Room Service - Elizabeth Banks, Poppy Montgomery

[MissFyt]

Story Title: Room Service
Author's Name: MissFyt
Content Codes: MFF, Cons, oral, anal
Celebs: Elizabeth Banks, Poppy Montgomery

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction intended for those that are either over eighteen or of a sufficient age and mentality where they can grasp the difference between fantasy and reality. Any resemblance between the people in this story and actual people, living or dead, is...well...it's uncanny really, isn't it? Quite remarkable.

Alex is getting used to these 7am alarm calls. He usually rolls out of bed about an hour beforehand, giving himself time for a shower and a cup of coffee while he goes over the day's itinerary, memorising where he has to be and when. For a production assistant, he spend very little time on the actual set. In fact, he's usually chasing the actors around. In TV, unlike the movies, they don't have their own assistants.

Still, most of the Without A Trace guys take their cues from the uber-professional Anthony LaPaglia. This guy is always on set half an hour early, always knows all his lines and cues, and sometimes even corrects other people on theirs. Alex doesn't think LaPaglia has any idea how much easier his example makes Alex's job.

Poppy Montgomery is another story entirely. Alex gets the impression she doesn't take her craft as seriously as LaPaglia. Not that she's less of an actor. She just doesn't seem at all worried when she turns up on set half an hour late looking like she just got out of bed and asking if anybody has a copy of the script. She doesn't really need to be. Nobody yells at Poppy for these things. They yell at Alex.

When he does his 7am rounds, Alex leaves Poppy until last. Every morning since he's been here, he's ended up knocking at her door for at least twenty minutes before her sleep-soaked voice told him she'd been down in a minute. A minute meaning thirty or forty, maybe even an hour. Alex is tired of it, but there's a pecking order, and he's only working as a production assistant because it's a step on the ladder you have to climb if you don't know anyone and you're not extremely lucky.

This morning, Poppy isn't the only problem. He makes sure everyone (except LaPaglia, Anthony is long gone) is ready to go on set and finds that Elizabeth Banks - playing the character of Clarissa in this particular episode - is not in her room. She only has the one scene today, and Alex is fairly sure Leslie can film around it. Still, he'll need to find her and let her know about the alarm calls.

And so to Poppy's room. Alex knocks on the door as hard as he can, leaning on the frame because he expects to wait. When Poppy answers, he almost falls in.

"What's up?" she asks.

"I…it's…your alarm call," Alex replies, unable to stop himself staring. Poppy is wearing a black babydoll nightie through which he can quite clearly see her tits, her nipples dark circles against the fabric. Her crotch is barely covered by a tiny black thong, thin elastic riding the curves of her hips and then disappearing from view, where he can already imagine the way it'll show off her round ass.

"Already?" Poppy says, smiling at his reaction. "Well, come in a minute. I'll need to get changed."

Poppy turns. Sure enough, there's her perfect peach of an ass, that thin strip of black doing nothing to hide it. Alex follows her into the room.

"We've gotta get ready, Beth," Poppy says, just as Alex sees Elizabeth Banks lounging on Poppy's bed in white shorts and matching tank-top, watching TV.

"We…it's…the set," Alex stammers, feeling young and slightly ridiculous in front of these two beautiful, half-dressed women.

Elizabeth looks at him, offering this cute little movie star of a smile that puts butterflies in his stomach. "You okay?" she asks.

He swallows. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. I'm just doing the alarm call. You'll both be needed on set today. Do you have the itinerary?"

"Somewhere," Poppy says. She looks sideways at Alex and then bends to open a drawer in her bedside table. Alex watches the hem of her nightie rise.

"So you're the production assistant, right?" Elizabeth asks. When Alex looks back at her, she's still smiling, this time because she knows exactly what he was looking at.

"Yeah. I'm the guy that has to keep things organised around here."

"Tough job?" Elizabeth asks.

"It can be."

"Itinerary," says Poppy, waving a sheet of paper.

"It says we start at seven-thirty," Alex says.

"Plenty of time," replies Poppy, grinning.

"How old are you, Alex?" Elizabeth asks.

"Nineteen. Look, you guys really need to get ready. I get in enough trouble when Poppy shows up late."

"Nineteen," Poppy says to Elizabeth. Elizabeth laughs.

"What?" Alex says.

"We were just talking about the young guys you get on set, you know?" says Elizabeth. "All trying to make a good impression. It's cute."

"He's cute," Poppy says. "Does your job have any perks, Alex?" She's standing with a hand on one of those perfect hips, almost daring him to look at her body.

"It's…it's mostly running around and getting yelled at," he says. "It's not much fun."

"Don't you have a girl to go home to?" Poppy asks.

