Erica learns the hard way (Closed)

[ForeverIllinois]

OOC:
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Closed for ericrodman101 and I!

Disclaimer:

Everyone and everything in this story is made-up and fictional! The story is going to be a bit depraved so if this isn't your cup of tea, stop reading now.


IC:
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That was the picture that made me Insta-famous on Instagram, about a year ago. I was at the pool with some friends and Bobby, my best friend and boyfriend. I tried to dress as hot as I possibly could that day, because I wanted to take a nice picture. I had no idea that it was going to spin out of control and get me one hundred thousand followers in a single weekend though! A bunch of blogs went on about me, or specifically my body. I was hot, and I knew it - I mean, I am fit and have big boobs (30D). But I'd be pretty dumb if I told you that my booty wasn't what was the most famous thing about me. After all, with soooo many articles going over me with such titles as "How Erica Gonzalez is the next Kim Kardashian", you'd be pretty clueless to not know that yourself. That said, I loved the fame and I was so excited about pursuing this Hollywood lifestyle that I actually dropped out of my freshman year of high school, with Bobby doing the same to work as my manager. I thought that we made a pretty good team, although if I had to say who was the brains behind all of my fame, I'd point you to my one and only!

I got about two sponsorship deals with swimwear companies, and they gave me good money to wear their stuff every now and again. I also got gigs here and there to show up at various night clubs - appearing next to other famous social media models. Although I hit the big leagues, I did hit a bit of a speed bump that not even Bobby could fix... that is, until he got me a gig with Nate Williams, an actor and entrepreneur who is pretty well known on the internet. Personally I didn't know much about him, but Bobby sure did. Apparently he's a big deal and so I had to say, I was pretty excited to be a special guest for his pool party.

Honestly? I couldn't believe that he picked me to show up, specifically. He had to have me in mind for a while now, seeing as he told Bobby something along the lines of:

"Tell her to wear those hoop earrings and to wear that bathing suit from her famous picture"

If I had to take a wild guess, I'd say that he must have been a fan of mine!

"How do I look baby?" I asked Bobby, as he slowly stopped the car in front of the place. A large, multi floor house that could pass as a frat house, stood right out the door and my heart was racing with excitement. My boyfriend grinned, before replying "Fucking hot."

I giggled, before I waved him off. He was going to look for parking and come by a little bit later - meanwhile, I was going to go in by myself and let Nate know that boyfriend would be coming by...

It's so strange, seeing as I've worn bathing suits all the time for photoshoots, but walking outside (even for a few steps) in this outfit felt so weird! My sandals pressed against the cement side-walk as I took my first steps towards the front door, making me feel immediately self-conscious of the slight jiggle I felt my exposed cheeks do, right before I rang the door bell - with a well built, muscular man greeting me.

Nervously, I uttered out:

"H-Hello? This is Erica. Nate had me be his guest for the party?"

 

[ericrodman101]

"Erica fucking Gonzalez!"

I nodded.

"You hired Erica fucking Gonzalez for the party?"

I handed Troy a beer and we sat outside by the pool. Erica. Hmmm. I'd admired her since I first set eyes on her Instagram spread and then watched her career fizz and burn. I'd even stalked her for a bit, watched her do a few modelling turns and then stayed up the back in the shadows when she'd launched her signing career. Her once only turn at the mic. Yes Erica had turned out to be a visual deal only. Decorative, you might say.

"Why not?" I said. "It's my party, my best friends are coming, and I thought, who better to entertain us?"

Troy nodded and smiled, then sipped his beer. He was first to arrive. Troy was always first. Did the sad fucker have a life?

The caterers had been and gone. It was just beer and party food. Eating wasn't going to be the main act tonight. I was celebrating my latest porn site going live. Just me and a few mates, some who'd helped finance it, some who'd worked on the technical side, even a couple of guys who acted in front of live cams.

"Nate Williams, you da man," Troy said. "But what exactly is Erica fucking Gonzalez going to do to entertain us?"

