Red Carpet Takedown
Adella Summer leaned back in bed and contemplated the rest of her day, her nude body languishing beneath the frilly, ornate pure-white canopy of her four-poster bed. The gorgeous 23-year-old was between projects at the moment – no really exciting proposals had come to her agent, and she was more than wealthy enough to take a little time to herself until things picked up again.
“Did I say you could stop licking?”
Well, maybe not entirely to herself. The tongue lashing away at her dripping slit picked back up in intensity, its owner moaning away with her own pleasure at being able to service her mistress.
Adella stared down at the huge mass of blonde hair that obscured the face of the starlet eagerly (if not particularly skillfully) eating her out. “What in the world did you do to yourself, Jessica?” Adella murmured.
Her arrival had been sudden and violent, as many amateur witches seemed to prefer. Adella had just been stepping out of the shower when Jessica had crashed into her bedroom, half-naked and with a stunning body.
“Adella! Get out here, you bitch! I know you’re here!”
Adella had calmly stepped out of the luxurious master bathroom, her towel drawn up in front of her. “Oh, hello Jessica. Something wrong?”
“You bet there’s something wrong! I’m taking you down for the good of Hollywood!” She raised her arms in preparation to cast a spell.
Adella simply dropped her towel and stood naked in the middle of the room. “Now why would you want to do a thing like that?”
Jessica’s next quip died on her tongue.
She had never seen Adella nude before; they’d never worked together on a film. The most risqué photoshoots she did generally involved low-neck shirts and miniskirts; otherwise, her public persona was squeaky-clean. The quiet rumors that her libido was much closer to a raging inferno than her image would suggest were just that: rumors.
Here, though, was an image that would burn itself into Jessica’s mind forever: a veritable goddess in the flesh, standing before her, arms open, face smiling. Jessica had foolishly attempted to remake her own body into the equivalent of a virtuoso solo performance in a empty concert hall. Adella was more like a national symphony orchestra, backed by a thousand-member choir.
She had spent the two years since her night of thievery tweaking every inch of her body, not content merely with outclassing every other woman on the red carpet. She began to desire perfection not as a weapon, or to brag about, but as a present to herself and the universe, a white-hot flame that would perhaps consume other moths that flew too close.
She was skinny – but not morbidly so, a slight layer of cushion hinting at her skin’s velvet-softness.
Her hips were wide – but not cartoonishly so, just enough to advertise her copious fecundity.
She had huge breasts – but not absurdly so, only perfectly shaped and resting against her torso.
Her legs were long – but not gawkishly so, revealing light musculature instead of beanpoles.
And a million other tiny, almost subconscious perfections. Her nipples, her shoulders, her fingers, her lips, her eyes – from her head to her toes, Adella was the absolute vision of feminine beauty.
Jessica was rendered absolutely helpless, impotent before the storm crashing through her libido. Any thoughts of harming even a single strand of hair in Adella’s glorious mane of raven-black hair were crushed almost immediately.
“Are you the one who’s been trying to hex me recently, Jessica?”
She almost broke down sobbing right then and there. How could she have done such a thing? “Y-Y-yes.”
“Why?”
“I was j-j-j-jealous.”
“A gorgeous woman like you, jealous of me?” Adella stepped forward and cupped Jessica’s chin in her hand, then drew her hand down her body, stopping to heft one of Jessica’s monster breasts, then drifting around to cup her taut ass.
“Well, you’ve definitely made a bit of a mess here.” Idly, Adella waved her hand, and the hole in her bedroom wall repaired itself. “Think you can make it up to me?”
Jessica nodded eagerly.
Adella stepped back and laid down on the bed, legs spread wide. “Better get started, then.”
As Jessica continued to enthusiastically slurp away, Adella examined the spells she’d been casting. Most of the hexes she’d caught and tossed aside, but one or two had been well-laid or not cast against Adella directly, and she’d missed them. Concentrating, she dispelled them, then turned her attention to the big spell: the reality edit.
It had been quite well done, and there was no way Adella would have noticed it if she hadn’t been under the influence of her own major reality reset as well. She regarded the changed woman critically. The height was a bit tacky – and Adella was already toning it down to an even six feet – but those breasts! She’d always considered going just a little bit larger, but found it threw her entire body’s balance out-of-whack, so she had made do with her own mere (ha! she thought) H-cups. On Jessica, however, they seemed absurd, yes, but also amazingly arousing. Adella’s well-licked slit spasmed with pleasure as she inflated Jessica’s massive bosom still further, her cup size soaring into the latter half of the alphabet.
“Enough,” Adella said, gently pushing Jessica’s head away from her crotch. “C’mere, beautiful.” The pair shared a long, luxurious kiss, Adella still able to taste herself on Jessica’s lips. Then they simply laid next to each other, chest to enormous chest, each one aroused by the mere presence of the other’s voluptuous form.
“How could I have been so stupid,” Jessica breathed.
“It’s all in the past,” Adella whispered back.
BLIND ITEM: Two very famous tv and movie stars were seen vacationing together in Turks and Caicos this weekend, and they did more than just rub suntan lotion on each other’s backs! We hear that the two of them were paying extra to have the entire pool emptied so the two of them could spend some “alone time” in the cabanas.
The pair have been openly flirting and coyly playing cat-and-mouse with the press over the past few months, issuing non-denial denials when asked about their relationship. Both are major names at the box office, have large fan followings of the opposite sex, and are under 25.
The catch? They’re both women!
Sources tell us that although neither is ready to come out of the closet yet, it’s mainly not to crush the dreams of their many male fans. They’re otherwise very committed to each other, and spend most of their downtime lounging around in each others’ bedrooms.
Insiders whisper that one of them is clearly wearing the pants in the relationship, but the other seems to enjoy being the obedient one in the bedroom – which is a major change from how she acts in public!