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HOLY JOE TO REPLACE DiCAPRIO IN TITANIC 2
HOLLYWOOD, Calif. - Leonerdo DiCaprio has decided to Òbow outÓ of
any role in the planned sequel to the film Titanic.
DiCaprio broke the news earlier today, in an interview with this
magazine:
ms (Matt Sludge): Rumor has it thereÕs going to be a sequel to Titanic,
Lenny.
ld (Leonerdo): ThatÕs right. And IÕm not going to be in it.
ms: YouÕre not?
ld: Nope. I want to start a rock band, like Keanau Reeves did. IÕm tired of
being an actor.
ms: WhoÕs going to take your place? YouÕre so great! All the girls love
you!
ld: ThatÕs the problem. You wouldnÕt believe all the mail IÕm getting. I
canÕt even get out my front door anymore. Let somebody else get all that
damn mail for a change.
ms: So, like, whoÕs going to replace you?
ld: A GREAT actor! The girls will really like him. I doubt theyÕve heard of
him yet, but soon they will. His name is Holy Joe.
ms: The name sounds vaguely familiar.
ld: You should do a big profile of him.
ms: I guess IÕll have to.
ld: Let girls send him love letters for a change.
ms: How can there be a sequel to Titanic, when you and so many others
died in the first film?
ld: ItÕs an undersea epic. WeÕre all dead, but weÕre undead, because so
many girls like us. ItÕs sort of like Tinkerbell... if you believe in her, she
lives!
ms: That sounds logical, in a Hollywood sort of way.
ld: The film wonÕt have James Cameron as its director, though.
ms: Really?
ld: Nope. Wes Craven is going to direct. Because of all the undead people
in the movie. He directed Scream, you know.
ms: Yeah. So whatÕs James Cameron going to direct, if heÕs not directing
the sequel to Titanic?
ld: Planet of the Apes! Cameron told me just the other day, ÒIÕm sick of
filming you, DiCaprio. IÕm going to film a monkey instead.Ó
ms: Maybe heÕs been getting too many fan letters from girls too.
ld: Maybe.
ms: So whatÕs your next film, Lenny? Something big?
ld: I told you, IÕm starting a rock band.
ms: Oh. ThatÕs right. But surely you should do another film. You canÕt
just quit.
ld: YouÕre right! I am actually considering a film. This film, though, will
reveal my inner being. No more running around with girls. IÕve done Romeo
and Juliet, and IÕve done Romeo and Juliet on the Titanic. Now IÕm going to
reveal my true self.
ms: Really?
ld: Yep.
ms: Well, like, whatÕs the film going to be called?
ld: ItÕs based on that old 60Õs film, ÒItÕs a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World.Ó
ms: I remember that.
ld: Except this film will be shot at my home in the Tenderloin, in San
Francisco. It will co-star The Village People and itÕs going to be called,
ÒItÕs a Gay, Gay, Gay, Gay World.Ó
ms: Gosh! What will it be about?
ld: ThatÕs a surprise.
ms: Okay.
ld: Well, I canÕt sit here and talk all day. Look at that sunshine! IÕm not
going to sit inside when I can be out!
ms: Thanks for the interview, Lenny.
ld: Right! Be sure and print it, so all those girls quit bugging me. Tell
them to write to Holy Joe instead.
ms: Okay.
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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Three
Kate stood up and found she was wobbly on her feet, she was so
nervous. She saw her lover smile. Even the gay men turned to look at her,
she was so beautiful, her blonde hair shimmering in the sunlight that
pierced the window curtains, drawn closed so no one would see but thin
and gauzy, so that light could enter the room. Kate advanced with mincing
steps toward her lover. He gazed up at her proudly. He felt pleasure at
seeing her encumbered like this before him, Kate saw, for his penis,
already hard, lengthened further, to a very stiff eight and a half inches.
He delighted in her beauty and her captivity. KateÕs chains clinked their
links together as she padded across the rug, meekly, watching her feet so
she wouldnÕt trip when she wasnÕt glancing up at her lover. The other men
shared his admiration of her, and especially, looking down at his groin,
they shared their admiration for the effect she had on him. Kate felt like
a woman great with child as she made her way across the room all
entangled and cuffed, only her bosoms moving freely. And she knew she
was wet in her cunt, and she wondered if the other men, and her lover,
could smell her scent.
Kate settled onto her loverÕs knee. She had to sit just so to avoid
banging her legs against his erection. He stroked her thighs and pulled her
closer and she felt her closest thigh push his erection up, so that it stuck
up at her like a flagpole. His belly was hairy. His legs were hairy and
their hairs pricked at her bare bottom. Trent drew her face to his and he
kissed her nose. Then he kissed her mouth. He tongued at her bit with his
tongue. She tried to respond but the bit held her tongue down. He grabbed
at her breasts and felt their fullness. He kneaded the big cones of flesh
and tried to prick his thumb on her softly sharp nipples.
