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Jennifer Lawrence: First Class Service
by Geminiguy (iamgeminiguy@yahoo.com)

***

It was the last day of Comic-Con. Things hadn't gone 
right all day and were still going wrong. But after her 
car broke down and she met the good-looking tow trucker 
driver, Jennifer felt things were about to turn around 
for her. (MF, mast, oral, celeb-parody)

***
	
Author's Note: This is by request from RU's very own 
Duke_Bigelow. He and I had been talking about it for 
months, and I finally found time to write it for him. I 
hope you enjoy this, Duke! G]

***

PROLOGUE

The young man was in his uncle's basement, in what he 
called his "man cave". It was where he lived since he 
turned eighteen. His parents had kicked him out and his 
uncle took him in. He'd always been into cars so he 
decided to go to automotive school. He worked part time 
at night.

After he graduated he had a hard time finding a 
mechanics job believe it or not. So he kept his part 
time job and worked on friends' cars during the day.

He was in his mid-to-late twenties. He didn't have a 
girlfriend, though he did well enough with the ladies, 
the ones who enjoyed the bad boy look.

But he was obsessed with one lady. A lady he could never 
have in his wildest dreams. A lady who morphed into a 
blue mutant.

He was a huge X-Men fan.

He had seen every movie when they'd come out in the 
theater. And of course he'd seen the most recent one, X-
Men: First Class.

And he immediately fell in lust with Jennifer Lawrence 
as Raven a.k.a. Mystique.

After the movie ended he went out to find a bootleg 
copy, watching it over and over until the official DVD 
was released.

He knew the scenes featuring Raven by heart. He'd go 
straight to them and pause the movie.

This day was no different. He was watching the movie on 
his huge, flat screen TV, leaning back in his easy 
chair.

his shirt was open, revealing his hairy, muscular and 
well-tanned torso. His jeans and briefs were around his 
ankles as he masturbated vigorously to the large screen 
image of his fantasy girl.

His cock throbbed in his hand violently. He was grunting 
and groaning, imagining pumping his cock in and out of 
Jennifer Lawrence's tight pussy.

The sight of her as Mystique gave him an idea of what 
the younger woman would look like naked. What a body... 
What tits... What an ass...

He thrust up his hips, jerking off hard as he cried out 
"Ohhh, Jennifer!!!" and the first bolt of jizz shot out 
and hit his chest.

Jerking his cock faster, he spurt out bolt after bolt of 
his hot load all over his chest and six-pack.

He finally stoked out the last bit of jizz as he caught 
his breath.

"Ohhh, Jennifer..." He moaned softly.

He happened to notice a glob of jizz on the patch on his 
work shirt. He flicked it off. The patch read Blake...

Jennifer Lawrence was glad the Comic-Con was over. It'd 
been a good week, but today...today had been a different 
story.

For the previous days of the event, Jennifer went as 
Raven, her X-Men character's human form. But for the 
last day she was supposed to go as Mystique.

Not in full body makeup. Jennifer was to wear her X-Men 
uniform, which showed off the twenty-two year-old's 
large, firm breasts.

So her hair, face, neck and breasts were in makeup only. 
But it wasn't the same makeup used on the set of X-Men: 
First Class.

The makeup was irritating Jennifer's skin, and seemed to 
worsen as the day wore on. Not to mention she was having 
an allergic reaction to the color contact lenses.

But Jennifer didn't want to let down the fans, so she 
troppered on.

And was glad when Comic-Con closed for the night. She 
was able to shower off the shit. Her skin was red as was 
her eyes after she removed the contact lenses but 
otherwise her skin seemed undamaged. And slowly the 
redness became less and less red.

After her shower, she slipped on a white cotton bra and 
matching panties, her dark, unshaven pubes shadowing the 
thin material.

Over those she threw on a t-shirt and tight jeans. But 
not before an pimply-faced intern walked in on her, 
blubbering his apologies. She was already in a bad mood, 
his blubbering only irritated her more. He finally 
scampered off.

Once outside she handed her car keys to the valet 
parking attendant. It wasn't actually hers. She had 
flown down to Kentucky to visit her relatives and 
borrowed her cousin's car.

She drove it down to Comic-Con without incident and was 
now looking forward to getting back.

