Met Gala Sluts, Chapter 3

 MET GALA SLUTS

Chapter 3

by Noopster 

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"I can't believe we just did that!"

"I know."

"No, I mean, really, I LITERALLY can't believe we just did that!"

"Yeah, I know."

"No, Selena, you're not listening to me! I can't believe you-- and then me, and... I-- I can't believe we... and then you... we really did all of that!"

"I know, I know! But it's more like... I don't know what came over me... "

"Neither do I, it was like I was drunk but, like--"

"With lust."

"Yeah, exactly."

"I've never swallowed before," the pretty Latina suddenly confessed as they turned a corner into another empty corridor, "Not with Abel... Not even with Justin."

"What? So all of a sudden you just decided to start with Gary?"

"I... I guess...?" the pop star hesitated, palming her face in embarrassment, "I don't know why I did that. Any of it. I... Tonight has been really, really weird for me."

"Yeah, well, for me too... obviously. Speaking of weird, where the hell is the exit?"

"I have no idea."

Still lost in the closed off section of the gigantic museum, the two young women shared a long silence as they continued walking down a long and darkened corridor that echoed the percussion of their high heels on the shiny floor tiles. After the initial burst of adrenaline had subsided, each of them now found herself questioning their own actions.

Selena looked down at her palms, 'Am I dreaming all of this? Feels like a dream...' she thought, closing and opening her hands a few times, testing their response. She'd had only had a couple of drinks and yet her body felt different, almost detached from itself. Her thoughts were clear yet there was something nudging them in a depraved direction. She'd already had sex twice that night but carnal pleasure was still all she could think about. A quick glance at Lily's troubled expression was enough to know that she was also in the throes of a serious moment of self-reflection. Was she feeling the same way? Had she done something wrong by dragging her into this?

"Hey, uh, Sel...?"

"Yeah?" she answered, a little bit surprised and embarrassed that Lily had caught her staring.

"You don't think there were like... cameras there, right?"

"...Oh, in that shitty little closet?" she laughed, "No, I'm pretty sure there weren't any security cameras there, Lily."

"Right, that was a dumb question. I'm sorry, I guess I'm just panicking a bit. I'm a little overwhelmed."

"Don't worry. I get it, trust me."

Then there was more silence and more empty hallways. The promise of a way back to the main hall shattered time and time again by another deceiving corner followed by another stretch of dark hallways and empty carpeted floors.

"This is ridiculous, where is the damn exit?" Lily said, rubbing her forehead, "I mean, is it weird that I don't remember the Met being this big?"

"I don't know, this whole night has had a surreal feeling for me. I keep expecting to wake up at any moment now."

The girls had no idea how long they had been trying to get back to the party. Their pace had slowed down as their feet started to ache from being stuck inside uncomfortable high heels all night and there seemed to be no end to the place.

"I'm gonna call Abel, I told him I was going to the restroom like, I don't even know how long ago."

"Are you gonna tell him?"

"What? No! I mean, not right now. I'll do it later or-- I don't know. Right now I just wanna get out of here."

"Yeah, me too."

"Shit!"

"What?"

"No service?"

"Wait, mine's not working either..."

"We're in the middle of Manhattan, what the fuck?!"

"Something really weird is going on. Are we sure we're not dreaming?"

"Let's see..."

Selena slipped her hand under Lily's puffy pink skirt and pinched her right butt cheek.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, it was the only way to know for sure."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny."

Selena shrugged her shoulders and smiled. Her hand still on Lily's ass cheek, cupping the soft flesh and squeezing it lightly while she pressed her body against her, pinning the pale actress against the wall.

"Look at you blushing, you're just the cutest!" the sultry Latina breathed on her earlobe. A soft and precise trail of kisses on her long neck, traveling down to her collarbone, caused Lily to sigh deeply and shiver.

When Selena's lips found hers she gave in for a few seconds, welcoming the taste of her friends saliva again and her warm tongue playing around in her mouth; but soon she broke off from her spell. Squirming out from under Selena's embrace, she said in a dry tone, "We better keep going."

"Aw, you don't like me anymore?" Selena pouted, enticing her by running her fingers down her pink cleavage.

"It's not about that, Sel. We need to go."

The pop star got closer, speaking softly as she approached her, "Are you sure you don't want me to eat your pussy right now?"

"I..."

"You taste so sweet, Lily, I can't get enough of you."

"Can we discuss this after we get out of here?" the pretty actress said very sternly, turning her back on Selena and going around the corner. The singer stood there for a moment, contemplating her own actions and pondering what the reason for them was. The drunken feeling kept growing stronger and she couldn't shake it off. A moment later, she ran to catch up, "Wait, Lily. I'm sorry about that, I'm really not myself tod-- What the fuck?"

