Thank you for the overwhelming response to the story. I've never gotten such a healthy feedback from a story and it would have been a shame for me not to have written a sequel for you. Keep the letters coming and I will continue to degrade stars for your enjoyment! Special thanks to Shadowblaze18, without Red Carpet Facials I wouldn't be here!
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A dark smile was twisting its way across his face as he stepped into the room glancing up at the camera. The film had been running for the last ten minutes or so as the camera man wandered around getting all the best angles of the bound and gagged starlet.
She had beautiful blonde hair that normally was vibrantly full of life. Today it was partially soaked in sweat and clinging to face. Beautiful brown eyes stared fiercely around the room doing her best to look panicked as she thrashed against her bonds. The starlet's normally beautiful voice was muffled behind a bright orange gag thrust between her full lips.
"She wanted this?" He asked as he stepped into the room. Seeing the starlet nude other than the bonds would have been good enough for most people. The ropes had been wrapped around her wrists, and her ankles, a few lazy loops around her torso squeezing her breasts outward ended the look.
"Actually what she wanted we couldn't legally sell in the US." Jermiane replied leaning down to look into her eyes. Jessica had managed to work her self up enough to cry turning her eye liner into black tears.
"Wow." Brandon replied stripping off his undershirt and tossing it aside. That left just his blue jeans as he walked over to Ms. Simpson and rested his foot on the side of her face. "So how should we start this off with our little harlot?"
"Ungag her." Jermiane replied from behind the camera. Brandon didn't lift his foot from the starlet's face to pull the gag from her lips.
Jessica Simpson looked up slightly with the most beautiful smile the starlet had and said. "This is Starlets to Harlots and I'm Jessica Simpson! I'm here because I want Brandon here to treat me like the piece of gutter trash whore that I am!" Brandon's eyes suddenly doubled in size, just the sound of such filth spewing from those lovely lips made his cock lurch. "What are you waiting for?" She hissed snapping him out of his dream instantly.
The look in her eyes was incredible, that same fire he'd occasionally seen in his porn career with the real nasty girls. The girls who occasionally had to work in other countries because they wanted to do things that were illegal in the states. "What exactly do you want?" Brandon asked snatching up a fistful of her hair and pulling her up to her knees.
"I want you to fuck me, gag me. Do me like all the men in America want to. Every little nasty fantasy they have about my body." She smiled.