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Holly Valance: Whore For Fame (DeRe & Celebstars)

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A sleek private jet lay sliver and shining on a secluded airstrip in a corner of Gatwick Airport. It was every inch a rich man's toy - and the rich man in it liked his toys. Sir Lionel Lyons saw the world as his playground, and had made a fortune selling pleasure to others. The rotund, surly 50-year-old was famous in Britain for producing a series of popular TV shows over several decades. He had spearheaded a small private channel with had grown to rival the venerable BBC. Constant criticisms over the crass, exploitative nature of the shows he produced was drowned out by their huge financial success. He had become a popular icon, albeit one deeply mired in scandal.

Not that this reputation bothered him in the slightest. Popularity meant nothing compared to the power he wielded. The pleasure of using people as his playthings was his greatest thrill. He had fought his way out of a slum and was determined to climb as high as possible.

Ensconced in the plush comfort of the jet, he surveyed a selection of files in his lap. A petite blonde girl in a sexualized stewardess' outfit poured him a drink. Normally - as was his wont - he would have taken her right there, in a heartbeat, but this time he barely looked up. As she cautiously walked back to the cabin he remained fixed on his report.

The first one dealt with his new show, Gladiatrix. A hyper-stylized reality show, it would entail various B-list female celebs, athletes and topless models competing against each other in stylized combative sports, wearing revealing costumes. The pilot episode had drawn howling condemnation from various protestors - and massive ratings and ad revenue. A whole series was now being prepared, and he was deep into designing the outline of future episodes.

Foremost in his mind was casting, in particular a single actress. This was his second issue. He looked over the photograph of Holly Valance for the thousandth time, his generous member swelling against his silk trousers. Lyons had studied her career in detail. She had launched to fame playing the town slut on a mediocre Australian soap. In an attempt to parlay that in something greater, she had produced a provocative music video of herself apparently dancing naked. Despite this and numerous bikini spreads in men's magazines, she had not enjoyed the success she lusted after so badly. Things grew worse as her film debut turned into a humiliating flop. An attempt to sue her now ex-manager and boyfriend for sabotaging her career backfired, garnering negative press and costing her dearly. Already the tabloids had pronounced her a has-been.

Lyon licked his bright pink lips. Soon Holly would be here, invited by him for a weekend retreat at his private island resort near Ibiza. He had allowed her the impression it was a casual job interview, combined with a privileged holiday. But once that door closed and they were airborne, he was going to show her a whole new price of fame.
 
Holly couldn't believe it at first. She had just been told by her agent that Sir Lionel Lyons wanted her for casual job interview along with being invited on a holiday with him. The woman was in complete shock, she tried finding out more details about the job she would be going for but there were no other details to tell. Once she got of the phone from her agent, Holly didn't waste any time in getting ready and decided to use the little cash she had left to make herself look nice and give a good impression of herself, after all this was a powerful man and if she could get him on side she would achieve the level of fame she had always craved.

Over the next day, Holly had her hair done and her nails manicured and varnished, giving a clear shiny look to them all. She had so many clothes already that she didn't need to buy anymore and just packed some dresses along with a bikini or to in case they were going somewhere hot.

The next day, Holly was picked up by Sir Lionel's driver who drove her to the private jet which was waiting for her. As the man dealt with her luggage, Holly climbed the steps nervously before entering and seeing the powerful man. "Wow it so beautiful in here" she said before offering her hand to the man. "Hello, thank you for the invite" she said. For the place journey, Holly had her hair down with a smart black dress on, making her look presentable from the shoulders down to her knees. It showed off her delightful curves and figure as she wore black heels.
 
Lyons looked over the beaming Holly like he was surveying one of the prime steaks he was so fond of. His piggy, piercing eyes ran across every inch of her generously exposed tanned skin. Salivating over her curves, he forced himself to make eye contact and shoot her a totally fake smile. Taking her hand he kissed it in a mock-chivalrous manner before gesturing to a seat facing across from him. "Hello to you!" he purred sleazily. "Please be seated and we'll get going!". He waved absently at the attendant, who promptly entered the cabin to instruct the pilot to take off. "Seatbelts on!" His tone was like that of an excited oversize child - which he effectively was.

