This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain and I wrote it down. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. Please feel free to repost this in any non-pay site but it would be nice if you could let me know where. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. Comments are always welcome and appreciated.
Story Codes: F/M+, Handjobs
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"No, Mel. No," Jennifer Lawrence said as she crossed her arms over her chest. She'd worn a plain button up shirt and blue jeans over boots with her blonde hair un-styled and falling in waves around her beautiful face as she stood in front of Mel's desk.
"I don't understand the problem, Jennifer," Mel pleaded with his client. "You've done this twice before already." He tried not to look at the way her arms squashed her barless 34-C cup tits together to cause an impressive valley of cleavage. "And each time you wound up loving it."
"That's not... that's not the point," Jennifer stammered as she tried to control her blushing.
Mel walked around his office desk and sat down in the overstuffed chair next to the one Jennifer had been sitting in. "Please. Sit down. Everything is going to be fine," he said as he patted the arm of the chair meant for Jennifer. He looked up at her with pleading eyes as she stared daggers at him. "Actresses," he thought to himself. "Every time."
Jennifer flung herself down into the chair, her large tits swaying underneath her shirt. "No, Mel. No," she repeated.
Mel patted her arm as he spoke soothingly to her, "You can't tell me you didn't enjoy the Cons. I know you did because I had to bring in towels and mops." He still had the towels as a matter of fact but they were for purely personal reasons.
Jennifer held her face in her hands, trying to hide her embarrassment. He wasn't lying. Mel had spent hours talking her into her first Con and afterwards her muscles had ached pleasurably for days. And as far as the second Con... Well, he wasn't exaggerating about needing towels and a mop, she had nearly passed out from dehydration. "Not the point, Mel," she mumbled.
Mel rubbed her back, enjoying the feel of the area where he should have felt a bra but didn't, reminding him that only one thing was covering her impressive chest. He had a pretty good idea what the problem was but he had to lead her to it and let her say it for herself. "So, tell me the problem. Let's start with 'X-Men'."
"Ha," Jennifer snorted. "I was rubbing blue scales and paint off myself for days!"
The thought of Jennifer naked in the shower, rubbing her luscious body over and over again with a sudsy sponge flashed through Mel's brain.
"Plus it got in my mouth," Jennifer continued. "I had a blue tongue for a week. I had to keep sucking purple suckers as an excuse."
Now the image of Jennifer wet, sudsy, and sucking on a lolly-pop flashed through Mel's brain.
Mel sat up straighter, hoping to hide his roaring erection. "There won't be any paint this time, I promise," he reassured Jennifer as he soothingly rubbed her knee. "So what about the second Con? There wasn't any paint for 'Hunger Games'."
Jennifer arched her back, remembering how badly it had itched after that Con. "Sticks, grass, mud, scratches... The woods suck!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up for effect.
Mel licked his lips as he watched Jennifer's tits jiggle underneath her top while a sudden image of her naked, covered in mud as she walked through the dark woods flashed through his brain. He could almost smell the grass stuck to her hot body.
"I can take care of that, also," Mel reassured Jennifer as he soothingly rubbed one of her thick thighs. "But that's not all, is it Jennifer?"
Jennifer once again glared daggers at her manager. Taking a deep breath that pushed her impressive chest out she threw herself back into her chair and slouched down, pouting. "It's just... just..." she stammered, not wanting to say the embarrassing words.
"Just... the loss of..." Mel said, trying to help her say the rest.
"I just lose control!" Jennifer finally blurted out.
An image of a controllable Jennifer Lawrence, completely nude, down on all fours, with a windup toy-key shaped butt plug shoved in her ass and a radio antenna sticking up out of her hair flashed through Mel's brain. He shook the image out of his head, feeling slightly ashamed at himself for the thought of owning and controlling a toy Jennifer.
"It's embarrassing," Jennifer finished.
Mel soothingly rubbed the inside of Jennifer's warm thigh. "There, there sweetie. It's OK."
Jennifer held her face in her hands again. "No it's not, Mel. It's embarrassing."
"God, I hope she doesn't notice my hard-on," Mel thought to himself. He just couldn't get over the image of a life sized, wind-up toy Jennifer Lawrence that would do anything he wanted out of his mind. He tried to shake the image out of his head again before speaking, "Tell you what. No paint, no woods and we'll give you a safe word to use when you start to feel like you're about to lose control. How's that sound?"
Jennifer sat up quickly, beaming at Mel and accidentality trapping his hand between her firm thighs. "Oh Mel. You're great!" she said as she leaned over and hugged him, not noticing his hand was trapped against her warm groin.