"And is Fucking even her middle name?" I said.

The doorbell rang and I left Troy to contemplate his beer and why Erica's parents had called her Fucking. It was another guy, Jake, IT whiz. Jake supervised all my web sites. No matter how hot the girls and how depraved the shows, if the technical stuff didn't work, you were fucked.

"Jake, my man," I said, shaking his hand. "Come on through. Troy's out back trying to figure out how to count to 21 without taking his dick out."

Jake laughed. I like how my friends always laugh at my jokes. I was about to follow Jake through when the doorbell rang again.

In fifteen minutes all the guys were here, and it was just our special guest we were waiting on.

"So this Erica chick is the entertainment for tonight," said Wendell.

He did whatever I needed doing. Debt collecting, transport, putting the screws on people, and if someone failed to show up, Wendell could turn his hand to fucking on camera. He had a cock like a utility pole. And he stuck it in just as far.

"What does she do?"

"Whatever I pay her to do?" I said to Wendell.

"Yeah, but what did you tell her she was going to do?"

"You getting concerned about the ladies in your old age?" I said. "You weren't very concerned when you were ass fucking that coed on live cam last week and she screamed her fucking tits off."

"That was in the script," Wendell said. "And she signed the disclaimer. She thanked me afterwards. Gave me her fucking mobile number. I think I'm in love."

This time I laughed.

"The day you think you're in love, Wendell, I'll book you for a bridal party gangbang. Romantic enough for you?"

I looked at my watch. Erica was due. And on cue, the doorbell rang again.

"Wendell, why don't you let her in. She's bringing her boyfriend, her manager. I'm keen to know if he's a customer. Let me know if he recognises you."

"He won't recognise me with my cock in my pants," Wendell said, and went to the door.

I turned to the rest of the party. Twelve guys from the business. Twelve guys with whom I'd worked in good times and bad. Twelve guys whose collective brains made producing and broadcasting porn the pleasure it was for the audience, and hopefully the stars, or at least most of them. Wendell's coed had screamed very loudly when he inserted the pole in the hole.

"OK guys. Wendell's just gone to fetch our guest for the evening. One Erica Gonzalez. What's her middle name Troy?"

"Fucking," he said from up the back. "Her parents named her after a city in China."

"I do the jokes, Troy. Yes, Erica fucking Gonzalez of Instagram fame. This slut has tits and ass to die for. She thinks she's coming to model for us, take a few candid pics, dance for us, that sort of thing. And she will. And you will all show your appreciation in the customary manner."

"By getting our dicks out?" Troy again.

"Polite applause, you mean Troy," I said. "And then we'll just see how we all get along. Play it cool, guys. It's been one of my dreams to see if little Erica might not fit into our business somewhere, by which I mean big Erica. So tonight might be something of an audition, a try before we buy opportunity. Oh, and she's bringing her manager, Bobby something. I don't know him, but the grapevine says he's a two-bit moron with a keen eye for losing money. But he can't be a complete idiot because rumour has it, he has the lovely Erica bouncing on his cock."

Having Erica bounce on my cock was the only attribute of Bobby's I was planning to emulate. My cock twitched in my pants.

At the corner of my eye I could see Wendell returning through the lounge.

"Friends, make our guests welcome."

 

[ForeverIllinois]

The well built man smiled gently, his graying gray neatly combed over to the side. With a step to the right, he motioned me in and invited me to sit down in what felt like to be a lobby. I was a bit nervous to set foot inside, not being used to an event like this. After all, ever since my singing career started, I've gone to less and less of these modeling events - at least, in anyplace other than a night club. I couldn't let it show however, so after quickly explaining that we just needed to wait for my manager to show up, Wendell assured me that was why we were waiting to begin with.

"My name is Wendell. It's a pleasure to meet you, pretty lady."

"Thank you, it's nice to meet you too!"

