Celebrities are high-class prostitutes

"Here's the check, Carl." Department head Randall Sandy handed the check to Calvin Deacon, patting him on the shoulder with a smile. "You've been doing a great job." "Thanks." Calvin, dressed, took the check and casually slipped it into his jacket pocket.

"Don't you even look at the numbers?" Randall asked. "

Would you cheat us?" Calvin shrugged. "Even if you did, it wouldn't matter. Having such a strong body makes it all worthwhile." He even raised his arm in a strongman pose. Despite his white hair and appearance of being in his fifties or sixties, his body was remarkably strong. His muscles weren't as defined as a bodybuilder's, but they certainly didn't look like those of an old man.

"Very good, very good, Carl." Randall patted him on the shoulder again. "So, will you still participate in the next experiment?" "Of course," Calvin answered without hesitation. "Why should I lose such a low-maintenance, unobtrusive, and well-paid part-time job?" "Although Stevenson Pharmaceuticals is a small, relatively unknown pharmaceutical company, it treats volunteers very well. Every staff member is friendly, unlike the arrogant 'prodigies' in Cambridge who are often overindulging in alcohol and drugs.

The work is simple: testing new drugs, participating in various exercises, and having data recorded. Calvin, who had been a teaching assistant at Harvard for decades with no hope of advancement, fell in love with the place as soon as he arrived. He started volunteering in May 2005, and by May 2006, it had been almost a full year.

His current strong physique is a result of the training he received as a volunteer; when he first arrived, he was all flabby and had a bit of a belly. Of course, the drugs also played a part; the drugs he tried definitely gave him a feeling of youth and vitality.

Calvin didn't know exactly what they produced—probably health supplements or something—and he didn't care. At his age, these things were irrelevant. He was already very content to earn a much higher salary than a Harvard teaching assistant and to develop such a good physique.

" "Very good, Calvin," Randall laughed heartily, patting him on the shoulder again. "Go back, there's a surprise waiting for you." He winked mysteriously: "A very big surprise, consider it a reward from the organization." "A reward?" Calvin was a little confused, but didn't ask further. A reward is a reward, probably something like money.

He wasn't short of money now, and the pharmaceutical company was very generous. Even if there might be side effects, he didn't care. So after reaching the parking lot, he drove away directly, ignoring Randall's mention of the organization instead of the company.

Calvin returned to Cambridge first. Although it was late, he had already had dinner at the pharmaceutical company, so taking a stroll around Harvard wouldn't hurt. Drug testing was just a part-time job; being a Harvard teaching assistant was his main job, and he'd been doing it for decades. He couldn't be with those alcoholic and drug-addicted "prodigies." In contrast,

he disliked the students at Harvard University. They chatted, ate, and played on their phones in class, showing no respect whatsoever. He tirelessly corrected them, only to be met with glares and mockery.

From the late 1970s to the present, there have been few exceptions, and despite having a promising future, he had been stuck as a teaching assistant due to the slander of a university board member's son.

After circling the southeast corner of campus twice and checking out the auditorium and library, Calvin prepared to head back.

A few students greeted him along the way, but judging from their mocking expressions, they were undoubtedly secretly laughing at him: "Old Squib."

This nickname comes from the Harry Potter series. Hogwarts has a janitor named Filch, a Squib who can't use magic. So the students all look down on him and try to trick him. The meaning behind giving Calvin that nickname is obvious. "

You'll all pay for this someday!" Calvin thought bitterly as he drove back.

When he was almost at his detached house near Cambridge, Calvin suddenly noticed the lights were on, which surprised him. He didn't have much family; who would come to his house? It didn't seem like a robbery; there was no need to turn on the lights, and the alarm wasn't on.

So, after arriving home, although he parked his car on the street, he opened the door and went straight in without hesitation.

"You're back?" Before Calvin could even speak after entering the living room, a voice rang out.

"Who are you?" Calvin looked at the woman who stood up from the sofa with suspicion, then his heart began to pound.

She was about 20 to 25 years old, with delicate features, a mole on her cheek, chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, and wearing a beige trench coat—beautiful and elegant.

"I've been waiting for you," she said with a smile, "so I turned on the TV. You don't mind, do you?" Her smile was incredibly alluring, her eyes large and captivating, almost magical, making one want to swallow hard.

"Miss Natalie Portman?" Calvin asked tentatively.

"Surprised?" Her smile became even more captivating. "I remember we've met a few times. Last year when I gave a speech at Harvard, you guided me to the Great Hall, didn't you?" "Yes…." Calvin involuntarily took a deep breath, becoming somewhat excited or restless. "But… how did you get here? In my house?"

Natalie Portman, one of Hollywood's most famous actresses, started as a child star and rose to prominence at the age of 12 with her role in "Léon: The Professional," receiving critical acclaim. In 1999, she

gained worldwide fame for her portrayal of Queen Amidala in "Star Wars: Episode I – The Phantom Menace."

She is also a bright and academically gifted young woman, admitted to Harvard in 1999, and has published papers, earning her a reputation as a talented woman in Hollywood and making her a role model for the new generation.

Calvin had no family or career; his greatest hobby was watching television and movies, and he inevitably fantasized about female celebrities, with Natalie being his most frequent subject of fantasy.

She was beautiful and elegant, and more importantly, while she was studying at Harvard, Calvin had several close encounters with her, but…

"Because for the next few days, I will be your attendant." Natalie stepped forward, standing in front of him. "I will fulfill all your requests, Mr. Calvin Deacon. May I call you Cal?

Attendant? All requests? Wait, what are you talking about?" Calvin was confused.

Natalie didn't speak again, but instead unbuckled the belt and buttons of her trench coat in front of him, then pulled down the collar. Calvin immediately gasped again, because she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her naked body was covered only by the trench coat, and with the collar pulled down, her small breasts, flat stomach, fairly long legs, and the sparse hair between her legs were completely exposed to him.

"This is...this is..." Startled, Calvin took a step back, stammering.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Natalie's tone was seductive. She licked her lips, very alluringly, "You wanted me to appear in front of you with nothing underneath, just wearing a trench coat, then take it off, kneel down, and give you oral sex while masturbating!" "This...that is...wait...how could this be..." Calvin's thoughts were in turmoil.

Natalie didn't stop. She threw the trench coat she had taken off behind her, then knelt down in front of him. While reaching out to pinch his crotch, she put her other hand between her legs.

"Oh!" Feeling that hand begin to squeeze his penis, even through his trousers, Calvin couldn't help but let out a couple of moans. The other woman's technique was skillful; he was aroused in just a few strokes.

"Ha..." Natalie also cried out, looking up at Calvin with slightly narrowed eyes, her face filled with a dazed and yearning expression. Her hand, resting between her legs, began to move rhythmically. A

surge of lust rose in his lower abdomen. For some reason, after trying those drugs from Stevenson Pharmaceuticals, Calvin, though stronger, also had an exceptionally high libido and was difficult to ejaculate.

