With girls, it doesn't count. With girls, it isn't cheating.
Those words had become Dani's mantra. Her new moral compass. They were infinitely comforting whenever she started to question whether or not she was doing the right thing by exploring her newfound sexuality.
Especially at moments like these.
"U-um... Dani?" whimpered the girl pinned underneath Dani, on the celebrity's bed.
"Hm?" Dani looked down, enjoying the wide-eyed, nervous, starstruck expression on the girl's face. Dani had her wrists pinned together above her head, and she'd been using her other hand to undress her until her mind had wandered. "Don't worry, kitten," she soothed. "I'm gonna take good care of you."
The girl shivered, and made just the most adorable sound. Dani smiled. What was the girl's name again? Beverly? Kimberly? Something like that. In the two weeks since her big interview, Dani had pretty much given up on trying to remember the names of all the girls she brought home.
She didn't feel guilty about it at all.
Besides, she'd found that all of them responded perfectly well to being called 'kitten' instead.
Today's 'kitten' was a fan. Most of the others had been too. Lately, Dani had been flooded with new fans. Her interview with Christine D'Amelio - published with some well-chosen omissions, of course - had gone viral like nothing Dani had ever seen before. Her star was rising far and fast, and her newfound fame had brought with it a deluge of offers for modeling contracts, more interviews, and even acting gigs. At long last, Dani's big break had come. For now, though, she was playing it close to her chest, as her personal assistant had suggested. Better to keep people hungry, Grace had told her. And Grace hadn't led Dani wrong so far.
Dani was happy to wait. For the moment, she was far too busy having fun and exploring herself. She was reveling in her new look, and in her status as a newly-crowned 'gay icon'. And, most of all, she was enjoying the fact that she was into girls.
What was wrong with having a little fun, before tying the knot with her fiancé? With girls, it didn't count as cheating.
Finding girls to hook up with wasn't hard. She had been drip-feeding her Twitter and Instagram a steady stream of selfies, all of which had been met with raucous praise. When the mood took her, Dani would look through some of her top followers and find someone suitable. A young influencer, usually; bicurious or better, in L.A., and utterly giddy with joy at receiving a DM from their new favorite celebrity. And when the conversation led to an invitation, they were always so very eager. Getting to meet their new idol was a dream come true.
Of course, they got to do much, much more than just meet her.
Dani wasn't worried about word getting out. Her fans always promised to be discreet. They all wanted to impress her, and none of them wanted to spoil their shot at a repeat visit. Until recently, Dani would have regarded sleeping with her own fans as impossibly tacky, but she'd come around to a different way of thinking. What was the harm? It was just a little fun between girls.
Right. Tiffany. That was this one's name.
"Sorry, kitten," Dani purred. "Just taking a moment to enjoy the view."
Tiffany shivered again, and just like that, all of her nervous apprehension melted into hopeless, rapturous gratitude. The sight of it made Dani grin. Fans were so easy. Really, when she was surrounded by girls like these, how was she supposed to help herself?
After that, Dani wasn't going to wait any longer. She was done playing with her food. She started lowering herself, drawing closer to the nervous, younger, submissive girl. Tiffany's eyes flew wider still, before she shut them completely, and prepared her lips for a kiss.
That was very cute. Dani wasn't going to kiss her like that, though. She wasn't sure that would feel right. She was still engaged, after all.
Instead, she put her lips to the girl's bared neck and started kissing her there.
Tiffany's back arched immediately, and she let out a truly needy little whimper. Her whimpering only grew in pitch and volume as Dani kept kissing, kept sucking, letting Tiffany feel her teeth and making sure to leave marks on her skin. That was all it took to have Tiffany writhing and kicking at the bedsheets. Dani pressed down forcefully, keeping her trapped and reminding her that she was in Dani's power.
God. It was so fucking hot.
Dani wasn't sure exactly what happened to her in moments like these. It was like she was being possessed by some kind of spirit. Her body started burning, and her instincts took over. Everything started coming naturally to her. She didn't need to think at all. She just kissed, and touched, and said whatever felt right. She couldn't stop it. She didn't want to stop it. Nothing had ever felt better. She wasn't in control - except she was, and that was part of why it always drove her crazy.
She was the one on top. In that moment, Dani could have made Tiffany do anything she wanted.
She could fuck Tiffany any way she wanted.
She was dominating her.
It was exactly what she wanted.
What she'd always wanted.
Right now, she didn't have to think. She just did what came naturally as she traveled down Tiffany's body, kissing her collar, her chest, her navel, her hips. The sound of the young fan's moans was like music to Dani's ears. She couldn't wait to see what happened when she buried her tongue in her cunt.
"W-w-wait!" Tiffany managed, when Dani started tugging at the hem of her jeans. "Do you want me to... um... should I...?"
Dani giggled to herself. Tiffany was so anxious to be helpful. Adorable.
"Don't worry about it, kitten," Dani assured her. "Let me take care of everything. I'll show you how it's done."
Tiffany nodded and twitched helplessly. In truth, of course, it wasn't like Dani was all that much more experienced. It hadn't even been a month since she'd started properly exploring her new sexuality. But she'd made good use of that time, that was for sure. Besides, it was like she had a little voice in the back of her head, telling her exactly what she needed to do to make her pet kittens cum their brains out.
And so far, that little voice had always been right.
With it singing through her, Dani tugged Tiffany's jeans down, pulled her panties out of the way, and started tonguefucking her.
It was funny. Dani remembered talking with Cameron about cunnilingus once before. He hadn't been particularly open to the idea. He and Dani had a little kink dynamic that they liked to play with sometimes. Well - it wasn't really kinky, not by Dani's new standards. But he liked to spank her occasionally, and she was willing to let him. According to him, going down on her would have completely undermined that. A guy doing down on a girl was a naturally submissive act. Not that he wasn't a feminist, of course. It was just about being true to their dynamic. He'd made it sound very progressive.
Now, that argument simply brought a smile to Dani's face. She never felt more dominant than when she was going down on a girl.
