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 Blackshaft - 02-01 - Another Year Older

   (A special episode of the Real Housewives of Eglin City is in trouble
after a party for one of the housewives has descended into an orgy,
meanwhile the daughter of one of the stars gets her own surprise....)





   CEO's Office.  Life & Living TV.  Morning.



   "...has expressed concern of the latest divorce figures.  Archbishop
O'Malley added that it was sign of the continuing undermining...."

   "Shit," she breathed again as she sat in her chair and looked out her
office window.  Stacy Pearce looked at the rainbow that had appeared in the
sky of Eglin City.  It looked a little like the same rainbow that came from
the TV channel logo adorned her wall.  The one next to the TV showing the
news right now.

   "In other news, city philanthropist, Adrian Lime has opened a newly
built hospital wing--"

   Stacy pointed the remote over her shoulder and switched the TV off. 
"Shit.  Shit.  Shit.  Shit." she muttered again.  Life & Living had been
her baby for a year now.  She had changed the programming from all that
boring crap of cookery, documentary and lifestyle shows and shook the whole
place up.  Stacy had brought the ethos of `Reality' in and watched as the
most senior and oldest people in the building go in protest.  Her attitude
was simple; screw them.  She didn't know why they were complaining anyway.
The new documentaries were every bit as good as the old one.  Didn't the
sex lives of colleges cover important topics?  Alright, there was plenty of
cleavage shots and teenagers talking shit about their so-called `sex lives'
but it gave the people what they wanted.  Numbers were up.  Advertising
revenue was increasing so what were complaining about.

   Oh, yeah, she knew.  Steffanage Media Group was what was up.  They had
bought the channel six months ago.  She was asked about it but the old
owners were quite obvious they were doing out of respect.  The deal had
been done, signed and sealed.  She, like the rest of them had heard the
rumours of behind-the-scenes moves at Eglin Broadcast News but that's was
it was.  Rumours.  And in six months, the new owners had let her get on
with things and not bothered her once.  Stacy had watched the old guard
complain then leave and had replaced them with younger, fresh blood with
new ideas.  That's was TV needed.  New ideas.  New approaches.  And that's
what the channel was getting....

   "Shit...." she muttered again and turned the chair round so she was
facing the papers on her desk.  The DVD disc was still in the machine and
the papers told her one thing; there was no way in hell they would ever be
able to broadcast this episode of `The Housewives of the City'.  No way. 
"Shit, shit, shit...." she repeated.  It wasn't just that the episode was
too much, there was also legal threats from four of the cast's husbands to
sue over it.  She sighed and pressed the intercom button.  "Is he here
yet?" she said.

   The voice of her secretary paused.  "No," the girl finally said.

   "Motherfucker!" Stacy said.  She hit the button again.  "Fuck him!  He
turns up, tell him he's fucking fired!  Now get me legal to clear this
shithead's mess up!"



   **************



   48 hours ago....



   Claudia Lane's house.

   She had learned to ignore the cameraman long ago as she marched past him
into her kitchen.  "Steve!" the blonde yelled to her husband, podgy, white
man, who was making himself a sandwich.  "Steve, remember your diet!" she
told him looking at the contents of the sandwich.  Tomatoes, cheese and
mayo...  She whipped the mayo away and saw the disappointment on his face.
"Don't give me that look, you want another heart attack?"

   With that Claudia threw the mayo back in the fridge and marched out of
the kitchen into the hallway.  She stopped as the stairs as she watched the
young woman coming down the stairs.  Her eyes up and down the brunette in
jeans and the sweater.  A phone was stuck to the woman's ear.  "Honey,"
Claudia said softly, tears starting to well up in her black-lined eyes. 
She took the phone out of her trouser suit pocket and framed the young
woman in the screen.  She took the picture.  "19 years already." she said.

   19 years....  So much time, so fast.  She could remember those days with
Steve after he'd set up the building company in London.  The hours he'd
worked.  But he made time to be there for the birth of Ashley, then it was
back to work again.  And now they were rich with a compnay that was on a
global platform.  They moved to the US in the `90s and despite the recent
downturn and been well enough off to stay here.

