Lush Life

Los Angeles, California.

After putting the finishing touches on a throwaway script, I didn't have much on my plate for the rest of the day. It was dreary outside with gray skies and a slight drizzle tapping against the windows of the house. I thought about turning on the TV, making myself a midday coffee, anything to take my mind off of who was back in Los Angeles. I knew about the major upcoming projects and their inevitable press tours.

That didn't mean I wasn't allowed to hide. As long as I didn't call it hiding. I called it working. I was too busy to be wrapped up in her drama and, frankly, over it. That's right. I wasn't going to be roped in by her smell, her eyes, her honeyed words only made sweeter by her accent. Not this time. Completely and totally past it.

Then my phone rang.

"... Shit." I muttered before picking up my phone from the arm of the couch.

"Hiiii!" Anya sang into the speaker, her voice slightly muffled as what sounded like classical music played in the background.

"Hi, Anya."

"Can you..." She paused. "Would you like to do me a favor?"

"... What kind of favor?"

"Hm," Anya chuckled, knowing she'd already sunk her claws in. "It's a favor for a friend. And because it's such a... *lovely* day, I'd like you to come and meet me."

I looked down at my completed script, my eyes scanning the red markings I'd made with my sharpie. Just something to look at.

"I don't know, I'm a little busy."

"Hey," Her voice dipped. "She's a fan of yours. And I'd like to see you, considering I'm in town and all."

I stayed silent, still skimming my notes. Over it.

"I'll be good. Promise." Anya whispered. I could feel her smiling into the phone.

"... Where?"

*

I arrived at a high-end, stuck in the mid 2000s, half bar and grill and half coffee shop. High glass windows, rows of tables with beige booth seats, a black marble bar that stretched across the entire room, and a very familiar pale woman sitting at the far end of it. I found myself tensing up slightly when I entered, and not just because of all the other eyes in the room.

Anya turned her head and waved at me, a glass of something bright pink in her other hand. She was dressed in a simple black cotton dress and a beige bomber overtop. Her long, pale legs stuck out from the short hemline as she swirled around in her stool to give me a smile.

"Anya," I nodded as I took the stool next to her.

"Jason," she smiled before taking a small sip from her black straw, her peach-colored lips wrapped suggestively around the plastic.

"Aah," Anya sighed contentedly before placing her glass down. "How's life treating you?"

"It's fine. I--"

Anya cut me off, sticking her straw in my mouth with a smile.

"You seem a little on edge. Take a sip."

I did as asked, albeit a bit surprised.

"How's it taste?" She asked after pulling it away.

"It's... sweet. Bitter aftertaste."

"Hm," Anya reached up to cup my jaw, her palm and fingers cool on my skin. She stared into my eyes for a long while, the both of us staying quiet as though we were the only people in the building. I could tell she wanted to kiss me but I assumed she hesitated because there were too many eyes. I didn't care, but that's when I heard someone else. Heels first, then their scent.

"Hey, hey," Zendaya placed a hand on Anya's shoulder and gave me a polite smile. "Jason, right?"

"Yeah," I extended a hand.

"Big fan of your stuff. Heard you got something coming up soon?" She said while shaking my hand.

"Soonish," I shrugged while scanning her up and down. She rocked a deep blue, see-through, lace blouse with a plain black bra underneath and a golden pendant around her neck. She complimented it with tight brown leather pants that matched the color of her short dark curls, and heels that made her, much to my delight, even taller.

"Well, I can't wait to see it. Unless... you wanna give me a little sneak peak?" She smiled, warm and polite like we were old friends.

"You wanna see a box full of unfinished stuff?"

"Hey," Zendaya put her hands up with a shrug. "I'm down. I'd love to see what goes on in your head when you're not... well y'know."

"Y'know... what?" I pressed.

Zendaya leaned in even closer, dropping her voice to a whisper.

"Horny."

I immediately turned to Anya, suppressing an eye roll.

"You already know I love to share," Anya smirked. "Besides, no point in hemming and hawing when we both know what you're good at."

"I see..." I muttered.

"That's not what I meant," Anya tapped me on the shoulder. "It's just that it's your strongest feature."

"Uh-huh," I grabbed her drink, removed the straw, and downed the last of it, little ice cubes and all. "So what's going on?"

"Z," Anya nodded toward her.

"Okay," Zendaya leaned in, placing her hands on my shoulder and getting so close our foreheads nearly touched. It was oddly intimate, the smell of cinnamon and a faint hint of shea butter on her bronze skin. Her dark brown, previously warm eyes, dropped to a sharp, lidded gaze. Her plump lips curled downward into a flat-lipped grimace.

