All of the following is complete and total fiction. Not a single word of it occurred, nor would it.
Adult Swim
by MrMaxLord
starring Anna Kendrick
(MFM, Oral, Anal, DP, Exhib, Cons)
*****
Press tours suck. They suck bad. But it was something Anna Kendrick knew was part of the whole "professional actor" deal. Still she had to admit the perks were pretty sweet. Free posh hotels(when she could enjoy them), free food, and traveling the world(again, when she had time to enjoy that).
Today was one of the few times she ever had more than one day in a place during such a tour. She had a weekend at the poshest hotel she could remember seeing and she was planning on enjoying herself with all it's splendors.
She did the obvious stuff first. Room service, got blitzed on the best vodka she could get, and now, after recuperating from a serious hangover that was so totally worth it, it was time for her favorite part of the hotel experience, the pool. Even better for Anna, the hotel was in the off season, which meant if she picked her time just right, she'd have the pool area almost entirely to herself.
Choosing the right time was always easy. For every hotel she ever stayed in, promo or not, Anna asked to be given the the complete breakdown of security. She liked to know everything from security camera placements to maintenance times to security routes. Anna knew there were a lot of weirdos out there. Hell, she'd probably be considered one of them if not for the film career. Again, pretty sweet.
After enough cute badgering of the security staff, Anna had all the info she needed. At midnight, she made her way down to the pool, bikini clad with a bucket of ice and a bottle of Grey Goose and a glass chilling in it.
The moment she was near the pool the bucket was set down, her robe was off, and in the cool water she dove. To say this was something Anna liked to do would be underselling it. Yeah, she could go to the beach, she liked the beach. Well, mostly. The thing about the beach was the whole "public" aspect of it. She didn't want to come off as snobby, and honestly the people weren't as much of a problem as paparazzi tended to be. It's kind of hard to have fun in the sun and be carefree when you can feel hundreds of lenses on you all at once.
But at a nice indoor pool like this? No worries like that. She could have all the fun, and any fun she wanted with whoever. Or just have a nice chill in the pool and sip some nice cold vodka while taking the comforts of a jacuzzi. Tonight, that was the agenda.
After a few laps in the cool pool, Anna decided a nice soak in the jacuzzi would be a nice way to pass a bit of the time. She got out of the pool, grabbed the vodka and was soon in the warm, bubbly jacuzzi, a glass of cool, crystal clear inebriation to be in her hand.
Times like this, Anna began to actually like the press tour circuit. For all it's inane and all too similar questions, down times like this were a great pay off.
She breathed deep, content as she slowly sipped her cool drink as the hot water of the jacuzzi did their job of relaxation. Soon, the vodka and the warm water jets began to work in unison to stir a bit of something up in her. She wasn't drunk, not even close to being buzzed. Frisky, that's what Anna liked to call it. She was feeling frisky. And wouldn't you know it? Jacuzzi's are equipped to handle such an occasion.
The Pitch Perfect star maneuvered herself closer to the hot tub's water jets, putting her crotch is just the right position for...
"Mmmm that hit the fucking spot," she said, satisfaction mixing with snark. This was the other reason she loved being alone in the pool area. No matter how close the group of friends, she couldn't explain away masturbating with a hot tub in a public place the same way she could tweeting about masturbating to Ryan Gosling in a movie theater. She didn't do it all the time, not remotely that often. But when she did, it was something hard to top.
Fortunately for Anna, the night was not going to just leave her with a jacuzzi as her lone lover.
Right in the middle of her own private party, her face contorting in pleasure and her mouth releasing sounds to match, Anna was pretty ignorant to her surroundings. Which meant she didn't hear a thing when someone else came into the pool area.
"Holy shit!" she heard a male voice blurt out. Her eyes shot open and she saw a dumbfounded man, no more than twenty-five, standing right in front of the jacuzzi, utterly dumbfounded in his swim trunks.
"Um, hi?" she said, embarrassment slowly sinking in.
"Fuck, I'm sorry," he said, embarrassment hitting him like a freight truck. "I didn't think anyone would be in here, you know..."
"Masturbating with the jacuzzi."
"Yeah, that." Anna had to giggle a little at him being as embarrassed as she was. It was cute, and she loved the shit out of cute things. And that he was trying to be nice about it and avert his eyes like she was nude or something made it pug puppy x1000 levels of cute. She also noticed something that reignited all those suddenly cut off jacuzzi jet feels.
"No need to act too embarrassed," she said. "After all, he isn't."
"Who?" he asked. He looked around the room, seeing no one. It took the man a couple seconds to realize Anna was pointing at the tent pitched in his pants. "Oh, him."