He had once hired three prostitutes, and after several nights of intercourse and multiple ejaculations, he still couldn't completely extinguish his lust, leaving the three women begging for mercy.

Now, teased by this woman who looked like Natalie Portman, with her particularly stimulating techniques, his already aroused crotch immediately bulged.

Yes, the woman looked like Natalie Portman. Calvin couldn't believe it—a Hollywood star with a bright future, adored by countless fans, would strip naked and come to his house to be his escort.

"Wait, who are you? And what the hell is going on?!" Just as the woman in front of him was about to pull down his pants and reach inside, Calvin suddenly took a few steps back, gritting his teeth and asking with some resentment.

He really wanted to shove his penis into her mouth; her face was so similar to Natalie Portman's, it stirred his desire. He had fantasized more than once about fucking that starlet until she was in ecstasy.

"Okay, I think you might need to see this." The naked woman kneeling on the floor wasn't angry. She smiled slightly, stood up, walked to the sofa, and took a CD from her handbag.

"This is…" Calvin hesitated for a moment, then frowned as he took the CD.

“You’ll understand when you see it.” The woman maintained her smile, standing there naked, like an object to be casually viewed.

“Alright, let’s take a look.” Calvin glanced longingly at the youthful, radiant body, then went to the on television and inserted the disc into the DVD player.

He sat down on the sofa, gesturing for the standing woman to sit as well: “Let me see what this is.” The naked woman, who looked remarkably like Natalie, obediently sat down beside him and helped him press the remote.

A pleasant, upbeat melody began, and after an opening reminiscent of a talk show, Randall’s face appeared on the screen.

“Hello to my volunteers watching this. I know you might be wondering, confused, or baffled by the surprise at home, but don’t worry, you’ll understand after watching this video,”

Randall said with a beaming smile.

His image faded, the screen went black, and a female voice rang out: “Are you the organization’s best employee?” "Calvin finally noticed the name 'Organization,' but he was more interested in the woman's voice. Sure enough, Nicole Kidman's beautiful face appeared on the screen.

This Australian actress from Hollywood, Tom Cruise's ex-wife, and the 75th Academy Award winner for Best Actress, had long, wavy blonde hair, wore a semi-transparent, lace-trimmed, and lace-trimmed bright red evening gown, and had a cold expression, as if she looked down on everything. It gave one the urge to conquer her, to pin her to the ground, and to fuck her hard, ignoring her cries.

" "If you are the organization's best employee, you will receive a long vacation," she said, waving her hand, and a scene cut to the screen. "Three days and two nights of indulgence on a luxury cruise ship, with everything you could want." As she spoke, the scene shifted continuously, first showing the exterior of a huge cruise ship that could dock helicopters, then the interior facilities of the ship: rooms, restaurants, bars, casinos, and some strange rooms whose purpose was unclear.

"Are you the organization's best employee?" Another female voice rang out, this time appearing on the screen as the renowned South African beauty, Charlize Theron.

This beautiful woman from South Africa possessed exquisitely refined features, exuding a cool and aloof beauty similar to Nicole Kidman, though she was even more glamorous. While not as famous as Nicole, her fame was certainly considerable, and she too was a winner of the 76th Academy Award

for Best Actress. Charlize on the screen gave a provocative smile: "If you are the organization's best employee, you will receive a wonderful vacation—a three-day, two-night luxury cruise after arriving at Dream Island. You can relax to your heart's content." As she spoke, the images shifted, showcasing various landscapes of the island: beaches, forests, tropical-style hotels and bars, and even a horse ranch, though some facilities seemed to have unclear purposes.

"Are you the organization's best employee?" The voice changed again, this time crisp and youthful.

Calvin jolted, recognizing the voice immediately, and instinctively looked to his side. A naked woman sitting beside him chuckled softly, then leaned into his arms, one hand resting on his crotch.

Next, Natalie Portman appeared on the screen, sporting the signature Jewish curly hair, wearing a spaghetti-strap pencil skirt, and a captivating smile.

"If you're the best employee, you'll be provided with a luxury jet and RV for transportation. You can come to the party with peace of mind." As she spoke, the screen, as before, began to display the interiors of the luxury jet and RV.

This time, Calvin noticed something. The interiors of the plane and RV seemed to be filled with sex toys: vibrators, dildos, eye rings, and various uniforms.

What was going on? He was increasingly confused, and then a fourth woman's voice rang out again: "Are you the best employee?" "The voice was younger, a little sweet, and had a distinctly British accent.

Then, Emma Watson, the British actress who became a global sensation for playing Hermione in the Harry Potter series, appeared on screen, wearing a white sleeveless blouse with floral ribbons and black fitted trousers, radiating youthful energy, her small face beaming with a sweet smile.

" "If you're the best employee, you can enjoy your way from the departure point all the way to Los Angeles, and then embark on a wild ride to Neverland!" The introduction was brief, showing only a map of the United States, several arrows pointing to Los Angeles, and a dotted line representing the cruise ship's route, all the way to the coast of Los Angeles.

Of course, more importantly, you can enjoy our dedicated service. The scene shifts, and Nicole Kidman, Charlize Theodore, Natalie Portman, and Emma appear together on screen, speaking in unison.

Calvin suddenly realizes that these four women seem to represent actresses and stars born in Hollywood during the 1960s, 70s, 80s, and 90s!

What's going on? He's increasingly confused, but the next scene makes him gasp. As the four women speak, the camera zooms out, revealing a stage with even more women, all of them household names.

There's Julia Roberts, known as America's sweetheart and currently the highest-paid actress; Halle Berry, hailed as the "Black Pearl"; Reese Witherspoon, the blonde bombshell; and Gwyneth Paltrow, the goddaughter of director Steven Spielberg—all of whom are also Oscar winners for Best Actress.

Besides these, Kirsten Dunst, who played Mary Jane in *Spider-Man*, Scarlett Johansson, who rose to fame with *Lost in Translation* and *Match Point*, Liv Tyler and Cate Blanchett, known for *The Lord of the Rings* series, Keira Knightley and Jessica Alba, whose popularity soared with *Pirates of the Caribbean* and *Fantastic Four*, and Naomi Watts, Nicole Kidman's best friend and fellow Australian blonde, who rose to fame through erotic films, were also on stage. There

were simply too many; the women there were basically all very famous film actresses, all superstars in the public eye.

"We will provide you with the highest quality and most unexpected service," these women said in unison, with expressions ranging from smiles to pride, dressed in sexy long dresses, short skirts, and evening gowns, all undeniably alluring and sexy.

The scene shifted again, and Nicole Kidman's cold, alluring face once more dominated the frame. She reached down and pulled the strap of her evening gown, causing it to sag and reveal her naked body underneath.

"You can play with our bodies however you want," Nicole breathed softly, her cold beauty tinged with wantonness. Her fingers slowly slid down from her rosy lips, down her moist lips, smooth face, firm breasts, flat stomach, until they reached the barely visible crevice between her legs. The camera followed closely, giving close-ups of every part.

