuck to her pussy and ass with perspiration. Tina could feel Harry's
eyes burning into her groin. She knew her knickers were pushing into
her slit and her dark pubes were visible behind the thin damp cotton.
"Tina...we don't have all day...let's lose the underwear, eh?" Brent
whispered.
"Please....i...i...." Tina sobbed.
Hannah couldn't let her friend suffer alone like that
"Tina, i'll do it too, we'll do it at the same time, ok?"
Tina nodded.
Hannah pulled her tight pink t-shirt off and stepped out of her
skirt, leaving her in her cream satin bra and high-cut panties.
Hannah didn't feel any more comfortable undressing in front of these
people than Tina did, but she knew that they had to stick together
and be strong.
"Ready Tina?" Hannah asked. The two held eye contact as Tina nodded.
Looking each other deep in the eyes, the two teen stars let their
bras drop to the floor. Harry tried to keep his cool, but it was
getting harder by the minute. Tina had tiny perky little tits, 32a
maybe, with deep tan lines where she had never before uncovered her
flesh and tiny perky nipples to match. Hannah's boobs were bigger,
34b perhaps, with light pink nipples and as soft as could be. Neither
girl had an ounce of fat on her and Harry began to salivate at what
was coming next.
Both girls had tears in their eyes as they took their panties in
their hands. Hannah knew that it was the first time any man would see
her friend naked, and felt Tina's shame acutely. The observers leaned
forward to catch ther first glimpse of the prize.
Oh so slowly, Tina's white cotton panties came down her legs.
Finally, she kicked them off and stood straight, her pale pussy lips
topped with jet black pubic hair, thin enough that Harry and the
others could see her cuntlips opening slightly and her clit pushing
through her adolescent slit.
Hannah waited until she was sure Tina was okay before pushing her
knickers off her wonderful tight little bum and down her legs. Her
pussy was simply perfect. A natural blonde, Hannah's pubic hair was
thin and light, and everybody could see her glistening slit and the
few freckles on her mound.
And so the four S Club girls stood, side by side, utterly naked,
displaying themselves to the men and woman who had the power to make
or break their careers.
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