Around the World in 80 Babes
Chapter 6: A Woman’s Work
January 30th, 2005
Beach le’ Carnivale
South of France, on the Mediterranean
Marissa Call had spent many nights in limousines. She’d also spent many nights naked in limousines. In fact, she’d probably spent more limo rides having sex than just riding.
Right now, though, was not one of those times.
Marissa was dressed in, she’d admit, something far less than her best outfit. Her best clothes were back at her third floor apartment, not ten blocks from here. Currently, she wore a yellow bikini top that displayed
her breasts like the beacons to men they were, and a pair of cut-off jeans that would have shamed Daisy Duke. It wasn’t the best outfit for making a deal, but, then again, Call had made deals wearing considerably less.
One of them had landed her here, in the South of France. Hopefully, this one would finally get her out of it.
The man sitting across from her was one Richard Stall, English businessman and secret purveyor of videos of celebrities having sex. From what Call had been able to get out of Stall’s driver, the Englishman was hard at work attempting to get video footage of at least 80 different celebrities engaging in various forms of sexual delights.
And it was that mission of Stall’s that gave Call her opening.
“I understand you want out of France,” Stall said. “But how do I know you can deliver me the tapes I want.”
“Oh, I’m not offering you tapes,” Call said. “I’m offering to go have sex with at least two celebs while here in France. You can tape me all you want while I do it, and then you can get me to hell out of dodge.”
Stall smiled, but the image on the videoscreen behind him didn’t.
“You know we’re only interested in female celebs,” Tom Lambert said with a frown. Lambert was, apparently, Stall’s techno-wizzard, and the man responsible for the microscopic cameras and digital technology behind all of this.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Lambert, I’ll be having lesbian sex for your viewing pleasure,” Call said. “Won’t be the first time, won’t be the last. I like women as much as I like men. Maybe more.” She said that last bit towards Michael Burke, Stall’s driver, and the man she’d been giving a blowjob to when she stumbled upon all of this.
“That would be something new for the Timekeepers back home,” Stall said.
“I still don’t like it,” Lambert said.
“What don’t you like about it?” Stall asked.
“I want names. Real names, names we’ve heard before,” Lambert said. “I want to know who we’re getting in all of this.”
Stall turned towards Call. “Well, Miss Call, what do you say? Are these celebs you’re offering us worth our time?”
Call actually smiled. “How does Laetitia Casta and Penelope Cruz sound to you?”
Burke went stiff in the driver’s seat. Stall’s eyebrows practically leapt off his forehead. Lambert’s jaw dropped almost clear off the screen.
“Laetitia Casta and Penelope Cruz,” Stall repeated.
“You’re lying,” Lambert claimed.
“I most certainly am not,” Call said. “I’ve been having sex with both of them for the better part of eight months. Penelope paid for my apartment.”
“But neither would send you home?” Stall asked.
Call smiled sadly. “Would you send the woman you were having a secret lesbian affair with back to her home country when you weren’t done fucking her yet? I’m their dirty little secret, nothing more than a whore to them. When they’re done with me, they’ll forget all about me, and I’ll be stuck here with nothing to show for it.”
“Unless you tape yourself having sex with them and get me to pay for your ticket home, is that it?” Stall asked.
“Is it worth it to you?” Call asked.
Stall seemed to honestly think it over. “How soon could you make this happen?”
“Penelope within the week,” Call said confidently. “She’s down in Cannes right now, soaking up some sun and looking to get laid. Laetitia would take a bit more work. She’s in Paris right now, possibly with her husband. She may not be reachable at this very moment, but given enough time, I should be able to slip in a quickie.”
“Lambert,” Stall said, looking up at the screen.
“Can you fashion a new camera watch, something considerably more feminine?”
“Yeah, but it would take a bit.”
“A week, easily. Maybe more, depending on how small it is. I assume you’re going to want a new pendant cam, too.”