Gazing languidly at Holly, Lyons made no attempt to hide his obvious ogling of her toned body. I'm going to make this one scream, he thought, whether she likes it or not; ideally not. He felt his crotch throbbing almost as hard as the jet engine's surge. Pouring out two glasses of champagne he offered her one, forcing Holly to lean forward and display an ample amount of cleavage. They clinked the flutes with shared, insincere smiles and a silent toast. Lyons drank slowly, watching Holly's throat pulse as she belted the champagne back.

"Well then, Holly," he gurgled. "It's so satisfying to see you in person, and I'm so glad you could come." A jolt shook through them both as the jet became airborne. Refilling the glasses, he passed her another and said "I'm very keen to see a display of your talents. Consider this an informal audition." Then without missing a beat, he flashed her a broad smug smile and asked "Tell me Holly, are you a member of the 'Mile High Club'?"
 
Holly followed his instructions, going over to the seat opposite him by the window. Looking out, she saw the tarmac and an empty runway. "I love champagne" she said, leaning forward and revealing more of her cleavage. When she had her glass in hand, she clinked it with his before resting back in to her seat and lifting the object to her lips where she gulped it down her throat. The woman was very excited about being here with this man, he was very powerful and could make her career for her if she played her cards right.

Once the plane was up in the air, Holly witnessed the clouds passing by as he poured her another drink. "Thank you" she said, now hearing him talk more. "I wanted to come, I was very shocked to hear you wanted me for something, I mean their are many other talented actresses out there. Why pick me?" Questioning him back, she didn't get an answer right way as she heard him speak of a term she had heard before. "Mile High Club?" Looking down at her glass, the expensive champagne, the private jet and the free holiday she was supposed to be getting, Holly worked out why he wanted her. "Is this some joke?" she asked, seeming very nervous and no long relaxed anymore.
 
Lyons barely paid heed to Holly's idle chatter as he looked her over. He was too busy watching her throat pulse as the champagne went down. Ignoring her insincere flattery, he felt a shiver of delight run through him as she reacted to her comment. The confusion and concern in her eyes was a great thrill. He learned into her, and spoke with a cold sneer:

"What's a joke, Holly, is your so-called career. You can't act, you can't sing, and you can't do anything in front of a camera that some stripper from the High Street could do better and cheaper. But you've got a hard body and you're good at showing it off. That's why you're up for this show and the only reason you're on this plane."

He took a moment to belt back another glass and let his words sink in. Fixing her with a steady gaze, he spoke in a flat and firm voice.

"So then, the Mile High Club...if you want this role, you better show me you're a member!"
 
Her well manicured nails lifted in to her hair, scratching at her head nervously whilst he insulted her acting and singing skills. Knowing he felt a stripper could do a better job than her almost brought her to tears. The so called actress looked at him, her eyes watering as he gulped down another glass of champagne. Holly realised she was only here because of her looks and he wanted to sleep with her. Her mind didn't absorb his last words before his drink, going on about a show, she seemed to think it didn't exist now, like it was just a fake story to get her on the plane.

By the look of her all glammed up, nobody would of thought that she was nearly broke and living on her last bit of savings. It was in these circumstances that she made him an offer after he asked her to show she was a member of the club.

"I'm a member for a fee. A big fee" Holly said, realising she just offered herself as a hooker.
 
Lyons arched a bushy, greyhaired eyebrow. He was stunned that this impudent little tart was actually trying to negotiate with him. As a rule he demanded absolute submission for all around him, so Holly's casual colonial arrogance made him bristle. Her apparent willingness to sell herself so easy was not, however, such a surprise. His expression drew tighter as she put his glass down sharply. Gazing deep into Holly's hazel eyes, his voice lost its jovial tone and took on a more sinister edge.

"Fee?" he drawled. "Girl it's you who owe me. You want your fifteen minutes to continue, you're going to have to work for it. I know all 'bout whats in your piggybank, and that you're one shitty movie away from being nobody. And I know you're more scared of that then anything in the world." He leaned back into his chair, never breaking eye contact. "So think of this as your big audition."

