This is a short-and-sweet little celebrity story where I experiment with writing from a first-person perspective for the first time. Let me know what you guys think. And don't worry; it doesn't feature Russell Brand.
This is a parody for readers 18+ and is in no way endorsed by the celebrity appearing in it.
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I edged through the darkness of the backstage area, following the path the roadie had pointed out to me. It was pitch black except for a giant field of light that lay off to the side. Musicians and backup dancers were performing out in the light, sweating as they gave all they had to give.
I could see everyone but the star of the show. I could hear her voice, hear her telling the audience to get loud and crazy, but she remained invisible to me until I arrived at a private little cocoon made up of crates on the side of the stage. And that's when I saw her.
Katy Perry.
She looked glorious beneath the spotlight, covered in a fine sheen of perspiration that left her glistening. She was wearing a PVC minidress so tight it looked like it could pop off her at any moment, the hem so short it was mind-boggling to think of the sight the audience members in the first row were being treated to.
She was bouncing up and down in time to the music, her breasts threatening to burst from her dress as they rippled and wobbled with each and every jump.
The song reached a crescendo, Katy screamed out her gratitude to the crowd for being the "best audience ever", she took her bows, waved, and rushed offstage.
Rushed offstage, straight to where I was standing alone and waiting for her.
"Oh, hey!" I said as she ran over to me, the lights on the stage cutting out to leave the arena in darkness, the audience roaring. "Great show, I---."
She didn't let me finish. Instead, she pushed me against the stack of crates, my VIP Pass bouncing against my chest, and pressed her lips to mine, her tongue parting them to slide into my mouth.
She tasted sweetly of cherry chapstick. My stomach, my heart, my very
being
leapt at the sensation, my loins stirring rapidly into life.
"Mmmm...good boy!" She said, her lips still so agonisingly close to mine. "You're right where I told you to be. That means you get a reward, but we're going to have to make it quick. I have an encore to do!"
She was pressed so close to me all I could see was her indigo eyes flashing with desire, all I could feel was the warmth of her breath and the firmness of her body, her full breasts squishing against my chest.
But then I felt one more thing. Her hand on my belt, tugging it off with quick, decisive movements, and I wondered to myself how I could possibly be so lucky as to have ended up here...
I'd been in my first ever LA club for no more than ten minutes and I'd already had Kim Kardashian brush past me on her way to the DJ booth. If that was going to be my only celebrity encounter I figured that was a pretty good one, but then I was tapped hard on the shoulder.
"S'cuse me." A booming voice said from behind me. I turned to look up at a guy whose bald head looked like only one of the many muscles he had rippling beneath a black singlet.
"Ms Perry wanted you to have this." He said, shoving a laminated pass into my hand. He gestured over his shoulder to a corner booth, where I saw Katy Perry, of all people, sipping champagne in the midst of a giggling entourage.
She was wearing a dress much like the one I would later see her sporting onstage. It was so tight it looked painted on, airbrushed in such a way as to generously reveal her swollen cleavage. She was staring at me with her piercing blue eyes, a coy little smile playing on her lips.
I glanced down at the pass the guy had given me. It was an Access All Areas lanyard for a concert of hers that was scheduled for the following night.
I was stunned. Not being a fan of Katy Perry's music, I didn't know what to make of it, but I figured if nothing else I should thank her for it...if she even meant it to be given to me in the first place.
I walked haltingly over to the booth, pulled in by the tractor beam of Katy's piercing gaze and magnetic bosom. She flashed a Hollywood-white smile at me as I arrived at the table.
"Uh, hi." I said. Not the smoothest introduction.
"Hello." She giggled, and the rest of her entourage joined in.
"Uh, thanks for this..." I said, holding up the pass. "Is it part of some promotion or something...?"
"No. It's just for you," Katy said, her offsiders all giggling again. "Make sure you're there before the encore, cutie."
"Make sure I'm where before the encore? Exactly?" I asked, hoping that wasn't a dumb question and burning red at her calling me 'cutie'.
"Side-of-stage," she said. "You're going to be support crew. One night only."
And she and all her friends laughed again. The whole thing felt very strange, like they were all in on a private joke or something...
...a joke I was now coming to understand as Katy tugged my pants down, my rapidly hardening member brushing against her cheek as it sprang free.
"Ooh!" She said, cooing at the sight of it. "Everything I'd hoped for and more!"
She didn't waste anymore time -- the audience was already a hurricane of demanding noise -- diving into sucking my cock like her life depended on it, her cheeks dimpling with the effort.
"Oh fuck!" I gasped, completely unprepared for the rushing sensation of Katy Perry's fervent mouth, of her warm, wet tongue wrapped around my straining shaft.
"Mmmmmm...." She moaned around my cock, slurping hungrily on the straining head, the tip of her tongue flickering the hole, tickling me, before pausing just long enough to murmur, "...I've been wanting this all day."
She shifted on her knees, raising one hand up to stroke my dick as she pulled at the straps of her dress with the other. One strap was pulled clear, then the other. The tight material had been doing a good job of keeping her in place, but now that it was unfastened her famously massive breasts spilled out, revealing them as smooth and milky-white.
She never stopped staring at me with her striking blue eyes as she sucked and sucked and stroked and stroked, even as I lost myself to the hypnotic allure of her exposed breasts and her firm, pink nipples.
I couldn't resist. I hunched forward to cup and stroke her breasts. They were so pillowy soft, so deliciously silky.
"Unnh! Mmmmnnnhh! Hhuhh!" She groaned and gasped as I pinched and tickled her nipples. She broke off sucking long enough to ask breathlessly, "You like my tits?"
