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Passing The Playmate
By Anynom
Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. A sudden idea that came to me. Enjoy.
For many, it was the bastion of male fantasies, the place where one man lived the dream of men the world over: A mansion packed with incredibly gorgeous women who had the habit of doffing their clothes for publication, all seen over by the man responsible for making naked women look classy, a place any heterosexual male would give his right arm to explore for a night: The Playboy Mansion.
While most of its infamous swinging sex escapades had been dulled over time and changing climates, the Mansion was still a terrific place to have a good time, with parties that included gorgeous women, many of whom had appeared in the pages of "Playboy" and who had no problems showing off to others.
The Mansion was in full party mode right now, with the annual party that was always a fun time: The celebration of the crowning of the Playmate of the Year with a huge bash to boot. Hugh Hefner was playing the host, his age seemingly not mattering to the bevy of blondes surrounding him. Photographers were around, covering the parties both inside the mansion itself and the poolside area, covering the bash that would usually end up being one of the biggest of the year.
Interestingly, the guest of honor herself was actually taking a break from the spotlight. Brande Roderick was in one of the infamous alcoves in the pool area, sighing as she sat in the hot tub inside. She was wearing a green bikini that showcased the body that had caused her to be named Playmate of the Year, long blond hair wet behind her as she sat back in the tub. She crossed her long legs under the water as she allowed the jets to soothe her body.
It had been a whirlwind for Brande ever since she'd first appeared in "Playboy." She'd gotten a part on "Baywatch" only to have the show finally reach its long-awaited end. But with her role as Playmate of the Year, she was now in a position to get more work, hopefully another show. And the cash definitely didn't hurt and hey, the Mansion was always open to her. Still, the constant pressure of it all got to Brande a bit and she just needed a little time to relax was all.
"Pretty wild, isn't it?" At the soft voice, Brande looked up and was surprised to see arguably the best known Playmate of the last few years enter the alcove. Pamela Anderson wore a white bikini that barely held in one of the most infamous set of breasts in the world, rose tattoo circling her upper left arm, blond hair billowing out from behind her. To many, Pamela was the ultimate success story for all Playmates: "Baywatch" going to "VIP" to slews of product endorsements and plenty of money and fame. She held the record for the most cover appearances of any past Playmate. In fact, the issue after Brande's Playmate of the Year cover was going to be yet another photo spread of Pamela, her first since her breast reduction.
Brande had only met Pamela a couple of times during events such as this and had found her to be much smarter than most people would have thought. She only played a ditz on TV, in real life, she had a smart head for business and had shown how to build fame up for Playmates. Brande could only hope to do half as well as she did.
"I thought I'd get some privacy," Brande shrugged.
"Yeah, mansion's got plenty of places for that," Pamela said as she slipped into the tub, sighing as the warm water hit her. "So, how's the pressure been hitting you?"
"A bit overwhelming," Brande nodded. "I didn't expect to be picked, thought the 'Baywatch' thing would be the crest."
"Well, I went the opposite route," Pamela said. "POTY first, then 'Baywatch.'"
"Yeah, but you helped make it a hit, I ended up in the last season." "Part of the whole Hollywood game," Pamela shrugged. "Come on, you have to admit it feels good not to have to be in that damn suit every day for hours on end."
"There is that," Brande grinned. "Don't suppose 'VIP' is looking for any openings?"
"Well, there's never too much T&A on TV," Pamela nodded. "But at least feel out the options first before you commit. Makes things easier."
"Easy for you to say," Brande said. "Everything's come together for you. Just how do you feel about always taking your clothes off?"
"I thought about stopping after my kids were born," Pamela said. "But hey, I'm only young and beautiful once, right? Might as well get every mileage out of it that I can. Hell, a few years from now, my son might actually get a kick out of knowing how hot his mom is to guys."
"I don't even want to think about families just yet," Brande sighed. "I don't know, it's not that I hate it of course, it just feels a little weird to have total strangers know what you look like naked. How do you handle it?"
"I got used to it fast," Pamela said, moving a bit towards Brande. "In fact...." She reached behind her and untied her top, throwing it aside and moving up a bit, allowing her generous breasts to rise up.
"What are you doing?" Brande said, staring at Pamela's exposed chest. Even without the implants, they were still amazing, nice, large and round and Brande had to admit she felt the temptation to reach out and touch them.
"Ah, relax," Pamela said. "I just feel better in the water naked." She was making some motions underneath that Brande could tell were her bikini shorts shoved off. "Come on, it's not like you haven't sen it before."
"That's the truth," Brande said, still a little nervous so close to a naked woman but Pamela seemed all right.
"I often go into a tub naked," Pamela said. "It just feels so nice, to sit here and feel the nice warm water on your naked skin, it feels so nice to feel the nice warm water on your skin, so nice and warm, it's so nice and warm to have the water right on your skin. You just feel yourself becoming very relaxed as the warm water hits your skin, you feel yourself becoming very relaxed, so very relaxed feeling the water on your skin, you feel so relaxed with the water on your skin, so warm and relaxed, warm and relaxed, you just feel so warm and relaxed with the water on your skin, so very warm and relaxed, it feel so good to be warm and relaxed like this, Brande, so very good. You feel so good with the warm water on your skin, don't you feel good, Brande, don't you feel so good?"