As he refilled another glass, his smile returned, although this time it was as hard and cold as steel.

"Now then, stand up and take your dress off, nice and slowly."
 
Holly forgot she was on a private jet for a moment, it was rather quiet thousands of miles up in to the air apart from their constant talking. The woman realised she was not in a powerful position, that he had all the cards to play. It seemed this audition was just her sleeping with him to get on his new show, adding to her short lived fame. Standing up, she towered over him in her heels as he stayed seated.

Shaking nervously, she pulled her hands behind her and unzipped her dress, slowly pulled it down her to reveal her perky beasts. They were soft and firm, her nipples a little darker shade of pink. Her flat tummy was exposed next, before the dress was pulled down further to reveal her black panties. Stepping out f the dress, in her heels, Holly felt uncomfortable and nervous, but very cheap also.
 
The sound of the descending zip make Lyon's cock throb in excitement. He ran his tongue around his lips to stop from salivating at the sight of Holly undressing, her trembling hands fumbling. The absence of a bra made her seem even more whorish to him. Her skin was walnut-toned and taunt, the lack of tanlines revealing her nude sunbathing. She wouldn't make eye contact with him, so he savoured the sight of her firm tits jiggling as she took off the dress. They shook with the rest of her lithe body as she stood before him.

"Now that's a fine pair of tits, girl" he gurgled, snatching up the dress and putting it in his lap. "You look fit enough, anyway." Bolting back another glass of champagne he felt the tingle of intoxication beginning in his head.

Smiling sleazily, he stared hard at Holly and said in an oozing voice "Drop your panties, and give them to me."
 
Her arm went up to lean across her chest, pushing her breasts back and squashing them down to hide them from the man's view. Doing as her told, the tanned beauty used her acrylic nails to pull the panties from her skin and drag them down her long smooth legs before they fell to her ankles. Her feet kicked them off with the help of her heels, before she picked up them and handed them to him, standing up tall and straight to expose a little line of trimmed pubic hair. The dark strip of brown hair was cut just short of her pussy lips, leaving space for it to be licked and sucked on if she was in a male's attendance.

Her spare hand went down to cover it, just like the other limb did with her breasts, although all of this was in vain as she knew she would have to remove them soon or later. Looking around in front of her and over her shoulder, she knew they weren't alone with the pilots out the front and the flight attendant coming and going when ever she pleased. "Can we go somewhere more private?" she said nervously, although the only place was the cabin toilet.
 
Lyon watched the panties slid down Holly's long bronze legs like a hungry dog before a bowl of meat. Her breasts jiggled provocatively to him as he leaned in slightly. He barely seemed to blink or flinch, showing no emotion other than a lurid leer and the lustful burning in his eyes. As she passed over her panties he bunched them in his fist, took a sniff, then put them away in his top jacket pocket, all without removing his gaze from the now-naked Holly.

He studied her long, lithe bodily eagerly, noting her neatly groomed bush with approval. Her obvious distress made him even more excited than her nudity. When she nervously asked if they could go somewhere else he burst out with a cruel chortle, his grey bristling eyebrows arched in amusement.

"You dizzy bitch! You do what you're told. Now dance a bit, put your hands up and dance. I want to see how your tits bounce."
 
Standing awkwardly in front of him now naked, apart from her heels, she lifted her arms up, exposing her breasts again and placed them up in to the air. Her fingers stood straight as she moved her hips in a circular movement, making her look even more sexy and divine. Holly tried to avoid eye contact, looking out the window at the passing clouds and the furniture inside the jet.

When her hips swayed, so did her breasts, jiggling and juggling against her chest, rocking from side to side with her perky nipples standing firm on the fleshy mounds. As she danced away thousands of miles up in the air, she turned around, showing her delicious ass to the man. It was firm and juicy, not to big but certainly not small. Holly did this to stop him looking at her breasts, thinking she had got away with it.
 