He seemed rougher with her than heÕd ever been before. He squeezed
her breasts hard and made her gasp, the bit stifling her little cry. He
pinched each of her nipples. He ran a hand down her tummy, feeling its
silky nudity, and then jammed his hand between her legs and fondled her
cunt. She was forced to open her legs to him and his big hand shoved a
finger into her twat.
ÒOh!Ó Kate yelped. She was not used to being handled so and it
frightened her. Yet it taunted her, somewhere deep inside herself, for she
knew she could do nothing, in her bit and her head harness and her chains,
to deny anyone. And, besides all that, goading her even more, her lover
was large, taller even than Marie, and she was but 5Õ 2Ó and big only in her
breasts.
Marie stood over the couple, watching as Trent took liberties with
his love that she had not permitted him before. He bit into her breasts,
not hard, but not gently either, feeling their weight and softness and their
resilient yielding. Kate felt tears in her eyes and thought he might eat her
alive. His teeth left marks when he drew his mouth away. Then he
attacked her nipples with his tongue and his teeth, and Kate cried out as
his teeth made a gripping clamp on her closest nipple, and seemed to suck
hard on it, as if milk might squirt out.
ÒTell me you are not as old as you say,Ó Trent breathed hotly to Kate
when heÕd lifted his mouth from her nipples. ÒTell me I can go to prison if
I fuck you.Ó
ÒYou can,Ó Kate coughed, feeling tears stain her cheeks. ÒYou can go
to prison if you serve me a drink!Ó Her breasts hurt a little from his
mouthing but she felt butterflies leap in her tummy as she spoke, good
butterflies, and she managed to tease him despite herself. She reached
down with both her manacled hands and caught at his penis and held it
tight.
Trent groaned. Kate, who had only handled his manhood with the
greatest respect before this, a little afraid of it, in fact, now pinched him
with her nailed fingers, right on his throbbing shaft. Her lover flexed his
chest but he didnÕt make her stop. Kate bent low and jammed his cockhead
into her bitted mouth and tried to bite him. But the bit kept her peaceful.
She could only breathe on him and pass her lips across his peehole. She
hoped to wet his cockhead with her saliva but instead she felt his precum
wetting her lips.
Maria laughed. ÒLetÕs have breakfast, you two! You have all day to
fuck. IÕm hungry!Ó She pulled KateÕs head upright and made her sit still.
She unbuckled KateÕs head harness so Kate could eat. Then, with Kate told
to sit quietly and Trent told to behave, Maria rang a little bell and Cindy
entered.
There was a soft shuffling of feet upon the carpet. With her red hair
hanging around her face, her braids long since undone and her eyes a little
sleepy looking, Kate got the impression that Cindy had just awakened. She
wore a baby doll nightie that floated around her waist, too short to cover
her pussy. The fabric was see-through. Within her nightie CindyÕs
hourglass figure moved, like a dancerÕs, though the girl herself stifled a
sleepy yawn. Her bosoms, full and young, quivered pointy tips into the
front of her nightie.
Cindy wore a garland of daisies upon her head. The flowers were
freshly cut. They still had a sprinkling of dew on them. Kate stared at
them a moment, and then guessed that the daisies must be from a hothouse
and the droplets of water on them not dew but water, for it was too cold
for daisies to grow outside this late in the year. Cindy reached up and
adjusted the garland upon her head. She seemed to just be aware of it,
like a child awakening and then finding its mother was near, its mother
was the one who was hugging it close, and turning to breastfeed after
first crying for milk. Kate realized, flushing a little, that a gardener must
have cut the daisies for Cindy. A gardener employed by Maria, no doubt,
who seemed to have servants on hand for every need. The man must have
woven the daisies together for Cindy and presented them to her, plopping
them on her head as she, beckoned from bed, stood sleepily before him.
And in realizing this Kate knew that whatever happened to her was hardly
private. The guests last night knew, knew her face and her body and how
it looked in the nude and how she looked with a cucumber introduced into
her. The maid Bess knew, and would gossip, quite surely, to her friends
who cleaned the houses around town. And now several gay men knew,
staring at her, and a gardener, perhaps shoveling manure outside in the
yard, he knew all about Kate too, how her lover had brought her and how
sheÕd agreed to come.
The curtains were useless. They may have been made of lead, it
made no difference, for everyone in the house knew what was transpiring
in the breakfast room. If Kate were whipped they would hear her screams.
ÒCindy, serve the men first, please,Ó Marie said to the girl. The
redhead turned to get a tray of food that had been placed on the loveseat.
