Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles 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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Maude Apatow had dreams which started like this. Dreams where a beautiful woman would approach her, with a flirtatious smile on her face. Hell, she had even imagined it being the infamous Beyonce. But the problem was, a lot of those dreams had turned into nightmares, real fast. And she was terrified that this would end the same way. Especially without her co-stars to back her up.
Hell, she even considered running away. Because sure, it would be cowardly, but at this point, it would also be the smart choice. But, for better or for worse, she stood her ground, and somehow avoided trembling as the infamous top came to stand right in front of her, practically in her personal space.
To be fair, they were in the hall of a hotel room, and while no one was around, it wasn't like Beyonce would try anything right now. Right? And even if she did, Sydney Sweeney and more importantly Alexa Demie were only a short distance away, and would surely come to her defence, if things got really bad?
It was just, the minute it took for Beyonce to close the distance between them felt like an eternity, which was more than enough time for Maude to imagine the worst scenarios possible. Although even then, she also felt like this was an opportunity to prove herself. One where the potential risk was more than worth the reward. Especially now she had seen that big black booty in all it's glory.
"Alone at last." Beyonce purred.
"Wh, what are you doing here?" Maude asked nervously.
"Relax. I'm not going to force you into anything. No matter what you might've heard, I don't do that. Ever." Beyonce reassured firmly, before adding with a wicked smile, "But, if you're feeling a need to bend over for me already, feel free to lean into that instinct. Mmmmmmmm, I mean, if you feel that way already, you're probably not going to win this."
"I'm good, thank you." Maude huffed, then after a brief pause blurted out, "And feel free to do the same."
"I'll bear that in mind." Beyonce said dismissively, before getting to the point, "Look, I figured after I gave your buddy Sydney her first-ever good anal pounding, Alexa would want her girlfriend all to herself, so she can desperately try to keep her hands on her. Which gives us an opportunity. Tell them they can have tomorrow night as well, and then come to my hotel room. I promise it will be a one on one session. No tricks."
"Wait, wait, wait, let me get this straight." Maude interrupted, ignoring the obvious joke as she quickly added, "You expect me to just make this easy for you? Just show up alone, and bend over? Seriously?"
"You haven't heard the hook yet." Beyonce grinned wickedly, adding with a chuckle, "And trust me, this is one offer you can't refuse."
"Why? Are you going to bend over for me?" Maude scoffed.
"If you can survive the first butt fucking." Beyonce said nonchalantly.
There was a brief pause, then Maude questioned softly, "Seriously?"
"Seriously." Beyonce casually confirmed.
Another pause, this one longer, and then Maude stammered, "I, I really shouldn't. I'm an anal virgin. Something I'm guessing you knew. Or just figured. And yeah, I'm sure you're one too, but... I just can't. I mean, it would be different if you were the one bending over first. Or I could bring someone. But... you're Beyonce. The Beyonce. So no, I'm sorry. I know you're not used to hearing that.
Hell, I bet you can't even remember the last time someone told you no. But I'm gonna. Because I just can't accept this offer. No, no, no, it's too risky. In fact, I bet you're not even serious. Yeah, you're just trying to fuck with me. Well, it won't work. You hear me?"
"Oh, I hear you." Beyonce smirked, and even admitted, "And if I were you, I would be suspicious too. But, if you never show up tomorrow, you'll never know, one way or the other. All you'll know, is that you maybe had a chance to break me all by yourself, and you chickened out. And I don't think you can live with that. Can you?"
"I..." Maude began, before hesitating.
"That's what I thought." Beyonce said dismissively, as she turned to leave, adding without looking back, "Be there at 8, and don't be late. I like punctuality. Especially in my future bitches."
"I'm not your bitch." Maude whined, then added softly when she was alone, "And I never will be."
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