The steady hum of the engines seemed to throb in Lyons' pants as he felt himself growing harder all the time. Holly's bronzed body bounced before him in a slutty little spectacle. He was thrilled - but unsurprised - at how matter-of-fact she seemed despite her obvious humiliation. Clearly she was prepared to go far for her fame, and Lyons was prepared to exploit that to the utmost. He could see the sweat beginning to glisten on her pouting breasts while she wiggled so suggestively.

As she turned around to display her toned ass, Lyons decided to take his moment. He had intended to do this slowly, but the sight of Holly's nakedness exhibited to such a slutty extent was more than any man could take. With a speed that belied his bulk, he moved up behind her like a cat leaping upon a bird. Whipping off his belt in a single smooth movement, he looped it around Holly's neck and pulled tight. He iron hard cock was pressed up hard against her firm, sweat-speckled ass. Reaching around to grab one of her tits, he hissed in her ear: "Ever had it up the ass, Holly?"
 
Holly's eyes were closed as her back was turned to him. She was more relaxed without having to look at him although she was still nervous and scared. Her fear grew further when she heard him get up and pull a fast motion with his belt, tightly pulling it around her neck. It was so tight she found it very hard to gulp saliva down her throat. Her hands went to the edging, trying to pull on it to loosen the grip against her skin but it was no use, her breathing had stopped. Being suffocated, she shook her head violently, trying to communicate with him as fast as she possibly could in order for him to hurry up and let her go. Holly's face was bright red, going darker in colour with each passing second. Although she knew anal would be painful, she would take it in a second if it meant he would let go of her.

The bulge he had which was pressed against her only fuelled her speculation that he was going to fuck her in the ass. Nodding her head quickly, she was letting him know she was willing.
 
Lyons felt the athletic firmness of Holly's body pressed up hard against his own. As she struggled around, his pants felt down and he kicked them away. He practiced skill he kept the belt just loosened enough to allow Holly some frantic gasps, keeping her on the edge of desperation. With his other hand he was busy kneading and groping her breasts, pinching her perky little nipples between his stubby fingers.

Giggling dementedly, he swung Holly around by the noose and bent her over a chair rest, the steel bar knocking the wind out of her as it hit her taunt stomach. He released the belt from around her neck, seizing her wrists as she tried vainly to free herself. Lyons then bound them tightly behind Holly's back. Bent forward across the armrest, her ass was in the air and he landed several hard slaps across the quivering cheeks.

He grabbed a fistful of her soft hair in one hand, and rested the other on the small of her back for balance. Spitting a few times on her long, rigid cock, he began to force it slowly but firmly into Holly's ass. "C'mon bitch! So me how you take it!" he gurgled, as he slid in inch by inch.
 
The gasps of air he allowed her to have weren't filling her lungs properly, but it would have to do that the moment. Whilst her hands were trying to break the belt free from her neck, she left her breasts exposed to him, which he seemed to enjoy. The lumps of warm flesh felt his stubby fingers poking and squeezing them, pinching the nipples which made her scream in a little pain as they were very sensitive to her.

As she swung around, her body being made to rest down on the arm rest of the chair, that breath she tried so hard to get was knocked back out of her. Holly's hands fell on to the cushioned leather seats before holding her chest and trying to get her breath back. With the belt released from her neck, she tried to frantically move away, using her manicured nails to try and land a few scratches on him. She succeeded in landing a blow to his hand, claw marks making it seem like it was done by a cat.

When her wrists were taken, her face fell on to the chair, her cheek squashed. Her wrists were bound behind her now by the belt, and the next torment was him slapping her ass. "Ugh" was her simple response to each one, a whisper almost as she was getting her breath back after having it all knocked out of her. Holly's face then left the seat as he took hold of her long dark golden hair. Her breasts were shaking as he moved her, making his way in to her ass by his cock. "Ugh....ugh.....aghhhh" she started to moan loudly, now realising why she never did anal before.
 
A long, low guttural groan escaped Lyon's lips as he screwed Holly's ass. He slid his hard around from her back to her stomach, feeling the muscles pull taunt as she tried to force him out. The cold steel ball of her bellybutton piercing pressed into his palm. With his other hand he yanked her hair hard, in sync with his rhythmic thrusts.

