Miley had been onstage, singing her heart out.
"I'm unusual,
Not so typical,
Way too smart to be waiting around.
Tai chi practicing,
Snowboard champion,
I could fix the flat on your car.
I might even be a rock star!"
As she prepared to belt out the next verse, she felt a tightening in her throat. Ignoring it, she continued to sing. In the middle of the next verse, her voice suddenly sounded... hoarse. Covering her mouth, Miley tried singing lightly, covering the mouthpiece. It sounded hoarse still. She lost her voice! NO! It had already happened once, and another surgery was NOT going to do her well. Dashing off the stage, she tried to ignore the pleas of her desperate fans. It was a lot of hustling for the next few days. Miley tried to fast forward past them in her flashback. Finally, it came to point after Miley's surgery. She still couldn't sing. "Sorry, bud, but... I'm 'fraid doctor says you can't sing." And that was the end of that. A couple years later, her beloved father died. Jackson had moved out two years before, to go to college. After she was alone, Miley rushed to get a job to support herself. The only job she could manage to get that payed excellent money was being... a porn star. Since then, she could speak fine, but her singing was terrible.
Getting back to reality, Miley fingered her costume for the film. Everyone was on a break, and Miley had retreated to the dressing room.
It was a fuzzy pink bathrobe, decorated with beautiful white embroidered flowers. But what lay underneath? A flimsy see-through bra. One could hardly tell it was there, except for the paled area around her nipples. Her thong was the same material. Groaning, Miley looked up and said, "I miss you, Dad." And she took a deep breath. The break ended in about a minute. The least she could do was put her wig back on. So walking over to her dressing room table, she pinned up her hair and put her wig on her head. As she was tucking in any stray hairs, Jamal, the director, popped his head in and said, "Alysha, baby, you better warm-up! Breaks over in twenty seconds." Miley nodded and Jamal left, closing the door. Inhaling deeply through her nose and exhaling with her mouth, Miley untied the pink bathrobe and slipped her thong down to her knees.
Time for warm-ups.
Miley would constantly be invaded by a male's penis, and the director didn't want her to be unprepared. Taking another deep breath, she took two fingers and shoved them up her pussy, wiggling them around a bit. She continued until she felt comfortable (or at least tolerable) about the fingers in her vagina. Just in time, too. As she slipped her thong back up and tied her bathrobe up, Jamal opened the door and said, "Okay, Alysha, Terrence is ready for you." Terrence. The man she was to co-star with.
Nodding at Jamal and following him outside, she almost did a double-take when she saw Terrence. His face... his eyes... his silky blonde locks... Was it really? Shaking all thoughts out of her head, she walked over to Terrence and shook his hand. "I'm Alysha," she told him, smiling. He grinned back and said, "Terrence."
"So I've heard," she replied, jerking her head at Jamal. Terrence laughed... a familiar laugh. She looked into his eyes and suddenly gasped, her hand over her mouth. "J-J-Jake?" she stuttered, stepping back.
"Miley?!" Terrence whispered, also taking a step back. Before anything else could happen, Jamal led the two on to the filming area, giving Miley a firm slap on the butt.
"Break a leg, you two," he encouraged. Then, giving a hearty chuckle, he added, "Or a condom!"
Miley couldn't help but roll her eyes. Jamal would never forget the day that one of the men due to have sex with one of the female actresses broke his condom while he was fucking her roughly. Obviously, he had been fired, and the girl had gone home, shaking from the fear of pregnancy.
"Alysha" and Terrence took their places on the set. It was a typical looking bathroom. Terrence stood outside the door, and Miley stood inside the bathroom, her hair up in a towel, steam from hot water filling the room. She was just tying her bathrobe when Terrence walked in. Miley wheeled around, acting surprised. Of course, she wasn't. The script had told her everything. Terrence slammed the door behind him and wrapped his arms around Miley, drawing her close. "Baby, I wanna rough you up," he whispered, breathing hotly in her ear. A familiar breath wormed it's way into her nostrils. Thunder Mint. That was all she needed to know. Normally, she would have backed away, but her career was on the line. And her career was the only thing wheeling in money.
"Then bring it on," she responded, raising her arms in the air. As planned, Terrence took the bathrobe strap and untied it. He pushed it off her shoulders, and it fell to the ground at her feet. Terrence looked her up and down, taking in the sight of her enormous, enhanced breasts and her protruding nipples. Slowly, he reached up, then violently ripped off her bra, which came away easily. Miley moaned in ecstacy. He then tore off her thong and said, "You asked for it."
Arcing his back and throwing back his hips, he used his hands to wheel Miley around and spread her butt wide open. Thrusting forward, his penis met her hole, going in hardly without a noise. It seemed so easy. For Miley, however, it was a nightmare. Jamal had never told her about ass-fucking! She was totally not ready for this! As Terrence/Jake kept thrusting into her asshole over and over, Miley's breasts were forced against the mirror due to the powerful humping of Terrence. She breathed heavily, wishing that he would finally turn her around again. Maybe she had overlooked this part of the script... Either that or it wasn't in her version, because Jamal didn't seem to mind that her ass was being roughly fucked.
Finally, he turned her around and placed one hand on her back and the other behind her legs. Flipping her onto his arms, it was like a groom carrying a bride. He walked out of the bathroom and into another room. The crew quickly changed the greenscreen to the bedroom, and Terrence placed Miley on the bed that was already there. She squealed mischievously and tossed her head back and arched her back. Her actions showed that she was ready to receive Terrence's member into her. The man put his hands on her inner thighs and pushed outwards, spreading them as far as they would go. Miley, naturally flexible, had been able to spread until her legs were almost a straight line. Her perfectly hairless pussy lay wide open, Terrence's stiff cock erected straight with pleasure. His hands still on her legs, he swiveled her around until her hips down her off the bed. He still had her legs spread. With incredible speed, he thrust forward, his penis sliding easily into Miley's vagina.
[ I guess those warm-ups paid off... Miley though grimly as she was rammed into by Terrence's throbbing penis. It slid in gracefully, and the almost invisible condom definitely made it seem real.
From a bedside drawer, Terrence reached in and pulled out a squeeze bottle of honey. Pulling out his penis with a slight squelching noise, he opened the honey and poured it all over Miley's breasts and stomach. She threw her head back and pushed her back up with her hands, pushing up her honey-covered abdomen. Cum drip-dropping out of her wet vagina, she moaned lustily and grabbed Terrence's head to pull it toward her breasts. But she didn't really need to. Terrence lunged forward and buried his face on her left breast, sucking loudly on the honey and licking her everywhere. Miley tried to remember what happened next in the script. She was supposed to be licked then... Oh God. She almost swore aloud. But for the sake of her job, she stayed quiet and just arched her back and chest, pressing Terrence's face deeper into her breasts. Almost hesitating, Miley said seductively, "Move down, babe... move down..." She gently pushed down on his head, with him probing her body with his tongue. Finally, she gave him one last nudge. At this point, his tongue was licking the top of her vagina. She whispered, "Lower, baby." Terrence obliged and moved down. His tongue licked the inside of her pussy. Miley threw her head back and moaned loudly, whispering, "Oh yes... oh yeah... Mm..."
Eventually, Terrence stopped tongueing her vagina and continued upwards to lick the rest of the honey off her body. As he neared her left nipple, Jamal yelled, "And... cut! Great, people. Be back here early tomorrow to finish shooting! Don't forget, Alysha," he said with a wink, "no bra, no panties. Get the tightest shirt you can find and the shortest miniskirt. We'll need them."