It felt to me that Wendell was a caring person - his demeanor and tone of voice was soft, despite his muscular appearance. Sitting down next to me, he told me of how excited Nate was to have me come in, and how he's been a fan of my work since day one. I couldn't help but smile at this news - feeling some of the weight on my shoulders lift up. Being a good friend of the host, he even decided to keep me occupied my suggesting a game of twenty questions, in order to get to know me as a person more. The questions were kind of funny - the subjects being random like:

"Young lady, do you like to drink alcohol?"

"Not really, I get tipsy way too fast!"

And...

"What party sport do you think you're worst at?"

"Ping pong! The ball scares me whenever it comes my way!"

Eventually, it got to the subject of my body... which wasn't so weird, considering that's what most people knew me for.

"I'm so sorry to ask you this darling, but do you have any implants?"

"Oh god no! I'm all natural and the thought of any kind of surgery is enough to scare me."

"Really? Even your famous ass? Again, I'm so sorry but it's so big for a fit girl like you..."

"Nope. 100% natural" I said with a laugh.

Eventually Bobby got here in one piece and shook Wendell's hand, introducing himself as my manager and my boyfriend. Wendell congratulated him, if you can even believe that, before motioning us to go ahead into pool area - the main focus of the party. That was okay, although I did find it weird that at one point, I felt his hand on my back and it was going lower and lower, to the point where I had to stop it before it fell to my butt! He chuckled and said:

"Sorry darling, I forgot that my hand was on you for a second."

Bobby turned back and confused, he shrugged.

Wendell then opened the sliding glass doors, opening the way into the pool area where immediately, we were greeted by the host.

"Friends, make our guests welcome."

My eyes went to the pool party's host, Nate - a tall, handsome looking man with a fantastic reputation across the internet. His gaze eventually met my own, and both Bobby and I walked up to him. I was quicker than my boyfriend and with a bright smile, I extended my hand to the host and said:

"Hi, I'm Erica Gonzalez. It's a pleasure meeting you in person!"

 

[ericrodman101]

"Erica," I said.

The girl was just as hot in the flesh.

"And your famous hoop earrings, I see."

I leaned in close to her, too close. I heard her gulp. I had an nearly overwhelming urge to take an earring in my mouth and run my tongue around it. Later maybe. So I took the opportunity to kiss her on the cheek, and then with my arms tight around her waist, kiss her on the other. She smelled of Walmart perfume. Her career was not going well. But her tits were firm against my chest. And with one hand still around her waist, I pulled her close into me and turned to face the guys.

"Guys, this is Erica, the Instagram girl. Say hi to Erica."

"Hi," they chorused.

I felt her attempt a strange little curtsey.

"Now Erica is here to entertain us. Is that right Erica?"

She mumbled.

"You dance and sing?"

"Just a little," she said.

I was still holding her close. Tit or ass, I thought. I can reach for one or the other. I let my hand slide down to her ass and gripped her tightly. She squirmed pleasingly.

"Now before I introduce you to the guys individually and we get you up there on our little stage with the pole and the mic, maybe you'd like a drink. Troy, take Erica over to the bar."

Troy, fawning toady that he is, did as he was told. I had decided not to watch his drinking tonight. It was always excessive and I noticed he stumbled slightly as he reached forward to take Erica's hand.

"Be careful of Troy," I whispered in her ear. "He bites."

She laughed nervously.

"No seriously," I said. "He bites.

If I tell him, I thought.

"But only when he's lying flat on his back."

Troy laughed on cue. And as he led her away, I let my hand slide firmly down her ass crack as low as I could get before she levered herself off me. I watched Troy lead her across the room through the admiring eyes, his hand now on her ass, his fingers pushing hard under the elastic of her swimsuit so hard she jumped. Her ass was as fine as I remembered it, amply filling her tight bathing suit which ended in a thong.

"Nice ass," Wendell said. "Pretty lady. She likes ping pong."

"Better fetch the ping pong balls then," I said.

"And this is Bobby," Wendell said.

