It was a moment of downtime, the DJ spinning an unpopular but requested song, so Chloe and Rose went to their table to regroup and check phones. Carson, Rose's date, was happy to take a moment with his boys to horse around, they grabassing him and demanding details, making him momentarily the most popular guy in school. Lily, Chloe's date, had similarly gone to the women's restroom to touch up her make-up. No doubt she was being grilled for gossip on what it was like to hang out with Chloe, Rose, and Ariana Grande.

Speaking of... "Where'd Ariana get to?" Chloe asked.

Rose casually added a hashtag to her tweet and posted it, updating the internet on how her triple date was going. "Went upstairs to get a real drink."

"What? That little slut!"

Rose jerked her head up at Chloe's vehemence. "Why? For having a drink that isn't watered down?"

Chloe insisted, jamming herself down into the seat next to Rose: "Did she take Mags with her?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, I know what she's doing." Chloe took Rose's hand on the table firmly. "She's trying to make this all about her. She'll give him a handie, then while Carson and Lily are talking about how nice tonight was, he'll be blowing up about how awesome she was, and amazing, and he's in love with her—God, you think she'd actually date him?"

Rose blew air through her lips. "C'mon, Chloe, Ari's not like that."

"She's not the main event and I'm not the sideshow! This movie is my big break and I'm not letting some pop star dominate it when she gets killed five minutes in! I can give my date a way better time than she can!"

"I'm sure you can, but c'mon, this is practically a charity event we're at. You don't have to win it or whatever."

"I'm sure that's what Grande would love us to think." Chloe stood and fixed her hair before noticing Rose's disapproving stare. "Well, it can't hurt to put a little extra oomph into it, can it? Maximum effort."

Rose watched her go, shaking her head, wondering if she should tweet about it, when the thought struck her that Chloe could be right. Ariana wasn't an actress, she was a singer, and that game was all self-promotion and social media. Autotune took care of the singing; her brand was having a pretty face and getting people to buy it on a CD cover if possible, a magazine cover if not. What if she was trying to cut her and Chloe out of the loop?

Rose carefully weighted her options. She didn't want to do anything rash, but her agent always told her she was too nice. Not aggressive enough. She just didn't see the need to be rude. If she was good at her craft, then cream rose to the top, right? All the bitchiness in the world couldn't make someone rock an audition. Could it?

Maybe Chloe was at least half-right. It couldn't hurt to be a little more friendly with Carson—not keep him at arm's length, but flirt a little, be a little ingratiating, give him a kinda thrill. It wasn't being a tease; he knew this wasn't a serious date. It was a fun date. She could be a fun date.

Right?

Chloe came back, bearing Carson. The big man had a Polynesian's large, full muscle, more girth than definition, but leaving no doubt that what they saw on him was robust power, not flab. He filled out his tuxedo like a refrigerator box, leaving no doubt that he was an intimidating presence on the football field.

"Look who I found," Chloe said, her voice sparkling with intense interest. "Can't believe you let him wander off. I know my date's still off powdering her nose, but you wouldn't mind sharing until she gets back, would you, Rose?"

"Not at all," Rose said, grating her teeth a little. Chloe had said to take this more seriously, but now she was supposed to take this little power play in stride? What gave?

"Carson and I were just talking about fantasies," Chloe said.

"Yeah," Carson said, "I'd love to own a Camaro..."

"Me, I've had this dream for a long time. I'm walking around town and I'm not wearing very much. And under that, I'm naked. This flasher comes up to me, opens his coat and waves his cock at me. Well, I figure turnaround is fair play, so I flash my cunt at him."

"Jesus, Chloe," Rose breathed. She couldn't believe her friend had said that.

"What? It's just a harmless fantasy." Chloe glanced playfully at Carson. "I'm sure no one would just whip his cock out like that in real life."

Chloe was stealing her fucking date, that was what she was doing. If it looked bad for the two of them to get their dates' polite approval while Mags raved about how great Ariana's handjob was, how much would it suck for Rose's own date to go on about how great someone else's date was? Son of a bitch!

Well, two could play at this game, and without pulling an Ariana Grande: "I've had this fantasy for years," Rose began. "I'm in high school and I'm sitting in the bleachers. There's a football game going on. Every time one of the players looks at me, I open my legs and give him a peek up my skirt. Before the game is over, the whole team is hard. I'm waiting in the showers when they finish the game, naked. I fuck all of them, one after the other. And after they've fucked me, filling my cunt so full that it's leaked out all down my legs, they make me suck them off too. Every last cock on the team."