The corridor was completely empty.

"Uh... Lily? Where are you?"

She tried one of the doors. Locked. Tried another one. Also locked.

"Lily, stop playing! I'm sorry, okay?"

No answer. No sound at all. Terrified, the Latina ran to the next hall and found it to be completely deserted just like all the other ones before it. Nothing but cold, shiny floors reflecting her own scared expression back at her and the echoing sound of frantic heels clacking aimlessly. After checking up on her service-less phone one more time, Selena noticed an ajar door near the corner behind her. As she got closer to it she started to notice the red light behind it and a faint trail of white smoke coming from it.

"Hello? Is anyone in here?"

From the thick, white smoke a shadow began to come forward, it's edges and curved lines fluctuating between different, slightly man-like shapes as it approached the lost pop star.

"Uh, hi...? I'm lost and-- Stuart? Is that you?"

Stuart Vevers, the lead designer for Coach and longtime friend of Selena's stood next to her, saying nothing, an unnerving grin frozen across his face.

"What are you doing here? I though--"

"Come with me. It is time."

"Ugh, yes, I can't wait to get out of here. Have you seen Lily? I was with her and--"

"Enough, we must go up," the thin, blonde man said as he closed the door. In the blink of an eye, the small room had transformed into a huge open space. No ceiling, just a dark sky, the color of nothingness, and mirrors instead of walls, with unending rows of red roses draped over them. "Come," he instructed the confused girl, leading her up an incredibly long line of pink steps.

"What is this place? What the fuck is going on?"

"My dear Selena, how many times have you attended the Met Gala?" the man said as they climbed up the seemingly unending steps.

"Uh, I don't know, like the last four years, why?"

"Because this time you have finally been chosen for the true celebration of this night. The Feast."

"Feast? What feast?"

"The Feast of the flesh."

"Stuart, you're not making any fucking sense right now. And how long are these fucking stairs?!"

"I think very fondly of you, Selena. You're a sweet, gentle girl and I've grown to care a lot about you."

"Um, thanks, Stuart, that's very sweet of you to say. I care for you too but right now I need you to tell me what the hell is going on."

"I've offered you to take part in something very special."

"Offered me? Is this like a fashion project we're talking about or..."

"Much more substantial than that, my dear. Tonight is not only important, it is... transcendental."

"Okay... but someone should have told me about this, I mean did this just come up?"

"This must happen once a year. It has been so for many years, many centuries. It will go on for many centuries more."

"That's... okay, whatever, I think you've maybe had too many martinis, Stuart. So we're talking about modeling, right? Is this for Coach or someone else?"

"We are almost there."

"I asked you a question. Why are we going to this... feast? What do they want me for?"

The blonde man sighed, "To offer your body to the Master."

"To do what?!"

"He has selected you. It is a great honor."

"Okay, this just went from weird to creepy as fuck. I'm going back to find Lily."

Selena turned around and tried to take a step down but found herself staring at another mirror. The steps she had just walked on were gone, there was nothing but the way up.

"This is only one way for you now."

"Stuart, please, you're scaring me," she said with watery eyes, a deep, unnerving feeling creeping over her soul.

"There is no reason to be afraid. You've already proven to be ready for the Feast."

"Proven how?"

Stuart stopped and turned to her with a loving expression, "There is a whore in every young girl," he said, affectionately stroking her cheek, "And it stirs when you put a cock in her hand."

She looked down at the cum stains on her dress, the taste of the security guard's cum still lingering on her sinful tongue.

"We're here."

She looked up and now they stood between many white pillars, in a room akin to the roman baths of ancient times.

"Wh-- what are we doing here?"

"You must rid yourself of corruption before the Feast."

From the still pool of steaming water that dominated their space, a shiny, siren-like creature of bronzed skin emerged. Soaked but still luscious, long brown hair draping down her back and a curvy silhouette like most men have only seen in drawings. She stood silently across from them, most of her still hidden in mist.

"She too has been chosen," Stuart explained. Selena hesitated, unsure what they were expecting from her.

The vision's face was slowly revealed. It was a woman no doubt, but unlike any other woman Selena had ever seen. Exotic, brown eyes shaped like almonds, full and juicy lips, ripe but fresh like a fruit that has just fallen from its tree. A commanding, slightly masculine nose harmonizing with mesmerizing symmetry to the rest of her strong features and enchantingly flawless skin.

Her body was as close to the ideal of female physical perfection as any woman could ever get and she walked with a precise and hypnotizing sway, exuding confidence, sensuality and power.

"I've been waiting for you," the soaked vision said, grabbing both of the stunned girl's hands and giving her a quick and soft kiss on the lips. After the initial shock, Selena recognized who the irresistible woman was. "You're Emily..." She stumbled to finish the name, unable to keep her eyes off of the supermodel's glistening naked body.