   "Mom," 19 year-old Ashley Lane sighed, her accent had that strange
mid-atlantic twang.  Her birthday had been two days ago.  For most of those
two days, she had found her mother taking picture after picture.

   "Don't." Claudia sniffed.  "Just yesterday I was screaming my lungs out
in pain and then this little, tiny..."

   "Jeez." Ashley sighed, glancing at the camera.

   "...bundle of joy POPPED outta me.  19 years already...."

   Ashley rolled her eyes and went back to her phone.

   Claudia was beaming as she looked at her daughter.  "Whatever plans you
got for tonight, cancel them!  We are going out."

   The young woman looked at her mother, and said with a note of
trepidation, "Where?"

   "Don't worry, your father has a meeting tonight, so he won't be around
to ruin things." Claudia smiled.  "It's be just the girls!"

   Ashley blinked.  The `girls' meant one thing.  The rest of the TV show.
Her mother had always tried to bring her into the `TV show'.  She'd gotten
used to the cameras now but why did they have be everywhere?  She even
tried to bring it into a doctor's appointment!  "The girls?" she asked.

   "Tina has fluttered her eyes and we got a VIP section in the Golden Bowl
tonight." Claudia said.  Ashley perked up at that.  The Golden Bowl was a
private club and gambling place.  Every celebrity had been seen at the
place.  Tina was Tina Hearns, wife of one of the boss of one of the p and
coming industrial companies.  She was also extremely proud of the fake
breasts she had gotten recently, another moment captured in HD quality on
the TV show.  "This is a one-off.  You are never going to get in there for
another two years."

   Ashley turned and skipped upstairs.  She stopped suddenly.  "Can I
invite some friends?" she asked.

   Claudia smiled.  "No." she told her daughter.  "And no posting on that
facebook, either.  We are not getting thrown out of there." She watched her
daughter head back up towards her room.



   Amelia Horst's house.

   "I know, but I've heard from good sources that Tina was bad-mouthing
me...." Amelia Horst swirled the wine round the glass as she listened to
the phone.  "I haven't done anything to justify it.  I don't know where
those rumours of me and her husband came from.  I mean, sweetheart, have
you seen her husband?  The man should not be allowed out of the house he's
that ugly!" Amelia knocked back the wine.  "Ug-le-y....!"

   She stopped and listened again.

   "Who?" she asked, blinking her long, eyelashes.  "That fake bitch!  How
the hell did she get into the Bowl - Wait." Amelia smiled, nodding.  "I
know how.  Oh, I know how.  And trust me.  Not a surprise she would have
used that trick.  That woman's second home is a back alley...  Okay, bye,
sweetie.  Bye."





   *



   The female producer was already censoring the footage in her head as
Amelia put the phone down.  It wasn't really bad, just `bitch' and `damn'
and `hell' but it was enough to get the network worried.  That was the one
thing about the show that was real.  Amelia Horst hated Claudia Lane with a
passion.  It was something the show was happy to play up.  The number of
times those two women were `just' passing and `didn't know' the other was
there.  And the way camera angles would change without showing any cameras.
After a moment's silence the producer smiled.  "And?" she asked.

   Amelie looked at the sweet young producer who sat next to the camera. 
She'd got used to the whole `reality' TV thing now.  "All I wanted was a
fresh start.  I didn't ask for the grief and problems that those two people
have caused me." The tears started to well up.  "The stress I have been put
under because I was being helpful!  I have nothing against Ashley but
frankly I fear for her with a mother and father like those.  They give
green cards to anyone these days."

   "And cut." the producer said.

   Amelia straightened up and wiped the tears away and put the half of
onion back into the small plastic box.  She's use it in a salad later. 
"That do?" she asked.

   "Fine." the producer said writing something down on the pad of paper. 
"I take it you'll be ready at nine?"

   "The Bowl?" Amelia smiled.  "Of course.  I wouldn't miss the birthday
girl's night for a second."



   Claudia Lane's House.  Evening.

