Fame
A Collection of Celebrity Erotica
Scarlet’s Web
By Nicholas Emberson
Quincey couldn’t believe how much her life had just changed. Just a month ago, she was a stripper and now here she was working with Scarlet Joanna. It all started when she was working. She had been going around from table to table, talking to guys trying to see if anyone wanted a private dance. Tips were always great and all but the real money was to be made from private dances. As she searched she saw a woman call out to her. She then saw the lady, a curvy redhead with glasses. Along with her was what Quincey assumed was her the lady’s boyfriend and another woman. Quincey was defiantly surprised to see this. She came up and introduced herself as Destiny, as that was her stage name. As she tried her best to charm the trio, Violet walked by and caught the man’s eye. The two began to talk and Destiny felt herself become invisible. She walked away from the table, annoyed.
She couldn’t believe it, Violet did it again. Her potential clients were always getting swiped away by Violet. She looked at her coworker with disgust. Sure, Violet had long purple hair, blue eyes, snow white skin, and a tight little ass. But Quincy was quiet the looker herself. She had long brown curly hair, warm brown eyes, sun-kissed tan skin and a nice round frim ass. Not to mention her perky bust. She didn’t see what always drove men to Violet. Perhaps it was her bubbly ditzy voice. Maybe guys picked up on the vine that Quincey didn’t want to be there. Whatever the reason, it kept happening and she was sick of it. Little did she know however, she was finally going to get out of the club and away from Violet. She was now well on her way to working with Scarlet Joanna.
Cassie, one of the waitresses happened by and saw Quincey’s frustration. “Violet do it again?” she asked. Quincey gave her the look and she knew. Cassie was a slim, petite little blonde with blue eyes. She always made it through the night with plenty of tips. Quincey never understood why she didn’t just become a dancer, but appreciated that Cassie always made an effort to be a friend to her. Her manager Janelle and her boss Alex only joined in making Destiny’s job difficult and degrading. Cassie smiled “They only like her cause she’s trashy and a bimbo, they know they can’t afford a quality girl.” Quincey smiled and laughed. Cassie always knew how to cheer her up. A female voice sounded from behind them. “Excuse me, can either of you tell me where Hannah is? I think she goes by Violet.”
The two turned around to see a busty brunette with curly hair and friendly green eyes. She dressed like a business woman. What the hell could she possibly want with Violet? Quincey answered in a confused tone. “Well, she’s dancing right now.” She couldn’t take not knowing. “What are you looking for her for?” The woman laughed. “I’m Aleigh, I’m Scarlet Joanna’s personal assistant. I’m supposed to be offering a job to Violet.” The two looked at Aleigh puzzled. Aleigh explained “She’s looking to play a role that would require her to know how to dance, so she’s looking for a good trainer. We’ve been talking to her off and on, and now we think she’s our girl.”
Quincey couldn’t believe it. She knew who Scarlet Joanna was. She watched nearly every film that she played in. She was everything Quincey ever wanted to be. The rest of the conversation flew by as if Quincey was on auto pilot. Scarlet Joanna was her idol. Her woman crush. Her inspiration. If she could work with her instead of being in this hell whole, her life would be complete. Why were they looking for Violet? Why was everyone looking for Violet? Violet was a backstabbing bitch, she didn’t deserve it. Quincey did. This was her shot. This could right all wrongs. The next thing Quincey knew, the conversation had changed. She somehow had talked herself into the job without an ounce of guilt. Screw Violet. Screw the club. Screw all these uptight bitches. The job was hers.
The first time she saw Scarlet, Quincey thought her heart may explode. She found her eyes ravenously looking over the glamorous goddess. Her long blonde hair and amazing smile overwhelmed her. Her eyes pierced straight into Quincey’s soul, making her weak at the knees. She looked over the heavenly figure of her new boss with a hungry spirit. When Scarlet spoke her voice made Quincey fall into a trance. She knew whatever her idol asked of her, she would be helpless but to obey. She needed Scarlet. She wanted to be Scarlet. She hoped this would never end.
Quincey could barely concentrate as Scarlet explained the project. From what Quincey could gather, Scarlet was going to play a badass vigilante who disguised herself as stripper to seduce crooks. When she’d get them in the private room she’d kill them. Quincey didn’t understand all of the plot, but it sounded amazing to her. Anything with Scarlet was amazing. She couldn’t wait to see it. She couldn’t believe she’d get to help.
