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Disclaimer: Dirt belongs to Coquette Productions and Touchstone Television.
This story is not-for-profit but I own it.

Date: 02/13/2008

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Strong language, voyurism, female solo sex, male solo sex, drug
use, female/female sex, male/female sex, mind control, rape

Categories: Het, slash, bi

Pairing: Willa/Garbo/m/f

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: After yet another insult from Lucy Spiller forces her to quit
working for DirtNow, a depressed Willa decides to go spend some time at the
beach, only to have her encounter Garbo.

Other Notes: This AU story is based on a picture of the same name by an
artist named Kim Harlow.

Dedications: None so far.
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Dirt: Beach Bunny
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

My name is Willa McPherson and I had allowed myself to work as a reporter for
a magazine entitled DirtNow ever since I had moved myself out of my hometown
and came to Los Angeles with hopes of making it big in the entertainment
industry one way or another but that was before I had finally found out how
much of a complete and total bitch a certain editor-in-chief whose name
happens to be Lucy Spiller actually was and there was no one on the
magazine's staff that I could talk it over with.

I mean, I was unable to talk about it to Don Konkey -- who happens to be
the magazine's best photographer in spite of the fact that he was also a
functioning schizophrenic and completely loyal to Lucy -- nor to Brent
Barrow -- who happens to be the magazine's publisher, Lucy's boss and the
one pain in the ass prick who I had made the mistake of having hot and
steamy sex with -- nor to the other members of the staff and that was
because that dark-haired bitch had kept on forcing everyone -- including
me -- to keep their minds on getting scopes on some major celebrities like
for instance, Holt McLaren and the trouble he was having with helping his
ladylove, Julia Mallory get herself off drugs and stay clean and sober.

And to tell you the truth, I really have no idea what had really started it
but it must had been something about yet another big-time Hollywood superstar
gone wild and Lucy had looked at me with those cold and heartless eyes of
hers and called me a mindless idiot in front of the rest of the staff again,
which had caused me to get up from my chair, throw my notebook filled with
meeting notes and story ideas at that fucking bitch and told her to go kiss
her own fucking ass for a change because I had finally allowed myself to
quit!

And after I had cleaned out my desk and stormed out of the DirtNow offices,
I had walked into my home, slammed my box full of stuff that was inside my
desk down on the living room floor, rushed myself into the bedroom, plopped
myself down on the bed and began crying my eyes for about a minute or two
before I had sat myself up, wiped the tears from my eyes and thought to
myself, *Hey, Willa. Come on. I mean, I know that it might look bad but at
least, you should look at it this way. At least, you don't have to be bullied
by that heartless bitch anymore. Let's go for spend some time on the beach.
it might make you feel better.*

And after I had realized that I had provided myself with a very good point,
I had changed into this great-looking red and blue bikini-swimsuit, placed a
few things inside my beach tote, stepped out of the apartment and went all
the way over to the beach, where I had taken a large beach towel with a
picture of a cute little puppy on itout of the tote, placed it down on the
sand and sat myself down on it just in time for me to take a bottle of suntan
lotion out of the tote and began rubbing some of it all over my body.

But after I had done that, I had put on my sunglasses, laid myself down on
the beach towel and allowed myself to start getting a tan, only to have some
female stranger walk herself over to me, kneel herself down to me and say,
"Well, I see that I'm not the only beach bunny around here today," which had
caused me to turn my head towards the stranger and discover that it was this
one high-profile lesbian drug dealing whore who was going by the name of
Garbo.

And after I had sat myself up, looked at that drug dealing bitch with pure
anger in my eyes and asked, "What the fucking hell do you want, Garbo?
Haven't you caused enough pain and misery with that fucking garbage of yours
already?" she had closed her eyes and let out a small giggle before she had
placed her hand on my shoulder and said, "Oh, come on, Willa. If I'm not
mistaken, you had a fallout with a certain Miss Lucy Spiller and allowed
yourself to quit. Now is the time for you to experience the true pleasures
of life."

And after she had looked at her watch, held out her hand and said, "All I
want you to do is just come with me and let me show you what those true
pleasures are. So, what do you say, Willa?" I had given that idea some
thought and realized that maybe getting myself into Garbo's good graces
might be able to provide me with a story that could possibly get me a job
on any magazine other than DirtNow, causing me to get myself off the beach
towel, pack my stuff inside the tote and follow Garbo over to her place,
where my own eyes had grown wide at the sight of Garbo walking up to a young
and handsome bare-ass naked male stud with dark-brown hair, giving him a
deep and passionate kiss on the lips and saying, "Jonathan, I would like for
you to meet Miss Willa McPherson. Willa, this is Jonathan Dow. And as you
could planly guess, I'm actually bi-sexual and willing to share."