"I know this may be weird to ask, but... how would you feel about recording a video with me? Or us."

"And... I assume this video isn't educational?"

"No," she laughed lightly, briefly breaking her cold demeanor. "A sextape."

I swallowed and blinked, already imagining my head slotted between her smooth, long legs or feeling them on my shoulders. She'd always been on my radar, but we moved in such different circles I never got the chance to meet her. Now that she was so close, so brazenly asking for a sextape of all things, I couldn't exactly say no. Although I couldn't help but notice the thick, glinting ring on her finger.

"Not to be a buzzkill, but..." I nodded towards my shoulder.

"Tom? Yeah, I love him, but he and I are very open. Just like you, I've heard." Zendaya shrugged.

"Didn't know you cared about that." Anya chortled behind us.

"So he's fine with this?" I asked, ignoring Anya's snark.

"More than fine. Question is, are you?"

"... Sure."

"Good." Zendaya smiled. "There's a hotel a few blocks from here. I'll leave first. Don't need all three of us out at the same time because I-- we can't get caught all going to the same place."

"That's fine." Anya spoke for me. Zendaya pulled away from me, brushing her finger over my jaw as she walked away. I stared at her swaying body until she was out the door, admiring the subtle curvature that was packed into the leather.

"And now we wait," Anya hummed. I turned to see her silently ordering another drink.

"How long?"

"Excited?" Anya's eyes lit up with a smile.

"I mean..."

"We have to wait at least a few minutes. Sit tight." Anya said, tapping me on my shoulder.

We sat in silence for a while, sipping our drinks like we were on a date. She reached down to wrap her cold hand around mine, sighing slightly. I wasn't even close to buzzed, despite the long sips I was taking.

"It's soon." Anya finally spoke.

"What's soon?"

"The 'greatest' day of my life. The wedding." Anya said, her voice tinged with disdain.

"Hm," was all I could muster.

"You're invited. You and Ana. You'll get a card when everything gets settled."

"... Wonderful." I huffed.

Anya cleared her throat, hurriedly finished the last of her drink, and paid the tab.

"Let's go," She said, nearly leaping out of the chair. "I'll tell you what to do."

*

Anya got in her car first. I stayed about three cars behind her during the short ride, knowing we were deep in a hotbed of paparazzi. I parked on the curb just outside, Anya parked around the back, and I watched her strut in until she gave me the signal.

A little peace sign that meant the coast was clear.When I entered the building, I met her right at the elevator where she was leaning against the door with sunshades on.

"Where are your glasses?" Anya teased as she pressed the up button. The doors opened with a soft ding and we poured in. She skimmed her finger up until it reached the top floor.

"Forgot them in the glovebox." I joked. The elevator climbed slowly, then she pounced. She pushed me against the wall, curled her fingers around my neck, and poured her tongue into my mouth.

She moaned hungrily against my lips while my hands found her waist. Seeing the short hemline of her dress riding up her legs when she was strutting outside lit a fire in me. I snaked my hands down her waist and to the hem of her dress, lifted it past her ass, and gripped her bare cheeks. She was burning hot in my greedy palms, much to my delight. Anya's moaning picked up, her nails digging into my skin as our tongues brawled.

Time turned into anafterthought as our moans filled the enclosed space. My cock twitched to life in my pants, the tension of my hardness pressing against the fabric driving me wild. If it weren't for the rumble of the elevator doors knocking us out of our tangle, I would've fucked her right then and there.

Anya gasped and quickly turned around like nothing happened. She smoothed her hair out at the roots and behind her ears, then hiked her dress back down her legs. We exited in silence, the thump of our shoes on the floor putting some serious emphasis on the awkwardness.

When we reached the end of the hallway, Anya knocked twice.

"Room service?" Zendaya's voice came from behind the door.

"Yup." Anya answered. The deadbolt clicked and Zendaya swung the door open, the excitement palpable on her smiling face. She led us in while gesturing towards the setup. The bed was deep red, the walls were a dull white, and the curtains gave the space a slightly hazy, dreamlike glow. It wasn't the most expensive place in the world, but when I saw the high definition camera sitting on the dresser adjacent to the bed, its stock went up.

"Quite a high definition sextape huh?" I joked.

"It needs to be clear." Zendaya said firmly as she sat on the edge of the bed and slipped her heels off. Anya cracked her back and did the same.