Chloe stared dead-on at Rose, refusing to be upstaged. "You only fuck them one at a time? Not two or three at once?"

Rose grinned lewdly. "You didn't let me finish. After they make me suck them off and swallow all that delicious cum, they stand in a circle around me and come all over me, on my cunts and tits and face, all over me."

"Then what?" Carson asked, excited to hear all this. He'd barely breathed since Chloe had started, to say nothing of while Rose had been talking. Rose guessed he was usually a little shy, despite his great looks and athletic body. No wonder he'd been willing to try this weird scheme instead of just asking someone out.

"Oh, I come," Rose said. "I just keep coming and coming until I finally faint, covered in semen. But what's your fantasy? Really?"

Carson's mouth was hanging open, showing how dry it was. It took him a moment to answer. "I don't have one."

"Of course you do, honey," Chloe encouraged.

"Well, to be truthful..." Carson smiled bashfully. "My fantasy is to be with two beautiful women that will let me fuck them anytime I want, and who will suck me off, and..."

"That's not much of a fantasy," Rose said. "My fantasy could never come true, but yours could happen very easily."

"Oh, no, no way..."

"You'd just have to make them both come," Rose emphasized. "That's not so hard. If you can make one woman come, you can do two."

Chloe laughed. "I thought you needed a football team to come, McIver."

"No, you don't need any more guys," Carson said quickly. "I can take care of you just fine."

"Are you sure about that?" Rose asked. "Because that's very easy to disprove."

"Or prove," Carson countered.

***

"I'm not sure about this," Rose said, looking over her shoulder. "I love not being sure about this..."

"Well, it's happening," Carson said, "so you'd better make up your mind about it real quick."

Rose smiled at him. After all the studio politics and bullshit interviews and saving the whales and supporting the home team, it felt good to do something that was just a little crazy. If this got out, it could really embarrass her. If it worked, it might not even do anything for her reputation. So why was she doing it? Was she just that horny?

Was she the kind of person who got that horny?

Well, who cared? It had felt good to leave Chloe fuming a little, and she was sure this make-out session was more than Ariana was doing with Mags.

She took Carson's hand and led him down the hall of her hotel room, past where Ariana and Mags were. "Look," she said, pointing into the room. "They're sure."

"Jesus," Carson whispered, stopping for a moment. "Is that... Ariana?" he asked, watching the huge cock slip in and out of her young pussy.

"Yes," Rose said impatiently. "I think I'm sure."

Carson watched Mags and Ariana for a few more seconds, then allowed himself to be pulled into the living room, where the couch was waiting for them.

Okay, so, more than a make-out session. "Come on, let's fuck," Rose said, tearing at his clothes.

"Wow, you really do need it, don't you?" he said, looking at her hungry expression.

She didn't need it, but she was drunk and she had listened to Ariana tell an anecdote about a night in bed with two other women, co-stars of hers, describing their bodies and what they did to her in lewd detail.

Carson had said she was too tense. How had he put it? "You're uptight, girl. Relax."

He had suggested a massage, starting by taking her outstretched hand and kneading it between his hands upon the table. It had left her wanting to stretch out on her stomach and let him put his strong hands all over her body. So they had gone upstairs to do just that.

In the elevator they'd stopped pretending it was a massage. She had kissed him too passionately for it to still be that.

Now he had unzipped her dress and his fingers gently massaged her bare flesh, holding onto the pretense, blurring the lines between it and reality. She had only murmured when he had unclasped her bra. She lay quiet, sighing with pleasure as his hands caressed her back and she felt an intense pleasure that somehow lulled her mind while pleasing her body. This was the first time she had felt any physical affection since her boyfriend left her and it was so pleasant and everything was happening so easily as Carson said, "I can't get at your arms and shoulders with this dress in the way."

And Rose had actually helped him get it off until she was lying with the dress down around her waist, her whole back naked, her breasts crushed under her in the bra. It was wrong what she was doing, naughty, bad, but so very very good. And, after all, she rationalized through the little pounding tempo of her intoxication, she was on a date.

The music, light and dreamy, was still playing in the hotel lobby, and it drifted up somehow through the floorboards to resonate in Rose's ears. She found herself listening in rapt pleasure as his hands worked their way down her spinal cord, toward her buttocks. Her excitement increased as she felt his fingers probing lower and lower, pulling down her panties until his fingers were working soothingly at the deep crevice between her buttocks. Just as she felt she must say something, to stop him or to encourage him, but either way to jar him from his unsatisfying lull, he returned to her shoulders, gripping them as he leaned over and whispered, "That feel good, girl?"

