Only in America

When she was thirty-one, America Ortega, Boss of the Third-Street Saints, Chairwoman of the Saints-Ultor Media Group, and star of the upcoming international blockbuster Gangstas in Space, also learned the lengths an artist must suffer for her art.

She was in a dressing room Andy Zhen had insisted was the best in the entire fucking world, running her lines. In her case, that meant mouthing them once, then muttering 'There's no fuckin' way I can remember that shit...'. She was in the middle of saying that about some techno-babble bullshit about alien transmitters when the door slammed open and her co-star stormed in, wearing purple full-body makeup, a stainless-steel corset, and a scowl.

"Okay, we gotta talk about this!"

America smiled wryly. "Come on in, Jenny."

The young actress blushed, as near as America could tell under all that makeup, and gently shut the door behind her. "Okay, sorry. But...we have a major problem with tomorrow."

America tossed her sides to the makeup table with a groan. "Tell me about it. The fuck am I supposed to fly a spaceship and remember all these fucking lines?"

Jenny blinked. "What? No. Do you really not know?" America just stared blankly. "DId you not get the new script?" America just shrugged. "Oh my god. Here."

As America opened the script Jenny tossed into her lap, the younger girl began to pace. "Zhen added a new scene right before the final battle. It's...the night before, you know, when we're holed up in the statue's head and I'm telling you about my culture and whatever?"

America nodded hesitantly. "Yeah, I remember that scene..."

"Yeah, well, now it ends a little differently. It's..." Jenny's lips pursed nervously. "...a love scene."

America blinked, then slowly grinned. "What's the matter, you never kissed another girl for the camera? Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

Even with the makeup, Jenny blanched. "Kissing's not the problem! Read it!"

America sighed and flipped through the new material. Not long after Kwilanna offered to show her brave rescuer 'the gift of her people,' America's eyebrows rose. "Uh...hey. I don't watch a shitload of movies, but are they usually so...detailed?"

Jenny slammed her back against the wall. "And there's the problem! See, I heard the producers talking, and between that one scene with the tank and Zhen's love of the c-word, they're not going to be able to get an R rating after all. So instead of toning it down, they're going for the NC-17, which means more blood, more dismemberment, and that the sex scene's gonna be...detailed."

America blinked in confusion. "Wait. They want you and me...to fuck, actualy fuck...on camera? They're gonna put that in the movie?" America snorted. "Fuck, Hollywood really is a bunch of sickos."

Jenny spun on her co-star. "Seriously? That's it? How can you not be killing everyone right now?"

America's smile faded, and she blushed. "Uh, Jenny...don't take this the wrong way, but...it ain't like this'd be the first time I fucked a girl in front of an audience." Jenny blushed, presumably. "You gonna walk over this?"

"This is gonna be the biggest movie in history. I need this part. I just...fucking Zhen! This is exactly the kind of thing he'd pull."

"Look, I could talk to Zhen. Tell him to cut the scene."

"Oh, so he can blame me anyway and fire me? Or even better, switch it for a scene where Kwilanna, like, falls into the mothership's waste processing vats? With actual shit for 'exaggerealism'?"

"Well then what the fuck do you want me to do here, Jenny?"

"I don't know! I just...I thought I was getting such a big break, you know? Then the director ends up hating me despite not being able to remember my name. My boyfriend leaves me for two of my understudies. And now, I have to do hardcore lesbian porn or lose my job." The young actress raked a hand through her dyed hair. "I just...I don't know how I'm going to get through this scene! I mean, no offense, I know you're...into that, but I'm not! And even if I was, having all those people watching me, having fucking Zhen screaming about how my orgasm wasn't 'believable,' I just can't..."

America pulled Jenny away from the wall before the actress threatened to make a dent with the back of her head. "Hey, hey, it's cool. You know what I think?" She cleared her throat. "I think we oughta rehearse."

Jenny's eyes went wide. "Wh...what?"

