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machina erotica
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Ariana Grande felt like throwing up, which probably wouldn't help her image all that much. Yeah, she kept thin and tight and all that stuff through dancing and being super active and all, but it would only take one paparazzi snapping a shot of the rising starlet losing her lunch for that to suddenly be the headline. Ariana could practically hear her representatives screaming at her now: "You were supposed to be setting up another track with Nicki Minaj, not losing your lunch in a fucking trash can!" Then they'd throw the tabloid (it was always a tabloid) proclaiming that Ariana was bulimic and on some sort of fame-induced downward spiral. Even the visit to Nicki would be spun negatively, like Ariana was looking for tips.

Yeah right. As if Nicki Minaj, who was about 80% curve would do something like that. Maybe Ariana, with her lean, girlish figure, but not the curvacious older woman. No, Nicki didn't seem to give a fuck that she had curves and all; if anything, she celebrated them. Ariana had seen the vid to "Anaconda" after all. She hadn't been surprised, considering that she'd worked with Nicki before on "Bang, Bang."

That had been different before. Jessie J had acted as intermediary, as she apparently did a lot. From what Ariana had been told, Nicki didn't work with just anybody, despite appearances to the contrary. no, apparently you had to meet with her in private, one on one, and earn her approval. Jessie had done that, and then insisted that Ariana be brought onto the project. "Bang, Bang" had then been nerve-wracking, especially the video, where Ariana felt like a little girl with her older sister and her sister's best friend. It even felt like she'd been trying on their clothes and flouncing around their living room.

It didn't help that Nickelodeon had been doing their child star thing to Ariana for a while, keeping her trapped in perpetual early adolescence. Ariana didn't really mind it that much: she pulled off the jailbait look quite well. She'd just been doing it for years now, and it was hard for some to come to grips with the fact that she'd entered the adult world. It probably didn't help that Ariana seemed to alternate between wearing schoolgirl outfits and kitten ears in every other shoot. Or that her face practically screamed "jailbait." Or that her girlish body had just the right amount of sin to it, with tanned legs and a slightly rounded butt.

In fact, Ariana had debated for hours on what to wear to the meeting, so long that she'd had to go in her dancing rehearsal outfit. The black sleeveless top was at least a little flattering, and the black pants at least weren't some little skirt. Though now Ariana was running her hands along them both as she hurried through the hotel, only slightly surprised to find Nicki wanted to meet there. Ariana was to get permission to go into a specially reserved meeting room and head straight there. So she did, smiling and getting information from a concierge who looked way too happy, and then entering the room.

"Sorry if I'm late: rehearsal went a little long. You know how it is," said Ariana as she slid inside, looking around until she found Nicki. "So, uh, hi,' wow, did the woman look more intimidating now. Where was Jessie when Ariana needed her?
 
Ariana Grande... the name had smouldered in Nicki's brain since they last worked together, the attractive latina (well Nicki was assuming she was a latina, the complexion and surname gave her that impression) being someone who stuck out quite nicely to her. She was another in a long line of girls breaking free from the Disney/Nickelodeon child star machine, wanting to spread her wings and smash free from the constraints of a kid-friendly image.

But she had to admit, Ariana was a little more 'nuanced' in how she broke free. Compared to bitches like Lohan and Cyrus, the redhead was a goddamn master of it. Excess was there problem, too much too quick. Lindsey went on to become a fucking junkie ho, and Miley had swung too far the opposite direction and became so heinous a slut that no adult networks wanted to get their claws in her.

No, Ariana was the one Nicki Minaj had set her sights on. Throughout her career the dark-skinned starlet had had developed a unique 'thirst' that could only be quenched by sating her lusts on a good tight cunt. The usual choice had been interns and back-up dancers eager to please her, and soon after grooming them into perfect pets they would bore her and she would move her eyes elsewhere. And they, so well conditioned by then, would never dare leak a word to the press on what their beloved mistress had done to them.

No she wanted a bigger fish to catch, and lassoing in a rising star would be exactly what she needed to hold her interests.

The bootylicious star was seated at a wooden table, dressed in a pink blouse that left a good deal of cleavage on offer, in addition to black slacks that were able to frame the ass that became legendary in her anaconda album cover, while also being just baggy enough to keep her other 'anaconda' hidden from view. She examined the young woman through half-lidded eyes, the purple eyeshadow leaving her looking like a modern Cleopatra.

"Nah, ain't no trouble Ari. I'm a patient gal," Nicki said, smiling then. Her plump lips had curled into a broader smile and then she calmly went on to say "So let's get down to business hon. You're hot stuff, teen girls love ya, and guys love ya in a whole other way. Not to mention talented, you've got voice of a spicy angel. I'm thinkin' it'd be good for both of us to do some more collab work."
 
Was it just Ariana, or did Nicki almost look like a modern Cleopatra? Maybe it was just the way she sort of lounged there, looking at her through lidded eyes. Or maybe it was the hair and the makeup and the near perfect poise. Or maybe it was just Ariana's nerves acting up and twisting the image or what have you. The woman certainly didn't sound like Cleopatra when she spoke, not unless Cleo had a slight twang and sounded, well, like she was pals with your older sister.