And as soon as the three of us had walked ourselves into the living room and
noticed a young and beautiful strawberry-blonde nude female laying on the
sofa, pumping two of her fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy and
carressing her own tits with the other hand, I had turned my eyes toward
Jonathan and noticed that he had began stroking his stiff cock with a big
smile on his face before he had moved himself closer to the female stranger,
kissed her ever so passionately on the lips and started licking all over her
nude body -- all the way down to her hot and steamy cunt and carressing her
firm breasts.

And after a small-smiling Garbo had placed her hands on my shoulders and
said, "It looks like they had started our little party without us. Oh, well.
By the way, Willa McPherson meet Tiffany Coogan. I'm sorry that she's unable
to say 'hi' to you because she has her hands full right now," she had opened
a little bottle, poured a certain white powderly substance known as cocaine
on a small mirror and used a razor blade to make small lines out of it before
she had handed a rolled-up dollar-bill to me, placed the cocaine-laced mirror
in front of me and said, "Well, Willa. I had promised that I shall you the
true pleasures of life. So, are you going to join in on the fun or what?"

And after I had became reluctant for a little bit, I had taken a deep breath,
placed the rolled-up dollar-bill inside one end of my nose, closed the other
end up with my finger, placed the other end of the rolled-up dollar-bill on
the mirror in Garbo's hands and inhaled the first line of cocaine, which had
caused me to start coughing for about a minute or two, until I had suddenly
began feeling so light-headed that I was unable to stand and Garbo had helped
me plop myself down on the sofa before she had placed her hand on my forehead
and asked, "You are now feeling wonderful. Are you, Willa?"

And as soon as I had looked at Garbo, let out a small giggle and answered,
"Oooohhhh, yeeeeaaaahhhh. I feel ssssoooohhhh woooondeeeerfuuuul," she had
placed the cocaine-laced mirror on the coffee table, stripped off all of her
clothes and started pumping two of her fingers in and out of her hot, moist
snatch and carressing her own tits with the other hand, which had caused me
to take my enitre bikini-swimsuit off and allow Garbo to start licking all
over my nude body -- all the way down to my pussy and carressing my stiff
mounds.

And after Jonathan had placed his stone hard dick inside Tiffany's cunt,
placed one of his hands on Garbo's bare back and the other hand on my bare
shoulder and began sucking on my tits, I had placed my hands on Garbo's bare
shoulders and said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Garbo! Touch
me! Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry while Jonathan sucks my tits!
Aaaahhhh!" before Tiffany had moved herself closer to me, allowed me to start
sucking on her tits and said, "Oooohhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Willa!
Suck on my tits while this son of a bitch fucks my pussy! Aaaahhhh!"

And of course, that was before we had laid ourselves down on the floor just
in time for Jonathan to place his stiff cock right inside my asshole and
began licking on Garbo's cunt and for me to start licking on Tiffany's snatch
and carressing her tits before Garbo had started pumping two of her fingers
in and out of my pussy, placed the other hand on Tiffany's silky-smooth naked
thigh and began sucking on her bare toes, causing Tiffany to place her hands
on my bare back and yell at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT!
DO IT, YOU FUCKING BITCHES! DO IT TO ME NOW! SUCK MY TOES! SUCK MY WET PUSSY
DRY! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after the four of us had started moving ourselves harder and
faster and our lovemaking has finally arrived in Hollywood with dreams of
superstardom, Jonathan, Tiffany, Garbo and I had all came and collapsed due
to exhaustion and fell asleep with our naked arms in a lover's embrace but
that was before the effects of the cocaine had finally worn-off and I had
woken myself up, quickly step into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.

And after I had flushed the toilet, I had placed my hands on the bathroom
sink, took a good look at myself in the mirror and began to cry and it was
because that first line of cocaine had caused me to lose moral control of
myself and I was unable to stop Garbo and those two drugged-up assholes
from fucking the living shit out of me but that was before I had wiped the
tears from my eyes and thought to myself, *Hey, Willa. Take it easy. I mean,
you had realized that you had made a mistake and are not going to do it ever
again. And besides, you should look at it this way. At least, you have enough
reference material to turn into a possible article for the next issue of a
magazine other than DirtNow.*

And then, after I had suddenly realized that I had once again presented
myself with a very good point, I had carefully stepped out of the bathroom,
put my bikini-swimsuit back on and picked-up my beach tote before I had
looked at that particular high-profile bi-sexual drug dealer known as Garbo
with pure hate in my eyes and said, "Go ahead and sleep well, you fucking
bitch!Because you're about to be going out of business real soon!"

THE END!

    

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