The Fast And The Curious 1

The following is a completely fictional story. It is 100 percent made up and while the names of real people are used this is not meant to be a reflection of them. This is entirely fictional and not in any way a form of reality. Do not read it as such.

The following story is for adults only. No one under 18 is permitted to read it. Minors are not allowed.

The following story includes FF, rough sex, squirting, fisting, masturbation and other filthiness. Enjoy!

The Fast and the Curious

By KMB

The music was loud and the beat was thumping along with all the flashing of the lights throughout the club. To say it was overwhelming the senses would have been putting it mildly but it was a vibe that everyone in the building was very much attuned to.

People were dancing and laughing and drinking and having themselves an amazing time while they did it. The atmosphere was fun and free and wildly uninhibited and the sound of the roaring loud dance music and the lack of natural light combined with the free flowing alcohol made it very much seem like a place away from the rest of the world where everyone could just go and be who they most wanted to be without judgement or fear.

There were smiling, happy bodies everywhere dancing and drinking and having a great time as the lights flashed and the music threatened to blow the roof off. It was a place where one could barely hear themselves think much less speak and that was just the way Brie Larson wanted it.

Tonight Brie was trying her best to not think tonight and go entirely on instinct and need. This was the place to do it and Brie just hoped that this was where she could find what she had been looking for and finally find some answers about herself.

She had always wanted to go here. She had heard so much about this place and now that she was inside Brie could see it was everything she had pictured it would be. Everyone here was so happy and looked like they were all having a great time letting go of inhibition and fear and letting their freak flags fly proudly and happily with all the colors of the rainbow on display.

Most of the people here were simply having a good time drinking and dancing and cutting loose to the music. But others were taking things to a much more intense and erotic level and seeing that made Brie's pulse race as she felt the urges inside her become stronger than ever.

She didn't have to look very far to see people making out with untamed passion and Brie tried hard not to stare but she couldn't help it. Most of the people in the club were there to dance or hang out but others wanted lots more and the public displays of affection were everywhere. And some of the people there were doing more than kissing.

Brie felt a wicked rush of fascination and arousal as she saw people start to go at it in the club. Some bodies were grinding up against each other in such a passionate way that Brie could tell they were flat out dry humping each other where anyone could see then. Others were taking it to an even deeper level of exhibitionism as Brie couldn't help but notice some women had their skirts pulled up so others could get down on their knees in front of them and start to lick while other women were openly moaning and writhing as the person they were with fingered them while they made out with wanton vigor.

This was all so exciting to Brie. The atmosphere here was more intoxicating than any drink that was being served in the club and she loved it even though she was only watching it. Her heart was racing in her chest and she felt so nervous but so fascinated at the same time.

Brie didn't want to gawk or be caught like some kind of creepy voyeur both because it was polite and also because, even though she was trying to conceal her identity, it would have been very awkward for rumors to start that she was an Oscar winning pervert. Being the lead in a Marvel franchise and being exposed as some drooling voyeur was not a good idea and Brie knew it.

But at the same time it wasn't like anyone was hiding what was happening here and if they were going to do it so publicly, how could she not look at it? Either the people going at it didn't care if anyone saw them or they were getting off on it. Either way, Brie wanted to get herself a look.

And there was so much to look at. Brie had never watched anyone have sex before, at least for real. Porno didn't count. So this was all new to her and she couldn't help but not only stare in fascination but also admiration because these people were holding nothing back. They were doing what felt good and what they wanted without any fear and without doubt. They were going for it. They were so happy and so sexy and Brie admired them for doing what she had never, ever found the nerve to do.

Because everything she could see was all sapphic. There wasn't a man in sight. Not on the dance floor. Not behind the bar. Not in line for the bathroom. Not in the DJ booth. Not anywhere inside the club. The people dancing with wild, abandon-filled joy and laughing and talking and drinking were all women and certainly so were the people losing themselves completely in the moment and enjoying each other's bodies.

It was women grinding up against each other and sliding their hands under short skirts and pushing into tight pants and underneath the waistbands of surely soaking wet panties. It was all women on their knees pleasuring their partners as they licked away and kept skirts yanked up and panties pulled to the side. They didn't care who saw them or what they thought. All they cared about was feeling good and having fun. That made Brie's heart flutter with excitement as she found herself so close to everything she had been too afraid to indulge in.

Brie wasn't just at any random club seeking out overpriced drinks and loud music. She was at Eterna, one of the most talked-about and exclusive lesbian clubs in Los Angeles. It constantly moved locations. You had to know just who to talk to and where to look to find it and those who did were rewarded with fun and debauchery. There were no rules except no one under 18 and everything needing to be consensual.

Women there could dance and drink and have fun without being subject to the male gaze or hit on by unwanted dicks. They could be as chaste as they wanted to be or as explicit as they dared. Women could fuck on the dance floor if they wanted or find a private room to sneak away to or they could just simply laugh and flirt and dance or do whatever they wanted. It was an escape and an oasis from the desert of heterosexuality and Brie was there for the first time trying to take it all in.

