Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Olivia Rodrigo or Sabrina Carpenter or Sofia Wylie or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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"Hi!" Olivia greeted enthusiastically.
"Hi?" Sofia smiled widely as she heard her friend's voice. Then after a brief pause, she gently pushed, "Erm, Liv?"
"Yeah?" Olivia beamed happily.
"You called me." Sofia pointed out.
"Oh, right." Olivia blushed, "I mean, I know. And you know, because, duh. But..."
"But what?" Sofia pushed, trying not to overreact. It probably didn't helped that she then started questioning, "Is, is this about last night? Because I know it was weird, but you had fun, right? I know you did. And yeah, I can imagine sitting down wasn't any fun for like, the next week. But I really think it was worth it, you know? I mean..."
"No, don't worry. It's fine." Olivia quickly added.
"Oh. Good." Sofia said awkwardly, before confessing, "I was just worried that you'd hate me. Or, something."
"I could never hate you." Olivia said quickly, but softly. Then she confessed, "Actually, I can't stop thinking about it."
"Yeah?" Sofia grinned excitedly, and with a lot of relief.
"Yeah." Olivia confirmed.
"So, what, this is a booty call?" Sofia questioned hopefully, "Because I could be down for that."
"Really?" Olivia beamed.
"Hell yeah." Sofia confirmed, quickly adding, "I can't stop thinking about it. It was so hot. And I'd love to butt fuck you again, Liv. I promise, it'll be even better this time. I was nervous before, you know? And I had Mistress Beyonce breathing down my neck. Not that she isn't a good mentor. It's just, intimidating. But, I really want to fuck your cute little ass again. I really do. So, I'm glad you called."
"Actually, I was wondering if I could return the favour?" Olivia asked nervously, trying not to chicken out, but almost doing so, "Or, I could return the favour? I don't know how this works. But your butt is like, wow! And I already said it, but... WOW! And I know you can't see it, but I'm indicating just how perfect your ass is."
"Well, I appreciate that." Sofia blushed, before quickly adding, "But, I'm trying to be a Black Mistress, like Mistress Beyonce. And Black Mistresses don't take it in the ass."
"But, your butt?" Olivia questioned in disbelief.
"I know, I know, but having a big ass doesn't make you a bottom." Sofia argued, "Just look at Mistress Beyonce."
"I don't know, Sof. Seems wrong to let your ass go to waste." Olivia said sadly.
"Well, no one asked you." Sofia huffed, "And if I was ever going to bottom, it wouldn't be to a newbie."
"But you'd bottom for Mistress Beyonce?" Olivia questioned, then after an awkward pause she apologized, "I'm sorry, Sof. I just..."
"It's fine!" Sofia insisted, and against her better judgment, offered, "Look... Mistress Beyonce has like, a thousand anal addicted bottoms. And a lot of them will spread their cheeks for just about anyone. All you have to do is ask nicely. Be confident and assertive, you know? Like me. And... I can think of one particularly big butt slut that would be really appropriate for you to fuck in the ass."
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Olivia Rodrigo had worked hard to get where she was. Yes, it helped that she truly believed she had a good singing voice, but sometimes that just wasn't enough. Heck, even having a few good songs wasn't always enough. But, with a little luck, and the fact that she put her heart and soul into her work, she had become an international star. Winner of three whole Grammys, with the potential for many more awards in the future.
However, just making that call to her friend, Sofia Wylie, had been incredibly difficult for her. Singing in front of thousands? Easy. Well, not easy. Not at all. But like, in comparison, it was nothing. And even that call was nothing compared to this.
She was given a few advantages, namely that she was at the kind of exclusive event which didn't really care what its clientele did, in terms of drinking and drugs. Not that she was here to get high, or even drunk, but a couple of beers were great for increasing her confidence. Or at least making her ignore her fears. Also, there were so many people here, it was unlikely that she would be caught staring.
Because she most certainly was, and it wasn't really helping. Especially because she got caught, which made her panic. Although, it wasn't the kind of panic that meant she got out of there. Oh no, instead she continued to stare, as the 'prey' approached it's would be predator with a hard to read expression on her face.
"What?"
"What?" Olivia parroted dumbly.
"You tell me? You're the one who has been staring at me for hours." Sabrina hissed, before sighing, "Look, I don't know what you heard, but I don't hate you. Really, I don't. You expressed yourself, and then I did the same. So, we don't have to be friends, but can we just be cool? Or do you really want to be defined by, whatever this is?"
"I..." Olivia squeaked a few times, before offering, "I, I... I hear you're a friend of Beyonce?"
There was a brief pause, and then Sabrina laughed, "Wow, real smooth there, Livie."