The small studio in Katelyn Narcon's Atlanta home bloomed to life as she prepared to make another video for her fledgling YouTube channel. Most of the others were clips and interviews for Too Many Cooks and The Walking Dead, but this one was different. She was very much hoping this one would finally help to boost her chronically low profile. Despite being part of a wildly successful show, most people still had no idea who she was. As the camera began to roll, she smoothed her dark brown hair and began the speech she'd been working on for the last hour.
"Hi, everyone! It's Katelyn Narcon, and I wanna give a quick shoutout to all my fans. Thank you for supporting the channel. If you're new here, please remember to like, subscribe, and hit the notification bell. We're trying to promote the channel and bring you new content so we're announcing a new contest. If we get to one million subscribers, I'll select a fan to spend the day with me! Now obviously, because of COVID-19, certain precautions will be taken, but you'll spend twenty-four hours with me in one of the finest hotels in Georgia featuring a live band and gourmet dining. So keep sharing these videos somewhere on the internet and follow me on social media. I'll see you in Georgia!"
She watched it all the way through twice, and finding it satisfactory, uploaded it and went to her bedroom. The virus meant that there weren't many things she could do, and she had rapidly become bored with nearly all of them. In time, she'd fallen back on an increasingly popular hobby in America, and now it had become her mainstay. She peeled of the cream designer blouse and black jeana she had been wearing and, casting her bra and panties aside, leapt into her bed.
Katelyn reached over to the nightstand and let out a lewd groan as her hand settled on a thick, ten-inch, yellow squash. Her legs opened wide, the actress rubbed her neatly trimmed bush, then plunged three fingers in her twat as the thinner end of the vegetable went in her mouth. She pushed it in deep, gagging herself slightly, and sucking the waxy flesh with an obvious, greedy, lust. Her tongue danced around the shaft, painting the length with saliva, while squelching sounds rang in the air as her fingers furiously churned her pussy juices. With an effort, she inhaled the squash down to the wide base and held it there.
Suddenly, she pulled it out as her girlcum-soaked hand started groping her 32C tits. With her other as she slammed the squash to the hilt in her pussy, crying out as she pumped her cunt feverishly.
"Fuck yes!" she grunted loudly. "Ream this fucking pussy! Pound that thick cock in me deep! Oh God, it's so good. It feels so fucking good! Fuck! Don't stop! Katelyn needs that cock balls deep! God, I need this! I need this so much! Harder! Fuck me harder! Yes, bump that clit! Oh fuck!" she cried out as her orgasm hit, washing over her like a wave of August sun.
Panting heavily, she smiled, satisfied, and licked her makeshift dildo clean. She knew it would be a little tough, but she planned to slice it thin and roast it for her dinner. She would then masturbate hard and sauce the whole thing with girlcum. Her pussy twitched just thinking about it, but what she needed then was a nap.
Just over a month later, Katelyn's winsome, heavyset, assistant, Judith called to say her subscriber goal had been reached, and the lucky fan chosen at random.
"PR wants you to go with a more handsome guy. Something about better optics and how people love beautiful people." She said this a bit ruefully.
"Well, I want the guy who actually won fair and square. Make certain that's who they send. That guy, and the people like him, are the only reason anyone remembers me at all. You gotta respect that."
"Yes, ma'am," Judith replied with clear admiration, "His name is Brian Adams. He'll arrive at the airport first thing in the morning."
"I want to be there and waiting with an amazing breakfast. Make everything amazing, Judith. He deserves a break from the way things are now, and this is probably the only time something like this is going to happen to him in his life. Try to keep' things as private as possible. I don't want the poor guy becoming a celebrity. I signed up for privacy violations, death threats, and internet trolls, but he didn't."
"Yes, ma'am. I have you two booked at The Villa Hotel for the day. Every area will be closed off when you're in it. You will not be able to leave the hotel for anything. Mr. Adams will be tested before you see him tomorrow. If he's positive, PR will-"
"Make the day virtual," Katelyn said firmly.
"Yes, ma'am," she replied, ending the call.
The next morning found Katelyn in a sleek, small, black, limousine at one of the various hidden side entrances of the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport. At 8:45 a.m., a three man security team approached the door, which was being held open by a rail-thin, raven-haired, driver, and parted to reveal a short, stocky, brown-haired, clean shaven gentleman with a round face, wide nose, and large, circular, glasses. He wore a smart, brown, suit and tie, as well as an extremely nervous smile. When he saw Katelyn, he stopped in his tracks.
"Good morning!" Katelyn called sweetly. She wore a scarlet, flower print, blouse and a pristine pair of white, relaxed-fit jeans. "Come on in," she said, patting the wide, leather, seat. Brian stepped in without a word, and the door was shut behind him. "Come on," she cajoled. "Come a little closer, Brian. I won't bite, and I made you a wonderful breakfast."
Gingerly, Brian moved to within three feet of her, just in front of a metal cart. On top of it was a plate with a metal dome covering it. Katelyn removed this with a flourish.
"Bon appetit."
"Er...thank you, Miss-"
"Katelyn. Call me Katelyn."
"Thanks, Katelyn," he said, taking in the spread before him: a three egg cheddar omelette, hash browns, fried apples, and two pork sausage links sat beside a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice. "You made all this?" he wondered aloud.
"I sure did," she replied, revealing her own plate. "Just for you. I figure you've been stuck inside as long as I have. If we're gonna be out, we might as well do something special."
"Well, I feel honored, Katelyn, and this is amazing," Brian replied, biting into his eggs. Sweet notes of tarragon danced across his tongue, followed by roasted bell peppers, and a dash of thyme.
"Thank you, I've been watching the Food Network a lot recently. You gotta find something to kill the boredom. What have you been watching," she asked.
"The Walking Dead," Brian answered with a laugh.