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FicFan69
11-04-2008, 02:51 AM
Starlets to Harlots: Jessica Alba
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"Hi everybody!" Jessica Alba shouted with an overly enthusiastic smile. "I'm Jessica Alba and this is Starlets to Harlots!"

There was a very satisfied smile on Jermaine's lips as he looked at the young starlet. She was dressed in a crop top just barely dark enough to hide her nipples and a pair leather hip hugger painted on pants. A pair of matching stiletto boots along with her hair being down in shoulder length curls made her look almost as she had in Dark Angel. It was such a shame that such a great show had been canceled. Oh well.

Jermaine was a nothing in the Hollywood world. He hadn't been on the road to stardom, or written a huge blockbuster. The only thing he'd ever really been interested in was being a porn director. People like Max Hardcore, Jim Powers and Mason were his heroes. The man he idolized was Ken Logan though. In October of 2004 Ken Logan, a small time action star, had opened a company called Red Carpet Facials. His goal had been to humiliate all of the biggest stars in Hollywood. As far as Jermaine knew only a single edition had ever been filmed staring Lindsey Lohan. It was amazing to the point of being inspirational. It changed Jermaine's life. Instead of just filming porn he would get every starlet he could, he would finish the dream his hero had started.

That path had led him down a lot of difficult tasks. It's hard to get a well known starlet to do a movie for you. Especially after the short lived but very famous Red Carpet Facials had hit the market. Most of them had some dirt on them but not nearly enough to let themselves be filmed and degraded the way Jermaine wanted to. They had enough money that no normal man was going to be able to buy them off. So what's a man to do?

It's really quite simple actually. Just slip the contract into the huge pile of other things they are signing. Anybody whose ever had to work on a real contract knows that after a while you aren't even asking what this piece of paper means, you just scan for the x's and put your name or initials beside them. Once your name is on something it becomes a lot harder to deny. If you're thinking she could ignore it, you're right she could. She could wait for me to go to the tabloids and the damage she could do to my very empty pockets wasn't even close to the damage I could do to her reputation. I also agreed not to release the video to the public for a minimum of ten years with an extension if she was still a big name in a decade. I won't say she didn't kick and scream and promise a lot of horrible things but in the end she was exactly where I wanted her.

Jermaine's best friend Brandon walked onto the screen and took a seat on a bright yellow leather couch. The couch was a tip of the hat to Max Hardcore whose yellow couch was just short of legendary. "Jessica lets hear a little about yourself."

"Well I'm currently filmin-"

"IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU'RE FILMING!!!" Both men shouted in unison silencing the insulted actress.

"Nobody is here to hear about how you were in Idle Hands or Fantastic Four we're here for one reason. You know what that is Jessica?" Brandon said.

Ms. Alba turned back to the camera putting on her award winning smile and nodded. "You're here to see me to turned into a cum guzzling sperm dumpster." It had to be the finest line she'd ever delivered, a perfect smile and sparkle in her eyes.

"Good. But first we should work them up a bit." Brandon motioned for me to turn on the radio. I reached out quickly turning it on to some random music station and looked back to Jessica.

She stared at the camera uneasily. "Wha-what do you want?"

"Strip you stupid bitch." He answered.

"Like dance?" He nodded in response and she looked at the floor for a moment. Jermiane thought he could see the beginnings of a tear but when she looked up she had her beautiful smile intact and started swaying her hips to the music. She really was wasted in acting. He'd only seen a few girls that looked as good as she did dancing.

Her hands smoothly traced her hips upward cupping her breasts and turning her back to the camera. She looked back over her shoulder staring through her own curls as her finger slipped beneath the hem of her shirt and started teasingly inching it up. As soon as her breasts were free she snatched the shirt off turning back to face me teasingly hiding her breasts behind the shirt. She dropped it away then spinning perfectly in place to spread her legs and lean down grasping her ankles. Ms. Alba's ass looked fantastic wrapped in leather; you could see every detail of her rump. While Jermiane was distracted she was unzipping her boots and deftly stepping out of them. Jessica leaned over staring at the camera between her legs and smiled again before snapping upright. She peeled quickly unbuttoned her pants and peeled those down, leaning down till her clothing was completely removed then turning back to face the camera in all her glory.

Brandon only let her enjoy herself for a second before he snatched up a handful of her hair and spun her around into his arms slamming his lips to hers. It was a dream to see the combination of fear and lust flooding the young starlet's eyes as he violated her. Jermaine didn't think anybody had ever just taken her like that before. When he reached down and lifted her up by her ass Jermiane almost dropped the camera. She was perfect, a nice tight asshole and tanned flesh. "I hope you're ready to suck dick." He growled dumping her on the couch and unzipping his jeans.

He quickly whipped his jeans and boxers off then put one foot on the back of the couch and took her head in both hands. Jermiane don't think Jessica realized what he was going to do until he yanked her head forward. There was no place for Jessica to escape to, both her hands moved to Brandon's hips trying to push him off her as he abused her throat. Every time he bottomed out she made the sexiest gasping choke sounds and her eyes squinted tighter.

Jermiane made sure he was getting a good shot as the tears started to run down from Jessica's eyes and she continued to struggle for air. Saliva started leaking from the corners of her mouth squishing out around his cock every time he thrust into her mouth. "Not bad." He whispered pulling his cock from her mouth and smearing spit all over her face.