"Mmmmm," Rose murmured and he began all over again. She closed her eyes as she felt the fingers on her back. They were strong and sure and she liked the feeling and a wild thought filtered through her dimmed mind... Chloe Bennet could not possibly be going this far with her date.

His hands were going lower this time, slowly going over her back to tease themselves in the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks. His hand was actually under her white panties now and just inches from her now unprotected anus that suddenly became alive with feeling and she was aware of her vagina, pressed into the rug underneath her. Her lower lips were swelling against the tightness of the crotch band of her panties and she could feel a slowly rising moistness in her sex. It was a warm slippery feeling that excited and tormented her and she flexed her thigh muscles to relieve the lewdly growing sensation.

"You're tense, girl. Relax and enjoy it," Carson whispered hotly behind her ear. He was bending over her, his body close. She could feel the heat of his breath on the nape of her neck, sending a prickly sensation down her spine to where his hand was now massaging the smooth rounded cheeks of her buttocks under her panties.

"Do you think this is right?" she asked, surprised how low and sexy her voice had become.

"Does it feel good?" he asked. Maybe he was ignoring her question. Maybe he was answering it.

"Oh, Carson, it feels great, but... am I only doing this to one-up Ariana?"

The boy laughed and shifted behind her, taking his hand away. "You one-upped Ariana the moment you let me touch you. Just relax. Don't move, girl," he said in a soft, hypnotic voice. "Just let your mind drift and enjoy the feeling."

It seemed forever before she felt his hands on her ankles, massaging them and moving them around. He pulled off her shoes and began massaging her feet as his voice continued in a low singsong way.

"Just relax, total relaxation. All muscles relaxed, just relax and feel good, just relax nice and easy, relax." He went on talking with a hypnotic tone as Rose felt his hands moving up her legs, moving over her calves and on up to the knee and to her thighs. Her pussy tightened again as she felt him pushing the hem of her dress up and massage her soft inner thighs in strong young hands.

With an ease that surprised her, he spread her legs gently apart and the band of her panties tightened up between her thighs and she felt one lip of her labia slip free and the elastic legband of her panties were tight on her clitoris and so aroused and excited her she had to fight against the temptation to move her buttocks beneath his teasing fingers.

Her mouth was open, parted, and her eyes closed as she felt his fingers lightly teasing the insides of her thighs. She still had her stockings on but, in another few inches, he would be above the stockings and touching her bare flesh. Could he see up under her dress? Was he looking now and seeing where she was dripping through her panties with excitement? Could she stand much more of this teasing? What, she wondered, was she doing? She had never felt like this before.

Carson spread her legs wider, forcing them apart with his strong hands. Then, taking his hands away, she felt him slowly push her skirt up around her waist. It caught under her and pulled the crotch band of the soft nylon panties excruciatingly tighter between her open thighs. Now the band slipped, bit deeper into her slit and, as he bunched the dress around her waist, she felt the band slide into the deep crevice between her buttocks.

God, she thought, I'm so exposed! I must look like a stripper to him. His own personal pornography!

The thought seemed to explode in her mind and her buttocks in sudden, abject surrender writhed, grinding down into the rug as she let out a little moan of helpless delight and felt the panties slipping back and forth over her now throbbing clitoris. Behind her, she heard the rustle of Carson's shirt and from his movements, she knew he was taking his clothes off.

Carson had looked down at Rose with a lopsided, triumphant little smile on his face. There she was, her dress bunched up around her waist, her bra undone and her back naked, her legs wide apart, her stockings, garter belt, and panties still on, and she was undulating and grinding her buttocks around, lifting them slightly and flexing her muscles. The panties bit deep into the crevice of her buttocks, exposing the white, rounded cheeks of her ass that quivered and hollowed as she writhed hotly in the excitement he had produced in her.

"God, baby, you're beautiful. Seems like a crime if there's one breath you take that isn't painted on a canvas," he whispered as he crouched naked over her.

The prickly surface of the rug excited her all the more and she moaned, "Oh, God, Carson. You're beautiful too. You're so... strong..." She ground down on the rug with her groin, thrilling to the feelings that were pulsing through her body. It was wrong what she was doing, fucking someone she'd only gone out with as a publicity stunt, very wrong, she hardly knew him, but the wrongness of it excited her more than she had ever been before.

Carson was lying next to her now and her body stiffened and tensed as she felt his hard young cock pressing against her side. He wasn't her boyfriend. A stranger's cock pressing against her! And it felt so hard and huge and different! Before she could react or say anything, his hand was once again on her buttocks. This time he was bold and brazen, pushing their soft quivering roundness down hard into the floor and imitating her lewd grinding movement.

