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Episode I - Goodbye, Los Angeles
Stefani closed her flip-phone and feigned a smile at the bartender. Suddenly, he was slightly blurry and his body scattered in various directions. With a swipe of her finger, she gracefully caught the tear and tried not to bust her makeup. Dark blue nails sliced through her jet black strands and she let out a stressful sigh.
With the phone in her other hand, she slammed it unexpectedly, causing her glass to topple over and scare the man next to her. The anger was too much for an apology. Another drink was put in front of her but it was ignored. Def Jam had just dropped her from the label.
"You alright, honey?" she heard. The voice was tender and smooth, causing her head to turn.
"I'm sorry, what?" she asked, annoyed and not paying attention.
Stefani stared for a brief moment before tightening her grip, knuckles white and trembling. The lady could see the sadness in her delicate eyes.
"You good?" the woman asked, once more.
She didn't want to rant to some stranger but her life was just seemingly ruined.
"Lost my job. Now my so-called man isn't answering my calls," she finished strong.
That sweet, deep tone hit her again.
"That's too bad," the woman shook her head, tipping her bottle back. "What do—what did—you do?"
"I'm a musician," Stefani said, matter of fact. "I don't need those fuckers at DefJam, anyway," she snapped, flipping her hair around.
"Wow. DefJam. Like DefJam Records DefJam? You must be famous or something," she leaned back.
Stefani turned and observed the black knee high boots snuggled around a skin tight pair of blue jeans. The woman shifted with her big leather jacket undone and revealed a pleasing sight. Underneath a tight red tank were a pair of immaculate boobs, bundled together comfortably in a heavy duty white push up. She could tell they weren't real, but they looked fantastic.
All of this was topped off with a tight, raven colored pony tail that floated high and ended near her waist with no bangs in sight; straight, silky and full of volume. The complexion matched with the accent made her assume the beauty was Mexican.
"Not yet, but I will be," Stefani smiled.
The lady leaned in, her chin resting in her palm and a big smile on her face. Stefani crossed her legs and did the same.
"What's your name, cutie?"
"My name is Lady Gaga."
"Strange name, Lady Gaga, but I like it," she spoke tenderly.
A hand was extended and Gaga took hold.
"Valerie Reyna," she said. "First Lieutenant. Army," she finished.
Gaga clutched Valerie's hand tight. "No shit? Thank you for your service. Really."
She smiled and clinched. "The pleasure is all mine."
The two women were locked in each other's sultry gaze, unable to break off from one another. Gaga's fingers released but intertwined with her new acquaintance instead.
"Seems you've distracted me," Gaga admitted, tipping her drink and letting it flow past her glossy, maroon lips.
"You were distraught. I could tell," Valerie said, downing her beer.
"Can't believe they fucking dropped me like a sack of shit," Gaga shook her head. "Fuck those mother fuckers, man, you know?"
"Fuck those assholes," Valerie shouted.
Gaga got close to her and pointed. "I'm going to be big and they're going to regret this."
"Only just met you, but you're adorable when you're mad," Valerie smiled, sealing her lips around the finger.
"I'm trying to throw a tantrum here." There was a huff. "Can you let me be mad?"
Valerie slid to the knuckle and lathered her little finger in warmth. Gaga's face turned droopy and lustful, eyelids heavy. Something very awkward was happening inside of her hot mouth.
"Are you kidding me?" Gaga whispered, intrigued. Very.
Valerie shook her head with a smile and plopped off, a cool sensation coming over the wet digit.
"You go around doing that to all the pretty girls?" Gaga asked, head cocked with a grin.
The woman slid an arm across the tight black dress, around her belly, and dropped a heavy kiss onto the top of her head. Gaga clutched her big muscles in protest to her leaving but let her go, watching the tall babe turn a corner. Her phone buzzed. It was Rob. Choices. Easy ones.
*****
Valerie turned after washing up and saw the small beauty, those cute bucked teeth popping through a sweet smile. She shook her head and chuckled to herself. Gaga leaned against the tile and her head fell a bit, only to be picked up by a gentle hand under her chin.
"I feel terrible," she whispered. "What the fuck do I do?"
"Let me distract you again," Valerie whispered back.
