Author's Note:
I was originally going to release Britney 2 before this, but I inadvertently made the same plot points in this that I was going to make in that, so it doesn't really matter which you read first (or the fact that I haven't finished Britney 2 yet). Feel free to check out all of my other submissions. I hope you enjoy the story, and feedback is always welcome.
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Jennifer Love Hewitt just got off of the plane at a Hong Kong airport and was immediately picked up by a long black limo to be taken to a movie set just outside of the city. She was starring in a brand new East-Meets-West movie boasting a lot of action, adventure, martial arts (which she had been trying to keep up with since she was in The Tuxedo with Jackie Chan), and big special effects sure to knock you out of your seat. The producers were also very up front about wanting a lot of voluptuous, energetic, bouncy women to be in the movie, and even the lead female role. It was quite chauvinistic, but it sounded like a fun movie. She was playing an English teacher in a Japanese school in Hong Kong. Her character was going to get caught up in a Chinese vs. Japanese gang war, and get into a lot of fights along the way.
The driver delivered her directly to the hotel where the rest of the cast was already setting up. She was arriving late due to a snowstorm in New York that kept all flights grounded for a half a day, and delayed her another few hours as the airport caught up to the demand of passengers. There was then another delay in LA where she had to catch a connecting flight, but with all of the delays in New York it was near impossible to schedule a flight that she could actually make the take off for. She finally made it to Hong Kong, and her hotel room, and was just getting comfortable on the bed over the covers when she heard a knocking on the door.
"Room service." Called a young heavily accented voice from across the door.
She had forgotten about calling for some dinner when she checked in. It had only been a few minutes ago, and it had already escaped her memory. "Just wheel it in here" she called back from her place on the bed. She didn't want to get up. She was exhausted and wouldn't be moving anywhere other than the bathroom until she was very well rested.
The bellhop used his key to open the door and enter. Jennifer watched as a teen boy walked in with a dinner tray, and then showed her what was under all of the covers on the tray. It was an elaborate dinner, and it looked scrumptious, but she just stared at what was going on in front of her, choosing to stay put for just a few more minutes. She continued just watching from the bed as the bellhop finished setting up her dinner and exited the room.
The food smelled too delicious for her to pass up, even in her exhausted state. She needed to eat something before she would be able to fall asleep fully. Jennifer sat up slowly and started picking through the food, sampling everything as she concentrated on not passing out. She didn't need the full meal, she just needed something to tide her over until morning. She ate what she could before throwing herself back onto the bed, shoved off her jeans, and then drifted off into a deep state of slumber until morning.
Jennifer awakened with a start as she looked to her bedside clock at about 5:30 am, wanting to taste cum in her mouth, but there was something in the bed with her rubbing her leg. If she didn't know any better she would have thought it was a snake. She was about to jump out of the bed in the other direction when she felt another one sliding up her other side. It wasn't quite moving like she thought a snake should move though. It was rubbing back in forth, instead of just slithering up in one direction. She slowly reached down to grab onto its side, and maybe throw it out onto the floor, but as her fingers touched it she felt a slime covering its surface. "Snakes aren't supposed to be slimy?" she thought to herself just as both tentacles wrapped themselves around her wrist and leg, quickly pulling her out of the bed and through the window as she screamed violently.
Before she could get a grasp on the situation she was up on the roof, suspended above a pulsing mass of brown flesh, with a couple dozen tentacles about three inches thick each protruding out of its center mass. There was at least one tentacle holding on to each of her limbs, as well as one around her waist, another across her chest between her boobs, and one wrapped around her neck, strangling her. Jennifer's attempts at screaming up until now had been futile, as the tentacle around her neck had a good hold, and was cutting off her ability to breath. She was gasping for air, but was barely getting the volume of oxygen that she needed to stay alive, let alone scream out for help. The early screams that she did get out were barely heard by the sleeping guests around her, and passed off as a fleeting dream in their minds eye.
The entire time she was being hoisted up onto the roof the creature's protrusions were touching, rubbing, and poking at her flesh, and her body was starting to subconsciously react to the stimuli being inflicted upon it. Her heart was already beating fast from the shock, and she looked flush, but her skin was starting to warm to the feel of the tentacles wrapped around her limbs. There was nothing erotic about the situation, but her body longed to be touched and was getting just what it wanted, only instead of the touch of a warm loving human being, it was the touch of a purple/black tentacle monster hoisting her nubile young body up to the roof of her Hong Kong hotel.
