(Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy.)
It was a somewhat ugly morning in Paris, France. The skies were gray and the air was thick and murky. Margot Robbie woke up from a well-deserved eight hours of sleep. The Barbie movie worldwide press tour was taking quite a toll on her and wasn't even halfway finished. She'd booked a cozy little hotel designed for the wealthy tourists for a few days. After that, it was to Central America for at least a few weeks.
Margot sat up, yawned, and stretched her back. She then adjusted the straps of her plain white nightgown before hearing the dings of her phone on the nightstand.
It was a series of texts from her manager. The first was a simple good morning message that Margot responded to with a wave and a smile emoji. The second one informed her that she didn't need to be at the presser until 3pm. It was eight in the morning.
"Perfect," Margot said to herself while texting the same response. She placed her phone back on the nightstand and finally got out of bed. Margot looked at herself in the wide mirror that sat to the left of the room.
She let her blonde locks out of the messy bun she put them in the night before and brushed her hands through her hair to smooth it out. She then slipped her nightgown over her head, leaving her completely naked.
"Still got it." Margot complemented herself while looking at her perfect figure. Even at 34, she was still a knockout. Even though she looked better now than she did ten years earlier, she still struggled to find good downtime. Down time meaning self-pleasure. Having time to break out the bath bombs and candles was something she did before her career took off, but that was a long time ago.
Of course, being constantly busy was just a part of the celebrity life, but that didn't mean Margot could just ignore her urges. She didn't know when she could satisfy those urges, but denying them was mentally and physically taxing.
Margot covered her perky breasts with her left hand and opened the blinds to her window that overlooked the town. She noticed a small cafe nestled down the block.
When Margot worried about her sex life, all she had to do was eat. That usually took her mind off of her problems. Margot spun around and made her way to her suitcase. She put on a pair of lacy velvet panties and found a dark blue button-up blouse with yellow flowers on it.
She debated internally on whether she should wear a bra or not. Margot remembered that whatever dress she had packed for the presser would squeeze her incredibly tight, so braless comfort won the debate.
Margot then threw on a pair of jean shorts and simple deep red flip-flops. She then grabbed her purse and phone before making her way out of the hotel and down the street to the cafe.
As Margot made her way down the block, people would stop and stare. Some would look right into her strikingly beautiful eyes and others would be staring right at her chest. Of course a cool breeze blew in the moment she stepped out of the hotel, hardening her nipples and giving everybody a nice show.
Surprisingly, Margot wasn't asked for a picture or an autograph. Her manager suggested she should stay in a quieter part of town to avoid exhaustion before the presser. Margot finally made it to the front of the cafe and looked into the window.
From the lack of customers and the very limited menu, Margot thought this place had just opened. She also noticed only two men inside. The first man was standing at the front desk. Slouching was the better word, especially with the bored expression on his face. The second man was cleaning tables when he noticed Margot standing outside.
His eyes lit up as he beckoned her to come in. Margot gave a warm smile and opened the door. The man at the desk changed his posture the moment Margot entered. Both men looked at each other before looking back at her, almost like they had to convince themselves that this wasn't a dream.
"Hello!" Margot smiled and waved to both of them.
"Bonjour, are you um... Barbie?" The second man asked. His accent was a unique combination of French and what sounded like German.
"I'm in the movie, yes." Margot laughed.
"She is Margot Robbie, Herman!" The first man barked at his shy friend. His accent was significantly more American with a hint of French. Almost like a Frenchman trying to do a Southern accent.
"Apologies magnifique, my name is Ricardo."
"Nice to meet you, Ricardo." Margot felt herself blushing slightly. Ricardo was a very attractive man. He stood about 5'10 inches tall with strong masculine features, thick eyebrows, deep tan skin, and full, lustrous black hair. Herman wasn't too bad-looking himself, standing 5 '8 inches tall with a wider build. He had pale skin and short-cropped blonde hair with piercing blue eyes.
"What are you in for, Miss Margot?" Herman asked.
"Oh just coffee."
"I meant like, in town..."
"Oh! Sorry," Margot laughed. "I'm doing a press tour for my movie."
"It's a lot of traveling right?" Ricardo asked.
"Oh yes, goodness yes." Margot answered truthfully.
"Well, have a seat, relax." Herman pulled out a nearby chair. Margot sat down slowly, teasing her free breasts when she bent over. Ricardo and Herman caught a glimpse of her perfect perky breasts, but they remained professional.
"You said you just wanted coffee, mon amour?" Ricardo said, adding a low yet confident purr to his voice when he spoke French.