But the valet attendant couldn't seem to find her car. 
Somehow the lost it. How does someone lose a fucking 
car? Jennifer wondered, feeling her temper rising.

Each guest of Comic-Con was supposed to get his or her 
own parking slot, and it was supposed to be written down 
in the book after it was parked. But the valet attendant 
who parked it didn't record that information and he went 
home with the flu.

It took over half an hour to locate him but he said he 
couldn't remember, so it took another half an hour to 
finally locate the car between the lone three valet 
attendants [There WERE a lot of guests at Comic-Con, 
LOTS of cars].

Finally back behind the wheel of her cousin's car, 
Jennifer sighed in relief and tried to calm down.

"Things can't get any worse," She said out loud.

Luckily the car started right up, making her feel 
positive that thing were looking up.

Jennifer got out of the Comic-Con parking lot and onto 
the road without incident.

She was halfway back to Kentucky when things took a turn 
for the worse. What sounded like a gunshot made Jennifer 
scream. Then the car seemed to move strangely.

Pulling over, she turned off the engine and got out. It 
hadn't been a gun shot. The front tire blew on the 
driver's side. It was shredded.

Sighing, Jennifer reached into the car and popped the 
trunk. Going back, she opened it.

To find no spare tire.

"Darn it!" She hissed. "Nothing is going right today!"

And that's when the downpour started.

Jennifer shrieked. Slamming the trunk, she ran back into 
the car. But not before her t-shirt and jeans soaked 
through. She screamed again, banging on the steering 
wheel.

"Calm down, Jennifer, calm down," She told herself out 
loud. "Take a deep breath. And call for a tow."

Good thinking she thought.

Grabbing her phone, she was sure it's say No Service. 
But she had full bars.

"Yes!" She hissed in triumph.

Jennifer called information as the rain pelted down hard 
on the roof of the car, fortunately knowing exactly 
where she was. She was connected to a tow service. She 
didn't have AAA but said she'd pay by credit card.

She still had to wait another half an hour, but it was 
so dark out it didn't matter now when he arrived.

When Jennifer saw the headlights of the tow truck she 
was never happier or more relieved in her life. She was 
never even worried he might turn out to be a rapist or 
murderer.

Which he wasn't.

Parking in front of her, the tow truck driver stepped 
out of the cab of his truck decked out in a yellow rain 
slicker. But Jennifer could see his face in the strobing 
lights atop the tow truck. He hit a button on the dash 
board and two spotlights flashed on, illuminating 
Jennifer and the car.

"Thanks for coming!" She said gratefully, as she rolled 
down the window when he approached the car.

"What seems to be the problem, ma'am?" He asked in a 
deep Southern accent.

Jennifer found his voice turned her on. As did his 
scraggly black-haired beard.

She had to admit the best part of Comic-Con was having 
the hunky cowboy-type guys tell her how much they loved 
her in X-Men: First Class, or ask for her autograph, or 
to have their picture taken with her.

Jennifer loved that last one, having some strange, sexy 
man put his arm around her. It would make her wet. 
Almost as wet as the rain had made her.

"The front tire blew out," Jennifer said. "Right there," 
She pointed out the window. "And there's no spare."

As soon as she'd stuck her arm out the window the rain 
suddenly stopped. Jennifer shook her head. What luck.

"Well, it's a good thing a brought a few tires, and I 
have just the one for your car. Plus I have a towel too 
if you want to dry off."

"Well, thank you!" She smiled. Things were starting to 
turn around again.

As she opened the car door he took off his rain slicker. 
Jennifer tried not to gawk at his large, muscular arms 
as well as his chest under the tight shirt.

The name patch on his shirt read Blake.

Jennifer also noticed his long black hair. She loved 
long hair on a cowboy-type guy.

Blake went back to the cab of his truck and threw the 
rain slicker behind the seat. Then he grabbed the towel 
from back there too and brought it back to Jennifer.

As he was returning he did some gawking himself at the 
wet beauty. Especially her bra showing through her t-
shirt. But it was her face that made him stop.

"You're Jennifer Lawrence, aren't you?" He blurted out.

She smiled, taking the towel from his hand.

"Yes I am. I take it you're a fan?" She asked as she 
dried her hair, making her large breasts shake with the 
effort.

"I am. I really enjoyed you in X-Men: First Class!" He 
said.

