Women’s Celebrity Health Spa: Tracy’s Coming out party
By Rinky Dink
Gregg777us@yahoo.com
(FF, drugs, MF?)
The following contains sexual situations and no one under 18 should read this. This is a fictional story and all characters actions are not real. My first non-hypnosis Spa story so hope you like it. Not a trend, just didn’t work story-wise this time.
It seemed like a typical morning at the Women’s Celebrity Health Spa in Malibu as its young beautiful manager Tracy Thresher sat down with her curvy blonde assistant Connie to go over the mail.
Tracy had already had sex with two early arriving members to the Spa so she was in a good mood but that soon was going to change as they went through the mundane business of running the most IN fitness center in Hollywood.
It was the In place because most people wanted to get IN Tracy’s pussy and born with an exceptionally high sex drive, she was more than happy to accommodate any and all comers. More than some people thought, as it would soon turn out.
“Oh, some more national publicity for you Tracy, The Advocate wants to do a story on you and they said if you officially come “out” they will put you on its cover,” said Connie. “Isn’t that great.”
“What’s The Advocate and what the heck would I be coming out from,” asked Tracy.
“Tracy, got to get you reading more than fitness magazines and Sports Illustrated for Women,” said Connie with a smile. “The Advocate is the biggest magazine for homosexuals in the country, it’s very well-respected too, and they want you to come out publicly and tell people you are a lesbian.”
“Why would I tell people that?, I’m not a lesbian,” said Tracy with a quizzical look on her face.
“Tracy, c’mon, stop kidding” said Connie chidingly. “I sit next to your office and watch you have sex with a bushel of women day after day.
“Well, of course,” said Tracy. “It’s an all-female club, who else am I going to have sex with here? The vending machines?
“But before I was in charge here and the old managers wouldn’t let me sleep with everybody I used to lay out in a bikini on the beach and have lots of guys hit on me, and in high school I slept with pretty much every member of the football team, except the geeky punter.
” I’m not gay. I’m just…..really into sex.”
“Fine, you’ve had sex with thousands of women in the past 3 years and no men but you are not gay,” said Connie. “Da nile is a river that runs deep.”
“I have had sex with three men, the owner’s son, they guy who fills the vending machines and some guy in the bathroom I met at a movie premiere who I think was a transsexual but still a guy,” said Tracy, now getting a bit peeved. “It’s not many but it still is sex with men so drop it unless you want to set up a threesome with your husband so I can prove my point.”
“Ok, OK,” said Connie, who did not want to anger her boss, thus endangering the sex sessions she enjoyed so much with Tracy, who was absolutely incredible in bed. “I’ll tell The Advocate to forget it.”
“This pisses me off because if you think so Connie than everyone does,” said Tracy throwing her long, luxurious curly black hair around. “There is nothing wrong with being a dyke but I’m not one and if I ever met a guy I wanted to go out with I don’t want him hearing he’s going out with a lesbian.
“I have to do something that proves to everyone I like having sex with a man, make that men. A lot of men.”
With her incredibly fit figure, large breasts and, when not angry, sparkling personality Connie doubted Tracy would have problems getting a guy but she wasn’t about to argue with the boss at this point.
“I got an idea Connie,” said Tracy. “Who is, outside of me, the sluttiest, trampiest, dirtiest, acts like a complete whore, most sexually-obsessed member of the Spa?”
“That’s easy, you know “The Princess,” said Connie.
“Of course, she is such a slut, bring her to me as soon as she gets in,” said Tracy. “I have a proposition for her.”
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Christina Aguilera was known as “The Princess” around the Spa because it was said if Tracy was the Queen of Sex then Christina was undoubtedly the Princess.
Christina didn’t mind the nickname, it sure beat her old one, “Slutty McSlut, the sluttiest slut of all sluts.”
After her spectacular debut album as an 18-year-old, now that she was financially secure the constantly horny Christina had dropped off the public radar screen to dedicate herself to a life of pure debauchery. Her life was a swirl of parties and sex. People joked that the only slit in the Spa not to have had Christina’s tongue in it was the paper towel dispenser in the bathroom.
Her constant partying and insatiable desire for sex had made her need to replenish her bank account and her record company had finally coaxed her to make another record. She reluctantly agreed, even though she knew it would force her to cut down on the number of orgies and sexual liaisons she had throughout the day.
When Christina walked into Tracy’s office, she saw Connie had grabbed Christina just as she had walked in the door, as she had not changed into her usual tiny workout outfit of a blue strapless sports bra and red bikini bottom.