Ariana smiled in response, nodding. "Thanks!" came out in a near chirp, with Ariana soon shuffling to look slightly embarrassed. "I'm not nearly as good as you or anything though. You, like, changed the world of hip-hop. I could never manage something like that," she nodded and then took a few steps forward. Ariana paused, looking around, spending a few moments selecting a table to gingerly sit in.

"Right," she said as she worked her way into the chair, finding that she just could not quite get comfortable. She licked her lips and looked up at the woman. And "woman" felt like the word for it: Nicki just seemed to overflow with womanhood. It made Ariana feel very much like a little girl. She licked her lips and nodded. "So, uh, usual deal? You do a guest rap on one of my tracks and I do a chorus or some backing vocals or something for one of yours?" offered Ariana. She fidgeted, feeling a little out of her league here and wondering why these details couldn't just be hashed out by their people.

"Or, uh, were you thinking something else? A joint tour?" Ariana wondered, tilting her head slightly to the side. That would make a little more sense for this: Nicki would feel Ariana out, see if they were compatible and could stand being around each other. Not that you always saw the people you were touring with, but it definitely was a benefit.
 
"Well I didn't start out tryin' to change the game. Just one of those things that came up on the way, you know?" Nicki replied. Still her presence was unique among black female singers. Beyonce brought in sexuality sure, but Nicki ratcheted it up to an Olympian height. Shit, 'Anaconda' had even been called softcore porn by more than one critic, and Nicki could hardly argue with the assertion. It didn't leave all that much to the imagination.

She smiled again, a tiger's smile as she so casually surveyed Ariana's body. Back when Jessie first came to pitch the idea to her, the prospect of working with the young woman looking to tread new ground in her career, Nicki had been skeptical. But Jessie could work her throat better than most any bitch and had been pretty persuasive in at least getting her to mull the idea over. Having Ariana before her now made it seem like the right choice.

"Maybe, maybe. What I had in mind was a duet of sorts," Nicki said in her accented tone, the faintest hint of some kind of lisp lingering on a few of her words. "We got different styles, sure, but I see some good synergy. But to go with that song we could do the mother of all music videos," she said. Her eyes were warm, friendly, hiding behind them the true intent she had. Getting to work with the young singer on a project more intimately had plenty of promise and gave the dark-skinned star the kind of time she needed. And in the long run, Ariana would come to love the experience.

Nicki leaned forth, elbows propped up on the table while the window of her bountiful black cleavage was made all the more visible to Ariana, eyes still half lidded for now. "I know what you're doin', tryin' to break outta' that box Nickelodeon put you in. And hell all credit to ya, you're doing much better at it than other former child stars. You seen Miley Cyrus? Bitch is a damn tryhard trainwreck. But you, you've got a sharper mind and you've been usin' your sexuality more... what's the word? Moderately?"

She shrugged and decided she could check the dictionary later "Point is, you just need one little push to sever that past identity and let the whole world see you as a woman and not a kid. So you an' me in a music video, actin' every bit as sexual as Anaconda. Sound good?"
 
Strange to hear Nicki talking so demurely about herself. Ariana just hadn't expected that kind of modesty from the "Anaconda" singer. Then again, she supposed that they didn't necessarily have to live up to their song's reputation or what have you. Sure, Ariana was blossoming into a bit of a diva who happened to straddle the kid/adult line... which was precisely what her songs hinted, but that didn't mean everyone did.

Besides, Nicki was offering a straight up duet. That had Ariana's eyes widening. Duets meant equal credit, and equal credit meant a lot, especially if they wound up winning awards or charting well. The latter was practically guaranteed: slap Ariana's and Nicki's names on something and it would at least hit the top 40. Ariana could already hear her management salivating at the plan.

"That sounds--" she began, pausing as she looked to Nicki. A music video? Ariana smiled. "yeah, I love shooting music videos. It's always so much fun to--" but she stopped as Nicki leaned forward. Despite herself, Ariana felt her eyes drifting toward the impressive cleavage practically bursting out of that pink blouse. She swallowed and forced her eyes up to half-lidded eyes. Nicki seemed to be practically seducing her with the words, talking about Ariana's plan. The girl blushed at the comparisons to the others.

"Well, I'm trying---" she began, only to stop as Nicki outlined the plan: the music video, it would be... sexual, at least as much as "Anaconda." Ariana hesitated for a moment, chewing her lip, fidgeting, mulling it over. She'd already done pretty sexy vids, what with "Bang, Bang" and "Break Free" and all. Plus, Britney and others had done sexy vids. "I... suppose so?" she said, unable to keep some of the doubt out. "Sex does sell right now, right? And like I've said in interviews and junk: I've got no problem being a sex icon," she nearly giggled at that, half at the words, and half at the thought of her being a sex object.
 
She was cute, like a bunny rabbit that had wandered into a badger's lair. There was something so innocent about her that left Nicki well aware about why so many men wanted her. She was that cute 'daughter/younger sister' type that most of them wanted to bang. She got the appeal, but now she wanted to go one step further than just fantasy.

"Glad to hear it. After all you're a pretty sexy gal if you don't mind me saying," Nicki remarked nonchalantly. "It's gonna go just a little bit further than your other vids, but nothing too depraved. Gotta be able to air it after all. And you're right, sex does sell. I wouldn't have plastered my ass over a CD cover otherwise." At the very least hers looked real, not like the crap that Kardashian skank had put out recently.

