How to Win Friends and Influence People - Chapter 2: Miranda Kerr

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How to Win Friends and Influence People...
Chapter 2: Miranda Kerr
Miranda Kerr and Jennifer Hawkins
Written by The Pornographer
(MF, finger, blackmail)

This FICTIONAL story contains graphic sexual situations, if you are under age or easily offended STOP READING!

Not more than 48 hours later, I was back at work and rushing to make a business meeting across town when I answered my blackberry and was suddenly taken aback to hear a familiar voice and tone, it was Miranda Kerr.

Right away I was a little suspicious by her call, and for a moment I actually suspected that maybe Rick-Lee was behind it, but as it turned out I soon realized that I was just being paranoid as Miranda had apparently called to arrange a time to meet for lunch.

"Really?" I replied. "Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Sure, why not?" she chuckled. "Who's going to stop us?"

Funnily enough her logic seemed sound at that precise moment in time.

Besides, I thought, when was the last time you could recall getting an invitation from a 25-year-old supermodel? With that in mind, I soon heard myself agreeing to meet with her and we arranged to see each other at the Sydney Opera House restaurant just a few blocks away.

Twenty minutes later I finally arrived to the cove and was immediately taken aback at just how beautiful she looked. As I approached her from afar, I noted that she was scantily clad in a very short mini dress that barely covered her thighs and legs and utterly showcased her slender frame and breasts.

She had complimented this outfit with the most ridiculous set of six inch stiletto heels I had ever seen, and this caused the already leggy supermodel to now tower over everyone at the restaurant, and loom around the six foot two mark.

To my surprise Miranda smirked as she saw me approach her and unexpectedly greeted me with a friendly peck on the cheek, as though we were two long lost friends, before we then took a seat and admired the spectacular view of the harbor.

"Don't you just love it here?" she beamed. "It's by far my most favorite restaurant in the whole wide world."

I just nodded as I admired our reflection through a mirror, and gawked at how incredibly sexy she looked.

I could see why most of the staff, including the ladies there, openly stared at our table. Miranda's already short skirt now seemed to be none existent and I dare say she looked to be sitting on her bare butt.

With that, we then ordered some lunch and drinks and Miranda didn't waste any time explaining herself to me for the other night.

"I called you here today because I feel really bad about what happened, and just want to apologize." she explained.

She then went on to describe how she and Andy were the best of friends, and how he had apparently taken advantage of her while she was going through a rough time with her fiancé, and how in the last few weeks she had been feeling incredibly guilty about it all.

While I sat there listening to her and enjoyed my scotch, Miranda went on to excused her behavior to her being extremely anxious and stressed out in recent times as she was in the process of making final preparations for her engagement to Orlando Bloom.

As she went on, I tried my best to seem interested in her sob story but in the end I finally had to interrupt her and tell her that I didn't care.

"Seriously Miranda, it's none of my business."

"No, I know that," she replied. "I just wanted you to know why. I didn't want you to think I was some kind of bitch or something."

I then tried to explain to her that the incident at the party was lost on me and that I didn't really think about it since that evening.

Despite this she suddenly interrupted me.

"You didn't tell your girlfriend did you?"

"Who, Ricki-Lee?"

"Yeah, her."

I had to laugh as I found it amusing that Miranda couldn't even remember Ricki-Lee's name.

Again, I tried my best to explain to her that the incident was nothing and that I was not going to say anything to anyone. Nevertheless, she seemed to be paranoid and fixated on the issue and it was then she told me that the last thing she wanted or needed was some kind of scandal, and that she was willing to do just about anything to keep it quiet.

Kidding around I then joked, "Oh really, anything?"

"Yes." she replied bluntly.

Looking into her big blue eyes I could see she was dead serious.

"What do you want?" she finally said seductively, as though the entire time we were there I had secretly conspired against her.

"Hmm, let me think about that for a minute." I snickered, "What do I want? What could I possibly want?"

Although she didn't say it, the look in her eyes told me that she was following my train of thought (as I openly gawked at her beautiful breasts) and was willing to sleep with me to keep me quiet.

