Lily Collins and Vanessa Hudgens in... The Dirty Thirty Club, Chapter 2

 Lily Collins and Vanessa Hudgens in... The Dirty Thirty Club

Chapter 2

by Noopster.

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For little more than a month, the memory of Diego and Sancho had been taking precious hours from her nightly rest.

Still rattled by the things she'd done in that hotel room in Barcelona, Lily would spend hours rolling around in bed while the image of the two men fucking her took over. She'd told no one about her life-altering experience with two strangers, not even Liana, and even she herself sometimes had trouble believing it had really happened. It seemed like a bizarre dream she just could not leave behind because, whether she wished to or not, she would relive the shame and exhilaration in her mind every night. She'd hear their insults and their laughter. She'd hear them calling her puta and then she'd hear herself admitting it. Then, the sensations would follow, the feeling of being helpless while her holes were stretched and pounded and abused. She would reminisce and go over every angle of every moment she could still recall until her hand was wet and her body was burning. Finally, she'd see herself pointing the phone at her own face and the last wave of profound shame and arousal would wash over her until it crescendoed into one bright, dizzying explosion of exhilarating pleasure and guilt and euphoria.

She'd fall asleep soon after that, contemplating her willing role in bringing into existence that video that both mortified and fascinated her.

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The gorgeous actress was heading for the gym on an early morning after one of those turbulent nights when a text message from an unknown number rattled her to the core and froze her midway through the parking lot.

"Hey, puta."

It was just that one word and nothing else. Lily's heart began beating rapidly as she anxiously looked around the empty parking lot. The hot California sun was heavy on her pale forehead and she took a few steps towards the air conditioned building until the phone vibrated on her hand again. Her legs stopped moving instantly and all color left her face when she read the next message: "It's your friend from Barcelona. Remember me?" Attached to the text was the selfie of Sancho holding the white cotton panties Lily had left behind in his room and sniffing them with a menacing grin on his face. Lily gathered herself enough to figure out she couldn't just stand there in the middle of the lot forever and forced her legs to move, one after the other until she reached the Equinox building.

Her thoughts were a scrambled mess as she made her way to the locker room. She took off her green jacket and felt a slight shiver when the cold air hit her bare shoulders.

'What does he want?' she wondered, absentmindedly standing there in a tiny white sports-bra that left her defined stomach exposed and tight black leggings with a titillating transparent triangular-shape on the front of her thighs.

'Did he figure out who I am?' 'How the fuck did he get my number?'

Her hand was shaking as she turned the knob on her locker and another sudden and terrifying vibration startled her enough to drop the phone. "Shit!" she said as she bend down to pick it up. "We are in L.A and would love to see you."

Lily tossed the phone into the locker like it had just caught fire and locked it in a hurry as if she was afraid it would try to escape. She hurried to the nearest treadmill and began to run, hoping that if she ignored the situation long enough it would go away. But she couldn't concentrate and her running was only making her more anxious. 'How could I be so stupid?' she kept yelling within her panic-stricken mind as her feet threatened to slip during every rushed, erratic step.

After only ten minutes of torturing herself she decided running was only making things worse so she moved on to another area full of dumbbells, sit up benches and yoga mats. There weren't many people there, as was usual during weekday mornings, but one person did catch her attention. She took a quick glance of a petite, brunette woman wearing a loose, white tank top and a pair of minuscule blue and white spandex shorts, who was bending over to adjust a work out bench.

Lily found herself unable to look away from that plum butt and those thick, athletic thighs glistening with sweat under the ceiling's fluorescent lights. The short hottie seemed to be struggling to get one of the security pins out and, as she bent down even further, Lily couldn't help but notice the curved outline of her labia pressed tightly against the figure-hugging piece of clothing.

"Hey you!" the shapely stranger said, looking at her in the mirror. Lily almost jumped with surprise and looked up to realize the woman she'd been checking out was Vanessa Hudgens. 'Did she see me?' she wondered, blushing a little bit.

"Hey, Vanessa, I didn't know you were a member here."

"First time. But I like it a lot so far."

"Yeah, yeah, it's a great gym," the British-American actress said as she positioned herself on the next bench to do some crunches.

Over the years, the two actresses had interacted with each other at many public events and through common friendships, but they shared no bond of their own and their awkward conversation accurately reflected that. They made small talk about the nice weather and other banalities for a few minutes while Lily tried to get through her usual ab workout, but it wasn't until the subject of traveling came up that things turned really tense for the troubled starlet.

"Yeah, I went to Spain this summer with my boyfriend," Vanessa commented between sets, "Have you been to Madrid? Oh it's such a cool city!"

"I have. Yes, it's a very cool place."

"Oh but my favorite by far is Barcelona, it has such rich history, you know? Oh and and the nightclubs? ...girl, you can really party over there!"

"...Uh, yeah... I've heard people say that. But I'm not really a big party person."