"Our agents can clear away all the legal shit then, and we can get to songwriting together whenever. You've got a real spark Ari, and I can't wait to work with it," she said. Smiling then she rose up and moved closer, shaking the younger woman's hand and letting her plump lips briefly peck Ariana on the cheek. Nothing too intimate, just a kindly gesture between girls. Still her lips and tongue weren't just there for show...

"Anyway, while you're here how about we have some fun? I got a suite here and some of the best shit to drink. Be able to chat and have fun like girls without havin' to worry with paparazzi assholes snoopin around." That and she didn't want anyone being able to intrude on what she had planned. She had the distinct feeling the younger woman was a lightweight when it came to alcohol, and after plying her a bit... well, 'Bang Bang.'

She smiled in that everso enticing manner and asked "So, how about it?"
 
"Well, I've got nothing on you..." insisted Ariana, smiling at Nicki's compliment. The smile turned into a laugh as Nicki talked about sex selling and her own latest single. The thought of that album cover nearly made Ariana giggle again. She could never pull something like that off, though, well, a good part of that was probably because Ariana didn't have nearly a big enough ass to do it.

Soon she was nodding along, agreeing with Nicki: their agents could handle it all. "I'm not great, uh, songwriting, not yet," the girl admitted. "Most of my stuff is written for me and all. I just--" she paused as she felt that little peck, giggling this time. She nearly wanted to smack herself: giggling and smiling were not going to convince Nicki that she was a mature pop star, ready to make her mark on the world. Ariana attempted to steel her expression, lock into a neutral visage and all.

Which helped as Nicki talked about the whole drinking thing. Ariana didn't really drink all that much, despite just barely being old enough to indulge. She'd done the usual thing on her birthday: a set of shots that had left her vomiting into a toilet and good for nothing the next moment. Since then she might have a fruity drink or two if she really wanted to. It usually didn't take more than a half a drink or so for the tiny little Italian to get buzzed, and not much more after that till she turned into a giggly drunk.

Didn't stop Ariana from nodding. This was what adults did: they celebrated a new collaboration by going and having a drink together. "I'd love to," she agreed, moving to rise to her feet. "It's been a while since I've gotten to have a drink with a girlfriend," she smiled at that, hoping that Nicki was okay with that and now aware that Ariana could totally drink. The younger starlet gestured for Nicki to lead; she'd follow all the way to the suite, practically bouncing with excitement at the thought of drinking with Nicki Minaj.

Ooo, would there be marijuana there too? That would just be so wicked.
 
"Well don't you worry short-stuff. Stick with me and you'll be the party girl of the century," Nicki boasted with a wry smirk. She was no stranger to decadence but she was able to moderate better than some of her peers. Female stars couldn't bounce back from substance abuse scandals as well as males could. All the same Nicki led the way, taking a laminated golden keycard from her shirt pocket. She smiled to the receptionist who gifted it to her, flicking it down the card reader of the express elevator. The silver doors rolled apart allowing the two stars access.

Slowly and steadily it climbed up, Nicki leaning back against the railing. Her arms were folded, pushing her breasts out a little further, but her gaze toward the keypad made it look unintentional. Of course, it wasn't. She had caught Ariana staring earlier, and some part of the young woman wanted to indulge in dark chocolate it seemed. Just had to get past the inhibitions to have her admitting it.

Finally the elevator opened to her sweet, the floors lined with a fine scarlet carpet that contrasted the ivory walls and ceiling. The window at the far end of the room gave a good view of the city, but the touch of a button could close the drapes up. A large circular bed rested at the far end of the room, a bar lined with all manner of drinks was set up just outside the elevator door and a desk was placed just across from the bed.

"Alright hon, pick your poison. I'm no bartender, but I know how to make a cocktail or too," Nicki said, grinning and making toward the bar. "By the way, if you're okay with goin' all Breaking Bad while you're here then I got some pot in that black satchel by the bed. It's good shit."
 
Ariana couldn't help but giggle again as Nicki insisted that she could mold her into a party girl. She tried to cover it with a hand and all, but she just couldn't help it. At least she was pretty sure that she didn't want to be a party girl. She did feel her eyes sliding for a moment toward Nicki's absolutely gorgeous ass. She told herself it didn't have anything to do with "want," she just wanted to get a look at the thing that had caused such a stir. That simple.

They entered an express elevator, and Ariana practically skipped inside. She turned and leaned against a railing, pushing her own body out. She didn't have nearly the breasts that Nicki did, and her top didn't do a whole lot to enhance them. In fact, any onlooker would again draw the comparison between the little teenager and the sexy adult she kept trying to imitate. Ariana did catch herself looking at Nicki's breasts again, before forcing herself to look at the woman's eyes. Chatter at least came easily as Ariana practically twittered like a bird.

The elevator opened and Ariana hurried after Nicki, her excitement again making her feet move quickly. The suite looked nice; Ariana had stayed in a few like this herself. She couldn't help but make a teasing comment about the bed though, pointing out that it seemed like Nicki had taken the honeymoon suite or something. At least it wasn't shaped like a heart and had mirrors overhead; Ariana had tried sleeping in a bed like that.