Gazing at that tempting body, Calvin involuntarily swallowed, his previously limp member suddenly stirring again. Meanwhile, the promotional video on the television continued, its content growing increasingly explicit from this moment on.

"You can play with our cunts." With these words, the scene shifted. A naked Nicole Kidman spread her legs, one dangling over an unseen object. A faceless man embraced her waist from behind, slowly thrusting his penis into her vagina.

Although the scene lasted only a few seconds, Calvin's crotch was already bulging. He had never imagined that a popular star, an international superstar, would expose her body on television and be fucked.

Even though subconsciously he thought it impossible, the immense stimulation still made his heart race. So when a hand reached over and grabbed his crotch, beginning to rub it again, he didn't stop it.

"You can play with our assholes." Charlize's voice followed, her vulgarities flowing smoothly. The scene changed again; Charlize Theron, also naked, lay on a long table. A faceless man grabbed her buttocks from behind, slowly inserting his penis into her anus until it was full.

"You can play with our mouths." The voice changed to Natalie's, and the screen switched to a close-up of her. Her hand was gripping an erect penis, and she opened her mouth to suck on it, her eyes fixed on the camera, her gaze filled with desire.

Calvin made a clear sound in his throat. Although these images only lasted a few seconds, the resolution was clear enough that Charlize and Natalie's appearances were very clear, as if they were truly in these lewd and depraved propaganda films.

Especially those few seconds with Natalie, when she was sucking a man's penis on the television, Calvin himself became fully erect, making a large bulge in his crotch, which was quite uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the hand that had been rubbing unzipped his pants and pulled out the bulge, which was many times larger than normal, not at all like that of a man nearing 60. The thick, veiny thing stood proudly in the air.

The woman beside him let out a soft gasp, as if surprised by his size, then grabbed his penis, roughly fastened the condom, fiddled with it a few times, and bent down to take it in her mouth.

The wet sensation immediately enveloped his penis, the stimulation causing Calvin to groan, but his eyes remained fixed on the screen.

"You can play with our breasts." Emma Watson's voice rang out as before, the screen showing her naked upper body, the glans of his penis pressed against her neck, while the young British actress cupped her small breasts between them and began rubbing them up and down.

Not only that, she would occasionally lean down and kiss the glans, her face filled with an intoxicated smile, as if she were extremely happy.

Calvin breathed heavily, pressed the woman's head down, and began to move his lower body. The woman whimpered twice, seemingly struggling, but still sucked and licked diligently.

"You can shoot anywhere on us—our pussy, our asshole, our face, our breasts, our buttocks, even give us a shower of semen..." The promotional video continued, this time with unfamiliar female voices, several of them speaking at once, while the images on the television screen kept changing.

First appeared was American sweetheart Julia Roberts, practically naked, sitting on a man with a lewd grin on her face, her legs wide open facing the camera. The penis inserted into her pussy twitched twice before being pulled out, carrying a white, viscous liquid. A few seconds later, a stream of white liquid slowly flowed from her pussy. Next appeared was Gwyneth Paltrow, supposedly the most unpopular actress in Oscar history. She knelt on a sofa, her buttocks raised high, a penis being pulled out of her dilated anus, the semen remaining inside slowly dripping out. Gwyneth turned her head, her sweaty face also displaying a lewd expression.

Next up was the beautiful Latina Jessica Alba. A close-up of her head showed a thick penis perched above her delicate face. After a silent twitch, the purplish-red glans ejaculated a thick stream of semen, landing squarely on the stunning actress's face.

Jessica, eyes closed, wore an expression of pleasure. As the semen continued to spray, her smile deepened, as if she were thoroughly enjoying herself. When the penis finished ejaculating, most of her face was covered in semen, leaving her barely able to open her eyes, a particularly lewd sight.

Following her was Halle Berry, kneeling on the ground, wearing the tight-fitting suit from *X-Men*, but the zipper was undone, revealing her breasts—reportedly costing the producers an extra $1 million to show in *Swordfish*—exposed, and as firm as ever.

An erect penis remained atop those breasts, twitching a few times before ejaculating, spraying semen from the glans onto the breasts in spurts, quickly covering them completely, with a few drops even clinging to the nipples. Halle Berry maintained a smile throughout, displaying an expression of enjoyment with each spurt of semen onto her breasts.

Next up was Jennifer Lopez, the actress who sings, dances, acts, and produces—a jack-of-all-trades, who three years ago won the Golden Raspberry Award for Worst Actress for her role in the flops "The Kidnappers." While not as famous as some of the others, she possessed a pair of outstanding buttocks.

Round, perky, and elastic, her buttocks were hailed as perfect, even insured.

So, in the scene, Lopez was leaning against the wall, wearing a tank top and tight pants pulled down below her buttocks, clearly highlighting her curves, while her bulging vulva was faintly visible through the crevice.

A similarly erect penis was pressed against her buttocks, and with each spasm, it sprayed out large amounts of semen, splattering it all over her sexy, alluring buttocks. Lopez turned her head, watching the ejaculating penis with pleasure, licking her lips repeatedly.

The final scene showed the actresses who had appeared earlier—Julia, Gwyneth Paltrow, Jessica Chastain, Halle Blake Lively, and Lopez—wearing lingerie, evening gowns, simple casual clothes, or movie costumes, kneeling in a circle back to back.

At least a dozen penises were being masturbated around them, and then, with a series of "plop plop" sounds, they all ejaculated, thick streams of semen splattering onto their faces, bodies, and clothes, like being bathed in a rain of semen. Coupled with their infatuated smiles and the way they opened their mouths and stuck out their tongues, they resembled the most depraved prostitutes.

Calvin felt his penis swell even more, even though each frame of the scene only lasted ten seconds or so, it was enough for him to see clearly.

He wasn't unfamiliar with fantasizing about Hollywood actresses, but fantasizing in his mind and seeing them on television were two different things. Even though he couldn't be sure if they were real Hollywood actresses—perhaps they were plastic surgery prostitutes, it was hard to believe that actresses would film such vulgar promotional videos—seeing those strikingly similar faces and the exceptionally lewd scenes still ignited a burning fire within him.

The woman who looked remarkably like Natalie Portman, lying on her side licking his crotch, sensed his desire and immediately began sucking even faster.

"You can also invite friends you meet at the party to play with us, two kings and one queen, two men and two women, group sex—whatever you want, it can happen." The promotional video continued, and with this announcement, Scarlett Johansson, a blonde bombshell with large breasts, appeared first. She wore a white tank top that clearly showed her breasts and a thong, straddling a man with her buttocks angled towards the camera. Her thong was pulled open, revealing the man's penis deeply inserted into her vagina.

Another man stood behind her, his erect penis being inserted into her anus. After entering, the two penises thrust in and out several times, while Scarlett licked her lips and happily swayed her body in response.