It was then as we sat there contemplating this, that we were both startled as we heard someone call out our names, and we looked over my shoulder to see Jennifer Hawkins. We could not believe our luck.

As it so happened it seemed Jen was in the area to make an appearance for some trendy event she was promoting, and catching us there at the restaurant, she pulled up a chair and joined us for lunch.

"You two are so busted." she joked, while Miranda and I both laughed nervously.

"I was trying to call you this week buster," Jennifer stated.

As she spoke I was right in the process of helping myself to a drink, and I was genuinely surprised when I realized she was in fact talking to me.

"Who me?"

"Yes you!" she smiled. "Don't you remember? You told me to call you about that thing? Remember, the party, our conversation, my car?"

I immediately looked at Miranda who suddenly had this sly grin on her face. I could practically read her mind and knew what she was thinking.

"He certainly gets around, doesn't he?" she said softly as she took another sip from her drink.

Before I could defend myself, Jen went on.

"I was like going to call and arrange a day together, but I see you're a busy boy." Jennifer added.

I couldn't believe it, now I was copping attitude from both of them.

It was then as the girls chatted and briefly caught up on gossip that I noticed a lot of people staring at us and I glanced at the reflection again and couldn't help but marvel at the scene. I suddenly felt extremely privileged as I sat there at the table having lunch with the two sex symbols, and noted just how beautiful they looked together.

In the meanwhile I could see that Jennifer's presence was making Miranda increasingly nervous and uncomfortable as she was still uncertain about my intentions and was paranoid about me spilling the beans.

Watching her squirm, I smiled as I helped myself to another drink and it then at that precise moment in time that we caught each other's gaze and seemed to share a moment.

Fortunately for us Jennifer was in the middle of a rant and so she didn't really notice anything, but I'm almost positive that the brief but special exchange between us was not lost on Miranda, who simply responded by smiling sweetly and flashing me those incredible dimples.

I can't really explain how or why it happened, only that there suddenly seemed to be a bond between us.

Regardless, Jennifer soon got a message on her phone reminding her that she was late for her next appointment and wondering where she was, and as she got up to leave she proceeded to jot down her phone number on a napkin and insisted I give her call during the week to arrange something.

"You better call me OK?" she insisted. "Cause I really want to fix my problem before Jake flies back from the States next week."

"Not a problem," I told her, as Miranda beamed her famous smile—her cute dimples prominent again.

I could tell the bitch was really getting a kick out of watching me swoon all over the one time Miss Universe.

"As a matter of fact, give me a call tonight if you can manage it?" Jennifer suggested. "I'll be up till late."

"Sure, great." I replied before she then leaned over and pecked me on the cheek, and moved to say goodbye to her friend.

It was then I was bowled over as I watched Jennifer lean in and innocently kiss Miranda on the side of the lips. It was a brief contact but nonetheless surprising, and I was so startled by the action that I think I heard myself gasp.

With that Jennifer took off in the direction of the city as I openly gawked at her incredible butt and legs.

Back at the table, Miranda flaunted a huge grin as she played with her salad.

"You really like her don't you?"

"Am I that obvious?"

"I wonder what your girlfriend would say about that?" she teased.

"Oh I dunno?" I replied. "She would probably say the same sort of thing I imagine Orlando or Megan would about the Andy incident?”

This remark seemed to shut her up and put her in her place.

"Well… I was just thinking," Miranda said as she enjoyed another bite from her lunch. "Maybe we could help each other out?"

"Oh?"

Miranda then went on to explain how she thought she could hook me up and make it happen between Jennifer and I. Naturally I scoffed at the idea as I reminded her just who Jen was, and more importantly what her boyfriend looked like.

Despite my strong feelings for her (like most red blooded males) I was a realist, and I knew there was no way on god's green earth that Jennifer Hawkins would risk fooling around on her long term boyfriend with anyone, much less me.

"You'd be surprise." Miranda grinned.

"About what? Do you know something? You really think you could arrange it?"

Despite myself, I was starting to believe she could.