For now, she headed over to the bar, trying not to look too eager. "I usually get something fruity and sweet and all, or something with a cute name," admitted Ariana. "Like, uh, fuzzy navel or sex on the beach," and another giggle. Ariana shifted, her eyes going wide as she looked to the bed. She'd only tried pot once or twice and, as expected, it hit her nearly as hard as alcohol. She reached up to run her hand through her red-brown hair, fidgeting. "uh, I guess we could?" she tried, though she could practically hear a children's cartoon character yelling at her for giving into peer pressure. "We probably don't wanna overdue it or anything though, right?" Ariana smiled and looked at Nicki, hoping that her comment wouldn't be seen as chickening out or anything.
 
"Ari, chill. I ain't forcing you into anything, just leaving the offer there if you wanna take it up," Nicki said. She wouldn't be too shocked if Ariana had smoked some marijuana before, it was all the rage with teens. For now though she focused on making the drinks, skilled hands preparing the concoction of vodka, peach schnapps, cranberry juice and orange juice to prepare the colourful fruity drink her younger friend had sought.

The hotel spared no expense on stocking these private bars. After all, if you could afford the room then you should be able to drink whatever you damn well please. "Sex on the beach huh? Ariana you naughty girl, didn't take you for the public sort," she said teasingly as she pushed the glass out toward her. Not the finest one you could get, but it tasted good enough and would give the buzz she needed.

"Me though, I'm more of a Black Russian kinda gal," Nicki said as she set down a large glass, getting to work mixing vodka and coffee liqueur. "I knew a Black Russian once. Girl had an ass like a shelf, you know? Damn if it didn't look sexy though," Nicki said with a high pitched laugh following it up, leaving it up in the air if it was a joke or an actual story. Taking up her glass she took a long sip of the ebony liquid before focusing back on the slim redhead.

She smiled and once more gave her that seductive half-lidded gaze "Anyway, how've you been? Any scandals I should know about?" she teased.
 
"I didn't think you were trying to force me or anything," insisted Ariana, shaking her head. "I just---uh, maybe later?" There, that would work, right? She really didn't want to seem lame or something in front of Nicki. Bad enough that she kept giggling and looked and acted like some kind of schoolgirl. It just had to be so much easier to act adult and sexy when you were Nicki. The woman practically radiated confidence.

"Sex on the---" Ariana repeated, then giggled yet again as she got Nicki's joke. "No, I meant the drink. All the sex stuff still makes me kinda nervous," she smiled and moved to grab the glass. Yes, alcohol, the social lubricant of nervous young people everywhere. Ariana took a hefty swig, glad for the sweet flavor and the burn that she knew would soon follow. She didn't even notice Nicki moving until the girl got to work on her own drink.

The comment again had Ariana giggling, though it was with Nicki this time. She took another sip of her drink when Nicki did hers. Yeah, that would work: just time her drinks to Nicki's. Though Nicki probably weighed more and drank way more often than Ariana.... No, no, don't overthink it.

Ariana put a finger to her mouth and swallowed as Nicki asked her question. She giggled at it. "I don't think I've really got anything scandalous," she admitted, tapping the glass. "Well, I did find out that my costume people have been buying my outfits from sex shops," she giggled at that, smiling at Nicki, "can you believe that? They're cute though, so, like, I didn't tell them to stop or anything," Ariana smiled, feeling a little naughty for admitting that, even if it was nearly public knowledge. Despite her earlier promise, she also took another sip of her drink. It tasted better than she remembered, though it was probably all in her head.
 
There was something so oddly liberating about Ariana's company. She was cute, with those little giggles and nervous mannerisms, while Nicki held a more cocky smile. She supposed she was similar in the past, but Ariana had turned the 'cute young girl routine' into an artform. Really she had come out of the Nickelodeon thing surprisingly well considering her peers all had shows of their own.

"From sex shops huh? Yeah I've gotten some stuff like that. I don't mind though. I mean hell, we're not puritans. No shame in showing off a bit right?" Nicki said before taking a languid sip of her drink. The burn followed soon after but she acted as if it didn't exist. She did, after all, have plenty of experience with her alcohol. "You pull it off though. I mean those kitty cat ears? Never seen a girl look cute and hot at the same time, but you own that look."

Another sip, followed soon after by her setting the glass on the varnished wood. "Back on point though... you're nervous about sex? Aw c'mon hon, what've you got to be nervous about? You could wrap any man around your finger if you wanted," she said. To be honest Nicki was surprised she hadn't but the more she spoke with Ariana the more she realised the slim Italian wasn't just actng nnocent- she genuinely was a sweet young lady. A cute little doe being watched by the hungry eyes of an experienced lioness.

"I'd be more than happy to give you some pointers. Let's just say I know my way around guy stuff."
 
Ariana nodded as Nicki repeated the comment, then brightened further still at Nicki's assertions. It just sounded so modern, so mature, the whole idea of being proud enough of your body to show it off. Ariana was tempted to mention that she still mostly just picked outfits because they looked "cute," though apparently the whole boot wearing thing was becoming, well, a thing. As were the...

