The Miranda Files, Chapter 1

 The Miranda Files

Chapter 1 (feat. Miranda Kerr, Rosie Huntington and Candice Swanepoel)

by Noopster.

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DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this shit is ridiculous anyway. Thanks for reading.

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My name, not the real one but for the purpose of this story, will be Oscar Salazar, I've been working as a financial journalist for about 10 years now for different print and online publications. Last year I was assigned to do a long-form piece on the 1Malaysia Development Berhad scandal, the biggest corruption scandal in Malaysia's history. During that investigation I traveled to many countries and interviewed dozens of subjects, but in the midst of everything that had gone down there was one particular and unusual aspect of the story that caught my attention, Miranda Kerr's involvement in all of it. Well, I shouldn't say in all of it, but the Australian supermodel was related to it, at least tangentially, having received numerous gifts from the main perpetrator of the billion-dollar fraud, Jho Low.

At first I tried to not let the lewd details of Kerrs and Low's relationship get in the way of what should be a very serious and career-defining piece of journalism, but after meeting her in person I became enthralled by her and I had to know more about the choices she had made to get to that point. In the process of doing so, I unearthed many incredible stories about the sordid lives of celebrities and their promiscuous way, stories that I would have seriously doubted to be true if I had not heard them be told and confirmed by the protagonists themselves.

Obviously most of what they told me was strictly off-the-record and bared no relevance to the Malaysian fraud, thus having to be excluded from the story. I won't deny that my investigation suffered from it but what's done is done. Having already moved on to another, less exciting story, I'm left with all of this juicy knowledge about the secret lives of some of the most famous people on earth. Lest I be categorized as a gossip writer, I can't share this with any reputable publication so what I'm left with is this, a simple retelling of these stories on a celebrity fan fiction website under a pseudonym.

So, let's begin.

The first famous person I talked to was Orlando Bloom, Miranda Kerr's ex-husband and Father of her first child. I met up with him at a hotel suite in Los Angeles on a cloudy February afternoon. I told him the same thing I had already explained to his assistant earlier that week, what I wanted was to get a general sense of who his ex-wife was and what could've driven her to get involved with someone like Jho Low. Bloom was evidently inebriated when I knocked on the door. He welcomed me with open arms as if we were old friends, offered me a beer and we made our way through the numerous guests in several states of unconsciousness that were keeping him company at the moment towards the balcony, where the music was bit less loud. Looking out at the city's skyline, he opened up to me and told me everything, and I really mean it when I say EVERYTHING.

BLOOM:

So, you want to know stuff about my ex wife, is that right?

OSCAR:

"Yes. I don't mean to disparage her in any way but there is strong evidence to suggest that the gifts Jho Low gave to her in _______ were in exchange for... let's say, sexual favors."

BLOOM:

"You don't have to skirt around the issue with me, mate, Miranda always was a bit of a slut. Can't say I'm surprised to be honest."

OSCAR:

"Is that so?"

BLOOM:

"Ever since we started dating in 2007, it was a problem. She was constantly flirting with the photographers, flirting with reporters, publicists, flirting with anyone that could further her career, really."

OSCAR:

"This must have been difficult for you."

BLOOM:

"A bit, yes, but I suppose I found it to be normal in some way. I've dated a lot of women in show business and they're all like that, for the most part."

OSCAR:

"Was it only flirting or did it go further? I can't imagine most men would be able to resist a woman like her."

BLOOM:

"I'm not sure, to be honest. I mean, I probably cheated on her as much as she cheated on me, but she kept it to herself most of the time."

OSCAR:

"Most of the time?"

BLOOM:

"She did tell me about a couple of those. Like when she fucked Terry."

OSCAR:

"Terry Richardson, the photographer?"

BLOOM:

"Yeah, the one and only. He had Miranda and half a dozen other models fly out to Brazil to shoot for the Pirelly Calendar photo-shoot. The dirty fuck had them walking around naked on the beach, playing volleyball, wrestling in mud; shit like that."

OSCAR:

"And she told you she had sex with him?"