I turned and spied this guy in the shadows. Bobby something, her manager boyfriend. He was a short guy with long dark hair, raggedly cut, and a checked shirt and string tie under a cheap suit. Who wears string ties? He looked like some extra with no speaking part in an episode of Dukes of Hazzard. Boss Hogg's attorney's temporary assistant. Every inch a nobody.

"Bobby," I said, holding out my hand. "Pleased you could both make it. Erica is really something. A genuinely hot girl. The authentic girl next door. I bet you are flooded with work. It must be my lucky night being able to book Erica as a thank you for my guys."

And as I guessed, Bobby had nothing. No conversation. No riposte. He was two-dimensional man. He shook my hand limply, looked down at his dirty trainers, and said something about my paying the balance in cash at the end of the night.

"Wendell here looks after the money. Wendell, pour our friend a drink and then show him the property. You have an eye for property Bobby? Good."

Bobby slunk away behind Wendell. Jesus, the fuckable Erica and the human shit stain Bobby. This was going to be one hell of a night.

 

[ForeverIllinois]

"Okay - stop!"

I said that as Troy, a large man who was practically reeking of booze, was bringing me over to the bar. He laughed, his voice nearly echoing in my ear from the sheer volume from his laughter. I kept walking towards the bar, when again his hand went to my ass, grabbing a handful of a cheek. I slapped his hand away again, looking back in a panic. Bobby was off in the distance with Wendell, who was bringing him somewhere. If I called for them, I don't think they would have heard me - not unless I yelled, anyway. Maybe Troy knew this too, seeing as his hand again to my ass again; only this time, his fat finger pressing into the elastic of my bathing suit. I jumped.

"Jesus!" I cried out loud, Troy laughing once again.

I froze in place, whimpering when he pinched the bottom of my bathing suit pulling on it (exposing my shaven pussy for just a second) before letting go, letting the fabric to slap on with a sharp tinge traveling in my inner thighs. I pushed Troy, or at least I tried to, before he started getting more aggressive.

"What? You think you're too good for me?!" he bellowed, coming towards me. I was obviously startled - this guy was scary and obviously not all there in the head. I didn't say anything back, but instead tried to turn and run but Troy caught me, his greedy hand reaching for a breast and squeezing it hard as his other hand held me tight. I screamed, before he shoved me towards the bar table. I braced for the fall, my hands landing right on the wooden surface.

"SOMEBODY HELP!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Despite there being other people in the room, no one seemed to have been helping. Instead, I felt my hair get yanked and a bottle being place in my mouth. Burning liquid began to pour down my throat and I drank it, with a hand rubbing my back. "That's it...drink it up." Troy mocked with a laugh, before taking it away from me. Hard liquor, 35%...

"Let's see..."

Troy's rough hands went to my ass, grabbing the two large cheeks and separating them. I gasped loud then squealed, when I felt the sensation of a rough callous fingertip pressing inside the elastic, rubbing it against my virgin asshole. "HELP!" I squealed, when he pressed it a bit more - snaking it around the fabric and directly on top of the asterix shaped entrance.

"AHHH!" I squealed, pinned down as he began to apply a bit of pressure. My heart raced and my stomach felt sick to its very core. Why wasn't anybody doing anything? Why was everyone just watching? Why wasn't anybody saving me from this?!

 

[ericrodman101]

I ran across to the bar when I heard Erica call out. I had no idea what the problem was, but Troy was in the middle of it as usual. Erica had managed to find a chair but someone had spilled their drink across her tits.

"What the fuck...?

"Hey boss," Troy said reaching across with a dish cloth from behind the bar. "I was only trying to be friendly."

He was wiping the towel across Erica's tits. I took it from him.

"Troy, why don't you go and find some music for our guest to dance to. Or just fuck off home. Either will do."

I turned and smiled at Erica, who half smiled back. Then I took up where Troy left off, but without the finesse of an automatic car wash, and rubbed the cloth on her tits. Gently. Smiling and cooing while I did it.

"Hey, did the drunken oaf get you wet?"