   Claudia smoothed the black dress down with her well-manicured hands. 
Her husband had left two hours ago and she could hear the sounds of her
daughter getting ready.  She walked towards the bedroom door and swept out
into the hall in full view of the camera.  "Ashley!  Honey!  You ready? 
The car will be here."

   "Five minutes, mom!" came the reply.

   Claudia walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.  She fixed herself
an orange juice and sipped at it.  She heard the footsteps and gasped as
she saw the vision of womanhood who stood at the kitchen door.  Ashley had
slipped into her own little black dress.  Her hair was done beautifully and
the make-up low-key.  "Oh, my God...." Claudia breathed and the tears
welled up.  These ones were real however, not the usual acting job she
could pull for the cameras.  She was looking, not at her daughter, but a
young woman.  She could remember the first time she found her daughter
playing with her clothes, the dress trailing and the shoes more like beach
sandals the way they flipped-flopped on the feet.  She remembered the small
girl with brown hair who started walking up and down the room like a model
and now saw the young brunette.  The dress wasn't trailing and the shows
fitted perfectly.  "Come here." Claudia motioned her daughter over.

   "Do I look all right?" Ashley asked.

   The tears started.  "You look perfect." Claudia sniffed and put her arms
around Ashley.  "I am so proud of you." The doorbell sounded.  "That's the
car." She took her daughter's arm and walked the young woman through the
house to the front door.  She opened it and let Ashley see the long black
limousine.  "Happy birthday, baby."



   The Golden Bowl.  Evening.

   Claudia and Ashley pulled up in front of the casino and got out into an
explosion of flashes from cameras and calls from the paparazzi.  They swept
in passed the large black doormen and were met in the black marble lined
foyer by young woman.  She was wearing a plain black dress with her blonde
hair falling around her shoulders.  "My name is Sunny," she greeted them
and shook their hands.  Another young woman appeared with a tray of
champagne.  Claudia took a glass and Sunny held out one for Ashley.

   "Ah, ah." Claudia shook her head.  "Too young."

   "Of course." Sunny smiled and put the glass back on the tray. 
"Something soft." she told the other woman who walked off.  "If you follow
me, the rest of your party has arrived and are in the VIP section.

   Claudia and Ashley started following Sunny.  "Nice place." Claudia
whispered to her daughter as they walked passed the high golden beams
through two more sets of doors.  Sunny produced a keycard and swiped it
through the pad next to a door marked `VIP Only'.  They could heard the
sound of people nearby as well as the noise from falling cash.  "Is it true
about the waterfalls made out of coins?" Claudia asked as the door opened.

   "Completely." Sunny replied.  "Have you never been here before?"

   "No.  Busy life, you know."

   The young woman smiled.  "Well maybe we'll see you again." she said and
led the two woman past a row of doors on one side, stopping to let me see
out the windows on the other.  The two woman gasped as they saw they were
overlooking the main gambling hall.  Tables of roulette and slots where
everywhere.

   "Oh, my...." Ashley gasped as she saw the money waterfall.  A huge
glassed display of coins that continued to fall from ceiling to floor. 
Claudia recognised some of the faces below.

   "I wonder if your father would agree to letting us have one of those?"
she smiled.

   "Have we gone upstairs?" Ashley asked.

   "No, the main hall is actually below street level." Sunny told them. 
"There are several more areas above us devoted to particular games."

   "Is that where..." Claudia pointed to the doors.

   "That's the VIP lounges.  Sound-proofed and privacy guaranteed.  We have
a select clientele that like's it privacy."

   Claudia nodded.  "I so agreed.  Privacy is so necessary."

   Ashley rolled her eyes then stared as brunette walked out of one of the
door, wearing a dress that was split open down to her belly button and
slipt up her right thigh.  Ashley nudged her mother and nodded to the
brunette, who was also walking arm-in-arm with two tall, black men.  They
recognised her as Cary Jennings, movie star.