"Oh God, Carson, please make me feel good, please don't just fuck me," she whispered, pleading, her voice shaking in helpless anticipation of what her subconscious mind knew was about to happen.

He only grinned at her, continuing his teasing grinding motion until she felt her hips voluntarily responding. She couldn't help herself any longer. All thoughts of showmances and tabloids drifted from her mind and she moaned in helpless surrender, her eyes still closed as she rolled limply over on her back and lay with her legs spread invitingly apart and one arm over her eyes. She heard herself hiss out the words and, as she said them, she felt as though flames of sweetness and heat and desire were licking hungrily at her cunt: "You can do anything you want to me!"

Carson grinned again in triumph and propped himself on one elbow and looked down at her trembling body. At her hot little body. His grin was loose, almost depraved. Lying on her back, she was naked to the waist and her breasts were full and beautiful, like two snowbanks with little shadows under each one. Her nipples were small and pointed and hard, revealing her excitement. The breasts were so perfectly round and formed and set off by her sweetly slender waist. Her ribcage tantalizing beckoned from just below the robust curves of her flesh and his fingers itched to hold her by the ribs and lick and bite her nipples. With a ruthless lust, he took his time, drinking in all her beauty and savoring it.

Her eyes closed, her mind whirling in drugged surrender, Rose was relishing her feelings of lewdness and brazenness. She had never been so hot before in her life, had never felt so lascivious and daring before. A one-night stand, that's what this was! A fling!

Languidly, her body tingling with lewd delight, she shifted her hips, tilting her pelvis up so that the crotch of her panties pressed deeper and rubbed harder into her now passion-drenched slit. An insane idea was in her mind and the more she thought of it, the more she liked it. She felt as if her open cunt were boiling in a cauldron. She had to get satisfaction. Being lewd had only served to flame her desires. A mad little smile played around her lips as she still kept her arm over her eyes.

"Treat me," she whispered, thrilled by the lewdness of what she was going to say, "Treat me like you do those girls in your fantasies. Show me what you dream about when you think of me."

"You'd like that, huh?" Carson breathed in her ear.

"Yes!"

"Want me to do everything to you?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me you want me to fuck you, girl."

Rose took a deep breath and hissed out the words. "I want you to fuck me!" The obscene words coming from her own lips thrilled her and she felt his hand close over her cunt still covered by the wetness of her panties and a spasm of pure lust overcame her.

He looked at her flat stomach as smooth as silk and at her panties barely covering her desire-flooded pussy. The band between her legs was now a thin slit, revealing her soft, curling pubic hair and one swollen lip of her sex. By tilting his head ever so slightly, he could see just a peek of her interior walls, red and glistening with excitement. In a few minutes, he would have her naked and spreading her cunt wide for his pleasure, as well as hers.

Roughly saying, "Okay, I'm going to give it to you!" he pulled at her dress bunched around her waist and Rose flexed her knees and lifted her hips free of the floor as he pulled the dress off and threw it across the room. "Like a whore!" he said in a hoarse voice, the words thrilling her. "Like a Goddamned whore!"
And she moaned with delight as he bent over her, his thumbs under her white panties as he pulled them down. She jumped with delight as she felt the electric shock of his wet tongue on her stomach as he pulled her panties lower, revealing the soft resilient triangle of her pubic hair.

Carson pulled the panties over her rounded hips and down to her ankles where she kicked them off. Then, her eyes smoky with passion, she bent her knees again and slowly, lewdly, with a stranger breathlessly watching, she spread her legs wide.

Carson looked with a lust making his face hard. Her cunt was now naked and, with a thumb and forefinger, he slowly spread the engorged lips of her pussy wide while she moaned and ground her buttocks salaciously down into the rug, the softness of it just tickling her exposed anus. Carson looked at her cunt spread wide, red and moist, ready for him to do anything he wanted. Bending closer, he flicked the tip of his tongue over her clitoris and Rose reacted violently. "Aggggggghhhhhaaaaaa!"

Her arm was flung away from her face and she looked to see Carson's face poised expectantly between her thighs and she pushed her hips up and saw his tongue flick out again and she felt the soft hot wetness brush her cunt and clitoris and she knew she was going to explode with desire. He was on his knees, his back and muscular buttocks facing her. She touched his thighs and he turned his hips so that she could see, with an audible gasp, his erect penis.