Ariana's eyes widened as Nicki mentioned the cat ears, and she reached a hand up: sure enough, she was wearing a pair. "Oh Gawwwww,' she said, practically burying her head in her arms, "I've been wearing these stupid ears the whole time!" She did look up as Nicki continued, insisting that she didn't need to be worried about sex or what have you. Ariana squirmed slightly, reaching to take another sip of her drink. She only had about a third of it done but she was already feeling a bit dizzy. Probably just the nerves acting up again.

"Well, yeah, I guess," she said, shrugging. "I know I'm cute and all. I get a ton of creepy fanletters too," she shuddered, thinking about some of them. She'd gotten one or two that were just downright disgusting. "And I've done some... stuff with my boyfriends," She flushed again, fidgeting. "Oh, and obviously I'm ,like, trying to be more sexy and all for the videos, like in 'Bang, Bang.'"

Ariana bit her lip and fidgeted again. Nicki was sitting there, offering her pointers, and if anyone knew how to work men, surely Nicki did. Plus, talking about guys and sex sounded way adult to Ariana, and not, like, boring adult like talking about politics or something. So she nodded, straightening up a little. "Sure thing: I could use some advice and all," she giggled, "should I be taking notes? Sex lessons 101 with Professor Nicki?" she giggled again, adding a little wiggle to her seat.
 
Nicki couldn't help but laugh as the slim woman finally realised the feline dressing on her head, looking all the more cute. Nicki finished her drink in a final swig, noticed that Ariana's drink was running low in the process. "Professor Nicki. Shit, I like the sound of that. But somehow I don't think I'd be able to make the class focus on anything but my T and A," she said simply. Not that she would bemoan that. Nicki made herself a sex symbol and she would hardly complain about the boon that had given her career.

She took up another glass, and with precision quickness she prepared a fresh Sex on the Beach for her young companion. The buzz was there but she needed it to be a little stronger. She was suggestible but not putty in the dark-skinned beauties hands just yet. "Okay, so, let's start simple. Most guys your age are dumb, I mean I just gotta say that right off the bat. When it comes to sex most are gonna be dumb. Porn rots their brains, warps the expectations, and most of 'em are gonna try pull some stupid shit they saw on Brazzers or Xvideos or what the fuck ever."

She smile again and reached a hands over, slim fingers stroking along her jawline "And you... well you're a sweet little flower. Can't have anyone going rough on you right off the bat. You gotta make them work a bit for it, they gotta work you up until you're ready to blossom for 'em. Got it? So that's where foreplay comes in. Most guys don't like it, keeps 'em from getting their dicks sticky, but you're gonna be damn glad for it."

With that she pulled back and started making herself another Black Russian, using the same ratio as the first one. Strong, hit nice and hard, but she would still be sober longer than the olive-skinned cutie. "Mind if I get a little touchy-feely? Not in a weird way or nothin', I just need to show you how to get boys to treat that body of yours right."
 
Professor Nicki, yeah, Ariana would definitely bet that nobody would pay attention in that class. Well, they might, like, pay attention to Nicki's cleavage or something. Great, now Ariana was picturing Nicki in a professor outfit, complete with tight suit and glasses... which was kind of hot. Then again, when wasn't Nicki at least a little hot.

Ariana shifted and carefully focused on the "little hot" Nicki as she began. Ariana nodded, adding a little giggle as Nicki insisted that most guys her age were kind of dumb. As if Ariana didn't already know that. She did want to point out that they weren't quite that dumb; at least, not the ones she dated. Yeah, they, like, obviously wanted sex and all, and at least one boyfriend had pretty well spewed his load over Ariana the moment she pulled his cock out, but, still...

Ariana froze as Nicki touched her jaw, froze and then smiled nervously as Nicki insisted she was a sweet little flower. She lowered her brown eyes, trying not to look as embarrassed about the comment as she felt. Foreplay? "You mean like blowjobs and stuff? I've so done those before," she had, sort of. It had mostly involved her kissing a guy's tip and then licking at him for a bit like a kid with a lollypop. He'd blasted off after that, though of course Ariana had gotten out of the way. Cum looked pretty disgusting after all, and she definitely didn't want any of it on her face or anything.

For now, she took a sip of her drink, noticing that it had gotten full. Great, now she couldn't remember if she'd only had half or what. Well, a little more wouldn't hurt, right? For that matter, neither would letting Nicki do a little touching. "Sure thing," Ariana said, shrugging, "what's a little touching between girlfriends?" She giggled then, taking another sip. Her drink tasted really good. But was it just Ariana or was it getting hotter in here? She nearly wanted to fan herself, but focused on sitting up nice and straight for Nicki when she came over.
 
When Ariana said she had given blowjobs, Nicki immediately wanted to rebuke that statement. As if she had given a proper blowjob before... licking maybe, but actually sucking a dude off? As if. But Nicki held her tongue for now, smiled politely as ever and then moved around the bar. Any sexual experience the young starlet had was slim pickings compared to the perversions the ebony singer would visit upon her.

"Alright, just relax. This might get a little weird or whatever, but it's just a demonstration." Nicki pulled up the seat behind her, her heavy breasts pressing into slim surface area of Ariana's back. "Alright, so you get them to start slow. Getting felt up is a good way to get your motor running. Start off slow..." Nicki's voice took a more sensual undercurrent, her hands now lightly pressing into Ariana's stomach. Not with any degree of tightness, just enough to let their presence be known.