"I know, I know, but sometimes it's good to just let loose and stuff, you know? Get crazy, take chances, do some wild shit!"

Lily's response was a polite "Heh", followed by a quick and subdued nod.

"I mean you should see how hot the Spanish guys are over there! There's been a couple of times I've wanted to just drop everything, go back to the hotel and have one of those sexy Spaniards fuck my brains out."

The comment hit too close to home for Lily, and it became extremely hard to concentrate on what she was doing and keep up appearances with Vanessa while her mind drowned in a whirlpool of troubled thoughts and lewd memories. "Hey, I'm running late for... a thing," she said, ending the workout abruptly. "It was nice seeing you and, uh... well, goodbye."

"Bye, see you tomorrow!" Vanessa waved with a wicked smirk that went unnoticed, enjoying the sight of Lily's cute butt as she walked away with haste.

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'That was so weird' Lily thought as she entered the bathroom. She fought to pull her tight-fitting leggings down to her knees and sat on the toilet. The tinkling sound of her pee splashing the water under her echoed around the empty walls of the gym bathroom. She sighed with relief after emptying her bladder and heard the door open and a series of heavy steps as she wiped herself clean. She was about to flush when the stall door opened behind her and as she turned she found a man's body standing in front of her.

"Hola, putita."

Lily's sharp squeal was almost instantly quieted by Diego's hand on her mouth. "Shhh, don't make noise. I'm sorry I scared you, but I'm not gonna hurt you," he said in an extremely calm manner. Lily was terrified, but in the back of her mind his Herculean presence and masculine scent made her feel just as attracted to him as that night in the hotel. "I'm gonna let go if you promise me you won't scream, okay?" She nodded, knowing that there were lots of people right outside the door that could come to her aid if she called for help loud enough. And yet, when Diego let go of her mouth she stayed still and quiet with her leggings still rolled down around her knees. "Wh- what are you doing here?" she asked with a meek and shaky voice, not even bothering to cover up her exposed lower half.

"I wanted to see you," the Spanish man said, his light-brown eyes falling in the direction of the cute triangle-shaped patch of pubic hair that tastefully crowned her exquisite little pussy.

"Who told-- Did you follow me here?" The words were hard to get out, they kept tripping over each other as they came out.

"I missed you," he said, skirting around the question completely. "We both missed you." Lily's response died before it could begin. His finger was tracing little circles around her navel and he held her by the waist with his other hand. "You have to stop..." she softly protested, but the red on her cheeks and the goosebumps on her skin said otherwise. His finger began to slowly, inexorably descend down her midsection, bringing a shiver with it as it traveled all the way down to her pubic hair, where it lingered for a few seconds before sliding down her moist slit. "You want this," he said, confirming her willingness with the tips of his index and middle fingers.

"No... we can't..."

His finger slipped up and down her wet entrance. "Say it."

Lily let out a short sigh and bit her lip.

His free hand came out of nowhere and slapped her left cheek with the same exact force and speed as it had done a month ago. "Say it," he insisted.

"I... want this..." Lily said, looking away in shame, a red handprint flared on her porcelain skin while his nimble digits played in the steamy gap between her folds. The violent left hand turned into a loving one when it invaded her tiny crop top from below. He squeezed Lily's small right breast under the white fabric and rubbed the hardened nub with the same cadence that his right hand teased her clit.

"Mmmmnnn..." Lily moaned softly, still standing completely still as if moving in any way would break the spell he had her under. "Stop it, stop it. Oh... mmmnn... stop..."

"I know you want this" he said, jumping to the left tit. "You want me to fuck you right, here, putita?"

"Don't... don't call me that..." she pleaded, her voice shaking as much as her thighs now. He laughed and slipped a second finger between her walls. "That's what you are. You're a whore, Lily. All women are whores."

"I'm... not-- nnnghf...!"

Diego's right hand swiftly traveled from Lily's pussy to her ass, smearing her ass cheeks with pussy juice as it slipped between them. "Hey!" Lily protested, but her words of dissent were instantly interrupted when the tip of his finger nuzzled into her asshole.

"Te gusta por el culo, no, ramera?"

Her eyes closed and he brought his left hand down and shoved two fingers into her cunt. The pretty actress opened her mouth wide and her tiny hands clung to the lapels of Diego's gray suit as he savagely finger-fucked her from the front and back, rattling her petite frame with violence. Her weak protests fizzled into a series of short, barely audible whimpers and the deeper that the Spaniard's finger went into her rectum, the more she forgot about where she was and who she was with.

There were soft, wet sounds bouncing off of the white-tiled walls and Lily's letting her cute, little whimpers slip through the tension in her face as he fingerfucked both of her holes. Pleasure built and built and swelled inside until it took over and her body bent forward. Her knees lost all strength and she clung to Diego's suit like a cat to a tree, moaning and wailing into his suit as her entire body turned into vibration and her cunt juice washed over his hand and wrist.

