a lucky fan meets his favorite movie star

Terrence is enthusiastic and comes around with his cell phone.  Patty’s old friends roll their eyes tolerantly.  “Tell me about this one . . . did you really sit on that rope?  With all your weight?”  It’s the one where her two co-stars, Jin and the much-loved Takeru, are grabbing a rope coming down from pulleys in the ceiling and sliding it under the naked girl’s crotch.  From the angle of the rope it seems she is being frictioned from her clit in front to her butthe in the back.  Her toes are stretching down searchingly but clearly not touching the floor.

“Yes I did.  It hurt but just a little.  See,” she moves over to point at the little screen, “my elbows are tied back to that post which stabilized me.  They only moved the rope back and forth an inch or two.”

“It looked more like a foot or two, the way they heaved it back and forth.”

“It’s a trick.”

Terrence’s brow furrows.  “Why are the men wearing overcoats?”

“Because it was f-r-e-e-z-i-n-g in that studio.  Everybody was all bundled up.  Except me, of course.”

“And the one where you’re being -- experimented on with those guys in lab coats.  I counted thirteen, um . . .”

Patty smiles, again with the gleaming white teeth shining from her dust-darkened, tanned face.  “Yes, they were real.”  She shakes her head, as if trying not to be offended.

They sit in silence, Patty finishing the water bottle, everyone else picking at their food.  There is some uneasy throat clearing.  Patty’s body odor is really disgusting and is ruining everyone’s appetite.

Terrence lightens the mood the only way he knows how.  “How about this?” he says, pointing at the little browser window.  “Did those huge things really slide into your butt?  You have a magic butt in general!”

“Yeah,” Patty says, looking at the image.  “They love doing things to my butthole, and further up.  It’s in demand over there, I suppose. . . No, that’s another trick.  If you look carefully it’s not really going in.  Yes there is a dildo in me, to keep the big one in line, but it’s only the size of” -- she looks around and points to Tom’s plate -- “that.”  She’s pointing to a hot dog, which Tom is now even less interested in eating than a minute ago.

“And” --

“Come on Terrence!” Tom says, followed by Jill and Sandy.

“One more thing - just one more.  How did you get stretched out that way?  It looks really painful.”

“Another trick.  Those are rubber nips.”  Patty, as if to finally make Terrence happy, turns to him.  “Go ahead, pull my nips.  They don’t look like that when they’re actually stretched.”  He hesitates but she is insistent.  “Go ahead!”

This is not the first time she’s done this demonstration.  Terrance gingerly reaches with both hands and gently grasps.  He pulls a little but Patty’s nipples are so slick with sweat that they slip out.  He tries harder.  “More.  Go ahead. . . More!”  His fingers slip again; he dries them off with a napkin which now has dirt stains on it.  One more pull, as he pinches her nipples a little harder, is all he dares do.  “See?  That’s how real nipples stretch.  The ones you saw, are just rubber.”

“Satisfied now??” Georgina says, as Terrence sits down, a little contrite at having been so pushy.  “Thanks.”