"Y yes...." Brande whispered, her eyes fixed on Pamela's as they bore into her, Pamela carefully weaving her hypnotic spell. It had been a while since she had entranced anyone fresh.
She usually had to rely on using trigger words to send some of her "VIP" co-stars or crew into a trance for some fun but she couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. Truth to tell, it had become something of a ritual for Pamela to entrance the Playmate of the Earth, Jenny McCarthy, Stacy Sanches and Karen McDougal ones she often checked up on from time to time. And now, she had another one falling into her power.
"You feel so good, Brande, the warm water feels so good on your skin but it could feel better, you want the warm water to cover you, Brande you want the warm water to cover you and it can't cover you as long as you're wearing that suit so take off the suit, Brande, take off the suit, just slide off that suit, Brande, take off your suit and feel the warm water flow over you. Take it off, Brande, take the suit off and feel yourself become even more warm and relaxed, Brande, even more warm and relaxed as you take off your suit and let the nice warm water flow all over you."
Slowly, Brande let her hands drift behind her, undoing the back of her bikini top and sliding it off, her eyes still glassy as she kept her gaze on Pamela's eyes. Her breasts fell free, floating nicely on the water, large breasts with very large aureoles, the nipples tight already. Brande slid her hands under the water and slipped off her bottoms, then sighed in pleasure as the water flowed over her completely.
"Yes, you feel nice and warm and totally relaxed, Brande, totally relaxed," Pamela whispered, floating slowly towards Brande, keeping her gaze fixed totally on Brande's blank eyes, driving her deeper into a trance. "Totally relaxed, Brande, totally and completely relaxed, so totally relaxed, Brande, so totally relaxed and warm, relaxed and warm, Brande, relaxed and warm and open, Brande, relaxed and warm and open to whatever I say, open to whatever I do, open to whatever I do, Brande, open to anything."
With that, Pamela wrapped her arms around Brande's neck and moved forward, pressing her lips on Brande's, kissing the woman long and hard. There was a brief pause before Brande slowly responded, kissing Pamela right back, their ample chests pressing against one another as they two embraced. After a few moments, Pamela broke the kiss off and moved her face to Brande's chest, pulling her up slightly so her breasts were over the water as she kissed and licked at the tits, rubbing her hands over Brande's breasts as she took one in her mouth and suckled on it. Brande moaned in pleasure as she ran her hands underwater to Pamela's ass, squeezing the cheeks and hearing Pamela coo in pleasure as she had her mouth full of tit, tongue circling the large aueroele as she sucked on the nipple hard.
Pamela slowly lifted Brande up, moving her towards one of the steps to the tub. "Grip the top and hold on tight," she hissed and Brande obeyed, her breasts above the water as Pamela pulled her so she was stretched on the hot tub's surface. Pamela held Brande up by the ass cheeks, allowing her clit to be exposed above the water slightly. She moved forward, tongue reaching out and licking at the exposed pussy, lapping at the blonde pussy, her hands squeezing at Brande's buttocks as her tongue continued to work at the younger woman. Brande moaned, her hands sticking fast to the edge of the tub, loving how Pamela bounced her slightly, her breasts moving briefly underwater, the warm surface relaxing her and turning her on as Pamela kept on licking her out, the water creating waves as they enjoyed themselves that matched the waves of passion flowing over Brande's body. With a hiss and a cry, Brande came, blasting herself onto Pamela's face, the older blonde licking away every inch of cum she could get from the younger centerfold.
Pamela brought Brande down, pushing her onto the steps of the tub, kissing her hard once more. She took one of Brande's hands and brought it underwater, down to Pamela's pussy, sliding it into the lips, Pamela moaning as she felt the fingers start to go at her. They kissed through it all, one of Brande's hands working at Pamela's pussy, the other going to her breasts, rubbing all over those still impressive tits. Pamela pressed her breasts into Brande's face, letting the hypnotized blonde lick all over them, pressing her face in the impressive cleavage, tongue sliding along the nice curves. Through it all, her fingers kept right on working at Pamela's pussy, sliding in and out of the passage and working around inside as she did, Pamela's moans echoing through the small cavern as she did, building to a scream as she came, her juices mixing into the tub as Brande kept on licking and kneading her tits.
After a few moments of kissing, Pamela broke off and ordered Brande to redress. As soon as she had, and Pamela put on her own suit, she spoke. "Brande, when you hear me snap my fingers, you'll wake up. You won't remember what has happened here and you won't remember my being here at all. But you will feel refreshed and relaxed and satisfied and if you ever hear me and only me say the words 'Baywatch Brande,' you'll fall back into this wonderful relaxed state."
Brande blinked her eyes, shaking her head. She could have sworn she heard someone snap or something. Probably just stress or maybe the occupants of one of those other alcoves was having a great time. Well, she just needed to relax a bit, that was all, just relax.
Pamela smiled as she left the pool area, heading to the changing rooms. It was always great to get a new hypnotized lover into her little collection, the feeling giving her a high that lasted for days. She still felt like she needed to let go on someone though, someone soon. Then she realized she was in a mansion with several Playmates she'd personally become acquainted with. Maybe it was time she let some of those Bunnies romp around a bit.
THE END
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