"Well, I figure...the more used to it you are, the less nervous you'll be, you know?"

"You don't mean...you actually want us to just...have sex? Right now?"

"In character. Completely professional." Jenny snorted. "Look, we're gonna do it anyway. Isn't it better you get the jitters worked out now? I mean, if you're gonna go through with this, then...you gotta just go for it."

Jenny swallowed. "I've never...done anything with a girl before."

America grinned as she led her to the shabby couch in the corner of the room. "Just think...this is the last time you'll ever have to say that."

Jenny swallowed, eyes cutting to the script her co-star had pressed into her hand. "I...I realize I never properly thanked you for rescuing me."

America attempted to shrug modestly and failed. "Think nothing of it, Prrrrrincess..."

"No. I must think something of it. You are the greatest warrior I have ever known, and you must be honored. Among my people...there is a gift we give to those we truly treasure. I have never known anyone to whom I was so grateful that I ever considered giving it..."

"What kind of...treasure?"

Jenny took a deep breath, then froze. America's eyebrow rose. "Uh, Jenny?"

"I'm sorry. Right. I'll just...I can do it. Just give me my cue again."

America leaned closer as they sat together on the couch. "What kind...of treasure?"

Jenny took another deep breath. Just when the Latina was about to ask again, Jenny leaned in...

...and gave her a sisterly peck on the lips that lasted all of half a second before retreating to the other end of the couch. America blinked. "Wow. That was hot."

Jenny winced. "I know, I'm sorry..."

"No, really. That was definitely..." She glanced down at the script. "...'long and passionately, like she's been wanting to do it since they met.'"

"God, I'm sorry, okay? I've never done this before!"

America sighed. "Look, would it help if I got it started?"

Jenny pursed her lips nervously. "Yes definitely thank you."

America shook her head, but leaned forward, purple dressing gown spilling open as she crawled across the narrow cushion toward Jenny who, despite having her eyes focused squarely on the first glimpse of America's brown areolas revealed by the robe, was currently trying to merge with the arm of the couch. As the young actress ran out of room, her co-star smiled.

"Have you ever kissed a boy, Jenny?"

At this distance it was obvious when Jenny blushed, even through the makeup. "Yes of course I've kissed a boy!"

"Well it works pretty much the same way."

Jenny let out a nervous chuckle. America took advantage of the momentary opening of her mouth to surge forward.

Jenny squeaked in shock, and America felt her body go rigid, but the Latina held the kiss, massaging Jenny's lips gently with hers. Once Jenny finally started the relax into the kiss, America pulled back. "Now, do you think you can do that," she purred, "or do I have to show it to you again?"

Jenny swallowed. "Well, I, um...maybe you could show it to me...one more time?"

America grinned and leaned in again. This time, Jenny let out a sigh of pleasure when their lips touched, and another that was practically a moan when America's tongue pushed between her lips. America cupped Jenny's cheek gently, and in return her co-star threaded both hands through her short, black-and-purple hair. Jenny's lips began to move against America's, then sucked gently on her wriggling tongue, then less gently. America let out a moan of approval.

"Now...shall we take it from the top?" America growled. Jenny just nodded dazedly.

America leaned back, heavy breasts slipping back into her dressing gown, a motion Jenny's eyes couldn't help following. She swallowed.

"I realize I never properly thanked you for rescuing me."

"Think nothing of it, Prrrincess..."

"No, I must think something of it! You...you are the greatest warrior I have ever known, and you must be honored. Among my people there is a gift we give to those we truly treasure. I have never known anyone to whom I was so...so grateful that I ever considered giving it..."

"What...kind of treasure?"

Jenny dove forward, lips mashing against America's and tongue pushing into her mouth. Just like before, her hands settled in America's hair, but this time one of her co-star's settled on the back of her neck, the other reaching down to grab the flesh of her thigh. Jenny moaned, and America pulled back with a smirk.

"My people...give that same gift..."