He watched as bright beads of sweat ran back her back. Holly's lithe bronze body was worked like a piston in Lyon's grip. Outside through the window, fluffy patches of stark white cloud coasted over a sapphire blue sea. Their image was reflected back faintly by the tinted glass, and Lyon studied the agonized expression on Holly's face with satisfaction. Drawing his free hand back out, he once again pinched and slapped her tight ass as its cheeks bulged.

"Sing me for them, you dirty bitch!" Lyons rasped between furious gasps. "Tell me how much you like it! Tell me why I should save your shitty little career!"
 
The agony the woman was going through was very rough. Her tiny asshole had to stretch open, trying to take his cock in. Her inner walls ripped apart to become a hole worth fucking, a pleasure source for him. Every thrust he laid in to her, her body jerked forward, her stomach hitting the arm rest of the chair which she was still bent over. As he pulled on her long locks of hair, her face appeared at the window, seeing her own sad reflection as well as his happy one over her shoulder.

"Pl.....Agh!" Holly moaned, trying to talk, but it was near impossible, she was hurting to badly as he assaulted her asshole. "Please stop!" she managed to stay, letting the words leap out from her lips before another moan of pain arrived. As this moment in time, she never had any answer for him about why he should save her career. All Holly wanted as of now was for him to stop.
 
Lyon's grunted and panted like a rutting bull. He was already sweat-soaked from just the few minutes of violent exertion. The hot tightness of Holly's ass took serious effort to penetrate and he forced himself to push in deeper with every thrust. He threw the full weight of his copious bulk into it, wanting to hurt the struggling Holly as much as he could. His bellows of pleasure were also as loud as her shrieks of pain.

The smack of flesh on flesh increased in tempo as he felt himself cumming. Gripping Holly's rock-hard buttcheeks firmly, he pushed in just a little bit further to finish, as she let out a animalistic howl of pain. "S-sounds better than your fucking singing, girl!" he say in a mocking rain of laughter as the euphoria of orgasm washed over him. He came quickly, then pulled out of Holly's ravaged ass with practiced cruelty.

For a moment he stood there, cock still erect and raw, watching Holly's fit and tanned form glow with sweat while she writhed in pain. Then he pulled her back by her bound wrists and slung her firmly to the floor. She crumpled onto her knees before Lyons, his red and glistening dick swinging just above her face.

"You're doing a piss poor job of proving you want this job! Lettssee what else that mouth of yours can do," Lyons slurred. "Suck it! Now!"
 
Holly sobbed as he held her by her hair, pulling on it to make sure she was looking at him in the reflection of the plane window. Black streaks ran down from her eyes, trickling along her plump cheeks and down to her jaw. Her mouth was wide open, moaning in pain as her insides ripped apart to accommodate his meat. It was a surprise to her that nobody on the plane was willing to help her. She wasn't sure if the pilots could hear her but she was certain the stewardess could. She must of been a loyal worker to the man, knowing him for many years at least. In the short time she had to relax as he fucked her, Holly wondered if he had given this treatment to anyone else.

"Aghhhhh!" She screamed, as he pushed his hand on to her ass cheeks and dug deeper in to her body with his cock before ejaculating. His warm seed was stinging her insides against the raw new flesh that had been ripped apart. The moment he just stood there, allowed her to try and get some composure back but it wasn't long before he held her by her tied wrists and threw her. Her head hit another arm rest opposite to the chair she was bent over. Whacking her face, she was on her knees leaning against it with his cock in her face. With a bump on her forehead, she was a little dazed but still conscious enough to talk and hear properly. "No" she said quietly and in fear, not wanting to suck something that had been up her ass.
 
Lyons slapped his moist dick across Holly's sweaty face like a fleshy club. He chortled evilly, locking his piggish eyes with her glistening, pain-filled ones. Her feeble protests made him even harder. In just a few minutes, he reflected, she had gone from clueless cocktease to terrified slave. Staring up at him in fear, she seemed a long way from the dominant persona she liked to project. Her tear-smeared makeup gave her a desperate, whorish look. Gripping her hair tight he landed several hard, cruel slaps across her face.