The scene then shifts again, showing Scarlett Johansson in the same clothes, and Jessica Biel in a mini-dress with her breasts swaying wildly as the bodice is pulled down. This actress, unlike the previous ones, is far less famous, most notably for her role in the 2003 remake of *The Texas Chainsaw Massacre*. Like Scarlett, she started as a child star, and is reportedly a good friend of Scarlett's.

The two women are shown crawling on a long table, their buttocks slapping against each other repeatedly, the two double-headed penises inserted into their vaginas and anuses clearly visible with each impact. Meanwhile, a man stands on each side of their heads, Scarlett and Jessica licking the penises in front of them as they slap each other's buttocks.

Then the scene shifts again, and besides Scarlett Johansson and Jessica Biel, Lindsay Lohan, a Disney star, is added—along with even more men.

Scarlett knelt before a man, sucking and licking his penis while simultaneously stroking another.

Jessica was sandwiched between two men, one leg draped over a man's shoulder, clearly displaying her vagina and anus, with two penises thrusting inside.

As for Lindsay Lohan, the idol star who rose to fame with "The Parent Trap" and became a sensation with "Bad Girls," she lay on the ground with her legs raised, one man penetrating her vagina from below, another performing deep throat from above, and yet another riding on top of her, grabbing her breasts, which were no less impressive than Scarlett's, and engaging in nipple play.

Although this last scene only lasted ten seconds, the sight of them having sex with several men, like three worms, was incredibly stimulating and enough to ignite any man's lust.

However, compared to what followed, it paled in comparison.

"You can also treat us like pets and toys." Following this line, the first to appear is Rachel McAdams, the blonde, blue-eyed Canadian actress with a very sweet smile, who received critical acclaim last year for *The Notebook*. She wears animal ears, a collar and chain around her neck, and is crawling on the ground being led around, seemingly in a passageway on a cruise ship.

Her beautiful face features her signature charming smile, with two sweet dimples, and she lifts her chin as she crawls, like a haughty female dog.

Then the scene shifts to Jennifer Connelly, the actress who rose to fame at 15 with her role as Deborah in *Once Upon a Time in America*, then spent over a decade in obscurity before finally winning an award for *A Beautiful Mind*.

She is also crawling on the ground wearing fake ears and a chain around her neck, being led around. The difference is that she is covered in black straps, like those in an adult toy store. Her breasts and vulva were bulging from the straps, and a dog tail was inserted into her anus, swaying up and down.

Her beautiful blue eyes held a mixture of confusion and excitement. As soon as the man loosened the chains, Jennifer began running around wildly on all fours, not caring if her elbows and knees got chafed. With each step, the bells around her neck jingled.

Next up was Cameron Diaz, the actress who rose to fame with "The Mask." She was once considered on par with Julia Roberts in romantic comedies, but was not favored by the Oscars. After Julia won Best Actress in the new millennium, she was gradually overtaken.

She was dressed differently again, also crawling on the ground with fake ears, but wearing a white polka-dot sweater that partially concealed her breasts, but there was nothing underneath. A cat tail, too, was inserted between her legs.

Cameron lay on the ground, licking milk from the plate in front of him, occasionally raising his head to meow. With his longing blue eyes, he looked just like a cat in heat.

The camera then shifts to Jennifer and Cameron, a dog and a cat, meeting while on a walk. They sniffed each other, then Jennifer scratched Cameron, barking loudly and angrily. Cameron joined in, meowing louder and louder, waving his paws as if trying to scratch Cameron.

However, their owners immediately grabbed the leashes around their necks and pulled them back, shouting things like, "Control your cat!" and "Control your dog!"

It looked somewhat comical, but the underlying meaning evoked a twisted sense of pleasure.

The next scene is the last one in this introduction. This time, Rachel and Jennifer are being led around. After the two bitches meet, Rachel sniffs Jennifer first, then sniffs all the way down to her anus. Finally, she suddenly stands up and climbs on top of Jennifer from behind, a dildo dangling between her legs, which she inserts into her vagina.

Then, Rachel McAdams, the bitch, is on top of Jennifer Connelly, thrusting incessantly, both of them with their tongues sticking out, making panting sounds, completely disregarding their human nature, no different from the animals mating in the street.

"You bitches...you bitches, you shameless, damn bitches!" Calvin, watching the television, licks his lips and curses incessantly, his face flushed with excitement.

His penis, teased by the nimble tongue and sucked by the wet mouth, grew ever thicker, its wet, grotesque appearance quite menacing each time the woman spat it out.

Calvin suddenly grabbed the woman's arm and slammed her to the ground. Caught off guard, the woman stumbled, but showed no displeasure or anger. She continued to crawl towards him with a seductive smile, kneeling upright and taking his erect penis deep into her mouth.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Calvin immediately cried out. The feeling of his glans pressing against his throat was incredibly pleasurable, especially seeing that face, so similar to Natalie's, rolling back in her eyes as she choked—the pleasure intensified.

"You can also customize our sex movies." The promotional video continued, and this clip was even more arousing.

The first thing that appeared on screen was a magnificent, entirely CG-generated emerald forest. An army was camped under the largest tree, and these roaming creatures were bizarre, savage beings, looking like orcs from *The Lord of the Rings*.

"Hurry up! As a reward, each of you can fuck them for five minutes!" shouted a leader-like orc, and the camera zoomed out to the center of the camp.

Here, three beautiful women were surrounded by a group of filthy orcs. One of them, wearing a silver crown, with golden curly hair and an antique white-trimmed long dress, was riding a savage orc. Her dress was torn open at the buttocks, and a penis was deeply inserted into her wet vagina, thrusting vigorously. Then another orc came over, spread her buttocks, and thrust his exposed penis into her anus, vigorously fucking her.

The first woman was Cate Blanchett.

The second woman, with dark hair, wore a deep blue strapless classic dress, also adorned with a silver headdress and a uniquely designed necklace. She too rode on top of an orc, her dress torn to shreds below the waist, revealing the orc's large penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. She was simultaneously grasping the penises of two orcs standing on either side of her, licking them repeatedly.

This woman was Liv Tyler.

The third woman, also blonde, wore a white classic dress, but with a dark brown vest over it, and no headdress. Like the previous two women, she rode on top of an orc, her dress torn in two, making it even easier to see the penises thrusting in and out of her vagina than Liv Tyler had done. Her body was arched backward as an orc thrust his penis into her mouth, performing deep throating; the rise and fall of her throat was clearly visible.

This woman is Miranda Otto.

Without a doubt, this is *The Lord of the Rings*, or rather, a erotic version of *The Lord of the Rings*!

In the original *Lord of the Rings* films, Cate Blanchett played Galadriel, the Elf Queen; Liv Tyler played Arwen, the Elf Princess; and Miranda Otto played éowyn, the princess of Rohan.

This scene, in terms of setting, makeup, and costumes, is indistinguishable from their appearances in *The Lord of the Rings*. How could it not be an erotic version?