Christina was wearing low-slung cut-off jeans and a pink bippy top that showed off her waspish figure. She was thin but supple and she loved exposing as much of her shapely body as possible and her long blonde hair was teased wildly all over the place.
“Hey Trace, what’s up, Connie almost tackled me when she saw me, not that I’m complaining,” said Christina as she slipped into a chair, by habit sitting in a way Tracy saw she was wearing her shear red panties. “If you want sex with me right now just give me a chance to hang up my clothes and then we can get it on.”
Seeing Christina’s sexy body so near was turning Tracy on but she had business to get to with the teenage slut first.
“We’ll have sex in a little bit,” said Tracy, who was in her normal bra top and thong bottom. “But first I want to ask you a question. I know we’ve had sex, a lot, but do you consider me a lesbian?”
“I’ve never really thought about it, although several times when you’ve orgasmed you did shout ‘I love having sex with women so much!’,” said Christina. “I’ve had sex with a ton of girls but everyone considers me a boy-crazy tramp because I slept with several tons of guys when I first started getting famous, before I moved on to sleeping with women too. I have to thank you for exposing me to that.”
“Exactly!!” shouted Tracy. “I slept with a lot of guys too but I was a nobody then. When I got this job and began getting notoriety I was just sleeping with women and people think of me as a complete lesbian slut.”
“So what?, I don’t get it, everyone at the Spa likes you being a complete lesbian slut, my pussy certainly appreciates it” said Christina, who frankly wasn’t the brightest bulb in the world, not that anyone cared with her hot body.
“Well, someday I may want to get married and have kids, not right now because I am having too much fun having lots of sex, but some day,” said Tracy. “and how am I going to get a guy when everyone thinks I’m a lesbian, not that there is anything wrong with it.
“And now I’m getting even more well-known and it could effect my business. The last thing Jane Clayson did for The Morning Show before she got the boot was a piece on me at my house (and then I had a piece of her when the crew left thought Tracy)
“I don’t want to be known around the country as: Tracy Thresher – Lesbian Fitness Instructor – have Strap-On, will travel.”
“Actually, that’s kind of funny,” giggled Christina. “But you know I consider you a friend, a good friend if I do say so Tracy. What can I do to help.”
“Well, since I broke up with Christina Ricci, I haven’t been as plugged into the Hollywood scene as I was,” said Tracy, who absentmindedly took off her bra so Christina could take a look at her magnificent breasts and be more willing to help. “I get invited to all the girl-party orgies still but I need to get back to the major Hollywood premieres where hunky actors are.
“I figure if I have sex with a lot of actors it will hit the gossip columns and my reputation as a girl who sleeps around with men will be solidified, and then I can have sex with as many women as I want.
“So I want to accompany you to all the big Hollywood parties and since I figure you’ve had sex with almost every actor around, you can help hook me up.”
“Shit Tracy, if I bring you to these big premieres as my guest all the time then they will think I’M a lesbian and I’ve got a new album coming out and can’t afford any bad publicity,” said Christina. “And frankly, I like to operate alone. No disrespect but you’re asking a lot.”
Tracy then got up from her desk and walked toward Christina. She pulled down her thong and reveled her completely shaven honey pot to Christina. She bent down and gave Christina a deep French Kiss and put her hands down her top and began fondling her breasts, making sure to pinch her newly pierced nipples.
Christina gave a soft moan and began taking off her top……
A half-hour later, the pair were in Tracy’s waterbed and doing a “69”. Christina had already had two orgasms and Tracy’s expert tonguing was bringing her close to a third.
“I assume you are going to help me,” said Tracy as she briefly stopped bobbing her head into Christina’s slit.
“Yes, yes, just keep licking,!!,” shouted Christina who was so close to cumming she would have agreed to anything at this point.
Tracy went back down and after a few more licks Christina screamed and her personal genie poured out of its bottle like a gusher.
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The premiere of the latest Tom Hanks movie brought anyone who was anybody out in Hollywood.
The press was very intrigued that beautiful pop star Christina Aguilera had brought her female fitness instructor as her guest.
But one look at Tracy, in a very revealing white top that ended barely under her breasts and a slit wide-open micro-miniskirt made them care little who brought her, as photographers fought for a good position to shoot her.
As they waited to be seated Tracy was pleased. There was Ben Affleck and Matt Damon over to the left and Antonio Banderas and Brad Pitt to the right, plenty of guys to have sex with she thought.
Tracy’s thoughts were interrupted however when a pretty young blonde quickly came up to her and Christina.