Her savior was there and a hand slid underneath her ear, holding her steady before leaning in with full and luscious beige lips that felt like velvet. Gaga sighed hard and snaked her hands underneath the woman's tank top, pulling her tight and relishing in her hot, soft skin.
The two gorgeous women fought for rank of best kisser, devouring each other in a barrage that ended up with Gaga against the wall with legs wrapped around Valerie's mid section. She slid across the shiny black mane before gripping tight as Valerie smothered herself in Gaga's big, young titties. Everything was happening so fast and she moaned at the view of her pushed up cleavage being attacked, desperately wanting more.
Dropped to her heels and spun around, she was face first into the wall and felt up ravenously. Valerie nuzzled deep into her neck and peeled through a silk thong, finding wet, tender lips. The thighs spread and she sunk into the last knuckle with two fingers, making Gaga gasp.
"Oh shit," she cried out and reached back.
The ponytail swung into her open palm and she wrapped it around her hand until clutching the base, holding Valerie to her neck and getting the biggest hickey. They bucked into one another, Valerie smothered and Gaga's eyes fluttering in delight.
"Mmm, you can have me," she blurted out through a heavy groan. "You know what I want."
Valerie teased her earlier. In a flash, she was putting kisses down the back of Gaga's skin tight dress. Her nose dipped between the luscious white meat and pushed up, popping the fabric over Gaga's tight Italian cake.
Up against the tile with her palms, she arched like her life depended on it and was rewarded with a heavy inhale from between her buns. That valley was full, Valerie's face nuzzled in warmth and she quickly became acquainted with a strawberry swirl scent. She took it deep into her lungs multiple times while slurping kisses on the juicy booty, pulling and snapping the silky thong with her teeth.
Suddenly, Gaga gasped into a sustained groan that sunk way-way low. That long, four inch secret slithered out, tickling her gooey lips. The frothy, thick muscle spread her apart with beautiful girth until Valerie's nose was pressing into her butthole. Her jaw fell and she lathered that puddle pussy entirely, siphoning the excess juice into her mouth and swallowing. Repeatedly, Gaga's drenched slit was slapped around by the fat, meaty gift until a loud suction had all of her bits inside of a hot cavern being relentlessly bathed and slathered on.
"You naughty...fucking...bitch..." she grumbled downwards.
Gaga rolled her glazed over eyes. Her face pushed into the tile, sliding down until a full ninety degrees, that phat ass popped into the air. Incoherent moans lined the small bar bathroom, interspersed with a feverish desire for eating yummy, drippy pussy. It was so unbelievably noisy, Gaga not comprehending just how sloppy her peach was becoming. Now she wanted all of it.
That ass popped up and down, desperate for penetration. Valerie obliged and dipped in to her chin, beating Gaga's walls viciously and tasting the sweet nectar. Lips on lips, she swirled with love, watching those vanilla buns clapping together against the sexy silver thong and onto her face. The long and shiny black waves didn't go unnoticed and she reached up and snatched the girls face from the wall.
"Unf—unf—mm, yeah, yeah—-god, fuck, me," Gaga stuttered, bouncing it back hard.
Those rumbling booty cheeks got lit up, Valerie beating on them and in danger of getting them caught.
"Auuugh!" Gaga grunted, jiggling violently after each blow. "Fuck!" she shouted loudly.
Another thud caused her to squeal, one knee buckling and going bananas, trembling rapidly. Planted firmly in her strapped stilettos, Gaga reached back, grabbing at the base of her ponytail.
"I'm going to fucking cum all over your face," she blurted out, turning back to watch. "I'm gonna—I'm—cum—going to—no, no," she shuddered head to toe, shouting obscenities.
Valerie reached up, cupping those big bouncing jugs between her palms and locked eyes with the hottest broad she's ever tagged. Those blissful, orgasmic baby blues would never be forgotten and she witnessed first hand, a monstrous climax.
Gaga filled her mouth with a wad of her dress and screamed, stomping a heel into the floor. Her head fell back and snapped a few times as Valerie's mouth was flooded with exquisite juice. They stared deep into one another, Gaga's eyes shaking in her skull but never falling away. The loud slurping rocked her mind as the next one hit and started draining down Valerie's sloppy chin. Gaga's paw was tight on her skull, nails holding her down.