"You bastard!" She shouted reaching up to slap him. Instead he just caught her wrist and yanked her to the head of the bed leaning her backwards over the arm and slamming his cock back into her gullet. There isn't a sound in this world as sexy as hearing a woman gag on eight inches of cock or a sight prettier than a girl's face covered in her own saliva. Jessica's face was so covered in spittle that you could barely tell there was a girl underneath it all. Her eyes were plastered shut and Jermaine don't even know how she could have been breathing with her nose plugged up like that. She was thrashing against his cock which was lodged in her throat at this point. Each time he thrust Jermaine could see her cheeks stretching outward. He had to give him credit, Jermaine would have come long before he pulled out of the sputtering starlet and laughed.

"I hope you're having fun so far since we've still got a ways to go." Jermaine called waving at her. She was too busy trying to catch her breath to even notice me and the camera any longer.

"Get on your knees." Jermaine didn't think Jessica was still really aware of what was going on when Brandon said that. She just stared at him as he gripped her hips and twisted her onto her stomach lining his cock up against her puckered asshole.

"No! I've never done that before its gross!" She screamed trying to pull herself away. The spit had started to ooze down her face down between her tits glazing her nipples by this point. She couldn't pull herself over the edge of the couch away from him though; he had her firmly by the waist and yanked her back towards him.

Coated with her spit it didn't take much force for him to push his way into her. Jermaine moved quickly around to get a look at her face. It was beautiful. Her eyes were red and puffy from tears and her curls were plastered all over her pretty face. From where he was you could watch her spit shined tits bouncing as he tried to plow through her. The combination of pain and embarrassment on her face was perfect too. Every time Brandon thrust a bit farther into her she squealed a little louder.

At first she looked like she was in so much agony. She was clawing at the couch trying to get away from him at first, sobbing as he finally managed to get his thick snake into her rectum. Her tits swayed slightly as she took short ragged breaths trying to regain control. "Stop it, please it hurts." She pleaded.

Brandon smiled and brought one hand up around her throat, the other around her chest and pulled her back. Now that she was sitting down on his cock he could see her anus stretched around his pole. If she was going to make a complaint Jermaine couldn't hear it as he tightened his grip. The only sound she could make was a light gurgling noise. "Say you're a nasty slut." He whispered relaxing his grip slightly. The other hand was lustily groping at her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples.

The change in her eyes was instantly visible. They sort of sparkled through the spittle as something snapped inside her and she repeated. "I'm nasty slut." She followed it up with her perfect smile and brought her hands up to her tits, clutching his hand to her flesh. "I'm a nasty slut! Fuck me, fuck my nasty ass, rape my bootie!" She cooed bumping her hips up and down against his rod.

Not that they we were complaining but neither one of us really expected her to suddenly get into things. The change in her was instantly obvious though, she had the sparkle in her eyes that Jermaine wanted to see. "Don't stop fucking that slut!" He shouted making sure Brandon didn't stop.

He didn't really have any intention of stopping though. Brandon was busy biting and sucking all over the beautiful actress's shoulders then. Jessica was going to be covered in bruises in the morning but right now she was loving it. Her head was thrown back giving him full access to her throat and her body was willingly bouncing on his cock.

"Don't stop fucking me. Fuck my asshole! Stretch it with your fat cock!"

"Where do you want him to cum?" Jermaine called from behind the camera making sure he focused on her face as she spoke.

Ms. Alba turned toward the camera. You could only barely see her smile through the rapidly drying spit caked on her face but that just made it more slutty. The eye shadow that you didn't notice she was wearing had completely run down her cheeks at this point. There wasn't any hint of the starlet left in her image as she stared into the camera. "I want it in my mouth. I want to taste my ass and his cum. Please tell him to cum in my mouth!"

Brandon was probably about to cum right there after her raunchy speech. Jermaine could see the way he was clenching his eye shut trying for just a moment to blank out the fact that Jessica Alba was sitting in his lap. That his cock was buried in her asshole stretching her sphincter around him. "You better hurry if that's what you want." Bryan hissed.

Without missing a single beat Jessica stood up off his cock letting it fall flat against his thigh and fell to her knees. Brandon came as soon as she grasped his cock splashing the first hot rope of cum splashed right over her right eye. "That excited?" Jessica purred as a second shot landed across the bridge of her nose. A third landed across the most beautiful smile in Hollywood before one final blast landed in her hair. As soon as he finished cumming Jessica wrapped her beautiful lips back around his cock noisily slurping the last of his cum from his softening cock.

"Perfect." Jermaine whispered moving to get a close up of Jessica's cum coated face.

"And that was Jermaine Sharpe's Starlets to Harlots!" Jessica said forcing a final smile across her face. "Can I get a towel?" She called squinting her eyes as a combination of cum and spittle covered her eyes.

It was almost too perfect. Just like his hero Jermaine reached out and grabbed Jessica's own shirt tossing it to her. She could see what it was so she didn't think about it before wiping her face with it.

"While you were busy I threw the rest of your clothes out of the window. I hope that shirt is enough to get you home Ms. Alba." There was a slight pause before she really understood that he wasn't kidding and tears reformed in her eyes. She pulled her shirt over her head trying to stretch it down past her waist and sobbed as she ran out of the door. Jermaine had to run to make sure that he got a good shot o the starlet streaking down the hall before setting the camera aside and running after her.

"Jessica come back, we need to talk." It wasn't that she wanted to go back; it wasn't that she trusted him. It was just an ignorant hope that he couldn't be that cruel that made her follow him back into the apartment. "You want this tape to disappear instead of being sold in ten years?" She nodded. "I thought so. Well I'm a man of my word; if you help me get another starlet then I'll have to tape over your footage to make room for her."