“Tracy, oh my God!, it’s so great to see you here,” said Reese Witherspoon, currently the hottest actress in Hollywood as men everywhere swooned for her wholesome good looks. “I haven’t been able to come to the Spa in a while because of the baby and all the movies I’m doing. I’m so sorry, I’ve really missed you. I mean REALLY, REALLY missed you.”
Tracy liked Reese, despite her fame she was a nice person but not what she was looking for tonight.
“Well, Reese it’s great to see you too, it’s great to see how your career has really shot up,” said Tracy. “I remember when you first joined the Spa you had to do it on the installment plan you had so little money.”
“Right, and I had to have sex with you once a week,” said Reese with a lascivious smile.
“I believe that was YOUR condition to join,” said Tracy who well remembered what an animal young Reese had been in bed back than.
“Excuse me, Christina isn’t it, but I have to talk to Tracy in private,” said Reese as she grabbed Tracy and led her to an empty room near the side of the lobby.
Once inside, Reese locked the door and quickly took off her gown and showed Tracy her shapely body, still in excellent shape despite having a baby, as anyone who saw “Sweet Home Alabama” could attest to.
“All I’ve been doing is having sex with my husband,” said Reese. “Ryan’s a hunk and all but I need sex with a woman so badly. I think about you all the time. I need to have sex with you Tracy. Really bad.”
Reese came up to Tracy and quickly took off her clothes. Since Tracy never wore a bra or panties it was quick work. Since she didn’t have much time, Reese went straight to Tracy’s pussy and began lapping at her clit while she grabbed her large breasts and began working them as well.
Tracy had come to have sex with men but she figured since it was early she had time to have sex with Reese now. And who the heck is going to turn down a naked Reese Witherspoon anyhow, she figured.
Tracy joined her on the floor and began rubbing Reese’s supple body all over. Tracy gave a yelp as Reese’s tongue had done its job and she had an orgasm. Reese pushed Tracy to the floor as he hungrily lapped up the cum.
Tracy knew it was then her turn as he threw her pussy in Reese’s face and laid across her body as she began rubbing her clit with her fingers while her tongue went to work on Reese’s blonde covered snatch.
Tracy’s tongue was like a fine instrument and she was the maestro as Reese moaned louder and louder with every soft, succulent stroke of the tongue. Reese finally blasted out a massive orgasm as her body shook from the force.
“Thanks…Tracy…I’d almost forgotten how great sex with you was,” said a panting Reese. “I have to go now. Family Circle is doing a photo spread with me, Ryan and the baby as Couple of the Year.”
By the time she cleaned up and got her clothes back on, Tracy rushed to her seat next to Christina just in time to see the opening credits.
“Have fun,” said Christina sarcastically.
“Nah, you think having sex with Reese Witherspoon would be fun?, not at all,” said Tracy trying to make Christina feel better.
Midway through the movie, an usher came up to Tracy and gave her a message. It read:
“Tracy Thresher is to report to the vice president’s office immediately”
“What’s this about?” asked Christina.
“Darned if I know, I don’t even know who the vice president of this theatre is,” said Tracy as she got up to leave.
Tracy walked into the office hoping this wasn’t about having sex with Reese in the theatre.
The chair of the vice president was turned around to the back so Tracy couldn’t see who was in it.
“Are you Tracy Thresher of the Woman’s Celebrity Health Spa,” said a Spanish-accented female voice from the chair.
“Yes ma’am,” said Tracy, a bit scared at this point.
“I understand you sleep with a lot of women,” said the hidden voice.
“Well… in some people’s opinion but I’m a decent person, honest,” said Tracy.
“Is it not true you have had sex with actress Salma Hayek?” asked the voice.
“Salma Hayek?, well yes but it’s been a while, she’s been busy with a lot of movies,” said Tracy.
“Well, then, you will just have to make up for lost time, and have sex with Salma Hayek right now,” said the voice, which quickly turned around and Tracy could see it was really Salma Hayek, totally nude.
“Salma!!, you scared me to friggin death with this vice president wants to see you deal,” said Tracy.
“When I saw you here I paid the guy $1,000 to let me have this room for an hour and to send you a message,” said Salma as she got up. “Sorry to scare you. Is there ANY way I can make it up to you.”
Tracy knew she had a choice. She could go back to watching the movie or she could have sex with Salma Hayek. Not a hard choice.
“Makeup sex is always the best,” said Tracy as she took Salma down to the floor and began rolling around fondling and kissing her.
Tracy knew Salma loved anal so she shot two fingers up her very loose buttcrack and with the other hand began rubbing her clit. Salma cooed her approval as she fondled Tracy’s large breasts and soon had a finger working inside Tracy’s slit.