"Thank you! I watched the other X-Men movies growing up 
and was a fan. So being asked to play Mystique was an 
honor for me."

"I'm a fan of all the X-Men movies as well!" Blake 
grinned.

Jennifer liked his grin.

"I was on my way back to Kentucky from Comic-Con," She 
said.

"I wish I'd known there was an X-Men Comic-Con and you 
were going to be at it, I'd have come," He admitted.

Jennifer felt her face growing hot. She was liking Blake 
more and more.

"Let me get to work on the tire!" He said and turned to 
get the jack.

Jennifer watched him work but didn't want to disturb him 
so said nothing. He worked quickly, getting the lug nuts 
off, removing the useless tire and replacing it with the 
brand new one, tightening the lug nuts on it. Jennifer 
had goosebumps watching his arm muscles flex.

"That'll do it," Blake said, wiping his hands on his 
jeans as he stood up. He pressed the button on the jack 
to lower the car back down then pulled it out from under 
the car.

He quoted her the price on the tire.

"What about labor? You coming all the way out here?" 
Jennifer asked as she slipped in the car to get her 
wallet.

"It's on me," He said. "I enjoyed your company, Ms. 
Lawrence."

Awww was what Jennifer wanted to say, but she was 
quickly distracted. Her eyes widened as she became 
frantic.

"No," She said softly. Then "No, no, no!", each word 
louder than the last.

"Is something wrong, Ms. Lawrence?" Blake asked, 
concerned.

"Everything is wrong!" Jennifer cried out. "Nothing has 
gone right today! And now I can't find my wallet. I 
must've left it at Comic-Con..." She kept looking for 
her wallet though.

Blake was good at reading people, and knew she wasn't 
trying to scam him. Plus she WAS Jennifer Lawrence.

"Tell you what," Blake said. "Let's just let it slide 
this time."

"What?" Jennifer said in surprise. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," He said. "I can tell you really had a bad 
day and I don't want to make it any worse."

Jennifer couldn't help liking this guy the longer she 
knew him.

"I could go on and on about how bad today was, but I'm 
trying not to think about it. But I insist on paying 
still. When I get my wallet back I'll call your tow 
truck company and pay over the phone.

"If you really want to, all right, Ms. Lawrence."

"I do," She smiled. "And just call me Jennifer."

"All right. Jennifer. You have a safe trip home, you 
hear?"

"I will! Thank you again!"

Turning the key in the ignition, nothing happened. She 
tried it again. Nothing.

Jennifer screamed. Then she started to cry. Which turned 
into uncontrollable laughter.

"Are you all right, Jennifer?"

"I'm having a nervous breakdown!" She said, giggling, 
tears streaming down her face. "My car won't start now."

"Try it again."

Jennifer did. Nothing.

"Pop the hood for me," Blake said. She did and he got 
under it. "Try again!"

She did.

"All right, I see what's wrong." Blake said, slamming 
the hood shut. "But I don't have the part you need with 
me. I'll have to tow you in."

Jennifer shook her head. Great. Just great.

Grabbing the keys and her cell phone, she locked the car 
and watch Blake attach the car to the cables then raise 
it up off its front tires.

It was starting to getting colder, at least it felt that 
way since Jennifer was still wet. Blake saw her shiver.

"Come on," He said, motioning to the truck.

"I'll turn on the heat for you."

"Best thing I've heard all day," Jennifer said, 
chuckling softly as she followed him to the passenger 
side of the truck. He opened the door like a gentleman 
and helped her into the cab.

"Thank you," She said.

Jennifer sank into the oversized seat with a sigh.

Blake quickly got in and started the engine, then turned 
on the heat full blast.

"Get comfortable, it'll be a half hour before we get to 
the garage," He said.

"Thanking you doesn't seem like enough," Jennifer said, 
feeling a little guilty about all Blake was going 
through for her.

"Don't worry about it," He insisted gallantly.

"But I can't help it," She said. Then suddenly she 
thought of how she could show her appreciation to him. 
"I know!" She blurted.

With a mischievous grin Blake couldn't see because his 
eyes were on the road, Jennifer eased her hand between 
his legs and gave him a squeeze.

"Ohhh..."

He was already hard!

Unzipping his fly, she reached into his pants and fished 
his cock out of his briefs.

"I like what your packing," Jennifer said huskily, 
starting to stroke his large cock.