As Troy walked behind me towards the little stage I'd set up near the pool, I turned and hissed "I know what you were doing, you stupid fuck. If anyone is going to molest her it will be me first, everyone else second, and you get to mop up the pussy juice. Got that?"

Erica was fine. I sat close and put an arm across her shoulders.

"Honey," I said. "My sincerest apologies. Troy is a drunken fuck and I can only say it won't happen again. Now can I refill your drink?"

She was drinking bourbon. No coke. No ice. Straight bourbon. Young women today, I thought. They know how to hold their liquor.

I handed her the drink and sat beside her again.

"And none of these guys stepped in to help?"

"No," she said. "I was going to call Bobby, but I can't see him anywhere."

"Wendell is looking after Bobby. He's showing him the place."

Erica brightened, uncrossed her legs, and crossed them the other way, and leaned into me. I put my free hand on her thigh. She didn't react.

"Wendell? The nice guy who met me at the door? Who asked all those funny questions?"

I looked quizzically.

"About ping pong."

We both laughed.

"I haven't set up for ping pong," I said. "I told Wendell to talk business with Bobby. He seems like a clever guy, your manager. You know I am in business."

She nodded.

"Well tonight I'm celebrating a new venture with the guys that helped me. Bobby might be able to help me. Help us both. We could be partners before the night is over."

Erica sipped her bourbon.

"Yeah, Bobby is great. The brains. I know nothing about business. Hey I hear you have night clubs. I would love to work for you."

She ran her fingers down my gold neckchain, pulled my unbuttoned shirt open and circled my nipple. I looked into her eyes. Her lashes dripped with black goo and her brows were plucked to oblivion. Her face presented an almost permanently startled look.

She went to speak, but I shushed her with a finger on her lips.

"The camera will love you honey. You are wasted on the dance floor."

I leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. Lightly. No tongue. Just a gentle touching of lips although I lingered a little. And my hand reached the top of her thigh, slipping marginally onto where she'd shaved to accommodate the slender thong swimsuit. She flinched a little and I backed off. But she was still smiling sweetly.

The lights went on in the pool area and the big screen lit up. It was Nelly, singing 'Hot in Here' and that film club with all his beautiful bikini clad hos running with perspiration.

"Like I said, no ping pong. Just dancing. And singing if you want, and then we might have a swim. Just you and me."

I moved my hand back to the band of her swimsuit - this time she didn't react - and leaned in to her ear.

"And the moonlight."

 

[ForeverIllinois]

I'm not sure if it was the alcohol that was practically forced down my throat by Troy, the fact that he touched me and nearly stuck a finger inside, or because Nate saved me from a terrible situation, but I somehow felt like I owed him. Under the setting sun, he seemed just so attractive. It was to the point where when he leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips, I didn't make any effort to move away. Instead I found myself turned on - a sharp twinge of pleasure coursing through my veins when I felt Nate's hand on my thigh. It was so powerful that I even found myself subconsciously parting my legs.

As soon as Nate finished talking, I whimpered in a response - a soft moan kept shut when I bit my own tongue gently. I had to think of Bobby...

That said, I walked to the stage. Hearing Nelly's hit song, I got to the microphone and tried to sing along for a bit. But I was a bit tipsy at this point and didn't want to embarrass myself. So, I just started dancing instead.

Swaying my hips, moving left and right, I turned around and moved my body to the music. I think it must have been working, as people were howling and cheering at me. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I felt that maybe shaking my ass would make them go even crazier! That's when I turned out, my ass facing the crowd, when I saw what was on the screen.

A disgusting pornographic movie that was playing.

I stumbled backwards, watching as a woman was being fucked by three different men. It looked painful even - the woman gagging on some guy's cock while two others were stretching her other holes. I nearly fell off the stage, trying to back away from what I was seeing. A hand grabbed my ass - the stranger squeezing before I pushed myself forward, escaping his grasp.

"What the fuck is this?!" is all that could come out of my mouth at his moment.