Up they went, both hands moving slowly and steadily until they were caressing the underside of her bust through the fabric of her shirt. Again not enough to be painful, but enough to make their presence known. She didn't want to scare her little doe off, just lull her into that state of easy drunken lust.

"Works better if you're naked but you get the idea... let 'em slowly rub your body, you know mainly working the tits and ass... but a backrub can be pretty good too... You gotta make them work for it, you gotta make sure that boy gets you fuckin' drenched before he thinks of putting his dick in it. After all Ari, you're a star. Anyone fucking you has gotta be willing to prove their worth..." Nicki leaned in, hot breath lightly tickling the shell of her ear as she slowly and sensually purred out "....right?"
 
"Right, totally relaxing," insisted Ariana. She shifted again, reaching up to play with her hair a bit as Nicki moved around. She could feel Nicki behind her, then felt the impressive push of the woman's massive breasts. Ariana's eyes went wide at that sensation. They just felt so big! Looking had been one thing, but these felt like they should be the size of Ariana's head or something.

No, don't think about that. Just think about Nicki's lesson and stuff. Ariana took another drink, swallowing and setting it down. Start slow, and the hands teased Ariana's bared stomach. The performer's abdomen muscles rippled for a moment, demonstrating some skill in control. Soft skin wrapped about her lean little body, squeezing her into that tight, girlish package. Said package now got caressed by the hands. Ariana could feel Nicki teasing the bottom of her shirt, just flickering at the edge. She had the insane urge to insist that Nicki slide her hands up, to feel those talented digits playing against her. but no, that was silly, stupid. She clearly needed to drink less and spend a little bit more time with her boyfriend.

The girl shifted, her hand going to stroke her hair almost worriedly now, as though she were petting herself. "Right, a nice rub feels good," agreed Ariana. She bit her lip for a moment, fidgeting again, before blinking. 'Drenched?" she looked back at Nicki, her brow furrowing. "Like, that actually happens? I always thought that it was just some kind of myth or something. Like, sometimes I get a little damp down there if I'm, you know, really excited and all, but drenched? Nobody gets that wet," she sounded so sure of herself. Someone had so told her that wasn't true. Heck, Ariana wasn't even totally convinced that girls could cum. She'd seen a few pornos and all, and it always looked like they were faking it to her. But drenched?

Well, she supposed that would prove they were worth, uh, "dicking" her, she guessed. She still didn't quite think it was possible, but she definitely wasn't going to argue with "Professor" Nicki.
 
"Ari, trust me, I've seen it happen plenty of girls. You wind a girl up enough and it's like Niagara Falls down there. Like I said, guys your age are dumb. If any of 'em got you wet to begin with it'd be some kinda miracle." Nicki shrugged. The younger woman was trying to sound smarter than she was. On one hand it was cute, but on the other it was as a bit of a challenge. Get the redhead to eat her own words... among other things.

Now her left hand roamed up and fully gripped Ariana's left breast, the fabric only obscuring so much of the sensation as Nicki rolled the perky orb in her hand. "As I was saying, getting hands massaging your curves is good. Get 'em to grind your pussy and clit a bit too, helps with the stimulation." Nicki's other hand was continuing to stroke at the singer's taut tanned abdomen all the same and she refrained from sticking a hand down her pants just yet.

"But see, there are other 'erogenous zones' ya know? Ones you wouldn't think of. Little bit of teasing on the ear, or some toying with the neck... well for me personally, that shit feels better than cocaine," she sad with a quick snicker. As if to prove that point she spent some time surveying her prey's slender, elegant neck, homing in on her little weakpoints.

Leaning in again, the older woman slowly kissed along her neck and proceeded to lightly suckle on a few sections of the sweet flesh on display. She was mindful, slow and methodical, but her aim seem to be as keen as a snipers in how she so efficiently targeted the occasional cluster of pleasure-inducing nerves. "See what I mean?" she murmured huskily after the third quick kiss while the hand groping Ariana's left breast grew a little more vigorous.
 
How had Nicki seen it on plenty of girls? Had she been doing some group sex or something? Ariana could actually see it and all, though she didn't exactly have a lot of time to mull it over or do more than briefly picture. For Nicki's hand went for Ariana's breast. the firm little mound of flesh had been teased by boys in the past, but they clearly didn't have a fucking clue what they were doing. Nicki rolled and teased it like a fucking master. Within seconds, Ariana was gripping the chair and fighting against squirming, her lip again going between her teeth. Massage her curves? Her pussy and... clit? At least Ariana knew that clits were real, though she'd given up trying to find hers after a truly embarrassing night where she'd fumbled around for nearly half an hour and ended up just being sore.

But no, instead Nicki teased Ariana's abs. The singer could feel her muscles relaxing under the touch. The tension slowly melted: Ariana's grip on the chair becoming less and less of a death grip. This felt... good, real good. Ariana's head spun a bit and she swore she felt some heat building, particularly in her nether region.

"Yeah, I know that," insisted Ariana, turning to look a little over her shoulder at Nicki. "Like, if a guy nibbles on my neck, I just melt," she tried nodding, but Nicki had already gone to work. Ariana let out a little gasp as those lips teased all around her neck. The hands opened and closed as Ariana found herself arching, leaning back slightly against it. Nicki found the little sweet spots, and it certainly helped that Ariana let out a cute little "oh" and sprang up slightly from her chair each time she did.