It was so much all at once. Brie felt overwhelmed as her senses were bombarded with sounds and visions right out of the recesses of her hyperactively sexual imagination. But she liked that. She was getting into the vibe of this place as she tried unsuccessfully not to stare at uninhibited dancing and joyful connection between women along with the enticing nudity that almost beckoned her to join these women going at each other with abandon for anyone to see.

Yet she didn't join and she wasn't sure if she would or could make herself do it. Not just because these women were strangers to her but because it would have been going past a point of no return and she was hesitant to take that step. She was at a crossroads here and this was the closest Brie had ever gotten to taking the path away from being straight.

Because as close as she was to the action, Brie still hadn't taken that giant step needed to actually do something about the fantasies that raged inside her which she had never acted on. And she didn't know if she could either. She was so close to living out her deepest, most secret desires but at the same time it still felt so far away. All she did was stand there and watch and wonder if she ever would get the nerve to do this.

She knew she wanted it but she didn't know if she could actually be bold enough to jump for it. That frustrated her to no end. Brie felt like she was kept prisoner almost, not by some boyfriend or husband or any man actually, but by her own fears and insecurities. All around her people were indulging in their desires with joyful openness and she loved to see it yet still couldn't get herself to be the same way.

She had at least come this far by going to the club and going inside. Brie knew her therapist would be proud of her for that. She wanted more, though, and Brie was trying to find the courage to act on her own urges and for once stop overthinking everything so she could do what her instincts, as well as her aching libido, told her to do.

Brie had never exactly pinpointed when she had first started being attracted to women. She had been "straight" most of her life or at least straight enough that she had always wanted to date men and had figured eventually she would marry one and start a family. But over the years things had changed. She had started noticing how pretty women were and how sexy their bodies were and how soft their skin and their hair could be.

At first she thought nothing of it. After all women could notice other women were attractive without being attracted to them and nothing had to come of it. Brie had thought these were idle bits of curiosity and she would grow out them like she figured a lot of women did. Like those kinds of girls who would experiment with other girls in college and then go off and marry some investment banker or something boring.

But those thoughts had not only never disappeared, they had only grown inside her. It was like a seed had been planted in her and her imagination had kept watering it and nurturing it until it had turned into a lush garden of desire inside her. Now it was more like a wild, untamed jungle because the more Brie denied herself a true chance to experiment the more her desires grew like vines. Sometimes Brie felt like they were choking her but that would only make her start to picture one of her outlandish fantasies.

She'd think about her desires as metaphorical vines and she'd tell her therapist about it and every time she did, Brie would start to imagine being on a plane crash in some wild, tropical location. She'd picture wandering through the jungle in tattered clothes trying to find help and only encounter vines that would move and grab her and restrain her. She'd picture those vines holding her up against some tree as they ripped what was left of her clothing off, leaving her stark naked and at the mercy of the jungle queen who would emerge from the mist and tell Brie that she was to be her concubine now and that she would be keeping her as her precious little plaything.

Brie's imagination was always her worst enemy except when it was also her best friend. It was her imagination that constantly had her dreaming up wild scenarios that usually ended up involving her clothes being torn off and another woman having her way with her body. It would always make her so hot and give her an aching need that had to be satisfied. But every time her imagination got her all charged up, Brie's common sense, the part that she had always listened to, would calm her down and talk her out of doing something she might regret.

Brie wished her imagination came with an off switch but it had always been turbo charged. Hyperactive was the word they'd used for it back when she was a kid and she'd been able to channel that into being an artist, a writer, a performer, a singer and, of course, an actress. But it also filled her head with lewd desires and deviant images that drove her to distraction even though she always managed to get control of herself before it was too late.

It was her hyperactive imagination that made her imagine being a slave girl to the jungle queen or that made her sometimes wish when she was driving a little fast that some hot female police officer would pull her over and decide that a ticket wasn't enough and what Brie really needed was a spanking, a rough cavity search and even for that officer's baton to go someplace the sun didn't shine. And it was her imagination that made Brie think every time she went to her doctor for the insurance mandated physical before a new movie how much she'd love it if her sexy female doctor gave her a VERY thorough examination that would make Brie scream so loud in ecstasy that the nurse would have to come in and sit on her face to keep her quiet.

Fuck that always got her all discombobulated at the doctor's. And her imagination would never stop. Brie also had a cute female dentist and when she'd go there for a cleaning, Brie's imagination would make her think about how helpless she'd be if her doctor gassed her and used her body for her own pleasure while she'd be unable to do anything to stop her. It was Brie's imagination that made her wish that all the times she spent at the gym with her gorgeous, and openly lesbian, personal trainer, Nia, would end in Nia making her sweat like a naked little slut right there in the gym as she fucked her in front of everyone and showed the world that Brie Larson was just a pussy starved lez.

Fuckkkkkkk Brie hated that and she loved it all at the same time.

She wished her imagination had an off switch because all it did was make her confused and unsure of her own sexuality while also making her crave kinky, wild and sometimes even degrading sex. Brie just wanted to switch it all off and yet it just got more and more powerful and she found herself having sexual fantasies about female friends, acquaintances and even random strangers on the street as Brie would look at them and her hyperactive imagination would demand she wonder what they looked like naked and what it would be like to taste their vaginas.