It was so big! Bigger than any of her boyfriends and she had thought that Bill's had been huge! Big and thick and swelling with a lustful excitement, the foreskin pulling back to reveal the smooth rubbery head. As she watched, half-frightened yet aroused by the maddening white-hot thrusts of his tongue into her willing and begging cunt, Carson began squirming along the rug, that huge cock moving closer and closer to her head and face and, with another gasp, her mouth!

With a deft movement, he swung one leg over her head and was straddling her face upside down, still licking at her cunt. She moaned aloud as he slowly sunk his tongue into her excitedly throbbing pussy and wiggled it around. She closed her eyes and rolled her head around as she felt the first deep stirrings of an orgasm approach her. No one had ever done such a thing to her before and she had never even dreamed of the searing pleasure of it.

She opened her eyes to see his huge cock looming in front of her face. She felt like she was in a cave, a cave made of human flesh and nowhere for her to turn. And, as she watched, Carson lowered his hips so that the head of his cock brushed against her lips.

This was something she had never done with Bill even though he had hinted at it. The thought of it had always repulsed her. Now, with Carson's tongue sliding in and out and all over her cunt, teasing her, driving her on, pleasing her and building the momentum for an orgasm, she didn't know how she felt. The tip of her tongue licked slowly over the thick head of his cock and she smiled with the thrill and knowledge of power over him as she saw his cock jerk tighter in front of her face.

As if answering her in kind, Carson looped his arms around her thighs and pulled her legs wide apart and buried his face deeper in her defenselessly spread cunt, his tongue darting in and out and wiggling against the soft glistening walls of her sex.

Rose was galvanized, twisting, searing inside, into a lewd response. She arched her back and tilted up her pelvis and felt, with a little moan of joy, his finger probing for her anus. Her head thrown back, her hands up before her face, she seized his throbbing prick in her fingers and opened her mouth wide. With a slow thrust of his hips, Carson shoved his cock into the warm moisture of Rose McIver's mouth and Rose felt it hot and hard on her lips. Her mouth was open wide, her lips fitting tightly around the massive cockhead, her tongue twirling and tasting a drop of his precum on the very tip and liking it.

With a maliciously sweet slowness, Carson took his mouth from her convulsive cunt and began fucking up and down into her tightly locked lips, enjoying the sensual feeling of having her helpless under him. Whenever he thrust down, Rose's lipstick rimmed mouth would go white and roll in as she held tight and tried not to choke. As he pulled out, her lips would distend out as she sucked with all her might and fought to keep his swelling prick in her mouth.

Carson pumped up and down with a slow lewdness, his hips moving as he looked down at her cunt in front of his face, her thighs held wide apart and watched her undulate and writhe in a silent begging for him to lick her more. That crooked grin split his face savagely as he began to increase the tempo and strength of his thrusts, thinking, for a wild moment, he would just cum in her mouth and leave her own body hot and helpless. With a snarl, he changed his mind. He wouldn't let her even think she hadn't enjoyed this.

It didn't take much longer for her to get him off. Her sucking combined with her dancing tongue did the trick. The first spurt of his jism shot all the way to the back of her throat. The creamy white seed splattered all over her mouth, then dribbled down into her stomach. This wasn't what she wanted. Rose pressed her tongue firmly over the end of his gushing member and took every last drop of his cum on her desperate tastebuds. She got the full pleasure of his cum.

Carson stroked her sides, her flanks, so gently that he could feel the downy hair, as fine as china, that covered her soft skin. When she came, seeing her writhe with girlish ecstasy as she devoured his cock and drank his cum was so gorgeous he could hardly stand to watch. He felt the vibrations in her mouth with each spasm that shook her body. Reaching between them, he squeezed her tits, pinching and tweaking the stony nipples. Her eyes rolled back to white slits. She grunted and moaned.

"You're sure feeling it, girl," Carson gasped. And he was right. Rose was feeling her orgasm so immensely that she thought she might die. Her teeth sank into the rock-hard shaft of his member and were nearly jostled loose by the throbbing of its ejaculation. His molten cum ran down her throat. Her juices drenched his mouth. She clamped her thighs hard around his face and she whimpered with ecstasy.

As Rose swallowed gulp after gulp of her own semen-tinged saliva, she felt a tingling sensation inside her sex. She wondered what it would be like to have a big black dick drilling into her pussy while another fucked her throat. The mere thought made her flinch with pleasure. Maybe before the night is over, she thought, I'll find out.

Funnily enough, Chloe's first thought upon seeing Rose was that now, she'd have to work really hard to show her date a good time.