Hey, do you have any holiday deals on trips to Hollywood? I've always wanted to be able to stroll along the Walk of Fame, see the sights and enjoy myself. Could you make that happen? Thanks in advance!
Our company will gladly send you to Los Angeles. How about a nice package we have here. Our Filmstar Package includes a sightseeing tour, a bodyguard and being driven around the town in a limousine for the real superstar feeling. You are okay with it? Okay, your flight is on Thursday.
The warm sunlight of LA hits your skin and you immediately feel at home here. You had always had the dream of living in the center of arts. You had even tried moving there some years ago, but you just couldn’t find a job. You weren’t handsome or talented enough for the film business and your voice wasn’t good enough to be a singer.
You leave the LAX and your driver waves a sign at you frantically. “The guy from TF Touristics told me you would come and showed me your picture. You’re Colin Wainwright, aren’t you?” You wanted to correct him, since you had memories of a different name, but then you remember how dumb it would be to correct him, after all your name was Colin Wainwright.
You climb into the back of your luxurious car and take a bottle of champagne out of the mini bar. Your hands are shaky as you open the expensive drink and the payment for your shakiness follows suit. The stuff spills all over your shirt and makes the white textile totally transparent, perfectly showcasing your amazing body. The sleeve busting biceps you call your own, the broad shoulders you have, the thick pecs you worked so hard on building up and not to forget your abs, the body part that drives your fans crazy the most.
Wait, fans? Duh, of course. A world famous actor is supposed to have a lot of fans, right? Especially the girls are all over your body and always nearly orgasm when your shirtless torso is on display in your movies and it is in each and every one of them. Though they are not only all over your body, your almost too handsome face isn’t a turn off either. Your lantern jawline, your thoroughly styled hair, with the black cap draped on top of it. Or your amazingly deep blue eyes, sitting under a pair of thick manly brows and atop a perpetually smiling, totally seducing kissable mouth. And the stubble coating your jawline is a total ladykiller too.
As you admire your reflection in the window you peel off the wet shirt, clinging to your sculpted body and a nice tan and a couple of tattoos are revealed. You slide the dividing glass down and tell your diver, with your trademark baritone: “Could you please drive to my house. The champagne spilled right over me and I don’t want to show up on the Walk of Fame shirtless.”
Several minutes later the car pulls up your house’s gateway and is immediately hordes of paparazzi crowd to your car and take photos. “Oh, shit.”, you say and pack your softening horse cock back into your near skintight pants. Damn, you could see the headlines tomorrow: “Sexiest Man Alive Colin Wainwright jacks off his legendary penis on every occasion!”
Seems like you won’t be able to go to the Walk of Fame for a while now, without people noticing your bulge, but you sure can enjoy yourself in your giant house for the time being. You and maybe a few of your female fans.
I don’t have any pics to post today so I’m going to share a story from my childhood about the time I accidentally killed an innocent animal.
So me and my neighborhood friends were playing with these little fireworks on the dock by the a little lake. They were the ones that dont do any flashy stuff, just make a really loud bank and could probably take off a few fingers if you weren’t careful.
One kid lights one and sets it on the cinder-block we were exploding them on. But it rolls off onto the wooden dock. I was like “oh shit its burning marks into the wood we are gonna get in trouble!” So I kicked it into the water.
But for some reason these little things are waterproof I guess?? And it just sinks to the bottom still burning all the way down. Then we hear a soft “THUMP” as it explodes. And then this HUGE fucking carp just floats up to the surface along with chunks of what I assume were gill pieces. It swallowed the firecracker.
So naturally little 10 year old me thinks “OH GOD I’M A MURDERER” And I convince my friends that the only way we can make our horrible sin right is by making a nice fish dinner out of it. This… infant-sized carp that lived in a polluted suburb pond. So we cleaned it and stuck it on a stick over a camp fire.
So there is me and my group of friends sitting around a camp fire, looking pretty sad and defeated, reluctantly chewing small mouthfuls of mushy, flavorless, bruised carp.
rolled over, looking down to see herself laying on top of the glass
surface. She looked over her hands, seeing herself returned to
normal. She popped up to her feet, hearing Iris shuffling next to
her. The machine beeped a few times and announced, “Administrator
access apporved.” Ruri patted over herself, ecstatic to be whole
again as Iris stood to her feet. Iris blinked, a moan exiting her
mouth as her polygonal form rippled with static. She looked up to
Ruri, concerned that she had left the machine, but was now stuck as
she was. Ruri ran to the terminal, watching as it displayed various
numbers and statistics. “I… I… How does this work?” she
asked, tapping hard on the screen.
input accepted. Hello Administrator Ruri, please input your
commands.” Ruri listended to the voice as she poked again.