 

[ericrodman101]

Erica kissed me softly on the lips, stood and walked over to the stage by the pool, waggling her luscious ass at me. The guys gathered round as she danced, a sort of disjointed swaying and stepping to and fro. She was a shit dancer, of course. The guys yelled and hooted, drowning out the music.

And then the video clip changed. The room filled with loud techno and the screen with a formless pink colour which gradually resolved itself into an enormous gaping asshole. As the camera drew back we could see it was a scene of a slut showing her just-fucked ass to the camera. And then a massive cock plunged back into her asshole and the slut yelled over the music. The camera drew back further and we could see the guy fucking her, in long hard thrusts deep into her ass. And then two other guys facing her, one muffling her screams by shoving his cock into her mouth, and the third guy stroking.

I recognised it as one of ours. Russian Anal Teens. Russian porn wasn't expensive, but it was absolutely at the limit. Now there was a second girl, young, pretty nubile, alongside the first. She had her legs in the air and an enormous dildo being forced into her ass by an unseen guy. The look on her face said it all.

Erica changed her dance routine to match the beat of the porn film soundtrack. Her style didn't improve. But she soon realised the guys were hollering at something behind her. I watched her turn just as the dildo was withdrawn from the ass and, with someone pulling her mouth wide open, plunged inside and then rubbed vigorously around her lips and tongue.

"What the fuck is this?" Erica cried, stumbling from the stage and falling amongst the guys.

I stepped forward to rescue her again.

"Hey beautiful," I said, picking her out of the crowd, "that was great. Loved it. Now what's upset you this time?"

She was crying.

"I want to go home," she said. "That film is disgusting. Where's Bobby?"

I helped her out to the relative darkness by the pool.

"Bobby is busy," I said. "Hey, it's time we had a swim."

She nodded her acceptance, her crying reducing to sobs. I slipped my shirt over my head and undid my belt and trousers. I had my speedos on underneath. The Russian anal teens continued to be ravaged loudly in vivid technicolor, but as I guided her to the pool steps, the intervening wall muffled their screams. Erica clung to me. I ran my hands down her back and round her ass, holding her tightly. She nestled into me, raising her face to mine. We kissed. I helped her down into the pool.

The warm water calmed her. We strolled then stroked over to the even darker far side, and both came to rest with our arms on the pool edge.

We kissed again. An extended kiss. I could feel her submitting, let me explore her mouth, her tits, her ass.

"Sorry about the porn film," I said. "The guys are enjoying it, but I can see you are shocked."

Erica smiled and kissed me again.

"It's OK," she said. "I just didn't expect it."

"You do know I am in the business?"

"The business?"

"Adult entertainment," I said. "That's what this party is all about. We're celebrating the launch of my new interactive website."

"Stuff like that?"

"Sure," I said. "It's like your dancing and singing and turning up here in your sexy swimsuit. To be a success you have to give the customers what they want. But it's not all so extreme. A lot of adult entertainment is artistic, beautiful and sexy. I mean, you're an adult entertainer. A hot sexy one."

She stroked away from me, then turned and smiled.

"Hmmm," she said. "I hadn't really thought about it like that."

I swam up to her and placed my hands behind her head.

"Maybe we can talk about whether there is a role for you in my business," I said. "You're a hot and talented girl. The guys love you. The camera will love you."

I hope I looked like I was having this thought for the first time.

"Would you like to audition for me?"

Her smile vanished.

"I don't know. For what. Stuff like that?"

"No," I said, making sure to keep holding her close. "Modest. Dancing and singing online. Letting the customers choose what they want. Make requests. Maybe some glamour modelling. Whatever you want."

The smile was back.

"I would like that," she said. "It sounds like the natural next step. Why, Bobby was only saying the other day I needed a new angle."

"Then let's seal the deal with a kiss," I said.

But she went further, reaching down under the waterline and fingering the waist band of my speedos, then rubbing my cock. This was too easy.