Tara Reid was a bad influence on Lindsey Lohan.
At least that's what the tabloids and the celebrity web sites had been saying. Lindsey had been the wholesome Disney girl until she had filled out and started hanging out with Tara. Now every night was filled with clubbing, drinking, smoking and other things the paparazzi's cameras didn't catch.
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The door to Tara's huge hotel room opened and the blonde and red head entered the room, laughing loudly as they stumbled in. They had been out at the clubs for hours and they were definitely buzzed.
"Did you see all those guys staring at my tits," Tara said as she shut the door.
"Yeah, I did," Lindsey said as she let herself fall back onto the long sofa, her large breasts bouncing under her tight pink tank top as she landed. "That boob job has really been working for you. I'll bet your boobs are almost as big as mine now."
Tara walked over to the sofa. "Almost? Bitch," she said as she sat down next to Lindsey's head, "I made sure that they were bigger than yours when I had them done." She pushed her breasts up with her hands to emphasize them and leaned over Lindsey's head. "See?"
Lindsey laughed as she pushed Tara's chest away. "Get those things away from my face! You might poke my eye out!"
The two girls laughed together again. When they stopped, Lindsey spoke up again. "So what's this big surprise you have for me tonight?"
Tara sat up and brushed her long blonde hair out of her face. "It's not here yet but it should be coming soon. Trust me, it's gonna be worth the wait."
"Well, it better get here soon," the redhead said as she let out a yawn, "'cause I'm about ready to pass out."
"Don't worry. Your going to be wide awake once it gets here. This surprise is huge." Just as she said this, there was a knock at the door. "That should be him right now, in fact." Tara jumped up off of the sofa, and Lindsey sat up.
"Him?" the redhead asked but Tara didn't answer her. She heard Tara open the door to the hallway and say "Oooooh, I'm so glad that you made it!" Lindsey heard Tara give the person a loud kiss. "C'mon, I want you to meet a friend of mine." Lindsey watched as Tara came back around the corner followed by the tallest, most muscular black man Lindsey had ever seen.
"Lindsey, I want you to meet Jerome," Tara said as she introduced them. "Jerome, this is Lindsey."
"I know Lindsey," the black man said as he stepped towards Lindsey and took her hand. Her small pale hand disappeared into his large dark hand as he shook it. "I'm a big fan of yours, Miss Lohan."
"I'll say," Lindsey said as her eyes roamed over his wide muscular chest under his shirt. "You are definitely a big fan..."
Tara walked up beside Jerome and wrapped her arm around his large bicep, her newly huge breasts pressing against it. "I think that Jerome is being too modest, Lindsey," she said with a sly smile. She moved her leg so her thigh rubbed against his thick leg. "I think that he's probably the biggest fan you have. In fact, I can honestly say that I have never seen a bigger fan." She put her hand on Jerome's chest and skid it down over his stomach, feeling his pronounced abs.
Lindsey was getting kind of hot watching her friend rub up against this huge black man. "He's very muscular," she said. "Especially his upper body..."
"He's very muscular all over," Tara said. She made sure that Lindsey was watching her hand as she slid it down past his stomach and moved over his crotch. It moved down his inner thigh and then she wrapped her fingers around the immense bulge in his pants. "Very, very muscular," she said as she gave the bulge a squeeze. She gently bit her lower lip and smiled again at her friend on the sofa. "Would you like to see how muscular he really is, Lindsey?"
The red head starlet sat there speechless as she ogled the bulge. It looked like it ran almost all the way down to his knee. "That's not... That can't be real," she said as she leaned a little closer to get a better look.
"It's all me," Jerome said as he chuckled.
"There's only one way to be sure though," Tara said as she stroked the bulge in the pants. "Why don't you check for yourself, Girl?"
"I don't know," Lindsey started. "I've never..."