“You assume correctly. For now, Miss Call can borrow mine. Lambert, you can trace these right?”
“Absolutely,” Lambert said, giving Call a nasty look through the videoscreen. “She tried to run off with them, and we’ll be all over her in ten minutes.”
Call suspected that was an exaggeration, but let it slide. “You think I’m going to run off on you? When you haven’t even given me what?”
“These cameras cost a pretty penny,” Stall said, simply. “You found your way to us while hiding from the police with a stolen purse. Obviously, you need some money.”
“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,” Call said, and left it at that.
“And apparently, a girl needs to give my driver head in order to escape French Officials.”
“Well, you are guilty until proven innocent here in France,” Call said.
“Does that include prostitution?” Stall asked.
“Why yes, it does,” Call smiled.
Stall shook his head, then turned towards the Screen. “Lambert, get those new cameras made and shipped her at once. Michael, get us back to the hotel. Miss Call, if you’d like, you can stay with us until we’ve got what we need.”
“Let’s stop by my apartment and let me pack my things,” Call said, smiling in return. “We can discuss any other business over dinner. Your treat.”
“My treat,” Stall said. “Of course.”
* * *
February 3rd, 2005
Cannes Hilton Hotel,
Marissa Call was submerged completely in bubbles, the hot water soaking her naked skin, when she got the phone call she’d expected the day before.
“Marissa?” the sexy voice said in Spanish.
“Penelope, how are you?” Call replied, her Spanish much improved over the last couple of months.
“Feeling horny, my sweet. Are you in Cannes?” Penelope Cruz asked in a slightly hushed whisper.
“I am, babe. I am. Would you be interested in setting up a date?”
“You know I would. God, I need your tongue in my pussy so bad.”
“Now, now, Penelope, be a good girl, and you’ll get what you want. How do you want to do this tonight?”
“Mmmm, I just want to fuck you, Marissa. Can you meet me at my hotel tonight. Say, at midnight?”
“Will you have my usual fee ready for me?” Call asked.
“I will. I’ll include an extra thousand Euros if you let me have your ass.”
Marissa thought about that for a long moment. Stall would probably love it, but Marissa was far from happy doing anal. Unlike some girls – Penelope being one of them – anal sex didn’t do much for Marissa, be it a real cock or a fake one in her ass.
“I’ll take your extra thousand,” Call said. “But you’ll be the one getting it up the ass. Agreed?”
“Mmm, yes,” Penelope moaned. “I’ll see you tonight. The Cannes Hilton, room 669.”
“I’ll see you tonight, babe,” Call said, closing her cellphone and putting it aside.
“That went well,” a voice said, breaking the silence in the bathroom.
“Indeed, it did,” Marissa said, not at all surprised to see Stall standing in the doorway. “In fact, she’s in this very hotel. I have a date at midnight.”
“You’ll have my watch and my pendant when you go,” Stall said, his eyes betraying nothing to as if he were searching to see her body beneath the bubbles in the bubble bath.
“You’ll get a good video,” Call promised.
“I expect to,” Stall said. “Get this one, good. Get the Casta video next, and you’re in business. After that, I plan on moving out of France. Maybe to Germany, or Italy. You can either come with us, or you can go home.”
“No offense, Mr. Stall,” Call said. “But I’ve been in France too long. I need to go home to the States, and there isn’t anything you can say that’ll make me want to go with you.”
“Understood, Miss Call,” Stall replied, turning around. “I’ll leave you to prepare for your date.”
“Thanks,” she said, watching as Stall took one step out of the bathroom. “Oh, and Mr. Stall?” she called out.
“Yes?” he asked, turning back to her.
She stood up, allowing the hot, soapy water to run off her naked body for a long, breathless moment. His eyes took her naked body in for that long moment before turning back towards her face.
“You can call me Marissa,” Call said, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself.
“Marissa it is,” Stall said with a smile before he left.