"Are you kidding? I'm pretty much married to the job."

"Single," Elizabeth says.

"Come on," Alex says. "I don't know what game you guys are playing, but we need to get moving. Please."

"Alright, alright," Poppy says. "But…come here for a second."

"I have to go downstairs, Poppy."

"Just for a second."

Alex sighs. He's working on keeping his eyes on her face, getting a little better at it. He goes to her, raising the clipboard with the itinerary on it like a shield. In front of the two women, he feels somehow exposed.

"You need to get the stick out of your ass," Poppy says as he approaches her. She reaches out, plucks the clipboard from his hand and tosses it on the bed.

"Way too uptight," adds Elizabeth. "Nobody minds if you're twenty minutes late. It's just a job."

"A tough job," Poppy says, taking a step forward so she's right in front of him, looking up into his eyes. "And tough jobs should have perks."

Alex stiffens when he feels her hand on his stomach, gently pulling his shirt out of his jeans. "What are you…"

"Don't talk." Her fingernails skim lightly over his bare skin, and then he feels her undoing his belt, opening the front of his jeans and pulling at the waistband of his shorts.

"I…"

"Ssh." Poppy's fingers are warm around his rapidly swelling cock, caressing his shaft with slow, rhythmic strokes. Her other hand goes further down between his thighs, cups his balls and squeezes gently. "Like that?" she asks, her voice low, excited.

Alex nods, speechless. Over Poppy's shoulder, he sees Elizabeth getting up off the bed, walking towards them with that same smile on her face. He's fully erect in Poppy's hand now, breathing hard as she jerks him off and Elizabeth presses her body against his side and starts unbuttoning his shirt.

"It's hard to get laid when you're working all the time," Poppy says. "A girl gets frustrated." She's bending her legs, going down to her knees, looking up at Alex as she grips the base of his cock and takes its head between her lips and into the wet warmth of her mouth. He groans, runs one hand through her hair, urging her on.

Elizabeth opens his shirt and pushes it off his shoulders. She kisses his neck and his chest and his stomach, goes down on her knees to join Poppy, her kisses tracing a path up his thigh until he feels her tongue on his balls and the underside of his cock. Poppy's lips are tight against his sensitive skin, her tongue dancing around the swollen head of his cock as her head moves back and forth and the friction steals his breath and leave him dizzy. Alex can feel the tightness in his stomach, knows he's going to come soon. He can't look away or think of other things, not with these two girls on their knees before him.

Poppy pulls her head back and Elizabeth takes her turn, closing her eyes and taking Alex's cock all the way into her mouth, deep-throating him until she coughs and has to pull back, her eyes watering. Her tongue moves in lazy circles around his shaft, pressing down hard. It feels so good it almost hurts, and Alex can't hold on any longer.

"Christ," he gasps, grabbing at Elizabeth's hair. She jerks away from him, grabs his cock just below the head and squeezes hard just as he reaches his climax. He feels the orgasm pulsing in his cock and his balls, those warm, weakening waves rushing up through his body. Elizabeth's grip stops him short of ejaculation, though, and when the feelings subside, he finds he's still semi-erect and more than ready to go on.

"Good boy," Elizabeth says, and takes him in her mouth again.

Poppy rises to her feet and hikes up her nightie so she can roll her thong down over her hips and thighs, dropping it to her ankles and kicking it away. She sits on the bed, lies back and spreads her legs, showing Alex her pussy, pink flesh glistening with arousal.

"Bring him over here, Beth," she says.

Elizabeth stops sucking him off for long enough to turn and see Poppy's display. She grins, getting up, still holding on to Alex's cock, using it to lead him to the bed, where she steps to one side and guides him to Poppy's pussy, rubbing the head of his cock up and down between Poppy's labia so that she sighs with pleasure. Alex wraps his arms around Poppy's thighs and pulls her to him, burying his cock inside her. She puts her head back, moaning as he begins to fuck her, tits bouncing beneath her nightie each time he thrusts into her.

Elizabeth crosses her arms over her chest and peels off her tank-top to reveal her small breasts, the tips of her large nipples tight and hard with excitement. She climbs onto the bed beside Poppy and the two of them kiss, Elizabeth's hand sliding down over Poppy's belly, fingers finding the other girl just above where Alex's cock pistons in and out of her, playing with her clit.

"Oh, fuck," Poppy moans. "Oh, my god." Alex is fucking her as hard as he can, and Elizabeth's fingers move quickly and skilfully at the junction of her labia, stroking and teasing. Her moans rise to cries and then she's climaxing, lifting her hips off the bed to meet Alex's thrusts, her head back and her mouth wide open.

