(This series is pure fantasy. Please enjoy it as such.)
After booking Tonya Harding to compete in Celebrity Sexfights with her arch rival, Nancy Kerrigan, I was constantly getting messages from the blonde skater to hire her again. After her winning her match against Nancy, she said she was willing to take on anybody. Unfortunately, not many people were interested in taking her on.
When I started the Casting Couch series, it was intended mainly for those celebrity MILFs that didn't care for the sexfight format. I was hoping for older actresses. Tonya didn't really fit what I was looking for. She begged me to have her on as a guest. She must have needed the money.
I finally caved in to her persistent pleas, agreeing to an intimate interview.
Tonya showed up smiling ear to ear, glad to be in the spotlight again. She came over and gave me a big hug, thankful for having her as a guest. She was dressed casually, wearing a plain pink v-neck t-shirt and a blue jean skirt. Her stringy blonde hair looked a bit outdated, flowing down to her shoulders, with her trademark bangs curled just above her eyebrows.
"Welcome to The Casting Couch, Tonya. We're glad to have you here tonight."
"Thank you, Anton. It's great to be here."
"You look fabulous! Is everything going alright in your life these days?"
Tonya smiled back at me, blushing from being called fabulous. I'm guessing she doesn't get compliments that often.
"Fabulous? I don't know about that. But things are going well."
"Does that include your sex life too?"
Tonya sat up, adjusting her modest outfit while trying to avoid the answer.
"It's ok I guess. I'm not really seeing anyone right now."
I gave her a reassuring smile, hoping to make her more comfortable.
"I find that hard to believe. I figured hundreds of guys would be smitten by those beautiful blue eyes. You really are a lovely young lady."
Tonya leered back at me, seductively flashing those baby blues. She may have been slightly overweight, with a frumpy appearance, but I wasn't lying about her beautiful blue eyes. They were mesmerizing.
"Thank you! I just haven't found the right person yet."
Her answer puzzled me.
"Person? Do you mean guys AND girls?"
Again, Tonya blushed, explaining herself.
"I kinda like the company of other women. Sometimes you just need someone with a feminine touch."
"I think I know what you mean. Last time we saw you on Celebrity Sexfights, you seemed to be enjoying that feminine touch."
Tonya flashed a mischievous smile, thinking back about the match with her arch rival, Nancy Kerrigan.
"That was more than just a woman's touch. The thrill of performing in the nude in a competitive environment was very exciting."
"Ah yes, I remember it well. You were victorious that night. Any plans on doing another sexfight?"
Tonya perked up, eager to announce she did indeed plan on coming back for another fight.
"YES! We just agreed to do a match with Shawn Johnson. It's scheduled for next month."
I knew we were negotiating for Tonya to return to Celebrity Sexfights, I just didn't know who her opponent would be. The thought of her and Shawn going at it was quite exciting.
"Shawn Johnson. Nice. I believe she was a winner also. Against Mindy Kaling. That should be an exciting match."
Tonya couldn't hold back her enthusiasm.
"Oh, yes! I think she's adorable! I'm really looking forward to it."
I hated to be the one to rain on her parade, but I had to bring it up.
"After Shawn won that match, she used a strapon to fuck Mindy in the ass. Are you ready to take it up the butt if you lose?"
Tonya showed her competitive spirit when I brought it up, quickly responding, with some attitude.
"Who says I'm going to lose?"
She seemed confrontational with her answer, slightly agitated that I would even bring it up. I tried to settle things down right away.
"You're right. You're right. I'm getting ahead of myself. But you would be okay with anal consequences?"
"I would. It was in our contract. There's something about putting my ass on the line, that should give me the motivation I need to come out on top."
I was surprised by her answer, but it made total sense. I was getting worked up just thinking about it.
"I'm already looking forward to it. Two gorgeous athletes putting their cute little asses on the line."
Tonya sat back, folding her arms, with a mischievous smirk, aroused by the naughty nature of our interview. I couldn't get the thought of anal out of my head.
"Is anal a part of your personal sex life?"
Tonya fidgeted on the couch, before coming up with her answer.
"I've experimented a couple times. It's not my favorite thing."
I gave her puzzled look, bringing up her last match.
"That's funny, because I seem to remember a certain former blonde skating champion sitting her nice round tushy on her rival's face, begging to have her ass licked."
Tonya burst out laughing, remembering that night. She tried to explain herself.
"That's different! That's two completely separate things. There's no insertion with having your ass licked."
"And that's the part you don't like? Too painful?"
"It's not that. It's the idea of being dirty. Like a slut. Plus, I'm afraid of pooping."
Tonya started laughing again, bringing the harsh reality of the dirty deed into play.
"Well, we all have our bodily functions, whether we like it or not. In your match with Nancy, she wasn't too happy when you farted in her face. Was that on purpose, or just an accident?
Tonya covered her face, embarrassed that I brought it up. She was giggling like a schoolgirl with a secret, admitting that it was no accident.
"I've been dreaming about doing that for a long time. She made fun of me once when I farted in the dressing room at Olympic trials. Making a big deal of how bad it smelled. As if she never passed any gas before. She thinks she's so much better than everyone else. I thought it was kinda funny."
"Would you be up for a rematch with her if the opportunity presented itself again?"
Tonya shook her head "no" appearing to be uninterested.
"No. That ship has sailed. I don't think Nancy would want to, anyway."
"If there were strapon consequences, would you be interested?"
Tonya's eyes lit up, but her answer was the same.