Calvin stared wide-eyed at the images, his breathing growing heavier. The camera constantly switched between the three women: Cate, Liv, and Miranda; Galadriel, Arwen, and éowyn. The orcs took turns ravaging them, ejaculating on their bodies, and they responded with lewd laughter.

Although not very long, the exquisite visuals and excellent composition were indistinguishable from the original, as if the orcs had truly conquered Rohan and Lothlórien, turning the Elven Queen, Elven Princess, and the Princess of Rohan into sex slaves, serving as their army's cannon fodder. This was simply... incredibly exciting.

Calvin involuntarily pressed down on "Natalie's" head, thrusting his penis deep into her throat again and again, ignoring her painful moans; it seemed only this could bring him some pleasure.

He wasn't unfamiliar with such fantasies; some adult films also liked to follow the trend of big productions, making similar erotic films. However, while some were of good quality, they were still far inferior to the original. Calvin had seen many, and more than once fantasized in his mind about what it would have been like if the actresses from the original had starred in them.

He never expected to actually see it now. Even if he couldn't be sure that the actresses showing their bodies in it were really those actresses, it was enough to excite him.

What excited him even more was that the clips shown weren't limited to just this one; the scene on the screen began to change again.

This time, it was a young woman wearing a crown studded with diamonds, a white-gold dress adorned with ribbons, and long, lace-trimmed gloves. She hurried anxiously through a passageway resembling a palace. She had long, straight chestnut hair and bright, large eyes.

Calvin easily recognized her—it was Anne Hathaway, another young idol made famous by Disney, best known for her two "Princess Diaries" films. The meaning of the clip being shown was obvious.

At this moment, Anne Hathaway on the screen had entered a room where two men were already waiting.

"You're late, dear Princess Mia," one of the short, unattractive old men chuckled. "According to the rules, you should have arrived ten minutes earlier to see us." "I just...was a little delayed..." Anne Hathaway, or rather Princess Mia, adopted a pitiful expression, trembling as she lifted her skirt, then turned around with a fawning smile: "Look, I deliberately didn't wear underwear, could you...hurry up?" As the skirt of her dress was lifted, her long, slender legs clad in white stockings and her round, snowy buttocks were revealed to the camera. Then, she even reached out and spread her buttocks, exposing the labia that were occasionally oozing fluid, and her pink anus.

"Look at our Princess Mia, she's become a shameless slut." Another pot-bellied, ugly middle-aged man laughed, unzipped his pants, took out his already erect penis, walked behind Mia, and thrust it into her vagina.

“I’m not…” Mia, her hands gripping the edge of a long table beside her, said in a trembling, panting voice, a delicate blush rising on her cheeks.

“You are,” the short old man said, pulling her close, grabbing her hands, making her hug his waist, and then pinching her chin. “It would be so interesting if the whole nation knew that their pure and lovely Princess Mia was actually a vile slut who loved men’s big cocks and enjoyed being gang-raped in various ways.

We agreed, they…wouldn’t know, right?” Princess Mia gave a fawning smile, and then, with a soft slap, the middle-aged man’s penis shoved into her signature large mouth, no less impressive than Julia Roberts’s.

Two men then began thrusting into the beautiful girl, occasionally uttering phrases like "You filthy bitch" and "How's my cock?" Princess Mia initially rolled her eyes, clearly uncomfortable, but after being fucked several times, she became dazed and soon smiled.

Especially when the camera zoomed in, Mia's pained yet ecstatic smile while holding a penis was truly captivating.

If the previous erotic version of *The Lord of the Rings*, with only sex scenes, merely aroused the mind, then this erotic version of *The Princess Diaries*, with dialogue and plot, firmly held the viewer's attention and was particularly thrilling.

Seeing Anne Hathaway perform oral sex on the short old man, Calvin couldn't help but thrust even faster into Natalie's mouth.

The scene continued, changing again to an airport waiting hall under renovation, and surprisingly, Tom Hanks appeared first on screen.

Calvin, filled with anticipation and joy, almost ejaculated. His already hard penis, which was being licked so pleasurably, softened slightly. "Natalie," kneeling before him, thought she had done something wrong and buried her head even lower, licking the coronal sulcus even more vigorously.

This stimulated Calvin, and his softened penis immediately became erect again, allowing him to continue watching.

The image on the screen then stretched, showing Tom Hanks dressed as a laborer, setting up decorations in front of an opaque glass wall.

People occasionally came over to greet him, praising his work, and then a foreman-like figure would approach and place banknotes in his hand: "Here's yours, keep going." "Thank you, thank you so much!" Tom Hanks replied with a distinct Eastern European accent.

At this point, Calvin basically knew which movie this was a pornographic version of. Sure enough, after the foreman handed Hanks the money, he turned a corner, opened a door, and entered the room with the opaque glass wall.

On the other side of the glass wall, a beautiful, sexy woman with flaxen hair, wearing a dark blue flight attendant uniform, was bent over, her hands supporting her against the glass wall, her buttocks high in the air, her tight skirt pulled up to her waist, her flesh-colored stockings with a large hole, and her underwear, hidden in the gap, pushed aside.

A burly worker, gripping her waist, thrust his enormous penis in and out of her overflowing, wet vagina, the impact making a slapping sound against her buttocks.

The woman moaned incessantly, her hazy eyes fixed on Hanks, who was on the other side of the wall, ecstatic like a child, his gaze gleaming with a mixture of pain and excitement.

This woman was Catherine Zeta-Jones, a sexy actress from Wales,

famous for films like *The Mask of Zorro* and *Entrapment*. Not only was she beautiful, but she also had a stunning figure and was married to Michael Douglas.

The film in question was clearly last year's release, *The Terminal*, directed by Spielberg and co-starring Tom Hanks. She played Amelie, a flight attendant who developed an airport romance with Victor, played by Hanks, who was stranded at the airport.

Her appearance in the flight attendant uniform in the movie was stunning, and she had been the object of many men's fantasies. So when this scene appeared, especially when she was being violated by a rude worker while separated from the male lead by only a one-way glass wall, Calvin's penis immediately swelled back to its original size, filling "Natalie's" mouth again.

"Walton, it's my turn," the foreman called out.

"Almost done, boss, almost done," the worker said, thrusting several more times, then moaning as he ejaculated into Zeta-Jones's, or rather, flight attendant Amelie's, vagina.

"No..." Amelie gasped, "We agreed... not to ejaculate inside..." "I gave that guy a $20 raise." The foreman unceremoniously pulled out his erect penis, and after Walton moved aside, disregarding the semen still flowing from her stretched-open vagina, he thrust it in with a "plop."

“This wage…you should have…raised it…” Amelie groaned, her face shifting between joy, pain, guilt, and excitement, especially her guilty expression as she looked at Hanks, or rather Victor, still busy outside the one-way glass.

“Hey, miss, our agreement was that you satisfy our sexual desires, and I'd hire that guy to work,”

the foreman said smugly, slapping Amelie’s buttocks repeatedly.