Quincey began to teach her how to strip. She found it hard to focus watching Scarlet dance about in a tight red G-string and bra. But she tried and tried in vain. As Scarlet struggled to learn to wrap her legs around the poll, Quincey grabbed hold of her hips and helped her with her form. She froze. She couldn’t believe she was touching her now! She felt as if she was going to explode. The burning desire melted through her. She was so nervous. She was touching Scarlet Joanna! She thought she may die from pure bliss at that moment. The warmth and softness of the goddess overwhelmed Quincey’s thoughts. She’d give anything to look as amazing as Scarlet did. She was touching greatness itself.
Scarlet noticed Quincey’s pause as she tried to learn. “Everything ok?” she asked. Quincey blushed embarrassed. She looked at Scarlet “Yeah, um..” Scarlet giggled. “Am I your girl crush or something?” Quincey’s nerves were shot and she was to far gone to realize Scarlet was only kidding. “Yes.. sorry.” She began to pull away. Scarlet laughed. “We all have one or two, I guess.” She said with a warm smile. Quincey felt herself pull in helplessly to it. She loved how classy and kind Scarlet was in interviews and now here she was. She caught Quincey looking her over and merely took it as a compliment. Quincey hoped she could be like her.
As the month went on, Scarlet and Quincey got to know each other well. Quincey was less nervous and more comfortable. She found herself quite able to teach. As she helped train Scarlet, she found her feelings towards her change. It seemed not only to be feelings of admiration, but love, lust, and desire. She didn’t wanna just work with her, she wanted her. Unaware of the web of lies that had pulled her here, Quincey found herself acting on her urges. As Scarlet and her trained, Scarlet attempted to climb the poll, only to fall onto Quincey. As the two lay pressed together, Quincey’s heart fluttered. Before Scarlet could get up, Quincey locked her lips onto Scarlet’s. She kissed her passionately before catching herself and pulling away in shame. She couldn’t believe she had done it.
Her heart pounded as Scarlet stood up. “Oh god, I’m so sorry! Please don’t fire me!” she cried out. Scarlet giggled and then licked her lips. “Not bad.” She winked playfully. Soon the two found themselves working again as if it didn’t happen. Still, it had happened, and Quincey wondered if it would again. Quincey wasn’t wrong, as the pair finished training, the two headed out to door of the studio they had been working at. Scarlet then grabbed her and delivered a long mind-blowing kiss. It was long and passionate and everything Quincey dreamed of. Than Scarlet said. “You know, I’m going to text you my address. We’ll start doing more work at my place. The papratizi is bound to catch us working, and then leaks come out and films get ruined and we don’t want that do we?” Quincey nodded, still shocked from the kiss as Scarlet walked away.
Once Quincey arrived to Scarlet’s house, she excitedly entered thrilled to be with the goddess of her dreams. She was eager for another kiss. She hoped there would be many more to come. As the worked, she found herself dreaming of it over and over again. She looked over Scarlet. She had dyed her blonde Hair red. “Do you like it?” Scarlet asked. “You
look amazing!” Quincey gasped. Scarlet giggled with a knowing smile. She turned to look at herself in the mirror. “I was thinking red or maybe black for the film. I’m not sure. I know we should start filming soon.” Quincey studied Scarlet’s sculpted ass. The purple panties she wore clung to her ass so tightly. She had hinted to Scarlet that she didn’t have to wear so little as they trained, she could save it for the film, but Scarlet insisted she feel the whole experience. A decision that Quincey was not about to argue with.
Scarlet turned to find her admirer studying her ass and smiled. “You know, I wrote this story out. I’ve been considering directing and maybe having someone else play the role.” Quincey was confused. “What? But you’ve been training so hard for it.” Scarlet smiled. “You’d make a badass heroin , Quincey. If your interested.” Quincey was floored. “I ugh. I don’t know.” She struggled to find words. “I’m no actress, I’m a stripper.” Scarlet continued “you can do anything you put your mind to. You trained me to dance, I can train you to act.” Quincey unaware of the trap she had fell into, was eager to please Scarlet anyway she could. She nodded. “Maybe I could try. I still think you should do it.”