Soon a husky breath panted words in her ear before closing into a kiss. Ariana felt the hand upon her breast up the ante, felt her nipple stiffening to a point. She knew the little dusky peak wouldn't stick out, given the bra she wore to prevent that, though she was betting that wouldn't stop Nicki from seeking it out. "Um," Ariana managed, squirming again, "this does feel pretty good and all, but, like," she tried to look, "it's just because you know what you're doing, right? How am I supposed to get someone a boy, a boy someone," she flushed and bit her lip for a moment, squirming, "to do this? Aren't they just gonna want me to suck on their, uh, penis?"
 
If this girl as any cuter then everyone around her would be at risk of getting diabetes. There was something just oddly enthralling about that sexy dancers body of hers, and her more naive mannerisms. It took an awful lot of effort on the busty woman's part to pull her lips back when Ariana spoke, all while her hands continued their skilled stroking motions along her abdomen and breast to keep her kitten purring.

"If a guy wants you to suck his dick then fairs fair. He's gotta be willing to lick at your pussy and asshole in return, ya know? But sometimes if you want foreplay you gotta tell 'em firmly that that's what you want. An' if they try to force you, knee 'em in the nuts," she said with a playful snicker. With that she leaned in and briefly nibbled along Ariana's tanned neck, just to see if she could get her to melt for her.

After some more seconds in which she further toyed with her lover Nicki pulled back "Mm... I could show you some more, but we might have to get a little more intense. You okay with undressin' for me girl? It'll be easy for me to show you what your body likes if there's no fabric in the way, you know?"

Nicki was willing to assume Ariana was drunk, horny and naive enough to follow that train of thought. She just needed to make her a mess of nerves pleading for release before she unleashed her secret weapon and made her aware of exactly what she wanted.
 
Ariana's nose wrinkled as Nicki mentioned licking assholes. Though she ended up giggling soon after thanks to the comment about kneeing a guy in the nuts. Yeah, she could definitely do that. "I don't know about--ooh!" Ariana straightened for a moment as she felt Nicki nibbling at her neck. Hadn't Ariana just mentioned that was a weak spot? She felt her body going limp and had to scramble to not outright slide off the chair. It also definitely felt warmer in the room, way warm. Super warm, like, almost hot, and Ariana could feel bits of sweat already starting to gather. As Nicki nibbled, it got hotter, leading Ariana to believe that maybe it wasn't the room that was feeling it.

Nicki pulled away and Ariana realized she'd started panting. Her firm breasts rose and fall steadily, practically jutting lewdly. The nipples ached, ached so good. Her core felt nice and hot too, like butter beginning to melt right into her sex. Yes, her sex felt... buttery, though kind of like butter that had been set out too long, just starting to tingle and all.

No fabric? Ariana bit her lip, chewing. Well, it did make sense, especially if she really wanted to learn. But it sounded a lot like getting ready for sex and all. It was Nicki though, and Nicki was cool about stuff like this. Ariana squirmed again, turning to look at Nicki.

"Can, like, I just strip to my bra and panties?" she asked, sounding downright adorable as her voice went a little higher. "because I'm not sure I'd really, um, relax if I were naked and all. You can do whatever through them, right?" she was already moving to unbutton her pants, figuring that if she proved how eager and helpful she was, she'd get her way. It sounded like a fair compromise to Ariana. She was already flushed, feeling all buzzy and stuff. How many drinks had she had? Why was she letting Nicki do this again? Oh, yeah, to learn. Right, to learn from an older woman who knew what she was doing. Yeah, that was the point.
 
By this point all was going swimmingly. She had made enough playthings out of girls like Ariana to know how to play her like a fiddle. Young, barely experienced, and with a nubile body just screaming for skilled hands to awaken it. Still she was still a little wise, keeping hesitant on going fully naked. "Hm... well, it keeps enough of you on display if you're in your bra and panties. Hm, one thing first."

She moved from behind Ariana and moved around the counter once more, clicking a button next to the racks of fine bottles. With that one button push the room grew a little darker, the thick curtains now blocking out the world outside. "Don't want anyone peering in and getting the wrong idea, right?" she asked, speaking as if this was all still quite normal. But the bootilicious artist knew they passed normal some time ago.

Nicki waited for Ariana to undress as she pleased, taking her glass of Black Russian and polishing off the last stretch of that strong drink. Again it hit hard and made her throat grow a little more raw, while filled with a brimming burning desire in other areas. She was getting a little 'stiff' but she still held enough self control to keep that cock from springing out.

As a gesture of good will she slipped off her pink blouse, tossing it onto the bar and revealing the navy bra straining to keep her ample chest in place. Her stomach was taut in the same manner Ariana's was, though her torso was a bit broader in general and her chocolate-coloured arms looked a tad stronger too.

"I could ditch the bra too if you want. I mean I saw you looking at these chocolate tits, don't go denying it," she said, now smiling and licking her lips. In that brief instant the younger woman could see the stud in her tongue, polished silvery metal that had plundered many-a-pussy.
 