Blake said nothing, doing his best to focus on the road 
in front of them.

Jennifer stroked his cock faster. He couldn't believe he 
was getting jerked off by Jennifer Lawrence! It couldn't 
get any better than this, Blake thought.

But it did when five minutes later when the blonde 
ducked her head and took his swollen cock into her 
mouth! Blake groaned and reduced his speed.

Jennifer slowly slid her mouth up and off his cock, then 
slowly lowered her mouth back around it. Blake groaned.

Her tongue twirled around his thick shaft and raked up 
the sensitive underside. Blake did his best to keep the 
truck in his own lane.

Jennifer started bobbing her head up and down on his 
cock faster as she unbuttoned and worked her soaked 
jeans off her slim legs, kicking them to the floor. Her 
panties soon followed.

She started rubbing her wet pussy, and it wasn't just 
wet from the rain.

Jennifer started moaning while she sucked his cock.

The vibrations went down his cock and through every 
nerve in his body. He was surprised he didn't lose 
control of the truck.

Faster and faster Jennifer's head bobbed as she slipped 
two fingers up her tight pussy and began to ram them in 
and out.

She was still fingering herself vigorously when Blake 
groaned and started to cum in Jennifer's mouth. She 
quickly swallowed down bolt after heavy bolt, loving the 
taste of his jizz.

She was disappointed when she'd drained him, but curled 
up in a ball as she continued to finger her hot pussy.

Blake increased his speed, hoping to get back to the 
garage before Jennifer tried something else.

IF she tries something else he thought pessimistically.

Her moans grew louder and louder as her fingers traveled 
in and out of her faster and harder. She had never been 
this horny for any man before.

Finally Jennifer cried out as her pussy spasmed. She 
pumped her fingers in and out rapidly as her young body 
convulsed wildly.

After she came she didn't stop. She was ravenous with 
lust.

Jennifer started fingering her pussy from behind as she 
played with her clit from the front. She was gasping and 
groaning, writing on the seat as Blake raced closer to 
the garage.

Then she came again, more intensely then before, but it 
only made Jennifer hornier.

Uncurling herself, she reached for his still hard cock.

"I want this," Jennifer said like a possessed woman.

"Oh, no," Blake groaned. "We're about five minutes from 
town and the garage, can't this wait?"

"No," She said. "Pull over. I want this inside of me 
now!"

Hell, Blake wanted to fuck Jennifer bad too, and it was 
warm and cozy in here anyway...

Pulling over to the shoulder, he put the truck in park 
and unbuckled his seat belt.

Jennifer got on her hands and knees, thrusting her good-
sized, round ass in Blake's face.

Maneuvering himself behind her, he plunged his large 
cock into her wet pussy.

Jennifer cried out as his cock stuffed her full. She 
loved it!

Grabbing her hips, Blake began to pound in and out of 
her pussy hard.

He didn't care about jizzing too quick.

Jennifer was loving the hard pounding. It was just what 
she needed. What she had always needed...

She screamed nearly making Blake deaf as she came more 
intensely than she ever had in her whole life. Jennifer 
gasped and groaned as she tried to catch her breath when 
a second orgasm hit her quickly after the first. She 
never came that quick!

Jennifer came almost continuously for the next fifty 
minutes as Blake kept up the jack hammer pace on her 
sweet pussy. She multi-orgasmed often too, another first 
for her.

Finally Blake cried out and flooded Jennifer's pussy 
with another heavy load, spurting into her about nine 
times before his erection went and slipped out of her.

Jennifer collapsed onto the seat, whimpering softly as 
she caught her breath.

Blake slipped back behind the wheel and put it into 
DRIVE.

Jennifer turned around and the seat and law her head in 
his lap.

"I love you," She said clear as day.

And Blake knew she meant it.

The garage was closed this late. Blake parked the tow 
truck and said to Jennifer. "I'm going to detach your 
car then take you back to my place. If there's anything 
you want from the car get it now."

Jennifer opened the truck door, still half naked and 
scampered out. Since she was already on the passenger 
side she used the key to unlock that door.

Opening it, something tumbled out. Jennifer bent down to 
pick it up.

It was her wallet. It had somehow slipped between the 
car seat and the door.

A fine way to end the day. Jennifer couldn't help but 
giggle... 

THE END

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