Celebrity Juices: Holly Quinn & Maleficent
By Imorol
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.
Now, to the story...
Standing in her private dressing room at the ITV studios, Holly Willoughby was preparing to record the annual Halloween episode of Celebrity Juice. After the recent release of the Suicide Squad movie, she'd made the decision to dress as Harley Quinn. Having seen the film, she'd loved how sexy Margot Robbie looked, and was excited to dress in the same way tonight.
Hair gathered in twin bunches, the ends were dyed red and blue. Matching eye makeup had been applied as well as a rich red lipstick, enhancing an already beautiful face. Getting dressed, the TV presenter had put on a thong of red satin, the tiny underwear pulled tight over an already damp twat. Cradling the impressive bust was a matching bra, pushing the feminine charms together and up. Covering her legs was a pair of fishnet tights. Crotchless, they perfectly framed the thong.
Over the top a "Daddy's Lil Monster" t-shirt had been donned. One size too small, it clung tightly to Holly's chest, enhancing their voluptuous form. Disappointed she couldn't find a pair of shorts just like those in the movie, the former model had chosen a pair of denim shorts, dyed one half red the other blue to match her inspiration. However, they were exceptionally tight, figure-hugging. As the short lacing in the front had been pulled closed, they'd drawn the shorts tight to the woman's crotch, forming a salacious camel toe. They also clung to her shapely backside, pulling taut over the wonderful buttocks, especially whenever she bent down.
Although she really wanted to wear high heels, the reality of playing games on the show meant she'd had to put on a pair of black Sketchers. Around each wrist were wide purple bracelets and circling her neck was a large choker, the word "Puddin" displayed. A studded belt sat on her hips.
'Fuck, I feel fucking sexy,' the blonde said, a little slurred, as she admired herself in a full-length mirror. Every way she turned, the outfit hugged her womanly form, exaggerating her curves. In her hand was a glass a vodka. Something of a routine now, Holly enjoyed a tipple or three before recording Celebrity Juice; a little Dutch courage to loosen her up for the suggestive show. Alcohol combining with a growing arousal, Ms Willoughby had a good buzz going.
Downing the remainder of her drink, she was fascinated by the movement of her bosom. Shoulders pulling back, she giggled as the mirror showed her boobs rising higher, jutting forward against the restraining t-shirt.
'Daddy's lil slut, more like,' she giggled again to herself.
Dropping the strong vodka onto a table, nearly knocking it onto the floor in the process, Holly continued to admire her reflection. Slowly twisting and turning before the mirror, one hand cupped a full breast, fingers gently digging into the pliant flesh beneath. The other made its way to her crotch, a finger tracing the route of the camel toe. Back and forth, the digit slid along the grove, stimulating the moistening slit with increasing pressure.
'Ooh, that feels nice,' she murmured, letting out a hot gasp as the long manicured finger curled against her covered clity.
Suddenly the door burst open. Standing in the portal was Fearne Cotton, Holly's best friend and captain of the show's opposing team. Seeing what was going on, the daintier blonde quickly stepped into the room, hurriedly shutting the door behind.
Dressed for the Halloween episode, Fearne was also wearing a movie inspired outfit: Maleficent. From neck to ankle she wore a long black dress of faux leather featuring pairs of oversized twin lapels and large bell sleeves. Cinched at the waist it positively emphasised her smaller hips and bust, the former peaking from a plunging neckline. Atop slicked back hair was a skullcap in black sporting two long horns. Strappy heels shod her feet. Cosmetics had been applied to make her fair skin appear paler, the effect enhanced by dark eyes and luscious red lipstick.
'Jesus, Holly, you don't have time for that,' she proclaimed, watching her friend play with herself. 'Come on, we're wanted on stage.'
'Fearne!' exclaimed Holly. Spinning away from the mirror and turning to the visitor, she wrapped the flaxen beauty in a warm hug, planting a kiss on her cheek. Taking a step back she took in the figure before her. 'You look amazing! Wow, you look so sexy tonight!'
'Thanks, Hols,' the radio host replied. It was clear how sauced her BFF was. When her cheek was kissed, she'd easily picked up the smell of vodka. 'You're drunk,' she added a little exasperated. Although she found "Drunk Holly" to be a great laugh and fun to be around, Fearne had readily seen in the mirror she was also feeling frisky.
Drunk Holly and Frisky Holly. Great
. Throughout the years, Fearne had found herself having to intercede when her friend was both tipsy and horny, saving her from wrecking her public image on numerous occasions.
'Yup. And I'll let you into a little secret. I'm really horny tonight,' she revealed the obvious secret. 'See?' she added. Trying to point out the stiff nipples poking through her tight clothing, her fingers actually pressed them, obscuring the hard teats. Holly giggled.
'And why are you horny?' Fearne asked in a put-upon tone.
It's going to be a long night.
'I feel so sexy! Don't you think I look hot like this?' Holly asked, drunkenly twirling around so her guest could take in the outfit stretched over her curvy body. Fearne nodded, unable to deny it. 'I've been looking forward to wearing this,' the inebriated blonde continued. 'And I've been wet all day,' she stage whispered, eyes flashing wide at the admission. Crossing to a pile of clothing carelessly left on a chair, she pulled out a pair of purple panties. Chucking them across the room, she said, 'Check those out.'
Automatically snatching the underwear out of the air, the other blonde looked at the gusset. An abundance of female fluid covered the cotton panel, the creamy-looking substance encrusting the inset.
Jesus
.
'Want to know something else?' Holly slurred.
'Go on,' Fearne replied, knowing that going along with her friend was the quickest way of getting her out of the dressing room and onto the stage for the evening's show.
Again the statuesque starlet reached down to the chair. Under the clothes sat an open bag. Reaching in, she withdrew something small and rounded. Open hand held out, she revealed what it was.