Kate saw that the bottom half of her hiney was completely outside her
nightie. She glanced at the gay men. They seemed to delight in seeing her
naked ass, though it was not a maleÕs ass. No doubt any hole was alright
with them, Kate mused, provided it was an asshole and it was tight. Snug
and hidden within CindyÕs pretty nether cheeks, her anus promised certain
pleasure. Her bottomcheeks bulged as she bent to pick up the tray and
Kate noticed her loverÕs penis quiver agreeably as he, like all the rest of
them, stared at CindyÕs bare bottom.
It was a strange breakfast. Instead of dressing up, as one might at a
fine hotel, they had dressed down, all except for the gay men and Marie.
Cindy picked up the tray and found it was heavy and held it a little
unsteadily. With her garland perched on her head, her red hair loose and
carefree, and her babydoll wafting around her figure, too short to cover
her pussy, she walked barelegged up to Marie.
ÒBreakfast, maÕam?Ó Cindy asked Marie in a tentative, high-pitched
voice.
ÒYou are sweet to offer me first, but it wonÕt save your bottom,Ó
Marie said, but took a croissant all the same. She slashed her whip
against CindyÕs thigh and the girl, rising up on her toes in surprise, nearly
dropped her tray. ÒServe our lovers first. They are naked and waiting and
IÕm sure they must be a little hungry. And donÕt drop the tray or youÕll
have stable duties assigned to you, and IÕll have Bess serve us instead.Ó
Cindy bit her lower lip and nodded. The whipÕs thongs had left light
red marks across her white thigh. She turned, and Kate, who had been
furtively stroking her loverÕs penis, let go of it. It stuck up like a slab of
raw bacon. Cindy approached and bowed slightly.
Nudged by her lover, feeling a little queer, Kate reached out and
lifted a china coffee cup from the tray. It was brimming with hot coffee.
Kate drew it to her lips and blew on it and sipped it. She was careful not
to spill any on her naked breasts. She had to use both her hands, for they
were chained closely together. She felt like she was back in preschool,
sipping hot cocoa.
Trent reached out for a cup of his own. But first, too tempted to
resist, he reached above the tray and caught at CindyÕs breasts. The girl
let out a small cry of alarm. She almost dropped her tray. With both her
hands holding the heavy tray, she could only watch as Trent took liberties
with her bosoms, palping her breasts through her nightie and making her
gasp in response. He tweaked her nipples. Cindy mewled in displeasure.
But the babydoll was too sheer and flimsy to keep Trent from doing
whatever he wished, and he seemed to be in a bad boy mood all of a sudden,
hurting his loverÕs breasts and now doing the same to Cindy.
Kate, a little jealous of CindyÕs beauty, might have yanked at her
loverÕs cock to stop him, but she did not. When Trent had pleased himself
by displeasing Cindy, he lifted a coffee cup from her tray. Gallantly he
presented it to KateÕs lips and made her sip from it. Then he put it to his
mouth and drank it down.
Cindy turned away. She seemed eager to get away from Trent and
she walked quickly toward the farthest guest, instead of serving the gay
man who sat next to Kate. CindyÕs bottomcheeks rolled as she walked, her
hips swaying, the sqeezable cheeks of her ass promising to trap even a
feather if it were inserted between them. EveryoneÕs eyes followed her
bottom, even KateÕs. She cared nothing for CindyÕs ass but was still
amazed to see a waitress so boldly and lewdly displayed. All her life Kate
had always tried to be careful and modest and proper. SheÕd had some fun,
of course, but had always tried to keep within bounds, never going too far.
Now she was weighed down by chains whose very weight seemed sensual,
capturing her for her lover. She sat bare-bottomed on her loverÕs equally
bare thigh. His hair tickled her grooved satiny ass, the little hairs of his
leg sticking up between her spread bottomcheeks and teasing her anus.
With her every movement, her every breath, Kate could feel her breasts
rise and fall. Her nipples were stubbornly hard and they stuck right up,
paying no mind to all the eyes that could see them. Her braids swished
over her nipples whenever she turned her head. She was thrilled to be so
close to her lover, his thing sticking right up between his legs, hard and
ready for her. It offered droplets of precum to her that, if unattended to,
ran down his shaft to collect in the hair on his balls.
Cindy, doing her best to please, stood erectly before the first of the
gay men, the one farthest from Trent and Kate, and offered her tray to him.
ÒPlease help yourself, sir!Ó Cindy said, her voice meek and polite. The man
reached with both his hands, but not to take anything from her tray. He
grabbed Cindy by her hips and to a shrieking cry of dismay from her turned
her around. The move was abrupt and Cindy barely retained her tray as she
was turned. She found herself staring at Marie. The woman, sitting in a
chair of her own and nibbling her croissant, merely stared back at her,
from across the room, her whip dangling in her hand.
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