Note- I have never been to the Playboy Mansion, so if pleas allow for any discrepancies. Nor have I ever met Jennifer Walcott in person, this is a fictional tale only inspired by the same.
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For men, the Playboy Mansion in Los Angeles sounded like a paradise on Earth, a house of hedonism, set in glamorous grounds and filled with dozens of the most beautiful models in the world. Legendary stories abounded of the wild parties, wilder girls, and the wildest of celebrity guests. Sex and drugs and rock and roll were the perfect combination for a good time.
The theme for this days lavish party was fancy dress and the playmates and guests were in the best costumes money could buy. As the party gathered pace in the outside grounds, gorgeous women strutted around. One tall blonde had a short mini dress in black and white horizontal stripes like a convict. Complete with a coordinating hat and handcuffs, she was together with another leggy blonde in a short blue dress. A black police hat with a silver badge was plonked on her head. Her long legs seemed to never want to quit in her fishnet stockings and six inch black heels. Others wore sexy nurse outfits, nuns habits, pirate costumes and skimpy school uniforms.
The guests and models mingled with peacocks that roamed around the front lawn freely. Servers made sure everybody had a drink as they carried silver trays of charged glasses.
An exotic model with shoulder length brown hair walked over to a fair haired man who stood gawping at the scantily dressed girls. She had a Wonder Woman costume on, with the form fitting red satin bustier and gold eagle emblem. The man took a big gulp of champagne and ogled her marvellous enhanced C cup tits that thrust up in the tight corset. She had an inviting hourglass figure, flawless curves and a butt to die for in the blue satin shorts. Cut high up on the hipbone, her toned bare legs appeared even longer, and the knee high red boots helped finish off the look.
When she stood close, he noticed the gold tiara in her mane of wavy hair. She smiled and showed pearly white teeth behind her pouty lips that were simply made for kissing.
"So, if this is a fancy dress party, what did you come as?" The babe sipped her wine.
"I'm a roadie for Def Leppard."
"And what do you do for a living?"
"I'm a roadie for Def Leppard."
"So you came in your every day clothes."
"Yeah, guess so."
The six footer towered over the shorter girl, who didn't break her heart breaking smile. He had turned up in jeans and a white tee shirt with the legend, 'Def Leppard USA tour 2002.' She particularly noted his developed biceps. He removed his sunglasses, revealing baby blue eyes and sandy lashes, and blinked in the hot sunshine.
"And you're Wonder Woman."
She did a twirl like Linda Carter in the seventies tv show.
"So, you're English, huh?"
"From Sheffield, as are the guys in the band, except Campbell, he's Irish."
"Boy, I could listen to you all day, I just love an English accent."
"Yeah, you all do. I'm Sam."
"Jennifer Walcott. Say, are the band here now?"
"Right over there surrounded by about twenty of your girlfriends. We're on our 2002 US tour promoting their tenth album 'X.'"
"I LOVE Def Leppard. Wanna get rocked? Pour some sugar on me. Hah! Hey, did you say you were from Sheffield? So is Luci Victoria, she's over there with Hef. She's new, should be a playmate this year the way she sucks Hefner's cock every fucking day. He loves stacked blonde bimbo's. And over there is Tina Jordan, she screws him every night too."
Sam spied a tall blonde with massive DD tits on the arm of Hefner in a cheerleader outfit. Hefner was in his usual attire of silk pyjama's, pipe in mouth. Nice costume thought Sam, still it was his party.
Sam gazed into Jennifer's alluring dark eyes as she brushed a loose strand of her lustrous hair from her face.
"Say can't." She said. Standing with her left leg bent seductively at the knee.
"Cahhn't." He answered with the accent on a long A as in Wrath of KHAN.
Jennifer giggled like a girl.
"Now say bollocks."
"Bollocks!" He announced, an infectious grin on his face.
"That's so cool! What does that word even MEAN?"
They both laughed as a couple brushed by them arm in arm, and obviously in a hurry. Jennifer closed the gap between them and Sam prayed she did not notice his stiffening cock in his blue jeans.
"They're probably going to the grotto, it starts to get crazy around about now."
The young Englishman closed his eyes and attempted to slow his beating heart at the thought of an all out orgy. The stunning beauty in front of him traced out a curve with her index finger from his throat down to the neck of his tee. He stood frozen as she touched his lips with the same finger, then replaced it with her open mouth. Sam leaned forward and took her in his arms and gave her a long, deep kiss.
"You want to go to the grotto with me?" She whispered softly.
"I leave that sort of thing to the band. I'm more of a one on one kind of guy."
"Say, I know, we can go across the street to the new Bunny House. It's more cosy over there."
Sam took a nanosecond to decide, and the pair of them took off, arm in arm. The mock Tudor mansion sat on five and a half acres, and had been purchased for a cool million back in 1971. Now in 2002 Hefner had acquired a smaller house opposite for the use of the playmates, naming it the Bunny House. As they left the mansion Jennifer tugged the Englishman closer.
"Say cock." She pronounced it cuk to his ears.
"Cock." Came his reply, sounding like kok to her which made her chuckle.
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The pair entered the modest house, bypassing several and scantily clad tall models, and Jennifer steered the gobsmacked man to an empty room. Everything seemed to be in red in the cool room, red drapes, red quilt on the bed, red carpet. The fourth wall was completely mirrored, kinky thought Sam. Strewn about here and there were condoms and tubes of lubricant.
The August 2001 Playmate pushed him gently onto the Queen sized bed and he watched in fascination as the captivating young woman unzipped her bustier and let her huge hooters out of the confining top.
"Bloody hell! Your tits are fabulous!"
"Thank you, I believe you when you say that by the big bulge you got going on in your jeans."
True enough, Sam's cock was rock hard, and seriously uncomfortable in his pants. She cupped her massive breasts that were way to large for her delicate fingers. Then she stood tall and slipped the blue shorts over her gorgeous rump and posed for him, naked in her red boots and hands on hips. The girl was the most beautiful creature he had ever set his eyes on, barely five feet four, but perfectly formed. Perfect symmetrical tits, slender waist and hips that led his eyes to her shaven Mound of Venus, from which her bewitching smooth labia nestled. Her thighs and calves were toned and shapely and her creamy skin seemed to glow with her even tan.
"You got a girlfriend Sam?"
His throat had become quite dry, and he had to gulp in order to answer her.
"Got no time for birds, we are on the road most of the time."
"When was the last time you got laid?"
Sam remembered the severely drunk woman he has screwed in Chicago on the tour, another reject of Joe Elliott passed his way. Nice fuck though.
"A while ago I guess, in Chicago. You American women are unlike any I ever met."
"And you are going to be my first Englishman."
The smouldering and buxom goddess straddled his lap and ground her bared loins along his trapped erection. Her hands ran along the curves of his broad shoulders and down his beefy biceps, feeling the muscles ripple under the skin. Sam leaned back onto his elbows and let the babe wrench his shirt off over his head.
"I love a man with muscles."