Her imagination would not rest and it filled her with images she didn't want and yet made her so hot that often she would have to run off somewhere and masturbate. She was happy when this happened when she was home because at least then she could run off to her bedroom and pleasure herself but there were times when she'd had to find the nearest public bathroom to do it, lest she start humping people's legs.

Those times she'd had to clamp her hand over her mouth to keep herself from making noise that would alert anyone to what she was doing. It would be so embarrassing and yet it would make her so fucking hot that she would come so powerfully from sneaking off to finger herself.

She'd be hiding in the bathroom, jamming her fingers inside intimate parts of her body while desperately hoping no one would find her and yet also wishing at the same time that some hot girl would find her and tell her that she'd better lick her pussy right then and there or else they'd tell everyone what Brie Larson was really like and that she was a creepy pervert who stared at girls and dreamed of fucking them. Brie would come so hard fantasizing about that even though she was terrified she would get in trouble for it.

Nothing could stop her from thinking dirty. When she'd shot The Marvels, Brie was just happy she'd made it through filming with her sanity intact and not ending up on some sex offender list. She'd gone through that whole shoot crushing hard on both Teyonah Parris and Iman Villani and her head had been filled with dirty, filthy, nasty thoughts about molesting sweet little Iman and getting Teyonah to catch them and, instead of helping the young woman, join in so she and Brie could turn that gorgeous Pakistani Canadian into a proper lesbian slut.

Ughhh it had been so horrible to think such filthy things about good, decent women who just wanted to do their best in their first huge movie and probably hadn't counted on the biggest star in the cast being a total creep. The smell of Iman's hair and the beauty of Teyonah's skin and the way their bodies looked so good in costume had made Brie need to run to her trailer all the time to masturbate away what her imagination made her desire.

Sometimes she would even spend a whole hour or more in her trailer fucking herself dreaming not just of her lovely, innocent co-stars but also about the entire female MCU in some insane orgy full of all-girl fucking. Scarlett Johansson. Natalie Portman. Florence Pugh. Angelina Jolie. Lupita Nyong'o, Zoe Saldana, Rachel McAdams, Gwyneth Paltrow, Evangeline Lily, Zendaya, Karen Gillan and so many more. All of them fucking each other. All of them fucking her. All of them going absolutely fucking wild on each other's bodies.

There had been times when Brie had imagined all of them ganging up on her and yanking off her clothes and leaving her naked as they stuffed a ball gag in her mouth, slipped a collar around her neck and put nipple clamps on both of her boobs to treat her like a dirty, filthy whore. And then there had been times when Brie would dream about going all Carol Danvers on their asses and dominating and fucking them all, imposing herself on them all until she had drained herself dry of every dirty desire that had been storming inside her.

Brie had been outspoken her whole career about her feminist views and about the importance of supporting and not sexualizing women while pushing back against the toxic masculinity she saw so often. She wasn't just an actress. She considered herself an activist for women and yet behind her public façade, Brie had such immense guilt about her raging fantasies and how she acted in her mind like a leering creep who was no better than some weirdo incel gooning like a masturbating freak online watching porn until their brains turned to mush.

She kept her public face, one who didn't stand for any of the bullshit that her imagination was making her crave. She kept wearing the mask of a woman who had it all together and who was in full control of herself and yet deep down Brie was thinking things she would never do and saying things she would never say and dreaming of moaning out degrading words and committing deviant carnal acts. It was a complete façade and it was cracking.

This was no way to live and Brie knew it. She could blame her imagination all she wanted but the truth was she knew she had unfulfilled desires inside her and that she had tried to stifle and ignore them for too long. She either had to act on them or push them out of her head forever because straddling the line of dreaming dirty thoughts about lesbian lust and never acting on them was not working and was taking a toll on her mental health. She didn't need her therapist to tell her that.

Brie knew it all too well. She was so scared the next time she saw a hot girl she'd start drooling all over herself. She was a feminist with the libido of a dumbass frat boy and it was driving her crazy. She'd just done the new Fast and the Furious movie with a nothing part in it just because she'd wanted to be around Charlize Theron, Michelle Rodriguez, Jordana Brewster and Nathalie Emmanuel.

The crazy paycheck they'd offered her for just a few weeks of work had of course been nice too but Brie had mostly taken the gig to be around those gorgeous women and have even a slight chance of being able to sleep with one of them. Of course nothing had happened and Brie had been too scared to actually do anything anyway but she had still just acted in a movie pretty much solely to be around hot girls and that was even before Brie had nearly come in her pants at the news that Gal Gadot was making a surprise return to the franchise.

She'd actually just attended the movie's premiere that night and it had been a chore for her to sit through because of what was going on inside her. She felt so sleazy and creepy for ogling those women who didn't have a clue she was a total fucking pervert deep down. She hated herself for being a bad feminist and she was also kicking herself for never actually doing anything to find out whether any of the women she ogled would actually be interested in helping her explore her desires.