"Sscrrchiiiiiip," the speakers screeched to life and the arena went silent. "Ladies and gentlemen, congratulations for passing round one. Your performances promise a fascinating continuation of the championship." The crowd applauded themselves. Cheers rose from the hundreds of celebrities gathered here.
Ryan wasn't really paying attention. He tried his best not to stare at the famous people surrounding him, especially the women, most of whom were scantily dressed. To his left stood Ana de Armas, the Cuban actress he had been paired with in round one. He felt awkward being next to her, fully knowing they had fucked while pretending as if nothing intimate had happened. These celebrities treated sex as the most ordinary thing in the world, exchanging it like a handshake when meeting someone new.
In front of him stood musicians Nicki Minaj and Cardi B. Because of the steep incline of the benches and because everyone was standing, Ryan could gaze from above into the deep cleavages of their chock-full bras. Their breasts were like balloons about to pop. Knowing the songs both had made, Ryan believed both were very experienced when it came to sex.
To his right, Jennifer Lawrence was applauding and cheering. Ryan made eye contact with the stunning actress but nervously averted his gaze when the attractive actress winked. Now he was too timid to look back in her direction. He couldn't really explain why. Even after fucking the stunning Ana de Armas, gorgeous Emilia Clarke, and spectacular Megan Fox, he still felt quickly overwhelmed when coming face-to-face with someone as famous as Jennifer.
Behind him, Ryan had heard the familiar voices of Chris Hemsworth and Taylor Swift. He was surprised to find them together after Taylor had reacted with aversion to Chris' boorish behaviour. Maybe he had interpreted the rolling of Taylor's eyes incorrectly.
"Now, give an even louder applause for our lovely host," the announcer said. The cheering increased. "Here is the beautiful Scarlett Johansson!"
The spotlight in the centre reoriented itself to the back and followed Scarlett as she walked into the arena. She tapped a microphone, and said, "Test, test. Can everybody hear me?" The crowd whooped in response. "Alright, alright, settle down before the roof collapses." Laughs erupted here and there. "Thank you everyone," Scarlett continued. "We've something special in store for round two. Those observant enough might've already noticed the minority of men. As a matter of fact, the women outnumber the men two to one. It therefore wasn't a farfetched idea to make round two all about threesomes. Every man will be paired with two women."
A cheer went up, mainly made up from male voices, but Ryan also saw the women smiling at the idea. He was enthusiastic. How could he not be? Not only fucking one celebrity, but two at the same time!
"One more thing," Scarlett said. "Although I promised myself not to intervene in the competition, the final threesome is missing one woman. Therefore, I'll be adding my name to the raffle."
"I'll take you, Scarlett!" someone yelled from the stands. It was met with laughter.
"Flattering. The pairings will be on the message board tomorrow morning. Be sure to check them as the first shows will start that afternoon. Enjoy the rest of your day." With a cheeky tone to her voice, she added, "Maybe train your stamina with one of your fellow participants."
With that, Scarlett turned off the microphone and walked out the arena. The crowd began to disperse. Ryan made to leave when a hand on his arm stopped him. He turned and Ana de Armas smiled at him. "Not so quick, handsome. Haven't you heard the last thing she said?" She playfully walked her fingers up his arm. "Want to train with me?"
"Uhm, it's... That's an offer I can't refuse."
"I'll come to your room," she said.
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Ryan flicked on the light in his room and was startled by the figure sitting on his bed. It was the second time this had happened.
"Hello, Ryan," Taylor Swift said. She was wearing her revealing lingerie from the first time he had seen her.
"Hello, Taylor. Uhm, what're you doing here?" He scratched his head, deliberately looking at everything except the songstress.
"I talked with Megan Fox and I learned some interesting things about you. I'm willing to help you train your stamina as was suggested earlier."
"I thought you were close with Chris," Ryan said. "Shouldn't you train with him?" Why did he say that? Surely he wasn't looking for a way to self-sabotage his chances with Taylor Swift? Although, he had agreed to meet Anna de Armas. Ryan decided it was for Anna's sake that he was trying to dissuade Taylor from taking things further. It wouldn't be fair to the Cuban actress to find him "training" with the blonde songstress.
"That Australian dullard is boring. But he can fuck and that's the only reason I'm around him." She opened her legs and started rubbing the tiny string covering her intimate parts. Ryan could see a wet spot appearing on the thin fabric. "Really, forget about Chris, I'm here for you." Taylor reached inside her string, tracing a finger along her trimmed strip of pubic hair and sliding it between her wet folds. "I'm wet and ready. You wouldn't leave a girl like this, would you? Come on, take your pants off and let me see what you're packing."
Ryan looked directly into her eyes and saw the yearning. Somehow something clicked inside Ryan's mind. It was like a reset on his brain after a split-second of overdrive. He did what was asked and removed his trousers to reveal his rock-hard cock. It had already been like that when he had walked into the room and witnessed Taylor in her lingerie.
Taylor whistled. "Damn, Ryan! You've got quite a sizable one on you." She swiftly (pun intended) grabbed his cock and pulled it towards her mouth. She started to suck it like her life depended on it, which felt incredible. She released it from her experienced mouth and stared at it for a second.
"It's twitching! Do my lips around it feel good?"
"They feel amazing, keep doing what you're doing."
She started to jerk him off slowly and then put him back in her mouth and started licking the tip like a professional. Ryan rolled his eyes back and smiled at the feeling of Taylor Swift sucking him off like the little, musical whore she must be. As she licked his shaft up and down, she took his balls in her left hand and started rubbing them softly, careful not to be too rough.
"Would you like to deepthroat me?"
Ryan looked down, seeing the naughty smile on the blonde's gorgeous face. He said, "Absolutely!"
"You'll have to help me," Taylor said, placing Ryan's hands on her head. With a wink, she added, "Don't hold back."
Ryan grabbed her head and forced his cock all the way down her throat. She gagged at first but the second time she was more prepared and held it for over five seconds. He pulled out and she quickly took both of his balls in her mouth and sucked on them. Ryan leaned forward and unhooked her tiny bra, leaving her completely naked except for her string. Taylor was doing exceptional work on his cock and Ryan could feel an orgasm quickly approaching.
