Story Codes: FF, con, oral, drugs
Celebs: Maggie Gyllenhaal, Michelle Rodriguez
This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal.
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Maggie couldn’t believe her ears. She never understood what her brother saw in this Taylor Swift chick, and Maggie had long harbored a deep resentment toward her for what she did to Jake. Maggie tried to be civil when she ran into Taylor on the red carpet, but then she said something to her that, well, there was only one appropriate reaction.
Maggie spun around, and clocked Taylor, knocking her out cold, and also breaking her nose.
Later, Maggie sat in a holding cell, still fuming.
“Okay, Rodriguez, get in there.”
Maggie looked up, and saw Michelle Rodriguez coming in. It took a second for Michelle to register who her cellmate was, or that she was in a dress.
“Uh, yeah. Hi.”
“Oh, I gotta hear this.” Michelle sat down next to Maggie.
“Well, you’ll hear about it soon, anyway, but…Do you have siblings?”
“A few of them, actually.”
“How would you feel if one of them dated a complete asshole, who treated them like shit?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t put up with that shit. But then, this isn’t my first time in a cell.”
“Hey, why are you here, anyway?”
“Like you said, you’re bound to find out soon, anyway. But, go on.”
“Anyway, I’m a little more easy going then you, but there are times I wish I wasn’t.”
Michelle looked like she was working something out, then, “Wait, are you the one who punched out Taylor Swift?”
“So, you have heard.”
“Someone was watching E! when I was brought in. I heard ‘Taylor Swift…punched out…’ and that was it.”
“All I remember is her saying something to me, my fist colliding with her face, and then, as I’m being taken away, some guy laughing, and repeatedly saying, ‘One punch! One punch!’”
Michelle laughed. “So, what did she say?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“C’mon, tell me!”
“Well…” Maggie looked around, then whispered something in Michelle’s ear. Michelle then gave her a “What the fuck” look.
“That cock-juggling thunder cunt! I would’ve put that bitch in traction!”
“Like I said, I’m more forgiving than you, though sometimes I wish I wasn’t.”
Later that night, the two were let out on bail.
“So,” Michelle asked, “what are you gonna do now?”
“Going back to my hotel, and sleeping until tomorrow, when I can go back to Brooklyn, where there isn’t anyone I want to punch.”
“C’mon,” Michelle grabbed Maggie’s arm, “This night doesn’t have to be a complete waste, now does it?”
“I don’t know, I…”
“C’mon, you look like you need a drink or three.”
“Okay…” Maggie started to head for a bar across the street, before Michelle stopped her.
“Uh, no, not that bar.”
Maggie thought for a second. “So, you got arrested at a bar across the street from a police station?”
“Again, you’ll probably find out tomorrow. C’mon, I know a better place.”
About two in the morning, they stumbled out of a bar, singing a song that was playing on the jukebox earlier.
“I can’t decide whether you should live or die…”
A while later, they got out of a cab in front of Maggie’s hotel.
“Are you staying here, too?”
“Actually, uh, I don’t have any place. It’s actually kind of lucky I got arrested for what I did, and not what I came out here to do.”
Maggie looked at her for a second, then, “Okay, you have to tell me the whole story sometime..”
“Can I crash with you?”
On getting to the room, Maggie immediately went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and started stripping down. As she was dropping her panties, she noticed Michelle standing in the doorway.
“Mind if I join you?”
Maggie was about to tell her to piss off, but decided against it. “Okay, sure.”
“Awesome.” Michelle immediately took off her wife-beater.
Moments later, Michelle and Maggie stood under the hot, running water. The whole time, Maggie looked anxious.
“Yeah…well, Idunno. I mean, I just punched out America’s Sweetheart. I have a feeling this is going to haunt me for a while. I probably should’ve just told her what I thought about her, but…she just got to me.”
“Hey, you’re human, like all of us. And like I said, I would’ve done worse to her.”
They stood in silence for a moment, then Michelle said, “Hey.”
Maggie turned her head to her. “What?”
Michelle leaned in, and planted her lips on Maggie’s. For some reason, this made her feel better instantly. Maggie instantly wrapped her arms around Michelle, and clasped her hands on her shoulders. Michelle reciprocated by putting one hand on the back of Maggie’s head, and wrapping the other arm around her waist. The two made out in the shower for several minutes.
Later, Maggie and Michelle tongue-kissed on the bed, running their fingers through each other’s still wet hair. Michelle moved down, and started to suck on Maggie’s brown nipples. Maggie bit her lip, as Michelle suckled her, and fingered her twat, making it incredibly moist. Michelle moved down, and slid her tongue between the folds of Maggie’s pussy. “Oh…God…” Maggie squeezed her tits, and gyrated her hips, as Michelle ate her out. Eventually, Maggie came, letting out a vocal gasp.
Soon, Michelle lay back on the bed, with Maggie’s face buried in her twat. “God…” she whispered, “Finger me…” Maggie stuck two fingers in Michelle’s snatch, and fucked her with them, at the same time licking and sucking on her throbbing clit. Michelle placed her hands on Maggie’s head, and started to buck her hips as the orgasm approached. Finally, groaning “Yesss!” Michelle came.
Laying next to each other, Maggie wrapped her arm around Michelle. “Thanks,” she said.