What does this all mean!? How can I have Iris be real again?”
Ruri asked as a new menu popped up, showing Iris’ job role and system
permissions. “Just make her real again!” Ruri yelled as she
pressed several buttons, not understanding what their function was.
When nothing seemed to change, she smacked the screen a few times, as
static filled the display and the system started to crash.
unlo… sentry mode ena… safety loc… unknown function… unknown
function… error… error… mobile mode ena… error…
printing…” The machine called out. “Hologram mode
deactivated…” Ruri, in a slight panic looked up to see the
Iris hologram start to glow and take physical form. After a few
moments the light faded and Iris knelt on the platform. She was still
mostly white in color, as it seemed only her skin tone had returned.
She opened her eyes, a soft orange glow coming from them as her new
form seemed to be going through a slight boot process.
Ruri asked as she slowly crept onto the glass, walking past a smaller
version of the terminal that had extended from the machine. “Are
looked up to her wife, smiling, as she jumped forward. She clasped
her arms tightly around Ruri, holding her close and tight. “I’m
me again! Wow! Being made of light was really weird!” Iris
exclaimed joyfully, before Ruri gave her a slight pinch on the ear.
“O-oow, what?” Ruri was almost in tears as Iris held her,
burying her face into Iris’ chest.
scare me like that! I thought s-something… bad was going to
hap-pen…” Ruri’s voice quivered between inhales and sniffles.
Iris calmed and soften, pulling Ruri in tightly, her arms seeming
stronger than ever before.
sorry… We’ll be more careful next time…” Iris apologized as
she spied the mini monitor, feeling a slight buzz rippled out from
her core. In an instant, Iris understood what had happened, and knew
their trials with the machine were far from over…
groaned, a noticable electronic reverb to her moans as she rolled
over. Her body felt light and fuzzy, a lingering tingle floating over
the whole of her form. She shuffled up to her hands and knees, slowly
opening her eyes to see an open and angular room around her. She
blinked, as even though the world around her was all white with
shadows, the room was not bright or straining her eyes.
where are we?” Ruri choked out, her voice sounding metallic.
Iris looked over, seeing her wife complete white, including her
clothing, and had taken on a polygonal look. Squared off fingers lead
down to smooth flat hands, which fused seemlessly into her clothing.
Iris was at a loss for words, knowing that she looked just the same
as Ruri. She slowly looked down to her fingers and arms, seeing her
body as a single unit as well. She touched at her skirt, feeling it
to be stiff as steel as Ruri let out a piercing screech. “IRIS!
WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!? WHAT HAPPENED TO ME!? WHERE ARE WE!?”
Iris could make a move to calm her wife, Ruri was off and running
around the room, her short legs letting her bounce and bound forward
with each step. Iris watched in wonderment as her wife bounced
against the walls, releasing a electronic jolt that echoed off the
walls and floor. With each bump, Ruri’s body seemed to ripple with
static. until she returned to near Iris’ side, pounding her fists on
OUT LEMME OUT LEMME OUT!” Ruri screamed, the metallic and
electronic tone of her voice growing more noticable. Iris waved her
hands to Ruri, as if trying to soothe and calm her.
escaped from Iris’ lips, little more than a moan. Somehow, her voice
had left her, but she still stepped forward to place a hand on Ruri’s
shoulder. A beep and a ripple of static sounded as she made contact,
giving Ruri a startle. They shared a frightened gaze with each other,
as Ruri resolved her glare upon the monolith affixed to the wall.
Are you ok? Can you speak? I don’t understand!” Ruri looks
around then starts yelling out to noone in particular hoping the
machine that had spoken earlier could hear her. “LET US OUT!
GIVE IRIS HER VOICE BACK!” she shouted, her anger being used to
mask her panic and fear. Iris pointed angrily at the wall as well,
still unable to speak.
Administrator…” called out a voice. A few quick beeps followed
as the voice returned. “… Ruri Valeth. This is Terminal
Omicron Eta and you have been placed in full control of its systems.
Secondary Unit… Iris Valeth… Designated Security Supervisor.
Permission state: Minimal.”
looked up to the wall in a daze at what she had been told.
“A-administrator? Me…B-but I don’t know about these things,
why am I the boss!?” Ruri stammered as a slight tingling started
to brew at ther toes. “M-make Iris the Administrator!”
terminal voice spoke out again, it’s tone devoid of emotion. “You
have been selected as you are the more capable. As you both came to
inhabit my system, I may only designate one the role of
Administrator. The other will remain as part of managing functions
for Omicron Eta.”
But wait! Remain! Nooo! You have to let us out!” The tingling
reached Ruri’s knees, causing her to take notice. She looked down to
see color and shape returning to her body. “I-I am the
Administrator! Let us out!”