   "Your party is waiting," Sunny told them and walked up a few more doors
then stopped and opened the door in front of them.  The women walked into a
plush suite and Ashley blushed as the seven members of the show cheered. 
"Ashley!" Tina Hearns came up and kissed them both on the cheek.  Campagne
was wheeled in by Sunny and another young woman who both then left.

   Ashley was greeted by all of them.  Tilly Janes, an ex-model, and
Georgia Limsole, who made her money through selling millionaires
multi-million dollar homes.  Wilma Tomes, who got lucky on the stack market
and Rheanne Doltice, tho only black woman on the show.  Adrienne Hennessy,
a wealthy accountant's wife and Paula Sowen, `just a housewife' she would
tell people.

   "Happy late birthday," Victoria Ermin smiled and kissed the young woman
on her cheek.  Ashley returned the kiss to the wife of an IT millionaire.
"So sorry you having to spent the evening with all these old folk when you
could be out with a nice, young man."

   "Oh, I..." Ashley started.

   "Hush," Victoria put a finger on Ashley's lips.  "Here." Ashley saw the
glass of champagne in front of her.

   "Vicky, what are you doing?" Claudia said and took the glass from
Victoria.

   "Claudia, honey, don't worry." she took the glass back and held it
towards Ashley again.  "It's apple juice,"

   Ashley saw the woman wink and smiled.  She took the glass and sipped it.
She had drank beer before but this was her first time trying champagne.  A
look crossed her mother's face.  "Mmmm."

   "Vicky, you will be the death of me one day." Claudia shook her head and
took a glass for herself.

   Victoria leaned towards Ashley.  "Don't worry about the camera, the shit
I've done that was cut..." she took a glass and pulled Ashley towards the
group.

   Welcome to adulthood, she thought as the party was getting on, Clara
watched her mother and the rest of the women make sure there was plenty of
gossip being made for the camera and putting on their best poses.  It was
all so fucking fake, she thought.  The truth was outside of thr TV show
they never really socialised.  Production assistants would be on the phone
telling each other what the latest news was.  Ashley had seen the
engineering of situations happen, had overheard the discussions of
catfights that hadn't happened.  There was even the `shock' arrest of one
of the women.  It had been meant to be Rheanne but the producer had stopped
that mentioning something about getting the only black woman in the cast
arrested might seem a bit `off'.  That was the other thing.  Since when did
reality involve casts?  Casts were actors, or extras.  Casts were not part
of real life.  They were not real.  She'd seen one bit of the show where
one member swore blind that only her and one other person knew a particular
bit of information.  The woman had not seemed to think of the people behind
the cameras, or the editors, or the producers.  Did they think the audience
were that stupid?  Ashley stopped herself.  having seen some of the online
forums it was possible they were.

   Ashley looked toward the camera and for the first time noticed the man
behind it.  He was older than her by about ten or twelve years and black. A
smalll man, he'd been one of the rotating crew they had in the house.  She
hadn't really noticed him before.  He seemed to be tensing up strangely as
he held the camera, a light, medium-sized model.  As she looked at him her
eyes dropped down and she caught bulge on his crotch.  Ashley looked away
immediately, blushing at her behaviour.  She downed another glass of her
`apple juice' and turned back to the circle of women.  She also was feeling
a little warm.

   The evening went the same way it always did with these things.  The
women started chatting about things that that always had.  Ashley looked at
them.  She'd stopped listening half an hour ago.  The whole thing was for
the camera.  So.  Fucking.  Fake, She downed another glass of `apple
juice'. It was starting to get warm in here, she noted.  Ashley put the
glass down and leant towards her mother.  "I'm going out to get some air."
she told her.

   "Okay, sweety." Claudia smiled.  "Remember, no gambling."

   "Mom," Ashley sighed and stood up a little unsteady.

   "And no more `apple juice'." Ashley warned and turned back to the group.
"So listen, Tina, I told that two-faced witch...."