"Just leave it up to me." she finally said.

Although I carried myself as cool and calm as possible on the outside, internally I could barely control my excitement. The mere notion of bedding Jennifer Hawkins was enough to make me climb and then scream at the top of the Sydney Harbor Bridge with sheer rapture.

Wrapping up our lunch, Miranda then announced that she was running late for a shoot across town and offered me a ride.

"Great, I'm supposed to be at a meeting just down the street from there." I told her as I paid the check.

With that we strolled to the car park (to the sounds of countless woof whistles from passes by) and back to her car. In the meanwhile as we walked, I myself couldn't help but gawk down at her long slender legs and impossibly tight ass.

She really had an incredible figure.

It was a few minutes later that we arrived to her car, and I had to stifle a laugh as I discovered that her means of transport while visiting Sydney seemed to be a brand new Land Rover Range Rover Sport.

Store bought just a few days earlier, I noticed that the two-hundred thousand dollar four wheel drive still had price stickers and decals all over the inside.

It was inside I was then treated to a real eyeful, and my heart skipped a beat as her already short dress hiked up considerably and now almost pooled around her hips and showed off her entire thighs and legs, so much so that I could clearly see her white thong panties underneath.

Aroused beyond belief, I buckled my seat belt with trembling hands and tried my best not to stare, but it was futile as all I could see was legs, thighs, and stilettos.

It was then as Miranda attempted to adjust her seat electronically and she reached down under her leather chair and asked me to assist her. Naturally I was more than happy to do so as I then placed my hand between her long legs, and watched her smirk slyly to herself as I looked for the release mechanism.

"Find it?" she smirked, her face just inches from my own.

Right away I had flashbacks of the night at the party, when I wanted to just grab and fuck her silly.

Feeling around I immediately found the hook with my fingers, but faking ignorance, I told her that I couldn't put my finger on it. Just then, I watched as she ignored my efforts, and starting the vehicle, she rolled her eyes and then giggled.

"You can't put your finger on it? Wow, where have I heard that before?"

I was shocked. Was she really saying what I thought she was saying? Was there trouble in paradise? Was Orlando lacking in the bedroom and missing the mark?

"Wait, I think I have it?" I lied.

"Trust me, you don't." she snickered. "Cause if you did you would know about it."

With that I watched her legs move and apply pressure to the pedals as she steered the large vehicle through the narrow parking garage and we proceeded to merge with traffic and head on our way—the entire time with me leaned over the center console and my hand stuffed between her legs, under the seat.

"Never mind," she finally said disappointedly. "I think I can manage now."

I actually suspected that she wasn't so much alluding to the seat as much as she was referring to the fact that she had offered me an opening, an opportunity to make a move and take advantage of the situation and fool around, yet I apparently failed to bite.

With that in mind I took a deep breath and decided to go for broke, and without warning I moved my hand to the inside of her calf muscle and softly caressed it. Miranda immediately shot me a look, but was forced to glance back at the road as she drove.

"What do you think you're doing?" she said calmly.

"Great legs by the way." I said as I stroked her incredibly soft, smooth skin.

I then watched in wonderment as her knees seemed to part slightly to my touch, and encouraged, I then gently raked my fingers up along her legs to touch her knees, and skimmed my hand across the inside of her thigh.

"And very nice dress too." I added.

To my surprise Miranda did not object, and she simply responded by squirming in her seat as she kept her eyes on the road.

"Are you right?" she finally giggled sarcastically. "Why don't you just help yourself next time?"

Still, despite her smart ass remark she still did not object or resist me, and she continued to steer the large vehicle with both hands on the wheel.

Meanwhile I took her lack of resistance as consent and I slowly brushed my fingertips further up the inside of her thigh, and watched her tense up as I finally grazed the very edge of her panties.

"I think I found that button now," I teased.

"You wish." she snickered.

Again, despite her sarcastic tone she did not recoil or attempt to stop me in any way.

Holding my breath, I then gently caressed the outside of her slit through her panties and watched her coo.

