The Layover update

Out on stage, Ariana went through her dress rehearsal, her back-up dancers and stagehands already noticing the vast difference in energy compared to what Ariana had exhibited before on the tour. Not that she was ever low-energy, but tonight, she was almost bouncing off the walls with exuberance, and everyone could feel that it would translate into a spectacular show. Not only had Ariana’s fears and doubts been laid to rest in the hazy afterglow of her enjoyable interlude with David, but all of Liz Gillies’ prodding had left her with a competitive edge as she sought to put her old costar in her place.

In her dressing room, though, the energy was of a far different sort. David had already had a taxing session with Ariana before Liz happened on the two of them and pushed them all into a threesome. And if Ariana was voracious, Liz was hell on heels. He was left wishing for an icepack to rest on his balls, while Liz sat regally at Ariana’s vanity, looking all the more exquisite in contrast to the sheer sluttiness of her voluptuously naked body and the cum she’d left on the corner of her lips like a beauty mark after she’d tongued Ariana’s ass to get it.

Distantly, Ariana’s music echoed and thrummed and throbbed through the walls and into the empty air, sounding curiously tinny without all the screaming fans and stomping feet that would usually accompany the concert speakers being given a work-out. 

Liz stuck her tongue slowly out of her mouth, running it all the way around her lips, leaving them gleaming as she licked up the last trace of David’s cum. From the way her eyes lit up as she sucked her tongue back inside her mouth, it was obvious she wasn’t happy with the fact that Ariana had more of it up her ass than she had down her throat. And Liz would be more than happy to rectify that.

“So, is that all you got?” she drawled, looking over David, her wicked gaze doing so much to electrify his tired body that her sweetly sinister voice was almost overkill. “Did little Ari wear you out or do you have some more? Ready to leave the kids’ table behind? Hmm? Come to the big table and fuck me on it?”

David was speechless as Liz pushed away from the vanity. When she was motionless, he’d almost been able to grow used to her erotic beauty. It was just one angle on her, after all, and like a dog-eared centerfold, one could grow inured to its charms. But now that she was in motion, Liz was irresistible. Her generous breasts jiggled with every supermodel step she took. Every breath, every look, every stride broadcast a challenging disdain, backed by real sexual excitement, that made him want to conquer her even while making that task seem impossible. As over-the-top as the phrase sounded to his modern ears, she really was a bitch goddess out of some Penthouse forum.

Walking past him, giving him every imaginable view of her attributes and flashing a smile that knew they lived up to any man’s expectations, she came to the small cot that served as a place for Ariana to take catnaps at odd moments. Liz sat down on it, striking an effortless sort of pose that sent throbbing demand into David’s groin, demand for all of the sexual playthings that Liz so casually displayed to him. Her breasts, her lips, the slick wetness of her womanhood as she uncrossed her legs to better show it off and then teasingly hid it between crossed thighs again.

“Oh, I think you have some more,” Liz smirked, eying his rising erection. “And judging from the way Ari got off, you’re no amateur. So come on. Bring it here. Play in the big leagues. Fuck me right on Ariana’s little girl bed. Right on top of her precious Barbie bedspread. When she’s done with her set, she can come back here and find me halfway fucking pregnant with all your Bubble Yum. Then you can fuck her too—it’ll be a while before the audience takes their seats. She performs again, which makes it my turn, and after she does her encore, you do yours. In her face. In her ass. Wherever. That’ll be… what… five go-arounds? That’s nothing. That dyke Victoria gave me five Os in a row all the time. In fact, I think if you can do it, I’ll give you her number. You can bag all three of us. That’d be one way for us to have something in common now that the show’s over. Or, you could just fuck me over and over again. In every hole I have. Whichever way you want. I really don’t care how you use me; treat me like a fucking whore if you want.” She smiled broadly, leaving no doubt that she meant every perverted word. “Just as long as I come.”