Disclaimer: The following is a fictional, consensual story about two female celebrities based off of Anna Kendrick singing Carrie Underwood's song 'Before He Cheats' in her upcoming movie 'Pitch Perfect 2'. Nothing in this story is implied to be true, it is all from the mind of the author. Any similarity to real actions between these women is purely coincidental.
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Carrie Underwood was about to sit down to watch the latest episode of 'American Idol' on a hot April evening in Nashville, Tennessee. With her husband away, she had a plan for a nice, quiet night at home alone, something she had not been afforded in several weeks. The country superstar had been busy performing for several weeks before her husband's season in hockey recently concluded.
As she turned the television on and tuned to Fox, she heard the familiar tone of her doorbell ring through her large house.
"Who the hell could that be at this hour," she said to herself as she stood up, adjusted her white tank top, pulled her black shorts out of her ass crack and headed downstairs.
Carrie reached the front door and opened it up, seeing a short brunette woman in a leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up and a hot pink skirt that reached half way down her thighs.
"Anna?" the blonde asked, shocked to see Anna Kendrick standing at her door step.
"Hi," she said, going in for a hug.
After the hug, Carrie invited Anna inside and led her into the first floor den. The visitor sat down on the couch while her host went into the kitchen, grabbing a couple beers by request. Upon entering the room, the blonde singer sat across from her guest and took a sip of her drink.
"So, uh, why are you in Nashville?" Carrie asked. "I thought you were filming the 'Pitch Perfect' sequel."
Over the previous several days, Anna and the entire cast of the upcoming sequel had been hard at work filming. With most of her time spent on the job, there was no time for friends or fun. This was the first non-co-worker she had seen and the first real alcohol she had drank since the beginning.
"Oh the main cast has a few days off, they are doing some extra shots," she explained.
"Nice, but, uh, that doesn't answer my question. Why are you here?" the still-confused blonde asked.
"It's nice to see you too," Anna said with a laugh.
"It's not that I don't want to see you," she responded with a laugh of her own. "You should've called, we could have planned the night out."
"This is more of a business trip for me," she said, further adding to Carrie's confusion. "We want to use one of your songs in the movie."
"Really?" Carrie asked. "Wow, what an honor! I'm sure if the producers call my agent she will let it happen."
"That's why I'm here," the brunette said. "We tried that for the first movie and we got shot down but I'm sure you were aware of that."
"Not at all, this is the first I'm hearing of this," she proclaimed, a hint of anger in her voice.
"So now you know why I'm here, I want to sing the song and I need you to sign this paper giving me permission," Anna stated as she pulled a paper out of her jacket pocket.
"Anna, you know I want you to do it but I have an agent for a reason," Carrie said, pushing the paper away.
"No no, I checked with the lawyers, this is all legal and binding," she responded, again handing the paper to her friend.
"I have to do things by the book," the blonde said.
"What do I have to give you?" Anna asked. "Do you want money? I have plenty of money."
"Anna, please no-"
"How about dinner? Do you want to go out to dinner tonight, I'll pay for the whole thing," she interrupted. "Anything you want, all the drinks you can handle, a big chocolate cake for desert."
"Calm down, I'm sure-"
"I can set up a meeting with Clooney, we're tight," she again interrupted. "Well, not 'tight' but he occasionally answers my texts. How about Ryan Gosling, I have a bit of twitter history with him...don't ask what it is."
"Oh I know the history, I read it," Carrie responded, happy to finish a sentence. "Listen to me, I will talk to my agent tomorrow and get it done, you can sing my song."
"Sign the paper," Anna insisted.
Carrie grabbed Anna's hands and looked her in the eye, attempting to get her focused.
"You can sing the song, you don't need my signature," she slowly explained.
"Yes you do," the actress repeated just as slow. "What do I have to do to get you to sign the paper?"
"Anna, sto-"
"Do you want a bitch? I can be your bitch?" she loudly stated.
"Wha-wh-what?" Carrie asked as her eyes went wide.
"I'll be your bitch, I'll let you do anything sexually to me that you want," she answered before standing up.
"Are you fucking serious?" the stunned blonde asked.
Anna turned around and bent over, keeping her legs straight as her fingertips touched the soft carpeting. With one hand, she reached behind her body and hiked her skirt up, revealing the pair of white panties covering her privates.
"Go ahead, have a go," she told her from between her own knees.
"Anna stand up, you are embarrassing yourself," Carrie said as she stood up.
The bent over brunette reached behind herself again, this time grabbing Carrie's hand and pressing it against her ass cheek. The country superstar was still in shock as she felt the fine fabric against her palm. Slowly, she shifted her hand around, rubbing the perfectly round ball of flesh.
"Wow," Carrie said to herself.