BLOOM:

"That she did. She said it was only for her career, because that's what you do when you work with Terry, and if you don't, a lot of doors start closing for you."

OSCAR: So what happened?

BLOOM:

"Maybe you should ask Terry about it."

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And I did. Two days later I met the infamous photographer at his studio downtown. The #MeToo movement had landed a considerable blow on his career and he told me he was done shooting for big magazines and supermodels. They were all sluts, he explained to me, sluts using their cunts to to get ahead in the business and blaming him for it. He said a lot more on the subject, but that's basically the gist of it.

OSCAR:

"I wanted to ask you about the sexual relations you might have shared with a particular model a few years ago."

TERRY

"Aw shit, are you gonna write an article calling me a creep an a predator and all of that bullshit, 'cause I've had enough of those."

OSCAR

"Nothing of the sort, this is just a follow up for a story about a financial fraud in Malaysia, it will have nothing to do with you."

TERRY

"Well then, you have to refresh my memory- I've fucked a lot of models. Too many to remember."

OSCAR

"The model in question is Miranda Kerr. Someone close to her mentioned she and you might have had intercourse during a photo shoot in 2010."

TERRY

"Intercourse, huh? More like I fucked the shit out of her, hahaha.

OSCAR:

"So you had sex with her more than once."

TERRY:

"More times than I can count. I've met a lot of sluts in this business, buddie, but Miranda might be the biggest whore of them all. And I mean that as a compliment."

OSCAR:

But did you have sex with her previous to that 2010 shoot?

TERRY:

Oh, no. That was when I met her. Shit, that was such a great vacation. We took the girls to this tiny beach in Brazil... had a lot of fun that weekend."

OSCAR

"So you did have sex with Miranda Kerr?"

TERRY

"I fucked all of them, buddy."

OSCAR

"Yes, well, my interest concerns only her. Can you elaborate on what happened?"

TERRY

"Hmm, sure. As I recall, I shot Miranda and Rosie that night in a little cabin by the beach."

OSCAR

"Rosie Hungtinton?"

TERRY:

"Yes. Fuck, she had such great tits that one. So anyway, it was just me and a couple of my assistants and the two pretty sluts. Rosie had been drinking wine during the shoot and posing with the glass so I told her to pour it on herself, and she did. She loved it, actually, started giggling as the wine dripped down her tits."

OSCAR:

"Was Miss Kerr there already?"

TERRY:

"I think I had shot her first so she was there but not on camera."

OSCAR: So she was watching?

TERRY:

Yeah. Rosie's all wet and shit, right? So I start getting hard and I tell Miranda to join her. Then I made the two of them pose for me. I think I have the video somewhere..."

To my surprise, he takes out a lap top and searches through his files for a long time. Well worth the wait. In the video he shows me Miranda, wearing nothing but a minuscule black thong, standing in a dimly lit wooden cabin and posing suggestively for the camera.

He fast-forwards the video and stops it again. Now the two models are posing together. "Get closer, touch her, don't be shy!" Terry can be heard saying, and the two girls start rubbing their breasts together, giggling like the young girls they still are. Miranda must have been 27 at the time, but you wouldn't bat an eye if someone told you she was ten years younger than that.

Her breasts are tiny, much smaller than Rosie's, but they fit perfectly with the rest of her slender, delicate figure and her innocent-looking features. Even in the murkiness of the poorly lit cabin, her eyes shone with a fantastic, almost supernatural blue brightness. Terry fast forwards the video again until one of his assistants comes into frame from the right and starts showering the two models with a newly opened bottle of champagne, drenching their slender, tanned bodies with the bubbly liquid. Both Miranda and Rosie can't stop laughing. Terry shouts something I can't quite make out and the two girls look at each other for a moment before they start kissing. The kiss itself is innocent enough but what is going on below it is everything but. Miranda' hands are all over her colleague's body, grabbing her ass, playing with her breasts. Each time that Terry's camera flashes it freezes them in place for a fraction of a second, Miranda puts her lips on Rosie's right breast and slurps the champagne dripping from it. Her giggling ends abruptly with a gasp. Rosie's hand is in her bikini now, the gorgeous Australian widens her stance and dives into the blonde's mouth, kissing her passionately as she massages her labia. Miranda reciprocates by slipping her hand under Rosie's thong as well and the two beauty queens continue to finger each other, seemingly forgetting about the camera completely.