“But…but…” Amelie tried to say something, but the foreman suddenly bent down and lifted her from behind, spreading her legs wide, her vulva, filled with his penis, displayed in front of the glass wall, a stark contrast to Hanks still working gleefully outside. “

Here’s what we’re doing: we’re having a party the day after tomorrow, about twenty people, including my workers and volunteers from several shops at the airport.” "You just happen to have a flight back, come over and let us have some fun. As long as we all do it once, even if it's just to get by, I'll raise that guy's wage to $200, and a few shops will give him plenty of discounts. He won't have any problems living here." The foreman chuckled in her ear as he thrust his penis into her vagina.

"I...I..." Amelie's expression became blank.

"Hurry up and decide, you only have this one chance." The foreman continued, his penis thrusting in and out of her vagina twice more.

"Okay, okay," Amelie cried out, clearly satisfied, "Twenty men, do it all once, and you'll give him a raise!" "Very good, very good!" The foreman laughed, then looked at Victor standing outside, "He's so lucky to have a dream girl like you, willing to sell your body for him, even being fucked in front of him." "Oh, guess what his expression would be if this glass wall suddenly disappeared and he saw you being played with so lewdly by me?" Just then, Victor moved closer to the glass wall, using it to comb his hair. The foreman immediately pulled Amelie close, bringing their intertwined bodies to Victor's face, and deliberately thrust hard twice.

"Please... hurry... cum... wherever you want..." Amelie pleaded, twisting her body, her face full of shame yet also overflowing with desire, her contorted appearance incredibly lewd.

"That's amazing, that's absolutely amazing!" "Calvin couldn't help but shout out loud. Although the erotic version of *The Terminal* ended there, it gave him

more pleasure than *The Lord of the Rings* or *The Princess Diaries*.

*The Lord of the Rings* is another story; it only shows three female characters being gang-raped by orcs. *The Princess Diaries*,

while having plot and dialogue, saw Anne Hathaway's acting fall far short of Catherine Zeta-Jones's.

To be honest, Anne's performance was quite good; she portrayed the pitiful, forced, yet helpless demeanor very well. But Zeta-Jones played Amelie better, conveying the shame of being fucked in front of her lover, the intense pleasure, and the fascination with lust all through her expressions.

After Anne's performance, men would be aroused; after Zeta-Jones's performance, men would immediately get an erection.

At the same time, the foreman, like Walton before him, started moaning, his penis thrusting into Amelie's vagina dozens of times before finally thumping deep inside, trembling.

" "Oh, oh, yeah!" Amelie screamed, looking at Victor outside with a mixture of sorrow and satisfaction.

Then, the foreman, who had ejaculated all his semen inside, finally pulled his penis out, the semen dripping down the stretched-open vagina and onto the floor.

Seeing this, "Natalie" beneath him spat out the penis, scraping the folds of his scrotum with her tongue, and even reaching down to his anus to stroke it.

His penis, already swollen from the video and glistening with licking, was already itching to come out, and now, stimulated like this, Calvin immediately roared and stood up, pressing down on "Natalie's" head and using her mouth as a vagina to thrust in and out.

Thud, Thud, "Natalie," with her head tilted back, kept rolling her eyes, seemingly about to suffocate.

But Calvin didn't care at all, venting his anger as he thrust: "Bitch! Slut! Damn bitch! You filthy slut! Fuck you to death! Fuck you to death!" "Boss, it's my turn!" The scene on the TV continued. After the foreman ejaculated, another worker walked in after exchanging a few words with Victor outside the glass wall.

The foreman put Amelie down, made her put her hands on the wall again and stick her butt out before moving aside. The worker who came in didn't say a word, pulled out his penis and thrust it into Amelie's vagina, grinning and saying: "Victor is such a good man. As part of the report, I'm going to cum inside you too." Amelie groaned, turned around and gave him a flirtatious wink, as if to say: Come on.

Seeing this, Calvin could no longer restrain himself. A chill ran down his spine from his tailbone to his head, and the penis stuffed in "Natalie's" mouth trembled. Then, a torrent of semen gushed from the tip of his penis.

"Ugh!" the woman cried out, shaking her body as if she couldn't take it anymore.

Calvin still didn't let go, holding "Natalie's" head tightly, letting his penis twitch in her mouth, the head of his penis pressing against the back of her throat, shooting hot semen directly inside.

This continued for two seconds, after shooting the first few powerful spurts of semen into the woman's throat. Seeing that she was about to faint, Calvin finally let go.

However, "Natalie" didn't spit out his penis immediately. After catching her breath, she kept it in her mouth, tears and snot streaming down her face, but she remained kneeling with her head tilted back, her throat heaving as she swallowed his semen until it was all gone.

"You're such a bitch," Calvin said, watching her swallow with pleasure. Regardless of who she was, her face and posture gave him immense satisfaction.

"Cough cough!" The woman finally spat out his penis, then collapsed to the ground, barely able to get up, spitting out a mixture of saliva and semen onto the floor.

Then, she looked up at him with a resentful and aggrieved expression, seemingly complaining that his actions had been too rough.

Looking at that face that was exactly like Natalie's, Calvin's already wet penis, which hadn't softened, immediately became hard again. As mentioned before, one of the side effects of the drug trial was exceptionally strong sexual ability.

He didn't do anything more, just glanced at the liquid "Natalie" had spat on the floor, then arrogantly raised his chin. His intention was merely to slightly humiliate this bitch, but after the woman gave him a more resentful, or rather, tearful look, she immediately crawled on the floor like a dog, sticking out her tongue to lick the puddle of liquid.

Truly… a despicable whore! Calvin trembled with excitement, watching without blinking as she actually licked the floor clean, missing the final scene.

However, he wasn't too concerned. He did catch a few glimpses of the final scene; like *The Lord of the Rings*,

it was a gang rape type, seemingly from *X-Men: The Second Movie*, where Stryker had captured all the female characters in *X-Men*: Jean Grey, Storm, Rogue, Deathstrike, and Mystique.

After stripping them of their abilities, they were brainwashed into sex slaves in an underground base, where their soldiers gang-raped them 24/7 to impregnate them and produce qualified bio-warriors.

This was actually a very appealing AV plot. Calvin remembered catching a glimpse of a scene from *X-Men*: several female characters, dressed in tight-fitting uniforms, blindfolded and gagged, their legs spread in an M-shape on a platform, were being repeatedly penetrated by several burly men, while more burly men waited nearby, stroking their penises. It was incredibly stimulating.

He wondered how much money the company had spent. Calvin thought to himself, still unable to believe that the actresses appearing on screen were truly actresses.

But the promotional video continued.

"In the public eye, we are unapproachable superstars," this time it seemed to be Nicole Kidman's voice again, "We are popular, adored, famous, with many fans, full of honors, and well-known figures in Hollywood." Along with her voice, the scenes shifted across red carpets at various premieres and award ceremonies, with female stars appearing like butterflies in their sexy, elegant, or sophisticated evening gowns, showcasing their captivating charm and all emphasizing the unapproachable aspect of the narration.