The pair of brunette beauties moaned as they continued their lovemaking until Salma finally gave a shout as she had an orgasm. That turned Tracy on enough where she also came and soon the vice president’s carpet had a stain he would have to explain about a lot in the morning.
Salma and Tracy softly kissed as the orgasm had ripple effects on both for a while.
“I missed having sex with you so much Tracy,” said Salma. “I would have paid any amount to have a place to have sex with you.”
“Thanks Salma but we better get back to the movie before we’re missed,” said Tracy who remembered she still hadn’t had sex with a guy yet.
When Tracy returned to her seat, Christina Aguilera was going to ask what happened in the office but she saw Tracy’s clothes were a little disheveled and she was a bit sweaty. When Salma Hayek came down the aisle right behind her and took a seat a few rows down, Christina saw she also looked a bit out of sorts and glistened with beads of sweat.
“You had sex with Salma Hayek didn’t you?” shot out Christina. “and I do not believe she was a man last time I looked.”
“Just for a little bit,” said Tracy sheepishly. “But let’s get to that post-show party. I still need to have sex with a man.”
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The party was at a fancy Hollywood disco and Tracy could see a lot of hunks she could have sex with. Christina was in the corner talking to the punkish rock singer Pink. Both had been part of the Lady Marmalade video a while ago so they knew each other quite well.
Pink had a spectacular body that she loved to show off in scantily clad outfits and was well-known to be up for anything. Tracy was glad that sex-crazed Christina would finally get some as Pink was pretty much the surest lay you can get in show business.
She went up to the pair to let Christina know she would find her own ride home, of course she planned the ride to be to some guy’s home for sex, so Christina could set things up for a redevous with Pink.
Pink’s dark-shadowed eyes lit up when she saw Tracy stroll towards them.
“Tracy!, just the person I wanted to see,” said Pink as she ran up and gave Tracy a big hug and with each wearing so little clothing their pussies wear almost touching each other and both women got turned on quickly. “I saw you walk into the premiere with Christina but she emphasized to me that you are not a couple and just came as friends.”
“That’s true Pink,” said Tracy. “Both of us are open for anyone interested.”
“Great!,” said Pink who then grabbed Tracy’s arm and led her away. “Excuse me Christina but I got to talk to Trace here. It’s important.”
Tracy would have broken away to hunt for guys to have sex with but Pink was a special case.
Pink had a rough childhood, her mother threw her out of the house when she was 15 and then she had dropped out of high school.
Despite her rough exterior with the tattoos and bad girl attitude, Tracy saw Pink was deep down a good hearted but very insecure girl and Tracy had spent a lot of time trying to help Pink get through her problems, as well as have sex with her.
Tracy figured the more sex she had with Pink, the more she would help her confidence, and the sexually-ravenous singer wanted a lot of help.
Pink took Tracy to the bar and gave the bartender a wink and said: “You know what I want, and keep it coming”.
Tracy didn’t drink alcohol so Pink said she ordered her a Shirley Temple and Pink went on and on about her latest problems with family, record companies and her extreme skateboarding boyfriend.
Tracy tried to listen but after a while her mind got a bit cloudy.
She wanted to help Pink but she just couldn’t focus on what she was saying after a while. She just stood there and drank Shirley Temple after Shirley Temple but she just got more dizzy and sleepy. And boy was she horny!. Tracy couldn’t understand why she was so turned on since she had sex twice within the last couple of hours.
Tracy’s eyes were glazed over and her head lolled around as she could barely keep her head up. All she could think about was how badly she wanted to have sex and everything else was a total fog in her mind.
Pink looked at Tracy and after a while said” “I think you need to come with me”, and led her by the hand out of the place and into Pink’s waiting limousine. Tracy put up no resistance, her head was swimming and her clit was completely on fire. She needed to have sex soon or she was going to burst she thought.
As they settled into the back of the limo, Pink closed all the windows and began taking off her clothes.
“I’m sorry, I gave you a bunch of drinks laced with roofies but I had to have sex with you Tracy,” said Pink. “Don’t misunderstand me but I’m touring so much I don’t know when I’ll get to the Spa and you are just like a pill to me. I swallow your pussy and I feel all better, and Christina told me you were looking for a guy so I was desperate to make sure you would have sex with me.”
“Yeah, I wanted to have sex with a guy,” thought Tracy dreamily, why the heck did I want to do that? Sex with Pink is much better she thought and Tracy began undressing and the two young women began making out on the backseat of the limo.