* * *
February 4th, 2005
Cannes Hilton Hotel,
Midnight came quickly for Marissa Call, and before she knew it, she was knocking on a door not two flights up from where Stall and crew stayed. Right now, both Stall and Burke were down in the limo outside the hotel, watching what she was doing through the camera in both the watch she wore, and the pendant around her neck.
She’d changed before she’d come upstairs, preferring to go in something suitably sexy for her little encounter. Judging from the way Burke’s eyes had gone wide at the sight of her, the form fitting, super short black dress she’d worn was having the right effect.
Penelope would love ripping it off her.
The hotel door opened, and Penelope Cruz stood before Call. Clad only in a black lace bra and matching thong panties, the Spanish actress was a sight to behold. Call made no secret of her bisexual desires, but upon seeing a sight like this, she gave a moment’s thought to becoming an out-and-out lesbian.
“Marissa,” Cruz said, her voice a silky moan of pleasure. “Please, come in.”
“Thank you,” Marissa smiled, admiring the way Penelope’s eyes were drawn to her breasts. For the boys down in the limo, it would almost seem as if the actress was looking them in the eye, when, indeed, all Penelope would be thinking about right now would be how she was going to rip the dress off of Marissa.
True to that thought, the instant the door closed behind Call, Cruz was all over her. Soft, sensuous lips pressed against Marissa’s, and needy hands found her ass and tits through the dress. Penelope’s warm body pressed Call up against the closed door, and for a long moment, the former thief wondered if Cruz was going to rape her right there and then.
Knowing this wasn’t the video Stall wanted, Call gently pushed Cruz away from her enough that she could speak.
“Not just yet, my love,” Cruz said. “First, to business.”
“Always worried about your money,” Cruz muttered. “It’s in an envelope on the bed stand, as usual. I included an extra thousand Euros,” Penelope added as she leaned in closer to Marissa, “And I made sure there was an amble bottle of lube. I can’t wait to feel you in my ass.”
Call gave Penelope a quick kiss on the cheek. “Give me a minutes, and I’ll go get ready.”
“Mmmm, hurry, please,” Penelope purred. “I can’t wait much longer to have you fuck me.”
“It won’t be long at all, I promise,” Call said, quickly heading into the bedroom area of the suite. Sure enough, her money was on the bed stand, and it quickly went into her purse after a fast check that it was all there. Then, with cautious ease, Marissa took the watch Stall had given her off her arm and placed it with the face pointed towards the bed. This would be the wide shot, and the only thing Call really had to do during this whole session would be to make sure she and Penelope didn’t fuck each other off the bed.
Which, considering that Penelope seemed to want Marissa to be the top tonight, wouldn’t be very hard at all.
Quickly, Call shed her dress, and lay down on the bed dressed similarly to what Penelope wore – only, Marissa’s bra and panties were sheer instead of lacy.
“I’m ready now,” Marissa called out to the next room, adding just a touch of lust to her voice.
Penelope entered quickly, lust more than evident on her face.
“I’ve been wanting this all day,” she whispered as her eyes traveled up and down Marissa’s body.
“Mmm, so have I, baby,” Marissa smiled as Penelope crawled onto the bed. “So have I.”
“Do you want the strap on now?” Penelope asked as she leaned over, her lips mere inches from Marissa’s.
“Not yet,” Marissa replied, reaching up and grabbing Penelope’s head. She quickly pulled the Spaniard to her, locking lips and feeling the passion between her and Penelope spike. As they kissed, Marissa reached up and took hold of Penelope’s Bra. With deft hands, she managed to undo the back snaps with ease, freeing Penelope’s luscious tits with ease.
“God, I want you,” Penelope moaned as Marissa broke their kiss and locked her lips around her lover’s nipple.
“Help me out of these clothes,” Marissa smiled as she sat up a bit.
Penelope quickly responded, reaching around Marissa’s back and undoing the strap of her bra. Instantly Marissa’s ample chest came into view. Unable to hold back, Penelope dropped down and practically inhaled Marissa’s right tit.