Then—

"But at the parties you attend, we are merely your attendants, private companions who can do anything, fulfilling all your needs. You can play with us, humiliate us, whip us; we are your slaves, your toys." Following this line, the scene transitions and combines with the previous shots. For example, the initial shot of Nicole Kidman receiving her Oscar for Best Actress is replaced by a backstage shot of her walking in with the Oscar, raising her chin to the camera with her usual aloofness, and whispering, "Need me your companion?" Then Charlize Theron, also in the background of receiving her Oscar for Best Actress, winks and says, "I am the best companion." Next, Natalie Portman, in the background of a Star Wars prequel trilogy premiere, after dealing with reporters on the red carpet and signing autographs for a few fans, walks up the steps and smiles elegantly at the camera: "I will make you linger, unwilling to let go." Finally, there's Emma Watson, set against the backdrop of a Harry Potter premiere. Again dealing with reporters on the red carpet and signing autographs for a few fans, she flashes a youthful yet alluring smile at the camera as she enters the theater: "I'm young, and I have the most fans, don't I?" This sequence corresponds to the beginning, without resorting to nudity for seduction, and is accompanied by various backgrounds that seem to confirm their identities. Considering the previous erotic scenes, it's impossible not to feel excited; it's truly a painstakingly crafted moment.

The promotional video ended there, and then Randall's smiling face reappeared: "Alright, that's it. I think you've all had your first taste of your companions, and this is just an appetizer. In a few tens of minutes at most, someone will come to pick you up and take you to the party. Until then, enjoy your companions to the fullest; this is your well-deserved reward." That was all the content on the disc. Calvin breathed a sigh of relief after watching it all, then looked again at "Natalie Portman," who was still crawling on the ground like a dog, staring at him with pleading eyes. "Do you want me to keep licking your cock?" she asked in a soft voice, as casually as if she were asking how to write a simple paper.

Calvin then noticed his still-erect, wet penis was exposed, and chuckled, ignoring it. "What's next?" he asked. "Let's take a shower first. A campervan will pick us up later to go to New York. It'll be at least four or five hours on the road, so you can enjoy my body to your heart's content." The woman said, remaining motionless on the ground, seemingly determined not to get up unless Calvin told her to.

What a lavish arrangement. Calvin couldn't help but admire her inwardly. He wondered who was behind Stevenson Pharmaceuticals, managing to find so many high-quality prostitutes, not only arranging plastic surgery for them but also editing such a perfect promotional video.

To be honest, after seeing pornographic versions of famous movies, especially with the original actresses in them, he almost believed that these Hollywood stars were indeed controlled by some group, providing various sexual services to their chosen targets.

But after giving "Natalie" a blowjob, Calvin calmed down again. Although it all seemed real, at least two things didn't make sense.

First, to control so many Hollywood actresses, and to make them willingly serve others like lowly prostitutes and bitches, all without the media finding out, how vast must such power be?

Second, he was just a nobody, an ordinary teaching assistant at Harvard who hadn't been promoted for decades, and at the pharmaceutical company he was merely a trial worker for new drugs—what kind of outstanding employee was that?

Because these two points couldn't be explained, Calvin became certain that they weren't real. And once he had a result, finding evidence became much easier, and those things that seemed real could be explained.

For example, these women were all prostitutes trained by the pharmaceutical company's backers, and those movies were just clips—spending money to film some erotic scenes and then cutting and pasting clips from the original films. The same went for the clips of them walking down from award ceremonies and premieres.

After mentally arriving at a "reasonable" explanation, Calvin breathed a sigh of relief, but a sense of disappointment also welled up within him. If only it really were those female celebrities. After all, having those high-and-mighty actresses kneel before him and be played with at his mercy would indeed be a very exciting thing.

Thinking of this, he gestured with his chin towards the crawling "Natalie," indicating she could get up:

"Now serve me a shower, let me see what tricks you have up your sleeve." "Okay." The crawling "Natalie" finally stood up, her eyes, which seemed to speak volumes, always filled with longing, making her both elegant and wanton. "How should I address you, Calvin? Mr. Deacon? Or Master? Or Sir? Boss? Or perhaps..." She drawled, a cunning glint in her eyes, a hint of shyness on her face, arms crossed over her chest, legs tightly pressed together, seemingly embarrassed to speak: "Daddy?" Calvin's heart skipped a beat. Looking at her pretty face, he gritted his teeth, a strange, almost violent urge welling up inside him—a desire to pin this woman to the ground and fuck her hard.

He suddenly understood why this prostitute resembled "Natalie Portman," and why she appeared before him dressed like this, and why she addressed him that way.

While testing drugs at the pharmaceutical company, Calvin had chatted with some employees. When they mentioned their favorite female celebrities, they spoke very vulgarly, and he had jokingly said he wanted to fuck Natalie hard, that he wanted her to appear before him wearing only a trench coat, and that he wanted her to call him "Daddy" while being fucked. "

I love the pharmaceutical company," Calvin thought to himself. Although he was very disappointed that this prostitute wasn't the real Natalie Portman, the fact that she had made him get plastic surgery and was serving him like this was already quite good.

"No, no need, call me Uncle." He then slapped the woman's buttocks hard, making a crisp "smack"—her buttocks were quite bouncy.

"Okay, Uncle Deacon," the woman said with a flirtatious smile, taking his arm and pressing it between her breasts, rubbing it gently, "Let's go wash up now." The two then headed to the bathroom. Calvin undressed while kneading "Natalie's" body, sometimes her breasts, sometimes her waist, sometimes her buttocks, sometimes her thighs, and even reached between her legs to tease her.

Each time he did this, "Natalie" would moan softly, whether it was in response or genuine pleasure, Calvin couldn't tell, but her wanton expression made his already erect penis even harder.

After entering the bathroom, Calvin had almost finished undressing, then pulled down his already stretched underwear that was taut over his penis, and turned on the shower.

Once the hot water was spraying out and wetting their bodies, he immediately lifted "Natalie's" legs, pressed her against the bathroom wall, pressed his penis against her vulva, rubbed the head a few times, and then thrust it in with a "plop.

" "Don't be so hasty... ah!" "The woman screamed as the thick penis slid in to the hilt, its head slamming against her clitoris.

Natalie's vagina was already wet, and Calvin had already probed it with his wet fingers, making entry easy. Her vagina was quite tight, squeezing and pressing against him, sending shivers of pleasure through him, so he thrust in and out relentlessly. "

Oh...oh...it's so itchy...it feels so good..." The woman initially pushed him away symbolically, but with each thrust, she moaned wildly in the hot water.

Not only that, her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, a wanton smile on her face, swaying her hips, wanting him to thrust faster and deeper. Although they were both naked, and the hot water was making it slippery and uncomfortable, she remained firmly clung to him.

"Feeling good, you little bitch, feeling good, isn't it?" "Stimulated by Natalie's moans, Calvin shouted loudly, burying his face in her wet breasts, biting and licking her purplish-red nipples.