"If you don't mind me asking," I started as Anya sat next to Zendaya on the bed with just enough space for me to sit in between them. "Who's this for?"

Anya and Zendaya shared a sly, knowing glance. If I'd blinked, I'd have missed it.

"Me and Tom." Zendaya said quickly. Almost like it was loaded up in her brain.

"Get comfortable. We have to test if your face shows up in the frame." Zendaya smiled, her ringed hand patting the open space. I slipped out of my dress shoes and did as I was told. Anya removed her jacket, tossed it to the side, and walked towards the camera to turn it on.

"Okay," Zendaya turned to face me, her soft fingers drifting up to cup the edge of my jaw. I stared into her soft brown eyes, her thick pink lips, then our lips met. A soft, gentle kiss that ended too abruptly for me. But Anya appeared next to me like a ghost, pulling me in for a hungry kiss that matched the interrupted energy we left behind in the elevator.

Anya's hands moved down to my polo shirt, unbuttoning the top two buttons. Then her hands slid down to the hem of my shirt, her fingers curling desperately to pull it up my bare stomach.

"Easy, easy." Zendaya spoke up.

Anya broke the kiss, but didn't pull my shirt back down.

"Sorry." Anya huffed.

"Just the test, remember?" Zendaya said, but she casually placed her hand on my stomach. Anya stood up and stomped toward the camera to check the footage.

"It's fine," she said too quickly, much like Zendaya did.

"You sure?" Zendaya asked for me.

"What? You don't trust me?" Anya smiled as she readjusted the camera.

"No," I quipped.

"Shut up," Anya said and clicked the record button. "We're on."

Zendaya let out a low purr just before she pulled me in for another kiss. This time she gently pushed her tongue into my mouth while her soft, experienced hands wandered around my stomach and chest just under my shirt.

I felt Anya's weight shifting the bed next to me, then her lips were on my neck. Anya kissed my neck and licked along my collarbone like she was getting reaccustomed to the sensation of my skin. I felt Anya's hands brushing and groping against the hardness in my pants. That's when Zendaya broke the kiss.

"You can kiss me back, y'know..." she whispered with a grin. I did exactly that, even with Anya's lips latched around my neck. I reached up to grip Zendaya's silky smooth curls, my other hand going straight to her waist to keep her still. Despite Zendaya's invitation for me to take the lead, she still fought against my invading tongue.

Anya had deftly unzipped my pants while I made out with Zendaya, freeing the first couple inches of my cock. Zendaya hurriedly broke the kiss and backed up just to strip me of my top. I lifted my arms up to help her while Anya yanked my pants and boxers down to my ankles. I kicked them off my feet then Zendaya tossed my shirt to the floor.

"Low carb diet?" Zendaya asked casually as her eyes wandered up and down my naked body.

Anya let out a low chuckle as she kissed my cheek, then trailed them down to my chest and navel. Zendaya unbuttoned her blouse until it loosely hung open, then she reached back to unclasp her bra, revealing her plump, flawless caramel breasts topped off by big, wine dark nipples.

The bra slinked down her slim body the same way she dropped to her knees between my legs. She wrapped her hand around the base of my long, hard cock, its girth shadowing her flawless face. She leaned in close, pressed a small kiss against my balls, then laid all of my size rest against her giddy face.

It sent chills down my spine, seeing the usually elegant, confident Zendaya with a throbbing cock veiled across her face. Anya trailed her kisses back up to the side of my head as she adjusted herself on the bed to rub the top of my head. She placed tender kisses on my temple while Zendaya continued to smooch away at my bloated sack.

Anya gripped my jaw to turn my head then she shoved her tongue into my mouth, forcing my attention to stay on her. I quickly began to lose myself in Anya's desire, meeting her moans and blindly reaching out for her. She took hold of my wrists, guiding them to the top of her dress. I yanked the fabric down and palmed her breasts hard.

I felt Zendaya's warm breath on the end of my shaft, then she suckled up one ball between her full lips. I broke the kiss with Anya and let out a deep moan as Zendaya swished and tugged at my balls. I looked down at her, pulsing at the sight of her mischievous eyes. Anya lifted herself up again, removed one hand from my hair, and pulled her dress down even further.

Then she gave me a mouthful of her soft breast, feeding me while keeping my head angled just right to watch Zendaya make love to my sack. After a few more swirls of her tongue and a series of deep, low moans from the back of her throat, she pulled back. Both of her hands found my shaft as she backed up, ogling the throbbing size that continued to stretch in her palms.

