Here's another minisode for your enjoyment. The idea for this one came from the interesting dynamic that's going on. Also: Megan cut her hair for DT5: Party, It's been slowly regrowing since then. Comments and feedback are always welcome either here or by direct message. I try to match everyone's suggestions and desires. Celebrities don't actually act like this. Everyone is over 18, etc. Enjoy!
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"God I didn't know you were such a woman for this!"
"What's that's supposed to mean?" Lindsay yelled back from behind the bathroom door.
"I mean you're taking so much time! Usually you're jeans, t-shirt and done." Megan sighed as she leaned against the wall, checking her phone for the 100th time. "We'll be late."
"We're not going to be late. I have everything planned out. I want to look my best. I don't get to go out that often."
"Oh really?" Megan didn't really believe her.
"Nothing this fancy anyway." The blow dryer turned on, killing the conversation. Megan resisted the urge to look at her phone again. A few weeks prior she was reminded that she had the Weekenders premiere to attend, which she of course ignored. With less than a week to go she had to scramble to put everything together. She did but she was missing one key thing. Megan needed a date for the premiere. This was her first time out and she wasn't going stag.
Enter Lindsay. The redhead was scarily enthusiastic about it. She went shopping for clothes, jewelry, everything. It was about as much as Megan could bear.
Is that how a guy feels?
Now the black haired beauty was locked out of her own bathroom while Lindsay put the finishing touches on herself. Megan was forbidden from looking in on her.
"I'm going downstairs, don't take too long." Megan picked up her purse and wandered down the stairs to the foyer. Her metallic purple dress shimmered with every step she took. Megan didn't want to admit it, but she spent way too long working on this outfit. This was to be her first public appearance since she stopped acting, and she wanted it to be special.
Her hair was still short from her Halloween party; an adorable pixie cut that would give Emma Watson a run for the money. No sooner did she reach the bottom step did the doorbell ring.
"I'm here for a Ms. Fox?" The smartly dressed chauffeur stated as Megan opened the door.
"That's me. Just a second, my date is taking her time." She offered the man a sweet smile then turned to the stairs. "Lindsay! Get down here now!"
Her yell caused the chauffeur to jump. Yet, that wasn't the only surprise in store. "Alright already."
Lindsay appeared at the top stairs causing Megan's and the chauffeur's jaws to drop. Lindsay was crammed into a silky red dress that went all the way to her ankles. Starting from the bottom, the redheads feet were in matching red heels; not too tall or too short, just enough. The dress billowed out around her legs, yet was just tight enough to show every little movement. It cinched slightly around her narrow waist before it went to her chest. Her two large mounds were on display. They weren't totally exposed like some other stars did. Just enough to be seen without slutty. If Megan had to compare it, it would be like Scarlett Johansson's red carpet dress.
My how she's come since I first fucked her.
Her red orange hair fell around and framed her face. Lindsay wore just a dash of makeup, which only served to highlight her eyes. In her hands she held a matching clutch purse and her ears had red earrings hanging off the lobes.
"Wow." Megan stammered out.
Think unsexy thoughts!
"Thank you." Lindsay smiled and turned towards the driver. "Now I believe we have a premiere to attend?"
"Right." The driver stumbled over himself, much to the girls amusement. "This way."
Megan and Lindsay followed the flustered chauffeur out to the waiting limo; gratuitously accepting his hand as they climbed inside. Shortly after, the door clicked shut and they were off.
Megan stared out the window as they went; watching the Hollywood lights flicker past them. Lindsay watched her silently.
She's been so introspective lately.
"Megan, I've been meaning to ask..."
"Yes?" She turned back to face Lindsay.
"How are you feeling now?" Lindsay was obviously referring to the near mishap Megan had with Curvoma. The A version nearly rendered her catatonic to all but pleasure. She appreciated the concern, as it was something she couldn't handle on her own. Megan just didn't know it at the time.
"I'm fine now, my head feels better. Almost like a fog has been lifted." She replied honestly.
"Any changes?" Lindsay smirked.
"You'll have to see."
Lindsay made a move to look under Megan dress but the futanari stopped her. "Nope, not until later."
"Aww fine. You got that thing tied down don't you?"
Megan held up two fingers. "Two garters and a prayer that I don't get aroused."
"Really?" Lindsay had that gleam in her eye. Already the gears were turning as she accepted the challenge.
"Yes. So back off." Megan playfully shoved Lindsay away.
"Fine...for now." Lindsay jolted as the car came to a halt. Peering out the window she saw they had arrived. The flashes of bulbs illuminating the red carpet. "We're here."
"We are." Megan stated flatly.
"What are you nervous?"
"No." That was a lie.
"Bullshit." Lindsay snapped back. "This is your first time in public isn't it?"
"A lady looking like you do shouldn't use those words." Megan sighed, "Yes, I am alright?"
Lindsay reached across and kissed her tenderly. "You'll be fine."
The door next to Megan clicked open. "Showtime."
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Megan Fox accepted the hand of her chauffeur and stepped outside. She was almost immediately blinded by flash bulbs.