Jenny swallowed, hands sliding down the outside of America's dressing gown seemingly of their own free will. "And have you...ever received it before?"

"Never from someone...as beautiful as you, Prrrrincess..."

"I would...I would never have dreamed that our two species could have anything in common," Jenny breathed, then gasped as she seemed to notice her own hands cupping America's tits for the first time.

America let her dressing gown fall open, revealing large, firm breasts with erect brown nipples, a muscular body covered in a dozen tattoos, and the black-and-purple fleur de lis shaved above her pussy. Jenny could only stare, helpless as America crawled closer, forcing the young actress to spread her legs to make room. "We're more alike than you think...Prrrincess..."

America's hands slid down Jenny's heaving thighs, and the young actress bucked when they found the vinyl covering her crotch. With a groan, she pushed forward, taking her co-star's lips again. America grinned. "Oh, what am I thinking? I'm a horrible actress...script says you're supposed to be taking charge..."

And just like that, Jenny did. Her hands grabbed America's shoulders and shoved her back, the Latina barely bouncing against the cushions before her costar was tearing the dressing gown off, lips speeding to her big, brown nipple like a hot-seeking missile. America laughed as Jenny started to suckle, then moaned as she started to do it much harder.

"Oh, you like tits, huh Princess?"

Jenny moaned. "That's not in the script..."

America grinned wickedly. "Improv, sweetie."

"Well, then...the script doesn't say I'm supposed to do this, either..."

Jenny's fingers found her co-star's fat brown nipples, pinching hard and pulling up, lifting her huge breasts skyward before letting them bounce back down to her chest. America laughed, then moaned when the brunette's pinching resumed.

"I'm gonna make you a good little cuntlicker," America growled. "That's what you want, isn't it bitch?"

Jenny flushed, but nodded feverishly, hand already moving down to America's bare snatch, the fat brown lips beading with arousal.

"Stick your tongue out. Lick right down the middle." America grunted as Jenny gingerly stuck out her tongue. "Deeper. Fuck me with it!"

She moaned as Jenny's tongue pushed deeper, the actress' nose brushing her clit.

"Yeah, that's right...fuck..." Her hand wrapped around the base of Jenny's ponytail. "Then, once you've got a girl nice and wet...you move up and wrap your lips around her clit..."

Jenny did without hesitation, and began sucking gently without prompting. America groaned. "Yeah, that's it. Use your tongue...just like you're sucking a guy's cock...I know you know how to suck a guy's cock, don't you?"

Jenny nodded, and the added motion just made it feel better. Of course, it still wasn't anywhere near making America come.

"Lean back."

Jenny blinked as she emerged from her work, licking at the surprising flavor on her lips even as she sat back. Then America's purple fingernails dug into the crotch of her costume. With a snap, the vinyl tore away to reveal a brown landing strip and the bright pink lips of her cunt.

Jenny only blushed for as long as it took America to hook a thigh over hers. When their pussies touched, she let out a shocked moan. It rose into a scream as America began to thrust against her.

"That's right, take it! You thought only a guy could really fuck you, huh, Princess? What do you think now?"

Jenny's fingernails were digging into the upholstery, her hips wantonly thrusting against America's. "Oh God yes! Harder! I'm gonna..."

She let out a wail as a torrent of moisture dripped down their thrusting thighs. When America slowed her motions, the shaking young actress rolled on top of her, her tongue immediately seeking out the Latina's.

"I...I've never felt anything like that in my life..."

"Well you're about to feel it a couple more times, Princess..."

"Cut!" Zhen collapsed back into his director's chair, legs very conspicuously crossed. "Well, that was...I mean holy shit! Talk about emotion! I mean even Jasmine there looked good. You nailed it! First take! Fuck!"

Jenny and America shared a grin. "Actually...I think we could use a safety take." America grabbed the back of Jenny's head as the actress started kissing her way back down the Latina's chest. "Why don't we do it six or seven more times?"