Pink not surprisingly was into rough sex and Tracy began to give her a severe spanking.
Pink shouted “Ouch, I’m a bad girl, may I have another” as Tracy continued to swat at Pink’s round behind until it became the color pink with discoloration.
Tracy then began working her fingers into Pink’s snatch and pretty soon at Pink’s urging was fisting her pussy. ‘Oh, it hurts, it hurts so much,” screamed Pink in a pained but lust-filled voice. “Don’t’ be gentle Tracy be rough, be very rough. Violate my body totally.”
Tracy began fisting Pink in the rear as well as in the pussy and Pink was screaming her delight. Finally, Pink ripped off a massive orgasm, Tracy withdrew her hands just in time as Pink flopped around the backseat like a beached mackerel and pink pussy juice was flying all over the seats.
All of the excitement, plus the drugs, caused Tracy to have yet another orgasm and she joined Pink in the shouting as her pelvis thrust in the air and her back arched as she had her own mini-geyser of love juice.
Exhausted and frankly stoned, Tracy quickly went to sleep. Pink kissed her on her forehead and gathered the slumbering Tracy in her arms, giving her snuggling kisses every once in a while. Even deeply unconscious, Tracy gave a bit of a smile every time Pink kissed her or gave a quick rub of her clit.
“Take me home quickly driver,” said Pink into the intercom. “Me friend is coming out tonight whether she knows it or not.”
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Connie was a bit shocked when a limo drove up to the Spa entrance and dropped off Tracy the next day.
“I guess mission accomplished my heterosexual boss,” said Connie smiling.
“Shut up!,” said Tracy as she stumbled in.
Connie had never seen Tracy cry before but her eyes were tearing as she related the events of the night before.
“So you had sex with Reese Witherspoon, Salma Hayek and Pink and you call that a bad night,” said Connie. “I’m straight as an arrow and I’m even jealous Tracy.”
“Yeah but it means I’m a lesbian,” said Tracy. “I go out specifically to have sex with a man and I still ended up having sex with women, even if it is three really good looking women. You might as well call The Advocate and tell them I’m ready to come clean.”
Connie left Tracy’s office since obviously no work was going to get done while Tracy sulked. Connie finally came back a couple of hours later carrying a big bouquet of pink flowers.
“Tracy, I think before I tell the world you are a lesbian you better see this,” said Connie.
Tracy read the card attached to the flowers:
“Sorry for treating you just like a pill but for me and my “friends” it was worth it, and I think if you look at the tape my intentions will not be misunderstood. Signed, Your Perpetual Sex Slave Pink & New Friends.”
A videotape was in the middle of the bouquet and Tracy quickly popped it into her videoplayer.
Connie, the ultimate soccer mom, walked out of Tracy’s office after 10 minutes. The level of carnal lust and raw depraved sex was too much for her.
Pink and Tracy were having an orgy with 7 well-muscled obviously very horny young men.
At one point, Tracy had a dick in her mouth, a prick in her pussy and another dick stuck up her butt. Tracy basically moaned her approval and bucked her hips for orgasm after orgasm for three hours straight on tape while wave after wave of men ravished her body.
When the tape was over Tracy beckoned Connie into her office again, this time Tracy was all smiles.
“Wow, did you see that! I was a freaking sex machine with those guys,” said Tracy. “I was too doped up to remember, I guess, but the evidence is all there in beautiful color. I’m just a boy-toy now, a plaything for men, so cancel that interview with The Advocate. Let them interview Melissa Etheridge or something.”
“You got it Trace,” said Connie. “I’ll have to set you up with my brother now that I know you definitely like guys.”
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Later that day, Christina Aguilera came into the Spa. She was wearing dark glasses and walking a bit wearily.
“No workout today, just sex, I’m too tired to do both,” said Christina as she went to Connie’s desk..
“Don’t worry, I have Candy, Jen and Bobbie line up as your “private instructors” today,” said Connie.
“Wow, all three at one time, how did I earn the honor of having sex with the three best-looking instructors at the Spa?” said Christina.
“You know why, having that videotape edited where it looked like it was Tracy having sex with all those men, when it was really you at Pink’s house screwing all those guys while Tracy laid passed out in the other room,” said Connie. “You made Tracy so happy, and a happy Tracy is a Tracy who likes to have sex with her assistant a lot.”
“Well, me and Pink both owe her a lot and we were glad to do it,” said Christina. “Now, maybe she will do me a favor. I have to shoot a video soon for my new song “Dirrty” and I want Tracy to be my technical advisor.
“Something tells me if she is involved it might be rather sexy.”
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