“Mmmm,” Marissa moaned before swatting the starlet lightly. “I’m not naked yet.”
“Sorry,” Penelope said, her face implying that she was anything but. Still, she reached down and slid Marissa’s panties off her legs, her eyes drinking in all the beauty of her lover’s body. Still unable to resist, Penelope ran her hands up Marissa’s legs, squeezing her thighs as she came close to her crotch.
“Uh-uh, Penelope,” Marissa said with a smile. “Tonight, you belong to me, not the other way around. Roll over on your back.” Penelope obeyed at once, smiling with lust as Marissa climbed on top. She spared the watch one quick glance, making sure it’s face was pointed towards her, before she reached down and pinched Penelope’s nipples.
“Ouch!” Penelope replied. “What was that for?”
“For being greedy, that’s what,” Marissa replied, reaching over the side of the bed to grab the strap-on. “You started feeling me up like I was yours – I’m not. You’re mine.”
Making sure she was facing the watch/camera, Marissa went about putting on the dildo between her legs. This show was in part for the camera, and in part to drive Penelope crazy – which, considering her current state of lust, wasn’t that far of a drive. As she meticulously assembled the strap-on, Penelope was all but dying on the bed, her hands roaming her own body, a slight sheen of sweat coating over her beautiful skin. Normally, Marissa wouldn’t have let her get away with that, but this video needed to be done, and a pre-lubricated pussy was easier to slide into. Penelope’s fingers seemed to be doing a more than sufficient job of getting her Spanish Pussy wet enough for entry.
“Are you ready to be fucked yet, Penelope?” Marissa cooed as she finished strapping herself in.
“Oh, god, yes,” the actress moaned. Marissa placed herself between Penelope’s legs and pressed the head of her new attachment at the entrance to her lover’s pussy.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Penelope,” Marissa said. “It’s time for your punishment.
And with that, she slammed the dildo into the actress a full force.
Penelope moaned aloud, her head falling back on the pillows. Marissa was able to slide almost all the way into Penelope with one solid shove, the actresses sopping wet box providing more than enough juice to allow easy access for the dildo.
Marissa had been here before, and knew that, ironically, the show Stall and his boys would want would be exactly what Penelope needed to get herself off. The actress was in no mood for foreplay, no mood for tender loving. There was only one thing Penelope Cruz needed right now, and that was a quality fucking.
Marissa wasn’t going to let her down.
“Oh, fuck, yessss!” Penelope hissed as Marissa reached down and took a breast in each hand. Kneading the impressive chest flesh with her fingers, Marissa sent pulses of delight through the actress’ body. Thrusting with her hips, Marissa drove her dildo into Penelope like so many men had driven their penises into Marissa over the years – quickly, thoughtlessly, and without mercy.
Penelope loved every second of it. She may have seemed demure and reserved in public, but in bed, Penelope Cruz enjoyed nothing more than a high spirited, almost painful sexual encounter with anyone. Marissa had seen the Spanish woman enjoy a threesome with two men while still having the energy to enjoy her personal lesbian whore at the same time.
Penelope’s hands found Marissa’s breasts, and just like that, the young woman got into the act even more. Despite the fact that she made most of her living by having sex, Marissa Call found the act quite enjoyable, no matter the partner. Men, women, it didn’t matter who wanted her body, Marissa was more than willing to enjoy someone else. She had a weakness for beautiful women – a weakness that had led not only to her current exile in France, but also to make the offer to star in these videos for Stall. Any man who could smuggle this kind of media equipment into the country in the world of anti-terrorism security could smuggle her out without a problem.
And if getting out meant she had to sleep with a pair of beautiful women, well, that was really just a bonus, wasn’t it?
“Harder!” Penelope moaned as Marissa drove her plastic penis deeper and deeper into her pussy.