I kept my tongue and teeth focused on Anya's nipple, washing it in spit while trying to control my heartrate. Once again, seeing someone like Zendaya in such a position lit a fire in me. Anya pulled her chest away from my greedy mouth, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, then dropped between my legs to join her friend. Zendaya parted her lips wide, her eyes briefly flicking towards Anya like they had a shared secret, then she took my cock into her mouth.

My toes curled into the carpet as she began to bob her head with short pumps. Anya ran her hand over Zendaya's back while cooing into her ear. Zendaya looked right into my eyes and reached up to take hold of my wrist, guiding my hand to her curls. I took the hint, dug my fingers into her soft scalp, and started pumping.

Zendaya's eyes widened, most likely in surprise that I immediately got into the groove. Her lips widened as well and she curled them around my shaft to heighten that wonderful tug sensation. I raised my ass off the bed just slightly to give myself a better angle. I put my hips into my thrusts, slowly filling her sopping wet mouth with dick.

Anya put her hands on Zendaya's lace-covered shoulder, deciding just to watch the show. Zendaya's mouth managed to produce so much drool it sounded like someone was walking in mud. Wet, sloshy sounds filled the air as a fountain of spit leaked from her lips.

Zendaya's eyes were so big, so eager, it made her look submissive. With every plodding, messy thrust into her gullet, I went deeper and deeper into her throat. Zendaya brought her hands down to her body, spreading the bubbly mess all over her tits, rib cage, and down to her stomach.

Her wet fingers fumbled with the button of her pants just as my balls tapped against her chin. I noticed the half-impressed, half-envious look on Anya's face, which gave me an idea. I tightened my grip in Zendaya's curls and slowly pulled her off the length of my shaft, a long, slovenly tug that stretched her lips.

"Anya," I groaned. "Help her out."

Anya sprang into action, gently guiding Zendaya away from the edge of the bed to help her remove her pants. Zendaya squirmed like a worm when Anya tugged the expensive leather down her hips. When the pants were finally off of her sculpted bronze legs, I saw a pair of plain, ruined gray panties that Anya made short work of.

"Look at that..." Anya dangled the underwear in front of the camera and me, swinging it with droplets of girl-cum dripping from the dampest spot. While Anya put on her show, Zendaya quickly removed her top and pounced onto my cock.

Both of my hands found her head, pulling her inch after filthy inch until my balls met her chin again. She gagged, her eyes rolled into the back of her head briefly, and the taut muscles in her neck flexed in an almost comical way. But she didn't try to back up or put her hands on my thighs. She wanted me to plug her face like a socket.

I did exactly that, rising up off the bed and fucking her mouth like it was a pussy. Zendaya took it all without a hint of struggle, her eyes focused and sharp. I barely noticed Anya's movements until I saw her grabbing the camera. She crawled towards us and pointed the camera right at Zendaya's head.

"She loves that cock... all deep in her throat... yes..." Anya purred. Zendaya's smiling eyes flicked over to the lens for a moment before she returned them to mine. With the speed and pressure I was throatfucking her with, there wasn't much Zendaya could do other than take it. But she still managed to swirl her tongue along the underside of my shaft, and with perfect timing on the exit she'd swirl it around the head.

Anya's evil smile only grew wider as she adjusted the angle of the camera, slipping it underneath where Zendaya and I were conjoined to get the perfect angle of just how much spit was being produced. Anya reached out to run her hands over Zendaya's spit-coated tits, squeezing, pulling, and spreading the mess.

Zendaya's body jolted when Anya started to pinch her nipples. Her eyes widened from that glorious stone faced look to an even better shocked expression. One hand went between her legs, three digits going deep into her soaking, famished pussy. The other went to my thigh, a small tap that signaled me to stop.

I yanked Zendaya off my cock and when her lips popped off my crown, she laughed. A giddy, maniacal laugh that made Anya smile and sent a twinge of nervousness into me.

"Just... just need a breather," Zendaya huffed, beaming up at me while continuing to batter her own cunny. "You're intense... I like that..."

"Here, your turn," Anya purred before handing Zendaya the camera. Zendaya took it with one hand, backed up to give Anya space, and leaned slightly to the right to get a good angle.

Anya gripped my base like she was handling a nightstick, a focused scowl on her pretty face. She licked a long, teasing stripe from base to tip before opening wide just above my spurting tip. I reflexively tensed up as Anya loosened her jaw and slowly began to swallow me up.