The Layover update

Liz Gillies walked onto the stage being constructed for the Ariana Grande concert and looked around. There was nobody but teamsters in sight. Finally, one of the back-up dancers appeared, asking around for a smoke. “Hey, you, where’s Ariana?” Liz called.

“Oh, wow, you’re Liz Gillies!”

Liz gave a sardonic nod. “Now and then. Ariana?”

“Right, yeah, you’re friends—she’s in her dressing room, I think. We haven’t rehearsed yet. Do you have any cigarettes?”

“No, I have a life expectancy,” Liz replied, and walked backstage. 

She found Ariana’s dressing room easily enough—she just had to have her name on the door. Liz knocked and tried the handle, but it didn’t move.

“Ariana? It’s Liz!” She tried the handle again, but it was firmly locked.

She heard indistinct noises behind the door and finally Ariana said “I’m sleeping. Come back later.”

Liz jiggled the handle as if that would work. “You never sleep before a big show. I know who’s in there! Now open the door or I’ll break it down!” She kicked hard against the door to back up her words, though she had no idea if she could actually knock it down.

The lock clicked open. Liz threw the door open to see Ariana backing up without any clothes on, David sitting on the room’s small cot, his hands over his manhood naked. Liz stepped it, closed the door, and locked it once more.

Ariana sat down next to David. “He came by to watch me rehearse, I said he could wait in my dressing room, one thing led to another—“

“You don’t ever pass up a good fuck, do you Ari?” Liz set her purse down and leaned on the dressing table. “I never should’ve told you what a big cock he has. I bet you slobbered all over it the moment the door was shut.”

“Liz,” David said, “it’s not like we’re dating—“

Liz cut him off. “We fucked. You fuck me, that means you’re mine. I don’t like sharing my toys.”

“There wasn’t any sharing!” Ariana protested innocently, before giving Liz a sultry smirk. “I took all of it.”

Liz snapped her teeth at the sudden show of attitude. She thought she’d teach Ariana a little lesson—if the bitch liked big cocks, she’d get all the big cock she could stand.

Ariana evidently considered the matter closed with that bon mot. She patted David’s thigh. “Maybe we’d better get dressed. I have a show to do and it does take time to look this good.”

“Especially for you,” Liz snapped. She pulled her cigarettes out of her purse. “No one’s getting dressed. I never pass up a good fuck either, and since I suppose you two are having one, why don’t I just watch? I’d like to see you take it all.”

Ariana was stunned. “You… you would?”

David’s eyes lit up. He had just started to enter Ariana when Liz started knocking on the door. Now he could get back to business, and with Liz Gillies watching. In fact, this would be even better than before. Having every thrust watched by a masturbatory Liz would add a thrilling new dimension to the pleasure he felt.

“Get on the floor, where I can watch nice and close,” Liz said, lighting her cigarette.

Ariana stood up and gave Liz a girlish kiss on the cheek, evidently sharing David’s enjoyment of exhibitionism being added to their fuck. Liz put her hand on Ariana’s shoulder and pressed downward, urging her to the carpeted floor that David now stood on. Liz took hold of his manhood, even now amazed by the warmth she felt coming off it. She told herself that it was hotter than it had been for her because there were two girls here, despite the fact that she was wearing clothes.

“Liz, c’mon, that’s mine, let me feel,” Ariana said, but as she reached out, Liz slapped her hand away. Getting down on her knees beside Ariana, Liz robbed David’s cock in both hands. When Ariana gave her a pouty, beseeching look, Liz let go of it, only to slide her lips over his erection.

David had to strain to keep from coming. Just one little look downward and he could see Ariana Grande kneeling there waiting for his dick, while Liz Gillies sucked him down her throat. Liz gagged slightly, having him penetrate her gullet as she left a ruby red lipstick mark on the base of his groin, then she gurgled her way back off of his member until she was only working on his cockhead, drenching the glans in her saliva, getting David as hard as a rock. Finally, Liz pulled away with a final smack of her lips.

“Guess it takes a lot to make you come, huh? Why don’t you fuck Ariana in the ass?”

“In the ass?” David repeated.

“In my ass?” Ariana screamed.

“Great acoustics in here,” Liz commented. “Yes, not her pussy, not her mouth, her precious little backdoor. Ariana’s a big girl now. She should be able to take it anywhere. Take all of it.”

“But it’ll hurt,” Ariana said, sounding frightened.

“Sure, it’ll hurt. You probably won’t be able to do all your choreography tonight. But you never were that good a dancer.” Liz flicked the ash from her cigarette into Ariana’s hair.

“Fuck you!” Ariana cried.

Liz flicked her eyes up to David. “You heard her, butch. Fuck me. Because if she can’t take you up the ass, I certainly can.”