   Ashley straightened her dress and smiled at the cameraman.  He was
looking a little hot himself, taking slow and deep breaths.  The bulge had
changed.  Grown, maybe?  Ashley had a boyfriend but so far she hadn't gone
as far full sex with him.  A hand job and a blow job, sure but proper sex?
She hadn't felt ready for that.  Besides, the way her mother acted, she
wouldn't be surprised there wasn't a deal for it to be discussed for the
show.  Another family `crisis' to be gone over for the snooping public. 
She looked up and caught him watching her.  Ashley blushed and coughed then
headed for the door.

   She walked into the corridor and leant on the barrier next to the
one-way window.  It felt cooler out here.  She looked over the casino
below. The bodies were mingling and the money was passing hands.  Most of
it into the casino's bank.  She watched someone win at the machines and
someone else win at cards.  Then they both put their winnings back right
back.  Idiots, Ashley smirked.  Hadn't they seen the movie `Casino'?

   "Hi,"

   Ashley jumped at the voice.  She looked round and saw it was Cary
Jennings.  Ashley swallowed.  Cary - Fucking - Jennings!  "I...."

   "Not seen you here before." Cary smiled.

   "No...." Holy fucking shit.  Cary fucking Jennings!  "No.  It's my
first...."

   "Oooh." Cary smiled and Ashley saw her eyes roaming up and down her. 
"Could you come with me...."

   Ashley blinked.  "I...." She looked at the door to the party that was
meant to be for her.  She could picture them.  Still talking, still playing
for the cameraman with the bulge.  She shook her head, getting the image of
the black man out of her head.  She looked at the movie star and saw her in
one of the doorways.  The woman had a weird look in her eye as she nodded
to Ashley.  Cary suddenly walked towards her and took her hand.  The star's
touch sent a buzz through her body.  Ashley found herself following the
woman into the suite.



   *



   "...has been bad," The words of Tilly James faded out in Claudia's ears.
God, the woman could bore for the country.  She was always complaining
about something.  "Zero is perfectly healthy size to be!" Claudia watched
the ex-model shove another sandwich into her mouth.  She turned to see
where her daughter was and found herself watching the camera man shift his
hand away from his crotch.  He seemed to be having trouble breathing as
well.



   *



   "Jes..." Ashley gulped as she stared ahead of her.  She was looking at
the same two black males she'd seen with Cary earlier standing on either
side of the bed.  Naked.  Very naked, she thought looking at their
crotches. Two very naked, very erect, very black cocks.  "I...."

   She jumped as she felt the hands on her shoulders and felt the female
body press against her.  She smelled the perfume and remembered who it was.
Ashley turned and found herself in the movie stars arms, crushed against
her breasts.  "I...."

   "I like to watch." Cary Jennings purred, sliding her arms around and
cupping Ashley's ass in her hands.  "I wanna watch."

   "Oh, I..." Ashley couldn't take her eyes from the two naked black men.
"Miss Jennings," she gasped and felt the soft hands cup her breasts then
squeeze.  "I..." She pushed herself forward away from the woman and turned
her back on the men.  The image of those cocks was stuck in her head.  "I
am just a..." Ashley saw the lust in Cary Jennings eyes.  Cary stepped
forward and Ashley backed away.  "You don't understand." she said again and
felt something prod against her ass.  "OOOH!" she yelped and jumped
forward. Right into the lustful movie stars arms again.

   "I want to watch those two, handsome black studs fuck you." Cary
Jennings leered.  "Or do I tell the management?"

   Management, Ashley wondered.  Then remembered the black dress of the
hostess Sunny.  Understanding hit her.  "Miss Jennings, I think there's a
mistake..." Ashley said, staring at the two black cocks.  The men were
stroking them to an impressive hardness.

   "No mistake." Cary breathed into her ear and started kissing her neck.

   Ooooooh, fuck, Ashley thought feeling the gentle kisses.  Cary Jennings
is nymphomaniac!  "Miss Jennings, I am a ghhhuuu..." The heat in the room
seemed to be climbing.  The movie star was caressing her breasts gently. 
The two black men had grins on their faces, obviously enjoying the sight.
More than that, Ashley found herself enjoying the soft touch and kisses
herself.  She felt the dull throb between her thighs returning and looked
at the men, naked and hard and moaned as Cary's hand slid down between her
legs.

