Chapter 2: Charlize Theron and Nicole Kidman
It was hard to believe that Cotton Baxter had only been in L.A. for two months. In that time she had gone from a tiny studio apartment and a beat up old volkswagen Beetle to a downtown loft and a brand new BMW. She was far from rich, but after selling three of her scripts and staring in two small commercials, she was actually making it. She felt alive, and free for the first time in her life.
The speed of Cotton's success was in part thanks to her new friend, the charming and delicious Natalie Portman, one of Hollywood's biggest and brightest young stars. While happily setting up just the right contacts and making a few calls to help her new friend out, Natalie insisted that it was Cotton's talent and charm that the young blonde owed her growing success, but Cotton knew she owed the gorgeous star more than she could ever repay. She had grown to know Natalie far better than most, and spent many nights as a guest in the starlets Hollywood home sharing her company as well as her bed. The fact that they both had big beautiful girl cocks and they loved to fuck one another was an added bonus to their growing friendship.
Natalie had found Cotton almost immediately when the young screenwriter/star had moved to Hollywood, and when she had learned that Cotton had a particularly juicy little secret not unlike her own, she had arranged their first meeting. Within minutes of first having laid eyes on each other they had stripped bare, gazing in wonder at the beauty of their big cocks. The raw sexual encounter that came after was one of the most intense of Cotton's young life, and since then the pair had been ravaging one another every chance they got. Natalie had even offered to let Cotton move into her home, and provide her with some money to help get her started, but Cotton was determined to succeed on her own. She didn't mind a little help of course, and Natalie was all to happy to provide it.
"I still can't believe you set this up for me babe." Cotton spoke into the dash of her car, talking hands free as she pulled onto the Universal Studios lot and flashed her pass at the gate. "She's always been one of my favorite actresses. She's so beautiful, and talented."
"So long as she isn't your absolute favorite actress naughty girl." Natalie responded, lounging by her pool deep up in the Hollywood hills. The superstar laid back in the buff atop her lounge, running her fingers up and down the length of her semi hard cock as she spoke to Cotton on her cell. "I'd have to punish your sweet little ass if I thought I wasn't special anymore." The length of her pretty pink dick was still sticky-sweet from her morning romp in Cotton's perfect little hole, and as she brought her finger to her lips to lick it she inhaled deeply, enjoying the memory of her friend's tight little ass.
"You know how I feel about you." Cotton blushed. "You're my naughty Pink Swan. Before I met you I never knew what pleasure was. You opened my eyes to a new world of bliss."
"You remember that when you're stuffing that big juicy meat of yours up some other girl's tight little pucker baby, and save me a pint or two of that yummy cum. We have plans for lunch tomorrow, and I expect you to be here on time. If I have to come looking for you, I'll be forced to punish you severely." The playful pair shared a giggle at Natalie's threat.
"Are you sure this is cool?" Cotton asked with some concern. She parked her car in the V.I.P. lot and shut off the engine, biting her lower lip as she stared at the dash imagining Natalie's beautiful face. "I've never been in an open relationship before. I really care about you Nat. I love getting it on with you, and I wouldn't want to risk what we have."
"You should see how I'm smiling right now." Natalie responded, closing her eyes and reveling in the sound of her lover's voice. "Your dated views of monogamy don't apply to us you silly girl, but hearing you say that makes me feel all hot inside. You're a dickgirl. Sex is too big a part of who we are. I love you too, but don't you ever deny yourself for me. Just save me a bite of that beautiful little ass, and maybe bring that dirty cock home from time to time so I can guess who's pucker I'm tasting on it when I suck you clean."
"God you're bad." Cotton groaned, reaching down into her lap and groping the bulge of her dick as she listened to Natalie talk dirty to her. "I have to go. I'm already barely gonna make it on time."
Reluctantly, Cotton ended her call and pocketed her phone. She headed at once for the sound stage on which they were recording scenes for the upcoming sequel to Atomic blonde, and once again flashed her pass as she was let inside past security. They were just wrapping up a scene as she came in from off stage, and saw what looked like an F.B.I. interrogation room minus the fourth wall, set up before several cameras and a very determined looking director. Just beyond him, looking like a goddess come to life was a blonde South African dream with shoulder length blonde hair and dark sunglasses. She'd never dreamed she would be standing in the same room with Charlize Theron, and just looking at the leggy sex symbol sent a tremor of lust down her spine. She had to squeeze her thighs together to keep her unruly cock in check.
As Charlize started off the set, Cotton gathered her courage and set out to intercept her. She was wearing form fitting black dress pants with accented her lovely bottom nicely and a sleeveless cream colored blouse with pumps, but as elegant as she looked she couldn't begin to compare to Charlize. The slinky black dress and heels that clung to Charlize's frame hung off her like a second skin, slit obscenely up one side exposing her naked hip. The material was so silky and thin that Cotton could make out the actress's rock hard nipples through it, and there was no sign of a panty line. She had to wonder how Charlize was hiding what Cotton knew all too well she kept secret from the general public.
"Excuse me. Miss Theron." Cotton found her voice, trying not to sound like such a gushing fan as Charlize turned to face her at the sound of her name. "Charlize. Ma'am. I'm Cotton Baxter. We were supposed to have a..."
Charlize turned fully, flashing her brightest smile, which brought Cotton to a halt before her. At five foot ten inches in bare feet she was over six foot in heels and seemed to tower over Cotton in both stature and star power.