Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Tessa Thomson or Zendaya or Sydney Sweeney or Maude Apatow or Alexa Demie or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Tessa Thomson loved Euphoria. It was a great show, filled with young hot actors, most of whom she hadn't fucked yet. Something that she planned to rectify tonight. Among other things. Obviously, she got Beyonce's permission before hand, and while it could be wishful thinking, she liked to believe that Beyonce was impressed that Tessa was eager to assert herself, and follow in her footsteps.
However, what she didn't tell the older Black Dom, was that she had reason to suspect the set of Euphoria might be the case of an unnatural crime, namely white girls topping black women. After all, while she could be wrong, Zendaya didn't seem like a natural top, and there was a chance that her co-stars had taken advantage of that.
Admittedly, Tessa had no proof, and wasn't really expecting to find any. No, this shot in the dark was simply an excuse to fuck particularly Sydney Sweeney, after seeing all those enticing nude scenes, which had been driving Tessa, and everyone else, crazy. Then again, after someone had gotten to Teyonah Parris, she couldn't be too careful.
Not that Teyonah was super dominant, but Tessa would've guessed that Zendaya would've broken first. And well, Zendaya was a much higher profile target. One that, at the very least, Tessa was looking forward to bonding with. And thanks to her connections through Marvel, and Beyonce, it was easy to get an invitation to visit Euphoria, when her intended target was there.
"Tessa?" Zendaya frowned in confusion, as the other famous actress barged into her trailer, "What are you doing here?"
"Do I need a excuse to visit a friend?" Tessa questioned with a raised eyebrow, as she closed the door behind her.
"No, but..." Zendaya thought about the most diplomatic way of saying this, and then simply shrugged, "I wouldn't describe us as super tight."
"Then this is a chance for us get to know each other better." Tessa offered simply, approaching the other actress.
There was a brief pause, then Zendaya nonchalantly said, "I'm good with that."
"Excellent." Tessa beamed, sitting down next to the other girl, and then pointing out, "I don't know whether you've heard, but someone turned Teyonah Parris into their bottom?"
"Really?" Zendaya scoffed, "Wasn't she a bottom before?"
"Arguably, yes." Tessa had to admit with a laugh, before pressing the issue, "But now, she's a pure bottom. I should know, myself and Mistress Beyonce spent a long weekend pounding that big fat ass of hers."
"Sounds fun." Zendaya grinned, before pointing out, "But, isn't that a good thing? I mean, I've seen her ass. No way she should of been a top, just because she's black. Hell, sounds like someone did you a favour. And I'm sure they did one for her. Or did she not love every second of taking both your big dicks up her butt? Huh? Mmmmmmmmm, bet you got both up there at once."
"Yeah we did." Tessa boasted, before trying to get back on track, "But this is serious, because not even double anal could loosen her lips about who her new Mistresses are. Now that's a well broken-bitch. Hell, Mistress Beyonce even admitted she couldn't have done a better job herself. And you know what it takes to get her approval."
"Yeah, I do..." Zendaya said softly, before arguing, "But personally, I don't see the problem."
"You don't?" Tessa raised an eyebrow.
"No." Zendaya said firmly.
"Careful now." Tessa warned, "Don't let Mistress Beyonce hear you talking that way. You know how she feels about that kind of talk."
"Well, whatever anyone thinks, she's not the Queen of Black Women. Or celebrities." Zendaya argued, "Or me. But, she's obviously the Queen of you, so that's something, I guess."
"Hey!" Tessa complained automatically.
"Am I wrong? Huh?" Zendaya questioned.
"No." Tessa admitted, before quickly adding, "But you make it sound like-"
"You're her bitch, already?" Zendaya offered, and then when there was a telling silence, she added, "Because she might not have fucked you in the ass, yet, but if you're this much her bitch already, how long do you think it's going to be before she takes that anal cherry of yours, huh? And do you think you can seriously avoid breaking, when she does?"
"I will." Tessa insisted, although again, it was an automatic response, which wasn't very convincing. She then complained, "It's not like you're want to talk. Hell, I bet you've already been ass fucked."
"I have." Zendaya said, completely taking Tessa off-guard, especially as she followed up with, "And, if you're smart you'll get yours fucked ASAP."
"And why would I do that?" Tessa scoffed in disbelief.
"Because it will save you from breaking, when Beyonce inevitably fucks your ass." Zendaya simply said, then when Tessa continued looking at her sceptically, the younger woman continued, "Just think about it, Beyonce doesn't really have friends. She has lackeys. Mostly women of colour who are close to her level, but not quite there.
But ultimately, they disappoint her, and she finds an excuse to top them. To fuck them in the ass. And, because they've held onto their butt cherries, they're not ready for it. So what you need to do, find yourself a weaker top, and give your butt to her. It'll allow you to prepare for what a real Dom can give you. And maybe, just maybe, make you a better top because of it."
There was a long pause, in which Tessa just stared at the younger girl, and then she grumbled, "And who's this weaker top gonna be, huh? You? Oh, ain't that convenient?"
"For you? Yeah, it is." Zendaya agreed dryly.
"Seriously?" Tessa scoffed, "Did you really think it would be that easy to top me?"