   "Good girl?" Cary whispered into her ear.  "No such thing," she
continued and Ashley gasped as she felt the wet tongue push into her ear.
"Not in this place."

   "Ohhh..." Ashley panted.  Jeez.  it was getting hot.  The hand had began
to stroke between her legs.  "I can...  hhhuuu...."



   *



   "Let's cut the shit," Tina Hearns smiled , raising a freshly-filled
glass.  "Forget the crap for the TV.  Here's to Ashley!" She looked about.
"Where is she?"

   Claudia looked back from the camera man.  "Had to step outside." she
told the group.

   "Ohh, god...." he muttered.

   "What's up with him?" Tilly James asked.

   "Maybe it's the heat." Wilma Tomes replied.  "It is feeling a little
hot."

   Tina leaned over to Tilly and the women looked at his crotch and both
smiled.



   *



   "I'mmmm...." Ashley moaned as she felt her body seem to surrender to the
movie star's touch.  "...Just a guehhhst...." she finished and felt Cary
Jennings stop.  The woman didn't step back.

   "Guest?  First time here?" Cary started kissing her neck again as the
young woman nodded.  "Shall I stop?"

   Jesus, it was hot in here, Ashley thought and realised she was enjoying
the situation.  Her pussy was enjoying the situation.  She felt the dress
loosen and felt Cary Jennings breath into her ear again.  "I still wanna
see these studs use you're sexy body...." Cary whispered.  "Have you ever
had two big, black cock inside you, fucking you?"

   "Oh, god..." Ashley moaned as she felt Cary's crotch rubbing againt her
ass....

   "Stretching open you sweet pussy?"

   "I...."

   Cary squeezed the young woman's breasts.  "Your nipples are so hard,"
she sighed.  "You want to feel those black boys inside you."

   "...uuuuhhhhh..."

   "...Fucking you so damn hard...."

   Ashley looked at the two black cocks in front of her.  The men were
grinning and nodding, both stroking their cocks.  Ashley had given two blow
jobs and several hand jobs in her young life.  But so far had avoided full
sex.  How could you have a serious relationship with damn camera in your
face every day?  She blinked as they eased their foreskins back, the two
thick, purple heads already were pumping out liquid.

   "You want to taste them..." she heard Cary's voice in her ear.  "Touch
them...."

   "So hot..." Ashley gasped.

   "No," Cary sighed.  "Horny.  You can't take your eyes off them.  Reach
out and touch one.  Feel how fucking hard he is."

   Ashley felt the dress drop and looked down to see she was in her lacy
underwear with the black dress around her ankles.  She felt light-headed
and almost seeemd to be floating, watching herself each forward.  The black
man stepped forward and Ashley watched herself touch his cock, caressing
it.

   "Hold it," Cary told her and Ashley clasped her fingers around the hard
pulsing shaft.  It felt so hot and hard and she started instinctively
stroking back and forth.  "That's right." Cary whispered.  "Nice and slow.
Get it good and hard for that pussy."

   "I shouldn't..."

   "Why?" the movie star asked teasingly.

   "I don't know him." Ashley replied.

   "Neither do I.  He doesn't know you."

   "This is so wrong...." Ashley moaned and felt the hand slide down
between her thighs.  Cary Jennings was feeling her up!

   "No.  You want to feel that black cock inside you." Cary told her. 
"Throbbing deeeeeep inside you...."

   Ashley moaned as the fingers on her crotch began stroking up and
down.....





   *



   Tina grabbed the camera and put it down on the floor as Tilly pulled the
camera man towards a chair.  "Sit down...." she said and looked at him.

   "Lee." he gasped, sitting down.  The women stared at him.  Rheanne
Doltrice got him a glass of water and blinked as he gulped it down.

   "Easy there, hon." she said.  "probably just too hot."

   "Listen, I got to go." he told them.

   "Babe," Tilly told him.  "You stay there till you feel better."

   "No, I got to get..."

   "You really don't want to stand up right now." Tina whispered in his
ear. "You're, eh, showing..."

