Celebs: Blake Lively
Codes: MMF, cons, oral, anal
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Blake Lively and Taylor Swift were sitting at a table in a fancy restaurant in Los Angeles. The two celebrities had been friends for a while now and got along great ever since they had met. It had been Taylor's idea to invite Blake to get dinner together, it was a wonderful opportunity to catch up. They talked about their careers but also shared details from their personal lives someone would only share with their closest friends. After desert, Taylor had offered to pay and had given her credit card to the waiter.
"You should come by more often. Ryan would love to see you again." Blake said referring to her husband Ryan Reynolds while they waited for the waiter to return.
"I know, and I'm sorry but I'm just so busy nowadays with the new album and planning another tour." She sighed.
"Don't be sorry, I'm very happy we had dinner together and had time to talk."
The waiter returned with Taylor's credit card in hand. "I'm sorry Miss Swift, but your credit card was denied. We tried multiple times but the system wouldn't accept it."
Blake immediately jumped in. "No worries Tay, I'll pay." She began rummaging through her purse but suddenly looked up at Taylor, eyes wide. "Shit, I must have left my wallet on the kitchen table at home."
"Oh, no." Taylor said, clearly concerned. "I don't have any cash on me." She said and looked at the waiter who was waiting patiently and said nothing.
"Uhm . . . Okay Tay, let me handle this." Blake said and turned to the waiter. "Can you take me to your manager? I'm sure we can work this out."
"I won't do the dishes." Taylor said very seriously as Blake stood up and was about to follow the waiter.
"Don't worry. Your story about the mechanic gave me an idea." Blake winked at her friend and caught up with the waiter leading her through the kitchen to one of the offices in the back.
The waiter stopped at a door on which the sign 'manager' hung. She stepped past the waiter and without knocking entered the office. She pulled the waiter behind her and gently pushed him towards the desk. Closing the door behind her, she turned towards the man behind the desk. The manager was shorter than the waiter but slightly more handsome. He was clad in a black suit and Blake intently stared at him.
Completely surprised, the manager stood up from his office chair but when about to speak, he was interrupted by Blake.
"Look, my friend and I are very sorry for the situation. My first offer would be to trust our word that we'll come back and pay what we owe, but I know you can't permit that. Policies and so on." She waved her hand and eyed them both down. The manager still showed confusion but also some anger from when Blake interrupted him. The waiter just stood there, uninterested and wanting to return to his job.
"So, that brings me to my second offer to resolve this issue. And I believe you will both prefer the second offer to the first." She continued and both men cocked an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, I never got your names." Blake said promptly.
"Doug." The waiter said. "Why is my name relevant?" He still showed no interest besides the raised eyebrow and his voice sounded annoyed.
"Greg." The manager responded, somewhat irritated as he walked from behind his desk. "Get to the point, miss." He added very sharply.
"Greg and Doug, you guys seem smart businessmen. Money is just paper and numbers, don't you think? I believe I have something better to offer than money, something worth much more." Blake said with a mischievous smile.
"Ha, whatever you're trying to pull off, forget it. I think . . ." Greg the manager started but fell silent. Also Doug's expression changed from uninterested to completely captivated.
Blake Lively had pulled the thin bands from her top down her shoulders and had pushed without much struggle both the top and her bra down to her stomach. Both men were staring at her large breasts, round and firmly on top of her chest. And at her nipples, stiffening due to the sudden exposure to the air and pointing straight at them.
"You think you know what I'm aiming at?" Blake asked and got simple nods as response.
"Well, with clothes on we won't get far." She said.
Again simple nods.
"What are you waiting for?" She asked out loud, urging them to take action.