"Oh...oh...I'm going to die...oh..." The woman simply grabbed his head, clinging to him like a koala.

*Slap! Slap! Slap!* Calvin thrust deeply into her exquisite vagina, his adrenaline surging with pleasure. Regardless of who this prostitute was, he only wanted to fuck her like Natalie Portman, that slut, to death.

Extreme excitement, coupled with the constant pressure of her hot vaginal walls, and after dozens more intense thrusts, a powerful urge to ejaculate surged up from below.

Calvin immediately thrust even faster. He didn't care if she was enjoying herself; since this woman had said he could do whatever he wanted with her, why should he care about her feelings? *

Slap! Slap!* Two more thrusts, and the urge to ejaculate shot up his penis to the head. He was about to pull out when "Natalie's" legs clamped shut.

"Shoot inside...shoot inside my belly...shoot inside my uterus..." The woman gasped, her face, eyes closed, radiating a wanton smile, "If you can get me pregnant... the organization will reward you..." Hearing this, Calvin no longer hesitated, immediately thrusting his penis in hard. The glans broke through the vaginal wall and slammed into her clitoris, unexpectedly creating an opening.

"God! God! You're inside my uterus! Ahh!" the woman screamed, her body convulsing violently.

At the same time, Calvin roared, tensing his body, and a torrent of semen gushed from his penis, continuously filling "Natalie's" uterus.

This process lasted at least ten seconds; Calvin's semen seemed inexhaustible, almost completely filling Natalie's uterus.

In fact, as soon as he pulled his penis out, the semen mixed with her vaginal fluid immediately flowed from her reddened vagina, without any pause.

"You shot...so much..." Natalie, slightly dazed from the stimulation of the scalding semen, recovered somewhat and immediately smiled seductively again, seemingly feeling it wasn't enough.

"How come no one has ever shot like this inside your cunt before?" Calvin chuckled, lowering her legs and pinching her breasts again.

"No one has ever shot as much as you, Uncle Deacon." The young woman helped him stand for a few seconds, then said in a seductive voice, "Your cock is also the thickest I've ever seen." With Natalie Portman's face, speaking such lewd words, Calvin felt extremely pleased, and his cock, which had just softened, immediately began to stir again.

Noticing this, Natalie immediately gave him a flirtatious wink, knelt down in the hot water, grabbed his semi-erect penis, and began to clean it with her hands.

"So, you've been played by a lot of people?" Calvin said, licking his lips. "

Yes," she replied nonchalantly, "I've said before, we actresses may seem glamorous, but we're just merchandise for the organization... tsk tsk... whoever the organization wants us to entertain, we entertain... tsk tsk tsk... besides, every year at the end of the year we also compete for an Oscar at the organization's sex party... gurgle gurgle... whoever wins the sex contest gets the Oscar a few months later." Although the content sounded terrifying, her tone was nonchalant, even expectant, and she would occasionally lick his penis or suck on it, acting like a slutty bitch.

“That’s surprising.” Calvin whistled like a young man.

“You don’t believe me, Uncle Deacon?” the young woman blinked and suddenly asked.

“No, I believe you completely.” Calvin shrugged, then grabbed her hair and rubbed his now-hardened penis against her cheek. “Just thinking about you being fucked by so many men in bed makes me very happy, Natalie.” However,” Natalie giggled, “No, Uncle Deacon, you don’t believe me.”

Even with her hair pulled and her head tilted back, she continued, “You probably think I’m a prostitute who’s had plastic surgery and was hired by some company to please you, right?” Calvin grinned, released her, and snorted. “Isn’t that right?” “Then how am I supposed to prove I’m really Natalie Portman?” The woman laughed, still as alluring and seductive as ever. "That's a real problem. If I call my agent or my parents, you'll assume I'm being impersonated. If I talk about private matters, you'll think I'm being paid to find out. And for more private things, you can't be sure if it's true or not, right?" "You're very clever." Calvin thought for a moment, then had to admit she was right.

"I studied psychology at Harvard, Uncle Deacon, and I even did further studies in Israel." Natalie, speaking in a coquettish tone, puffed out her chest, her breasts swaying slightly. Coupled with her shy yet dissatisfied expression, Calvin really wanted to fuck her again right then and there.

"How about we talk about it from another angle?" she suddenly changed the subject. "If a pharmaceutical company were to do this, hiring a prostitute—a prostitute who's had plastic surgery to look like a celebrity—to serve you and fulfill all your demands, followed by a large party, and so many other prostitutes with similar plastic surgery, how much would that cost?" Calvin hesitated. This was indeed a problem. Although he believed there was a large conglomerate behind the pharmaceutical company, if there really was a party like the one in the promotional video, the cost would definitely be more than a million or two. Moreover, if prostitutes were to get plastic surgery to look like female celebrities, there would definitely be rumors circulating, but he had never heard of such rumors. If they were all booked by that large conglomerate, wouldn't they have money to burn?

More importantly, why would the company hire such a prostitute to serve him? And why would he want her to meet all his demands? He was just a nobody.

"Let's get back to our previous topic, Uncle Deacon." "Natalie," grasping his penis, smiled even more charmingly and seductively, "I actually have a way to prove it." "What is it?" Calvin blurted out.

"Actually..." She looked embarrassed, "I was in a bad mood that day because I had some worries. I shouldn't have called you an ill-mannered good-for-nothing. The real ill-mannered good-for-nothing is me. Can you forgive me, Uncle Deacon?" “Natalie,” she said, putting on a pitiful look and looking at him with hopeful eyes, as if she were truly sorry.

Calvin’s head buzzed for a moment. He looked at the woman kneeling before him in disbelief. Her words undeniably proved that she was indeed Natalie Portman from Hollywood!

Last year, when Natalie gave a speech at Harvard, he had temporarily served as a guide in front of the auditorium, after which an accident occurred. After the speech, Natalie went backstage, and the school needed someone to inform her of the location of the salon later.

Calvin volunteered to take on this task. However, he couldn't find Natalie backstage. After asking several people, he learned she had gone to change. Finding the changing room empty, he went in, only to find Natalie inside wearing only her underwear.

He was immediately stunned, until she angrily cursed him as an ill-mannered piece of trash. His face flushed, and he retreated as if from a daze. After that, whenever he appeared before her, she would turn cold, making no attempt to hide the disgust in her eyes.

Even though Calvin was used to being humiliated at Harvard, meeting her gaze, that coldness that seemed to say "..." The eye contact with "What the hell are you doing here, you piece of trash?" still ignited a strong anger within him, even after more than a year. The memory still gave him the urge to smash things.

Only Calvin and Natalie were present at the time, and only the two of them knew the truth. Natalie wouldn't bring it up, and even if she did, she wouldn't mention that insult.

Therefore, unless there was an invisible person present, or someone recorded the conversation, the woman kneeling before him, stroking his penis, and who had previously given him oral sex and blowjobs, was none other than Hollywood superstar Natalie Portman!

[The End]

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