Scarlet walked over with a knowing smile and stern eyes. She stroked Quincey’s hair and then gently guided her finger down Quincey’s cheek. She softly pulled Quincey close and kissed her. She let this kiss last a bit longer this time. Quincey felt her willpower fade. Scarlet giggled. “I think we both know we have a lot more in common interest than just the movie at this point, don’t we sweetie?” she cooed softly into Quincey’s ear. She then pushed Quincey onto a couch. Her confidence and aggression only made Quincey want her more. Quincey’s fear and nerves only fueled Scarlet’s desires. She felt herself grow limp as Scarlet undressed her. She then watched in a lust driven trance as Scarlet took Quincey’s red panties into her mouth and slowly pulled them off her. Then Scarlet’s face dove between Quincey’s smooth tan thighs. Quincey was lost in the pleasurable trance as she felt Scarlet’s tongue go to work on her. She wasn’t aware of what was happening until she came on Scarlet’s face.
Scarlet raised her head up and wiped the cum from her face. She giggled. She let Quincey ride the high of her orgasm a moment and then said “Well, do I get a turn or are you going to be a tease?” Quincey nodded in bliss. She was eager to satisfy her. She would have done it even if Scarlet hadn’t had pleasured her. She only hesitated in the sense that she didn’t feel worthy to do it. Still she watched as Scarlet removed her panties. Scarlet’s long smooth legs and tight little shaven pussy made her mouth water. After Scarlet sat down and spread her legs, Quincey dove her face between the stunning starlet’s legs and ravenously lapped away at her. As Scarlet’s moans grew louder and more frequent, Quincey’s desire to please her grew. She didn’t care if it ever ended. She made Scarlet cum twice before Scarlet pushed her away, satisfied.
The next month flew by. The couple frequently explored there new found interest. Quincey arrived to Scarlet’s house, as it was the new normal. However when she arrived this time, she felt something was amiss. When she entered, she heard Scarlet speaking to someone. “Look, I don’t see what you’re so pissed off about. Like really?” Then she heard another voice reply. “All I’m saying is that it’s bullshit, I did all the work and I’m getting nothing out of it.” Quincey recognized the voice. It was Aleigh, Scarlet’s personal assistant. “You’re getting paid, aren’t you?” Scarlet hissed annoyed. Aleigh pressed on. “All I’m saying is that I made sure I got Quincey locked straight in an air tight agreement and your playing lover games while I don’t get a god damn thing, it’s bullshit.” Quincey interrupted. She needed to know what the hell Aleigh was talking about. “Contract?” she asked.
Both of them appeared to be deer caught in headlights. There was a long pause before anyone spoke. Scarlet sighed. “ Aleigh is just making a huge deal about how long it’s taking to make the movie. She doesn’t like that I keep changing the direction of the film. She’s just eager to play her part.” “Her part?” Quincey asked still concerned. Scarlet smiled “Yes. She’s your characters love interest.” Quincey looked at her confused. “I thought you said you were going to play that part?” Scarlet sighed. “No. I’m just directing now, you and Aleigh or going to play in it.” “So no real actresses in the movie?” Quincey said suspicious of the lies she was being fed.
Quincey knew movies took awhile but she couldn’t help but notice they weren’t seeming to get anywhere. She hadn’t minded since she was enjoying her time with Scarlet but still she couldn’t ignore that things were getting really weird. “No” Scarlet argued “I’m using undiscovered actresses. You must not think that way, you are a real actress.” She insisted. Quincey still not fully satisfied asked. “What was it you guys were saying about my contract?” Scarlet looked annoyed still. “it’s air tight. You’re guaranteed your pay, Aleigh isn’t. Which I promise I’ll fix.” Quincey didn’t really buy it, but forced herself to for the sake of her feelings for Scarlet.
Quincey looked her over. She had dyed her hair again, this time black and Quincey loved it. She loved any hair color on Scarlet. She looked like perfection no matter what. She was perfection no matter what. As the trio went to work, Scarlet explained that they were going to shoot a sex scene for the opening. Quincey was reluctant, but Scarlet reasoned that it would increase sales and Quincey yet again forced herself to believe it.
She looked at Aleigh, she was beautiful herself. Her short curly brown hair, and heaping breast made her a knock out. She had smooth tan skin. Her smile lit up the room. Still as sexy as she was, it didn’t feel right, doing what she was about to do. She knew it was for Scarlet, but she didn’t want to be with anyone else other than Scarlet. Something about this gave her the creeps. Still Scarlet coaxed the scene to begin, and the cameras rolled.
