There are three kinds of secrets in Hollywood: the kind that the tabloids and the media know about, the kind that directors, producers, and agents know about, and the kind that only the celebrities themselves know about. Dirty Movies is one of the third kind. Spreading only through word of mouth from actress to actress, starlet to starlet, Dirty Movies is a production company founded solely for one reason: so that the gorgeous young ladies who graced screens and made hit singles could act out their nastiest, raunchiest sexual fantasies on film for their own private collections, to be shared only on the drunkest of nights with others also "in the know". No one quite knows the full story of how Dirty Movies came into being, nor how their logistics works in terms of fulfilling every one of their client's personal fantasies, but they manage to provide for everyone, and no one has ever been disappointed by their service.
At this moment, Dirty Movies is about to start a new film made by special request...
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The movie opens up on a carpeted living room, which is well-lit and fully furnished. Some of the furniture has been moved aside to clear out a large space in the middle of the room, and the three former Disney starlets are sitting on the floor, each of them dressed in some form of sleepwear--Miley wears a long, loose T-shirt and short shorts that end an inch above her knees, while Demi is wearing a nightie and Selena has on a traditional pajama top and bottom. Their overnight bags are left over by the couch, as the three are currently engrossed in watching the end of a movie on a big-screen television. Their eaten snacks can be seen next to them: a large, half-full bowl of popcorn, a half-eaten bag of chips with small jars of nacho cheese and salsa, and cans of soda.
"That was a good one," Miley says as the credits roll, and she shuts the TV off. Turning to the others, she asks, "What do you guys think?"
"I liked it," Selena agrees, brushing a lock of dark hair behind her ear. "The story was good, the ending was good--plus the main guy was really hot!"
"You talking about his face, or his bare chest?" Demi asks teasingly. "C'mon, admit it. You were staring at his muscles more than the actual movie."
"Was not!" Selena protests, but her blushing cheeks give her away, and the other two laugh. After a moment, Selena joins in.
"I wonder how big his dick is," Demi says casually after the laughter subsides.
"Demi!" Selena says in a shocked tone, her face turning redder. "You can't talk about stuff like that."
"Why not?" Demi responds. "It's just us girls--we can talk about guys all we want. It's, like, part of the rules for a sleepover."
"Yeah, but--talking about what guys have, y'know, down there..." Selena trails off, looking uncertainly at Miley for reassurance.
"It's not a big deal," Miley says comfortingly, reaching over to pat her friend's hand. "We're adults now, we've all had 'the talk'-- hell, girl, you've got a boyfriend that everybody knows about. You've probably seen more of him than his fans wish they could."
"Actually..." Selena hesitates and looks down at her hands, a small wince on her face as she knows what comes next.
"You've never?" both Miley and Demi ask in unison, making Selena flinch involuntarily.
"Well, it's just that--he's always so busy, and I'm always so busy, so we don't get to see each other much, and he wants to wait, and I wasn't sure, and..." Selena says all of this in a rush without pausing, her face now red as a tomato and her eyes firmly fixed on her hands.
"Wait, wait, wait." Miley interrupts, leaning over to take both Selena's hands in hers. "Calm down. This isn't a third degree. Take a breath." Selena stops rambling and inhales a deep breath. "Now let it out." She exhales slowly and raises her eyes to look at her two friends with an abashed expression on her face.
"So you've never seen his--what he has down there." Selena shakes her head mutely. "Have you ever seen any guy's? Like on the Internet or whatever?" There is a pause, and Selena shakes her head again, slowly. She blinks hard, like she's fighting back tears, and her face is burning. Miley pulls her into a hug, rubbing her friend's back as she does so. "Oh, sweetie, it's okay. There's nothing to be ashamed about waiting."
"Yeah, if you want to grow up to be a 40-year-old virgin." Demi remarks, her hand in the popcorn bowl as she scoops up a handful.
"Demi!" This time Miley says it, albeit in a scolding tone.
"What?" Demi says around a mouthful of kernels. Miley gives her a glare, still holding Selena in a hug, who is still silent. Miley continues to glare until Demi rolls her eyes. "All right, fine. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. It's perfectly okay to wait."
"Don't tell me, tell her you're sorry." With that, Miley releases Selena and gets her to turn around so that she faces Demi, though her eyes are cast down at the floor. Demi's attitude softens when she sees how bad her friend's feelings are hurt.
"Hey, c'mon. I'm sorry." No response. "Really. I really am sorry." Still no response. Demi moves over to put her hand over Selena's, who for her part doesn't pull away. "I didn't mean what I said. I was just teasing a little, y'know, just being me."
"You mean you were being a bitch." Miley interjects. A tiny smile appears on Selena's face, but she doesn't raise her eyes.
"A little bit."
"More than a little." Selena's smile grows wider.
"A medium-sized bitch."
"More like a large-sized bitch."
"Oh, c'mon..."