Ariana smiled and nodded, already moving to rise to her feet, figuring she'd need to stand to get undressed properly. She'd just finished undoing her pants when Nicki talked about first things. She paused, blinking and looking at the older woman, wondering what was going on. Ariana watched as Nicki closed the blinds, blocking out the world, sealing them in. The little starlet flushed, realizing that she'd just about stripped with the blinds open. where was her head?

Well, she could manage now. She finished unfastening her pants. As soon as the pressure left, she looked to Nicki. Should she be teasing the older woman? No, no, they weren't, like, going to have sex or anything. It just kind of felt like that, since Nicki had been nibbling her neck and then there had been the dimming lights and the stripping. This was just normal girlfriend stuff. just get down to your underwear and feel around a bit. Every girl did that, right?

So Ariana wiggled, seeming to dance in place as she shimmied the pants down. They dragged a pair of panties at first. If Nicki had been hoping to see the cute little dancer in a thong or something equally scandalous, she'd have to wait. Ariana did have on a pair of black panties, but they were seamless and cotton; she had, after all, just been at dance practice prior to meeting with Nicki. They tugged slightly down her toned, tanned body, dislodging enough to show that Ariana had a slight tanline: a very thin line that seemed to indicate that she did, in fact, own a very tiny bikini somewhere. She flushed and pulled the rest of her pants off, fumbling for a moment as she kicked them aside. When she straightened, Ariana reached down to pull at the panties, adjusting them, noticing that her sex did still feel nice and warm.

She then licked her lips and reached for the bottom of her shirt, pausing only as she realized that Nicki was shirtless too. Her eyes zoned in on those impressive breasts, openly gawking, the drunken mind not quite able to realize this might not be a great plan. When Nicki spoke, Ariana jerked her head up, managing to just see the stud in Nicki's lips. "What? No, I was just... they're really nice is all. You're all womanly and I'm, uh, not," she flushed and then pulled at the shirt. She got caught on her hair for a moment and had to rearrange things. Nicki got a few moments of Ariana's mostly bared body while the girl's shirt covered her face. The taut abdomen muscles undulated as the girl moved. A lacy black bra matched the panties and held up her cute little breasts almost too perfectly. Ariana finally pulled her top off and tossed it to the pile, reaching down to adjust her bra for a moment and then the ears.

"Okay," she said, nodding, "now what? did you want me to, like, sit or keep standing or...?" She looked around, trying to figure out where she should be going.
 
"Ah don't go smack talking yourself. You're womanly as all hell Ari. Like, one of those 'girl next door' types that boys are into," she replied. Still, since Ariana didn't specifically say not to, the older singer took the time to reach back and unhook her bra in a single motion. She slipped it off and fully unveiled the heavy brown orbs of her breasts, each topped with a blacker nipple that stood out perfectly against her flawless skin.

Now she took the time to freely examine the half-naked star, eyeing her with a barely restrained hunger. By this point it was really hard to keep her act going, but just a little more teasing would have innocent lil' Ariana Grande pleading for a proper fucking. The black bra and panties were a nice touch, even though she sorely doubted Ariana intended to be seductive today, and her keeping the cat ears on was just adding fuel to the fire.

"Follow," she ordered in a firm tone, speaking like a commander leading a troop as she made for the bed.

It was quite large, looked as if it could fit three people, and the mattress was quite soft to the touch. The duvet equally felt almost unrealistically silky... they really didn't pull any punches when making this place fancy. "Lie down on your front. Gonna teach you where you should let a guy massage you. Trust me, you'll be like a stick of TNT ready to blow when I get done with my hands."
 
"Yeah, like you said, 'girrrr---" Ariana trailed off as Nicki removed her bra. The singer's eyes went wide with shock as she openly stared at the massive, dark chocolate orbs. They were just so round and large and even more beautiful than Ariana had imagined, and she'd thought her imagination had been quite vivid. The nipples that capped them looked strangely inviting and somewhat heavy. Ariana almost wanted to touch them, to see if they felt like her own or like something else.

Instead she looked, noticing that Nicki had been staring at her. There was something in the dark woman's gaze that made Ariana shiver. it looked... hungry, as though a lion eyed a doe. Ariana found herself licking her lips again, fidgeting, moving her hands behind her back to interlace fingers slightly, the motion pushing her firm breasts upward, surging them against her bra.

Follow, and Ariana did, moving toward the bed. She remembered her crack about honeymoons, and now realized what Nicki intended. Ariana flushed; this felt super intimate and all. Shouldn't they stay on the chair or something? she nearly wanted to ask, even turned to Nicki to do so, only to find the order coming. Lay down on her... front? Ariana frowned at that, figuring that she'd misheard. All her, well, stuff was on the front and Nicki wanted...? Well, she did talk about massage so, yeah, it made sense.

Ariana took a deep breath. She nodded. then she climbed onto the bed. "Ooh, it's soft," she said, giggling and bouncing a bit. She then licked her lips, nodded, and shifted forward, sliding along the bed, feeling the soft fabric drag against her skin. Wait, hadn't Nicki just said something about getting ready to blow? They weren't... this was just a demonstration, right? Ariana frowned, her dazed mind trying to work through the words and figure things out. This was just a demo, just Nicki helping her out... right?
 
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