Aleigh kissed Quincey like a lust driven beast. Her touch was soft and gentle, but her hands were aggressive and hungry. Quincey felt herself let go a moment and enjoyed the kiss. She found herself kneading Aleigh’s massive breast. She had to have been a d cup. The soft warm mounds eased Quincey into seduction. As Aleigh began to kiss her on the neck she found herself in a mindless bliss. She eagerly slid off Aleigh’s panties, hungry for more. Aggressively she squeezed her tight little ass and buried her face into the luscious bosom. The thought of so many watching this later had worn on Quincey, and then the thought of Scarlet seeing it had started to worry her. Still Quincey pressed on.
As Aleigh pushed her onto her back, Quincey lost it. Her thoughts overwhelmed her and she kicked the girl away. She cried out. “I can’t! I’m sorry! I can’t do this! I’m not made to act!” Aleigh rose in anger and began her own meltdown. “I’ve had enough of this shit! Fuck all of you!” Scarlet tried to calm them down in vain. Scarlet’s web of lies had unfurled and the game was soon to end. Aleigh hissed “I work my ass off hunting down a girl for you! I make a fucking slave contract!” she ranted. “All you had to do was share her! Hell, I would have settled for you to just touch me! But no, you had your little fling with the bitch and leave me out! You haven’t touched me in months, all you care about it her! So you know what?! I fucking quit!” Aleigh stormed out.
It was as if a switch had been flipped in Scarlet. She knew it was all out now. She explained herself to Quincey. “So, I had a thing with Aleigh. It’s over now, as you can see. But we don’t need her.” Quincey was hurt, betrayed, and disgusted. “No, fuck you. I thought I was something special. I don’t know what the hell this is, but I’m out! I quit!” Quincey’s heart raced and she began to dress in a frenzy. She couldn’t believe she was just the side piece. She felt betrayed. Scarlet merely laughed, which was disturbing to her.
“You aren’t going anywhere, unless you can pay me 1.8 million dollars.” Scarlet cooed. “What?” Quincey asked bewildered. Scarlet laughed victoriously before explaining herself. “That contract she made. It’s air tight. You get paid 1.8 million dollars when the film is done. However if you fail to complete it, yo
u have to pay me back for all the time and supplies you took. Plus you’re liable if the film isn’t finished. If you don’t finish, you owe me 1.8 million dollars. You really should have read it.” Quincey’s heart sank and mind raced. Tears rolled down her face.
Scarlet continued to boast. “I’m also under no obligation to finish the film under the contract. It’s not finished until I say so. So if never say it’s finished, you can never leave. It doesn’t matter how many times I change the plot. It doesn’t matter what I make you do in the film, you have to play your role, or pay up.” Quincey was shaking at this point. She was so defeated and trapped. She couldn’t believe the woman she idolized and shared so many tender moments with before would do this to her. How could Scarlet? She felt destroyed.
Scarlet began to stroke Quincey’s hair and tried to soothe her new pet. “Look, so what if there isn’t a real movie, it’s been fun, right?” Quincey remained silent. She was frozen with sorrow. “And you get me all to yourself, just like you wanted. And I get you all to myself, just like I wanted.” She sat next to Quincey and leaned in closely. “I know you’re mad now, but just think about it. All the fun things we can do together. So just try. Try to enjoy it and maybe I’ll just get rid of the contract If it doesn’t work out, ok?” Quincey found herself giving in to the lies again. She smiled and looked up at Scarlet gently before nodding. Scarlet leaned in and gave her a tender kiss. When Scarlet pulled away she flashed a devious smile. “So, Slave, I guess I need to teach you how things work from now own.”
Scarlet rose up and raised the little black dress she was wearing. She wore no panties, and he well sculpted ass was bare before Quincey in it’s full glory. Quincey knew what she must do. There wasn’t a need to train her. Still she was sure that Scarlet would train her just the same. It was only fair, right? Scarlet was trained by Quincey on how to be an erotic dancer, Scarlet would train her to be her personal bitch and love slave. In spite of all that had happened, Quincey still loved her. Her lust for Scarlet hadn’t changed a bit. As Quincey’s face pressed into Scarlet’s warm, firm mounds of flesh and she began to lick, the taste became the sweetest taste she had ever known. She’d do it for eternity to keep Scarlet happy.
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