Alex slows and then stops, pulls out of the exhausted Poppy and stands there for a few moments, watching the two girls kiss.

"If you say we have to get on set now, I swear I'm gonna kill you," Elizabeth says, turning her head from Poppy.

"I wasn't going to," Alex replies. He eyes Elizabeth's slim body, stroking his cock.

She smiles. "Get on the bed," she says.

Alex does as he's told and Elizabeth wriggles out of her tight white shorts. Alex stares at her slim hips, taut thighs, and shaven pussy as she straddles him, lowering herself onto his cock, taking it inside her, eyes closed in concentration. She places her hands over his, pinning him to the bed, and begins to ride him, slowly at first, staring into his eyes as she pushes with her hips.

"You wanna come inside me?" she asks, smiling.

"Yeah." Alex groans. "Please."

"Tell me," she says.

"I want to come inside you," he says. "More than anything."

"I want you to come inside me," she says, sitting up a little, riding him harder, thighs gripping his waist.

Alex is close again, looking up at her face and her body, feeling her cunt tight around his cock as she moves, bring him closer and closer until he reaches the point of no return, his hands closing tightly over hers as he feels the strength going out of him, his cock twitching and spasming inside her, pushing out the warmth of his orgasm as he gasps and sweats and finally relaxes beneath her, exhausted and breathless.

"The problem with threesomes," Elizabeth says, rolling off him to lie on her back, pushing damp hair away from her face, "is that someone almost always gets left out."

"Who said we were done?" Poppy says.

"I think Alex is done, at least for now."

Alex nods. He feels completely spent.

"We need Alex?" Poppy says. She's grinning, grabbing Elizabeth's ankle and pulling her legs apart so she can crawl up between them.

"Poppy!" Elizabeth gasps, feigning shock.

"You wanna see me eat some pussy, Alex?" Poppy says.

Alex laughs weakly, nods, watching as Poppy puts her hands on the insides of Elizabeth's thighs, lowers her head to lap at Elizabeth's pussy, reaching up to knead her tits. Elizabeth, smiling, lets her head fall back on the bed, closes her eyes, sighing as Poppy pleasures her. "Right there," she murmurs. "Fuck, yeah."

Alex watches her face, the way her brow creases as if she's concentrating, the way she bites her lower lip, the sweat in her hair and the color in her cheeks. Despite his exhaustion, he can feel his cock stirring again.

"I think I'm ready to go again," he says.

Both girls look up, and then down.

"Girl on girl does it every time," Poppy says.

Elizabeth laughs. Then she says, "Tell you what, Alex, seeing as we're all gonna get cleaned up and go downstairs after this, and seeing as you're going to get shouted at, why don't you choose who you want and how?"

Alex swallows, staring at the two girls. "You sure?" he says.

"Little late for doubts, isn't it?" Poppy replies.

Alex nods. "Okay," he says. "Get in a…sixty-nine position, with you," he points at Elizabeth, "on top."

Both girls grin. Poppy rolls onto her back and Elizabeth straddles her face, bending her head to lick and kiss Poppy's pussy even as Poppy does the same to her from beneath. Alex moves behind Elizabeth. He pushes his cock down into Poppy's mouth, lets her suck at the head for a few seconds. Then, wet with Poppy's saliva, he presses himself up against Elizabeth's ass, working himself slowly into her, gasping at the resistance of her muscles, tight around his cock. He fucks her slowly and gently, pushing against that resistance until it eases and he can push harder, looking down between their bodies to see Poppy licking hungrily at Elizabeth's pussy as Elizabeth comes out with a series of trembling sighs, begging him between breaths to fuck her harder. Alex grabs her hips and puts all his energy into his thrusts, already feeling close to a second orgasm, Elizabeth so tight around him that he feels like he must be hurting her.

If he is, that's not all he's doing. Between his cock and Poppy's tongue, Elizabeth is crying out, her voice hoarse, rising to a crescendo until she's almost screaming, her back shining with sweat, muscles not her own as she climaxes, pushing back into his crotch and down onto Poppy's mouth. When she goes forward again, falling breathless onto her front, she frees Alex's cock just as he's on the verge of orgasm. He grabs himself, and it's just a few quick strokes before he comes over Poppy's face and open mouth.

An exhausted silence follows, Poppy wiping at her face with the back of her hand while Elizabeth lies on her front, motionless save for her deep breathing, and Alex on his back, smiling and nursing the ache in his balls.

"I guess we should go downstairs," Poppy says eventually.

"I guess we should," Elizabeth says, her voice muffled by the blanket.

"Fuck it," Alex says, sitting up. "They can wait. Let's order room service."

[Zeric]

Two of my favourites. Good work MissFyt