Marissa replied by squeezing Penelope’s nipples harder, sending another jolt of pain through her lover. This time, Penelope shrieked and then laughed. She returned the pinch to Marissa’s nipples, and then grunted as Marissa slammed the strap-on home once more.
“Fuck me, Marissa!” Penelope cried, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!!!!”
Marissa pounded the plastic in and out of Penelope, driving the actress wild. Harder and harder she thrusted, coating the dildo with cum juice and bringing her own lusty feelings to the surface. The tiny bit in her own pussy was finally doing it’s work, and if she was lucky, she’d climax at the same time Penelope did.
“Fuck me harder, you whore!” Penelope screamed, her fingers practically digging into Marissa’s breasts.
That last comment did it. With two more savage thrusts, Marissa brought Penelope to a screaming orgasm, wave after wave of bliss exploding in her body. The actress spasmed like she’d been hit by a live wire. Her eyes screwed shut, and her hands fell from Marissa’s chest, collapsing on either side of the bed.
Penelope’s orgasm set of Marrisa’s, and as her own climax overtook her body, causing her to collapse atop the beautiful actress. As their hot, sweaty, naked bodies pressed together, Marissa became aware of the pendant around her neck – the only thing separating her and Penelope at all. The cool metal against her hot skin reminded her of why exactly she was here.
“That was wonderful,” Penelope whispered into ear.
“Yes, it was,” Marissa agreed, pulling herself up and off of Penelope’s body. She took half a second to admire the naked Spaniard before collapsing beside her, casually knocking the watch off the bedstand – Stall didn’t need to see anything that happened after this…
* * *
February 4th, 2005
Cannes Hilton Hotel,
When Marissa finally returned to Stall’s suite, the business man had already ordered breakfast from room service. Of course, considering that it was nearly nine o’clock in the morning, breakfast seemed like a really good idea.
“Ah, Miss Call,” Stall said Burke let her into the room. “My congratulations on an excellent show last night. We got more than enough on tape.”
“Good,” Call said, sitting down on the bed. Clad only in one of the hotel’s bathrobes, Call had hoped to get dressed quietly and perhaps catch a quick nap before seeing Stall. Too late for that now.
“Your performance was flawless. Miss Cruz never even glanced at the watch, and the way you wore the pendant around your neck framed her breasts perfectly on screen.”
“I’ll have to keep that in mind next time,” Marissa said.
“It’s the next time that I was hoping to talk to you about,” Stall said.
“I promised you Laetitia Casta, and I’ll deliver,” Call replied carefully.
“I have no doubt you will, Miss Call,” he said. “Your efforts last night more than convinced me of your honesty.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“No problem,” Stall said. “I was just hoping you knew how to get in touch with her. Is she here in Cannes?”
“No, she’s in Paris. I told you that before.” Marissa said.
“Hmmm, yes, you did,” Stall replied, non-committally. “Where in Paris, exactly?”
“She has an apartment there. I’ve been in it twice before. There are two rather large mirrors in her bedroom – you should enjoy that.”
“I’m sure I will. Will you be able to contact her as soon as we arrive in Paris?”
“I believe I told you I would as long as she was in town,” Call said.
“Well, she was on TV this morning, some local TV news of some sort. She commented that she’d be leaving for a photo shoot in Italy in three days.”
“Are you asking if I can get you tape of Laetitia before she leaves for Italy?” Marissa guessed.
“To put it bluntly, yes. I can’t afford to wait around for her to return.”
“And if you leave, there goes my ride out of here, is that it?”
“I’m afraid so, unless you wanted to come with us.”
“I don’t,” she said.
“Then can you get into her pants in three days?”
Marissa took a deep breath before answering. “Yes,” she said. “I think I can.”
Stall looked at her for a long moment. “For your sake, Miss Call, I hope so. We had an agreement. I need you to fulfill your half before I can make good on mine.”
“You’ll have your tape,” Call said. “I guarantee it.”
“Good. We’ll leave for Paris whenever you’re ready.”
To Be Continued…