As she opened her mouth to shriek in fright and pain, he took the chance to thrust his cock down her throat. Holly gagged in a mix of disgust and shock and tried to struggle away, but Lyons held her head firmly in his hands. With a series of violent thrusts he began to brutally face-fuck her. Snarling in an angry, almost deranged lust, he bellowed for the stewardess. It was time for things to get interesting, he thought. "Sheri! Get your ass in here now!"
 
On her knees, in front of his groin, with her hands still bound behind her back, Holly was terrified as he peered in to her teary eyes. Seeing his hand lift up, she coward back and felt an almighty smack across the face. The backhand followed through, hitting the other cheek before another full swing fell upon her. Holly felt beaten and bruised.

As her mouth was open, crying in pain, his cock squeezed in and forced itself down the back of her throat. Her nose rubbed up against his groin area, her red bruised cheeks squashed up whilst he was face fucking her. Some of her makeup which was running smudged on to his inner thighs to.


"Yes Sir Lyons" Sheri said, rushing in to the compartment from behind a closed curtain. The stewardess looked in shock at what she was seeing, although it was not the first time. "You called me Sir" she said.
 
Lyons cackled as he pulled Holly's face close into his reeking crotch. As he gazed triumphantly into Holly's big, brown, suffering eyes his piggish face split in a broad grin. Her little mouth was cool and wet, and as she gagged on his cock it just slid further down her throat. He held her head tightly, working it like a piston at a brutal speed. Then he pushed in all the way and forced her face into his flesh, leaving her unable to breathe.

He left Holly choking for nearly a minute, experiencing the incredible sensation of her velvet throat convulsing around his cock. Then as Sheri entered he suddenly threw Holly back onto the floor, leaving her spluttering and coughing. Turning sharply to the short, cute stewardess - his throbbing dick out erect like a rod - he tore off her skimpy uniform as she squealed in shock and fright.

With a snarl, Lyons barked an order at the cowering Sheri. "Get in the chair and spread your legs now, you clueless little bimbo! guess you're wishing you read the small print on that contract now, eh?"" She also leaped into the seat to avoid the abuse she knew she could suffer. He then grabbed Holly's arm and brought her upright, before pushing her forward between Sheri's knees. With a small, sharp quick to Holly's side, he bellowed "Eat her out, whore!"
 
With her face on his crotch, forced to take his erect cock, Holly's airways had been blocked. The scared look on her face and in her eyes was of desperation. Her hands were glued to his thighs, trying to push herself away from him. One hand lifted back to his on top of her head, trying to release his grasp. Holly was thankful for the entrance of the stewardess as it drew the attention away from her for a few short seconds.

When the actress fell to the floor, her face was a dark red due to the lack of oxygen. Coughing up saliva and some cum, she breathed heavily whilst Sheri was now being abused.

"Aghh!" she screamed, feeling the air hit her body after the man had ripped of her outfit with such force. It left the short blonde girl in tears as she sat in the chair in her underwear. With her bra still on, she spread her legs, her underwear coming off first.

Holly had never been interested in women, therefore never being with one sexually. There was a first time for everything though as she was forced upwards and made to dive her mouth on to the other woman's pussy. The two women cried as Holly started to wave her tongue over the other woman's lips.
 
Lyons kept a firm grip on Holly's head and shoulder, grinding her face hard into Sheri's pussy as both women writhed and struggled. He was cackling in delight, reveling in their humiliation. He snarled at Holly "Put some fucking effort in girl - stick your tongue in deep - give it all you've got or you'll be sorry!". With another firm shove he then stepped aside, and cast a cruel look at Sheri. "And you blondie, you better pretend to enjoy it! Lez it up, you two!"

Breathing hard and fast, he took up his camera from a nearby alcove and began taking pictures of the two girls. The wet noises between Sheri's legs told him Holly was starting to lick the little blonde out with some vigor. Despite Sheri's obvious distress her sobs and moans quickly rose faster in tempo and grew louder.
 
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