   "I'm sorry about..." Lee started.

   "Don't apologise," Tina said.  "Feeling a little hot myself."

   "You don't understand." he told the women.

   "We understand perfectly." Tilly smiled and looked down between is legs.

   Claudia watched the women.  A change had seemed to come over them.  It
was slight but there was definitely a change.  The way they were looking at
his crotch, the way Tina's hands were moving towards it, the look in
Rheanne's eye....

   Thank god Ashley had stepped out, she thought.



   *



   "I....  I.....  should...." Ashley gasped as the hand continued to
stroke and rub between her thighs.  She was staring at the thick cock she
held.  "I should go..."

   "No...." the soft, seductive female voice of cary Jennings purred in her
ear.  "Stay.  You want him inside you."

   "This feels...." Ashley moaned, pushing her crotch against the movie
star's hand.  Wrong, she was thinking.  So wrong....

   "Right." Cary teased, tracing her fingertips around the young women's
pussy.  "I can see it.  You want it." Suddenly the hand was sliding down
inside the lacy panties and Ashley leaned back as the fingers found her
pussy lips.  "You are so fucking wet right now, you need it."

   "Uuuuhhh, god...." Ashley moaned, her pussy was on fire as she felt the
fingers slowly dip inside her....

   "Those big, black cocks inside you, fucking you..." Cary breathed, her
fingers gently moving in and out of the young woman, then finding her
clit....

   "AAAAHHHH!" Ashley gripped the thick, hard cock in her hand and cried
out as she felt orgasm pulse through her body....



   *



   "No...." Lee told them again and tried to stand up.  Claudia could swear
she saw a change in his eyes.  A loud RRRRRIIIIPPPP filled the room and the
women gasped.  They all looked as his trousers ripped along the thighs.....


   "Oh, my god!" Tina gasped as his shirt followed, buttons hooting off and
pinging off the walls.  The women fell back as muscles seemed to pulse and
expand as he fell to the floor still trying to get to the door......



   *



   The pulses of pleasure were coursing through her body and Cary held onto
her.  Ashley felt the movie star slide a finger down and around her pussy
lips then ease it inside her and hook her.  She felt the woman's other hand
sliding down her panties then a second finger pushing inside her. 
"Oooh..."

   "Yes," Cary whispered in her ear.  "I can smell how horny you are.  You
want it soooooo bad...."

   "....oooohhhh..." Ashley let her head drop back onto the woman's
shoulder.

   "Take them...." Cary coaxed.  "Take them both..."

   "Mmmmmhhh...." Ashley felt the movie star's thumbs both playing up and
down and around her clit.  The fingers were gently pushing in and out, in
and out.  "Oh, god....  Oh, God..." she muttered as the waves of pleasure
were getting stronger again.....

   "Take them!" the older woman hissed into her ear then kissed her neck
again.  "Those big fucking cocks pounding into your soaking wet hole." She
pulled a hand up and make a play of licking her finger in front of young
woman.  "And you so fucking wet!  Mmmmmmm....."

   "Oh, God....!!!!" Ashley croed out as the thumb working her clit
triggered another climax.....

   Cary narrowed her eyes as the young woman mouth something.  "What was
that, honey?" she breathed.

   "....." Ashley mouthed the word again.

   "Say it again..."

   "....Yesssssss....." Ashley gasped as the climax gently ebbed away. 
"....yeeeessss....."

   Cary looked at the two black men and smiled.....





   *



   "What the fuck is happening to him!" Tilly said in shock as Lee had
fallen onto all fours.

   "AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" he cried, as his back and shoulders were
stretching and growing in girth.  Veins were throbbing in every part of his
body as .  His thighs had become as thick as tree trunks.  They looked on
as he raised his head with the thickening neck.  The thin face had widened
and the meek look in his eye had gone and was replaced by....

   "Holy fuck!" Rheanne gasped.....

   "RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRR!!!!!" the now giant, muscular man
roared as he tossed the shredded shirt and trousers aside and stood up
tall. And naked.....
   END OF PART 1