It was about 12:30 in the morning and the nightlife of the city was in full swing as people of all sorts headed out to shows, nightclubs, bars, and the like. The dazzling neon lights and glare of vehicle headlights did little to phase the slender, trenchcoat-clad figure who wove about the crowds of people with ease. For anyone watching, they would not have guessed this person was female, as aside from the brown trenchcoat with its collar turned up, she also wore a large, wide-brimmed hat that had most of her hair tucked beneath it, and dark sunglasses to avoid being recognized. The only thing that might have given her away (if anyone had bothered to look down at her feet) was the pair of black pumps that she wore. Yet it was nighttime in the city, and the people she passed barely gave her a second glance, too wrapped up in their own affairs and immediately forgetting about the strange attire as quickly as they noticed it.
The trenchcoated woman rounded the corner of a busy avenue and headed quickly down a side street. Here it was less crowded and noisy; nothing of general interest was located here save for a few cheap bars and a couple of adult bookstores. She paused by one of these bookstores and, after a moment of looking around, ducked into the small alley beside it. A partially-concealed door, marked only with an "X" in faded graffiti, was there, and the woman stepped over to it. Raising a slim hand, she knocked three times.
A slot opened up and a voice grunted. "Who is it?"
"It's me." She dug in her coat pocket and pulled out a card. Flashing it to the person behind the door, she said "Let me in, it's freezing."
The slot slid shut, locks clicked undone and the door opened. A burly black man wearing a stained T-shirt and jeans pulled open the door, a wide smile on his face.
"Hey girl, how you been?" Spreading his thick arms wide, he wrapped the woman in a big bear hug, who responded in kind. "It's been a while...how come you don't come down to see us no more, huh?"
"I've been busy, Marcus, you know that," She walked into a narrow brick corridor lit with only a few bare light bulbs, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor. Marcus, the bouncer, shut the door behind her and locked it again. She removed her sunglasses and stowed them in her pocket. Stunning blue eyes turned to the hulking bouncer. "You've seen the movie, right?"
"Hell yeah, about four or five time," he responded as he followed her down the hall. By now she was undoing the buttons of her long brown coat. "I gotta say, you were bitchin' in it. Watchin' you in that fuckin' thin top and fine-ass jeans." He made a noise of approval as they stopped in front of a flight of stairs going down and grabbed his crotch obscenely. "Gave me a fuckin' hardon all through the movie."
She laughed delightedly and turned to face him. Her coat hung open and loose around her frame, showing off her gorgeous, tanned C-cup breasts and trimmed pussy. The tattooed verse on her side showed clear against the light. To top off her looks she was absolutely beautiful; azure eyes and exotic-looking features on a face that was now famous, known to millions of people worldwide...and only half of them could only fantasize that she would visit, much less frequent, a place like this.
Finally removing her hat and shaking out her long mane of dark hair, Megan Fox, female star of the blockbuster Transformers, plunked the hat on the head of her friend (and sometimes fuck-buddy) and kissed him on the cheek. Her lithe body pressed into his burly form and she ran a hand down his pants until it was cupped around his balls. She leaned over and whispered in his ear "Maybe later I can give you a special screening, hmm?"
"Fuck yeah," Marcus grunted and closed his eyes, feeling her fingers stroking his testicles gently, teasing them. "Like that...just like that..."
"Hmm," Megan smiled as the 6'2, 240-pound bouncer shuddered under the touch of a woman only 5 ½ feet tall. "Why don't I give a preview now..." She stuck out her pink tongue and gave his neck a long slow lick. Marcus had been working hard all day, and he was sweaty and filthy—just the way she liked her men. The perspiration and grime left a bitter taste on her tongue and she savored it. "...and we can have some more fun later?" Marcus only grunted in agreement. Megan could feel his big cock straining against her wrist, the veins pulsing as he fixed to cum.
"That's it...that's it...cum for me," Megan continued to stroke his balls, and then slowly dragged her hand up the underside of his dick, enjoying the expression of intense pleasure on his face. She reached the head of his prick and, after circling it with her index finger once, twice, three times, she ran her finger over it before pressing her fingertip gently into his pisshole.
"FUCK!" Marcus shouted loudly and began cumming all over Megan's hand and the front of his boxers. Megan wrapped her hand around the spurting cock as he jetted hot sperm all over her fingers, her palm, and the back of her hand. She remained like this until Marcus stopped climaxing and then withdrew her hand carefully. It was shiny and streaked white with fresh cum, with smears and dollops all over her palm and webbed strings of it between her fingers.
Marcus leaned back against the wall to recuperate as Megan methodically licked off her hand inch by inch, cleaning it of semen. When she finished she smacked her lips and grinned. "Mmm, I'd forgotten how good your cum tastes." She winked at him as she turned to walk down the stairs. "Save some more of that for me later, okay?"
Megan laughed to herself as she descended down the steps. The juicy handjob she had just given reminded her of a certain interview she had given a few weeks ago, regarding the subject of sex. She had said that she enjoyed sex very much, that she......She remembered all the comments she had seen on the messageboards about her, calling her a slut and a whore for saying those things. If they only knew how right they were!
Megan Fox didn't just love sex, she LUSTED for it. Since she had first been introduced to sex at age 15 while secretly watching one of her dad's hardcore porn flicks she had found, fucking was one of the main things that existed in her mind. For years she had viewed her dad's collection, then when it had lost its appeal, she had spent countless hours on the Internet searching for harder, more extreme porn. She had found some pretty sick shit, to be sure—and while some of it did turn her off, most of what she'd found got her hot and sent her dashing for the shower where she finger-fucked herself into a stupor. Even when she began acting for a living she still surfed for porn, firmly establishing herself in some of the more twisted fetishes that existed. She had been 17 when she first had sex, and it was an exuberant feeling. However some of her previous boyfriends, while they loved that she was pretty wild when she fucked them, backed down when some of the things she wanted to do were too much for them. This left her feeling horny and disappointed, having to search for other ways to explore her kinks.
Now at 21 she frequented underground sex clubs on her days off, special places that could suit her needs. She was particularly lucky this time; after doing Transformers and a slew of interviews, she had finally been granted a month's time for herself, which she greatly appreciated and intended to use to the fullest intent with the three S's: sleeping, shopping, and sex!
As she reached the bottom of the stairs the familiar sounds and smells of perversity assaulted her and she breathed it in deeply. Her pussy was tingling and wet as she entered.
It had once been a large storehouse for stashes of alcohol during Prohibition before being legalized again. It had remained empty for decades until a group of like-minded perverts had found the place and decided to revamp the place into their own private pit of sexual depravity. Megan had found the address of this place on one of her porn searches and, after working up the nerve to risk public exposure in coming down for the first time, she quickly became a semi-regular and a favorite of the staff and other visitors. The fact that she was a well-known celebrity who rubbed elbows with Hollywood was also a huge turn-on for the people down here, and in return for her semi-regular visits they agreed not to give out the secret that Megan Fox was down there with them.
Pausing only to shrug off her coat and step out of her heels, Megan stored them in an empty locker by the door before walking naked and barefoot into the main room. It was essentially the room for breaks between fucks, where people could sit at the bar, get drinks, and talk casually before heading back to one of the various rooms that satisfied their particular kinks. Right now there were only a few people scattered around the room, drinking and engaged in conversation. The sight of the newcomer caught their attention. As one everyone got up and began clapping as the Transformers star walked in.