"Ratajkowski, yes."

"Sorry, I--"

"Don't worry. We've been chosen. We don't have to worry about anything anymore."

"Chosen for what? Stuart won't tell me and everyone is acting so fucking weird!"

The supermodel extended her hand, "Come. What you've been searching for is right here."

"Searching? I just want to find my boyfriend and get to the exit."

Stuart came up behind her and unzipped the back of her dress. "What are you doing?" she meekly complained while the designer slipped the straps of her dress past her shoulders, leaving the sexy pop star in nothing but her golden heels and gold choker necklace.

"Just close your eyes and let me wash away your sins," Emily said softly, leading her into the water.

Unsure of why she was going along with it, Selena joined the 5'7 supermodel in the warm pool. They descended until only their heads stood above the water. The warmness felt so good on her skin, it took away the fatigue in her muscles and the weariness of her mood. After another unexpected soft kiss on the lips, Emily began caressing Selena's curves under water. The Texan girl found herself unable to resist the impulse to let go and enjoy the moment, just as she'd been doing since that night's start. She surrendered herself to Emily's touch and joined those full, juicy lips with hers, their tongues dancing and twirling in each others mouths with sweet abandon. As the kiss continued, she felt a hand between her legs, and deft fingers quickly finding her sensitive spot and working their magic inside of it. The other hand landed on her neck, slightly choking her and keeping her in place as the fingering intensified. The confused singer gasped with surprise and pleasure, her mind cluttered by everything happening to her. She'd seen Emily a few times in events and parties but they had never even talked or crossed paths. Now she had her fingers up her pussy. And, as with everything else that night, hers were not regular fingers. They moved like snakes, like they were part of the same liquid surrounding them. Selena's cries of pleasure choked on the supermodel's hand on their way out while the fingers twitched, bent and multiplied inside of her, finding corners in her she wasn't even aware of, producing sensations she did not know to be possible.

"What-- the hell-- is going on?" she grunted with difficulty as the pressure in her throat increased along with the heat and the pleasure. It was all building up so incredibly fast. Experiencing a profound thirst that threatened to kill her if she didn't get a complete taste of her, Selena put her head into the water and wrapped her lips around Emily's puffy nipple, latching onto it and moaning around it as those finger's continued to curl and snake inside her excited cunt.

Selena feasted on the most amazing set of tits her-- or anyone else for that matter-- had ever seen. So soft, yet firm and heavy, almost the same size as her head.

She could feel her orgasm coming and she did not care of how little sense any of it made, nothing else mattered but that moment. Nothing but her lust and the woman inside of her and the energy building up in her pussy. The finger's slipped out of Selena's pussy and found their way around the edges of her nub. The tips rubbed together, mushing the swollen clit between them and bringing the floating beauty to the brink of climax. "EMILY-- FUCK, I'M... I'M... I'M CUM--MMIIING!" she cried out as hear head rose above the water. Then, with a sharp and short whimper, she started cumming hard. Her thin arms, convulsing just like the rest of her, clinging to Emily's neck as she kissed her one last, desperate time with the same power as the waves of orgasmic pleasure washing over her.

"Oh my God..." she exclaimed softly afterwards. Upon opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was Stuart's unnaturally wide grin. "You are ready for the Feast." He pronounced, standing above them at the edge of the pool. In a breathy, calming tone, Ratajkowski said, "Let's go. The Master waits for us," and lead the trembling Latina to the opposite end of the pool, where Stuart was now waiting for them. The two beauties emerged up the steps, their tanned bodies glistening like two goddesses bringing the rising sun. Warm, steamy water dripping from their flawless skin and clouds of steam dancing around their young, ripe bodies.

Awaiting direction, they stood before the blonde man. Selena's perky breasts and Emily's magnificent tits still rising and falling along with their heaving chests, the muscles on their toned midriffs showing the state of exertion they were still in, and a clear stream of pool water and pussy juice flowing down from their bald pussies to those thick, quivering thighs. An image powerful enough to make a thousand cocks stand up instantly, but Stuart remained emotionless. "Follow me," he said, completely unaffected by the sight of two gorgeous, soaking wet goddesses. He stood by another door, a pink one Selena was sure wasn't there before. Fear took over the nude starlet once more. Then, the door opened wide.

She could not believe her eyes.

"I-- I can't do this, I-- I have to find Lily, I left her and I don't know--"

"You two will find each other again," Stuart reassured her, "Now you must join the Feast."

She turned her head back to the pool and found only the same pink steps she and Stuart had taken before. The mirror reflecting her own bewildered expression back at her. Emily held her hand. "Come, they're waiting for us," she insisted with an warm, eager smile.

Selena swallowed hard and followed her into the Feast.

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To Be Continued...