"You know, it's not going to work." she smiled as she glanced over her shoulder to navigate with traffic on the freeway.

"No? And why is that?"

"It takes a lot more than that to get me going."

She was probably right, but I was more than willing to test that theory.

Nevertheless, while she put up courageous front, I could tell that my probing was having some kind of effect on her, and I could actually feel the outline of her vaginal lips through the skimpy little thong.

"Hmm let me guess, you shave?" I asked her.

"Of course," she replies casually, "No one likes a hairy bush."

Just then as I continued to explore her and she concentrated on the road, we heard a loud tone altering her that she was getting a call to her car phone. To my amusement, Miranda fumbled with a few buttons on her steering wheel and answered the hands free call.

It was then as she conversed with the photographer that she was driving to meet, I took the opportunity to feel my way around, and carefully sliding her underwear to the side and make direct contact with her bald cunt.

"Sergio, I'm going to have to… OOH! …call you back." she let out involuntarily.

It seemed the direct contact with my fingers immediately got her attention, and I gently caressed the full length of her moistening slit while she attempted to hang up with her associate.

Miranda now attempted to navigate her way around town in heavy traffic as I proceeded to finger her. While I soon added another digit, she simply gritted her teeth and gripped the wheel tightly as she tried to concentrate on the road but found it hard to breathe, think straight.

"You bastard," she breathed as I began to spear my finger in and out of her wet slot.

"Hmm, so wet too." I smirked as I smeared her juices all around her crotch and doubled my efforts around her clit.

Like a tiny little pebble, I rubbed at it fervently in an anti-clock wise manner. This seemed to have the desired effect as her legs involuntarily spread further apart to accommodate my hand, and I altered from rubbing her clit to feeding and frigging her slick slot more digits.

To my amusement it was during this time that we happened to stop at an intersection in the heart of the city, directly opposite the Queen Victoria Building which featured a huge poster of Miranda promoting David Jones, and as I continued to eagerly explore and finger her in the car, another vehicle pulled up alongside us and the occupants seemed to recognize her.

Miranda simply smiled but couldn't help but blush brightly as I bury another digit into her searing wet cunt.

"Stop… they'll see." she said breathlessly, while barely putting up any kind of convincing resistance.

"Oh hush, you fucking love this, admit it." I told her.

Miranda did not dispute this point.

"By the way, nice poster over there," I said while nodding in the direction of the huge two storey picture.

Meanwhile I now had three of my fingers jammed deep inside her young cunt, and as the lights flashed green, she was so wound up she could barely press the pedal and drive from the curb. Despite this, I did not relent my pressure between her legs and I now pistoned my fingers in and out of her searing cunny fervently.

God she was wet.

It was then she abruptly floored the pedal to the floor and negotiated two streets before she finally pulled the vehicle into a very narrow alleyway, and squeezing the wheel tightly, she gave out an almighty shriek.

"UURGHHH!" she cried as she came hard, her entire body trembling violently.

With that I finally grabbed her by the back of her head and kissed her hard on the lips. Our tongues intermingled and the kiss lasted for a good whole minute before I finally and reluctantly broke away, and noticed the way her lips followed me and seemed to want more.

I simply grinned slyly to myself as I unbuckled my belt.

"Thanks for the ride." I chuckled. "I'll call you again if I need a lift."

Miranda was still flushed with excitement and could barely breath much less speak. I think she was also incredibly embarrassed by it all too. I don't know if she was more shocked about the unexpected orgasm or the fact that I was leaving her in such a state.

Regardless, I could tell that like me, she could hardly believe the sudden and unexpected turn of events.

"You OK?" I finally smiled before I shut the door.

And she simply nodded with a dazed look on her face before I watched her speed off down the narrow alleyway. I grinned proudly to myself as I glanced down at my glistening fingers, no doubt moist from Miranda Kerr's sweet pussy.

Just then, I was interrupted by my phone as I apparently had a brand new message waiting for me.

"Don't forget to call me later." the message read. "Let me know how it went with Miranda ;) xoxo"

It was a message from Jennifer.