"I... we shouldn't have..." she panted halfheartedly as her lust-drunk mind began to clear up and the reality of what had just happened hit her. This man she barely knew had followed her across the ocean and she'd just let him walk in on her in the bathroom and finger her.

Diego said nothing, but there was a wicked grin on his face as he turned to wash his hands. A thousand questions boiled up inside the actress and all of them got caught in her throat at the same time. Before she could even figure out what she wanted to say, Diego had walked out.

'What the fuck am I doing?' she thought, now that the stall door was open and unobstructed by Diego's huge physique she could study her heaving reflection in the mirror and wonder who that woman staring back from the mirror was. Her nipples were so hard she could see them poking through her top. Her pussy was red and raw and her inner thighs glistened with cunt juice and she was still just standing there like and idiot with her leggings rolled down and goosebumps on the muscles of her abdomen, where he had first touched her.

Someone came into the bathroom and the sound of it snapped Lily out of her self-loathing. She quickly pulled up her tights and sprinted out of there.

She was already walking to her car when she realized she'd forgotten to get her keys and the rest of her stuff. She ran back into the gym, avoiding eye contact with everyone, and went straight for the locker room where a sign on the door stopped her.

LOCKER ROOM UNDER RENOVATION. PLEASE USE THE LOCKER ROOM IN THE BACK. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.

- Equinox Staff.

'What the fuck, my stuff is still in there!'

All she wanted was just to get her things and get out of there as soon as possible. Her face burned with shame as she looked around and paced from side to side while she figured out what to do. No one was really looking at her and yet she felt like they all secretly were, like every person there somehow knew what had just happened in the bathroom and, by extension, what she really was.

Finally, she gathered enough courage to ignore the sign and walk in there, but when she went through the door something else stopped her. It wasn't a sign this time, but the sound of flesh bumping against flesh. The locker room was built in the shape of an L so that people could change without having to worry about being seen every time someone opened the door. Lily instinctively turned to leave then turned around again. She could not leave without her keys and now she was mad that people were that rude. Why should she have to wait outside when they're the ones doing something they shouldn't be doing. The actress took two indecisive steps towards the bend in the wall, she could hear them grunting now. It was gonna be super awkward, but she had decided to cough loudly just before walking in there and hopefully that would get them to stop what they were doing and cover themselves, at least long enough to let her retrieve her belongings.

She reached the point where the room opened up and readied herself with a deep breath before she would announce her presence. She couldn't do it. The fake-cough had choked in her throat and she just stood there nervously biting her nail instead. 'Maybe I should just get a quick look first' she thought, figuring that it would be better to not walk in there blindly. She leaned against the wall and slowly peeked her head in, hoping they wouldn't be able to see her.

Luckily, their backs were turned to her and Lily was able to see a short, brunette woman getting pounded from behind by a man with long hair and tanned skin. He was completely naked and about a foot taller than her, with one arm wrapped around her waist and the other leaning on the wall, his body covered most of hers, and yet there was something vaguely familiar about both of them. Lily found herself getting warm and breathing faster as she continued to spy on the couple. The woman started to whimper and moan "fuck... fuck... oh fuck!" as he doubled the speed and force of his thrusts. She leaned forward, her bronzed skin shiny with sweat as she rested her weight on the wall while pushing her plump ass back. He grabbed her by the hips and fucked her hard and fast. Lily swallowed hard, she'd completely forgotten about her keys and was lost in the spectacle. "Harder, harder!" the woman yelled and Lily knew who she was right then. The blue and white spandex shorts around her ankles confirmed it and Lily had to stop herself from gasping at the realization that it was Vanessa getting fucked from behind in a public locker room.

His hand went for her hair and pulled her head back. Vanessa's body arched and she let out a long and labored scream as he made her cum with his cock buried deep in her womb. The scream then turned into a low and strained moan and Lily saw the man's muscles flexing. He shook and started cumming inside of her, pulling on her hair even harder until it seemed like he was going to break her. Lily heard him sigh when he was done, then she saw him wipe his cum-smeared dick on Vanessa's ass cheek before pulling up his pants. Not a word was said between the two of them as he picked up his white shirt and buttoned up.

Vanessa was giggling and rubbing her clit with the cum dripping from her cunt when Lily saw the man heading for the exit. She ran back outside, grabbed a couple of dumbbells and pretended to do bicep curls while she waited for them to leave. The huge mirror in front of her confirmed her suspicions and she almost dropped the weights when Sancho came out of the locker room and calmly made his way to the parking lot. Lily's heart was pounding out of her chest as she watched him get into a black Audi and drive away. She put the dumbbells back on the rack and sat on a bench. A couple of minutes later, Vanessa walked out with a huge smile on her face. "See you tomorrow!" she waved as she headed for the exit.

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To Be Continued...