The room has turned quiet. No more laughs or comments from the crew, even Terry is quiet. All that can be heard is the clicking of the camera and the girl's labored breathing. Or is it my own breathing? I'm not evens sure anymore. The clicking stops for a moment and so do the flashes. Terry walks into the shot and stands between them. They start kissing him without hesitation, welcoming him like they'd been expecting him all along. I am well aware of Terry's reputation and I start wondering how many hours of supermodel porn he must have in his archives.

I put those thoughts aside when I see the two models pulling Terry's swimming trunks down. They get on their knees, Terry pushes their heads together to make them kiss and he rubs the head of his cock on their faces as they do. They break the kiss, Miranda smiles at him and wraps her mouth around him while Rosie licks off the pre-cum smeared on her colleague's cheek. Then it's her turn to suck Terry's dick and Miranda turns to lick his balls. I'm getting so hard as I watch but I can see that Terry is completely calm, he just takes another drag of his cigarette, like two of the most beautiful women on earth blowing him is nothing special. I turn back to the video where both girls are stroking the sides of Terry's cock with their lips. He's started taking photos again and they don't seem to mind at all. Miranda swallows his cock again, almost all of it before he pulls it out and offers it to Rosie. A sort of competition to see who can swallow more of it seems to be taking place and, to my surprise, Miranda is winning. The cute dimples on her cheeks are glistening with a clear coat of spit and her amazing eyes lit up every time she takes her turn on Terry's slippery cock. She pulls backs and several strands of clear spit cling to her lips and tongue, she wipes them off with her hand and giggles as Terry forces Rosie to gag on his meat and holds her there until she turns completely red. Finally, he releases her and the panting blonde gasps loudly for oxygen while Miranda jerks him fast, getting him ready to blow. Rosie recovers enough to rub her tits around his cock and the two beautifugl girls pleasure him at the same time, one hand each, becoming a pair, synching into one motion until he explodes and covers her tits with his seed. Giggling proudly, the blonde girl lays back on the floor where Miranda joins her to clean the cum off with her tongue, still giggling as Terry continues to take more pictures, like it's all a silly game.

"Great stuff, girls!" Terry can be heard saying just before the video ends.

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But let's get back to Kerr's ex-husband.

OSCAR:

"So you're telling me you were okay with your wife having sex with a photographer?"

BLOOM:

"Oh no, not at all, mate. That was a constant source of problems for us. But I figured she'd grow out of it once we got married, you know? It's like, I've met a lot of models and they all do that kinda shit. But once they get married and start a family all of that is supposed to go away."

OSCAR:

"But this was not the case with your wife?"

BLOOM:

"She had enough decency to stop telling me about it, but not enough to stop fucking other people."

OSCAR:

"And how did you deal with this situation?"

BLOOM:

"At the time I was fucking other women too so I tried not making a big deal of it at first, you know? Like, if I can do it then she can do it too. Feminism and all of that. But when it got to the point where the guys she had fucked where telling me about it. Sending me photos of her and shit like that."

OSCAR:

The men sent you pictures of your wife? After having sex with her?

BLOOM:

A couple of photographers did. It's fucked up, right? I remember one guy even published the photos in a magazine. Like it was just a photoshoot instead of her using her cunt to get a cover."

"I guess she was so open about being a slut that people thought I'd be completely fine with it."

OSCAR:

"But you were not."

BLOOM:

"I was not."

OSCAR:

"Were you thinking about divorcing her at this time?"

BLOOM:

"I considered it, but I was young and scared of all of the bad press it would bring with it. So I stayed in the relationship and kept taking advantage of the perks of being Miranda's husband."

OSCAR:

"The perks?"

BLOOM:

"Well, when you're married to someone like her you get to do a lot of stuff. Like threesomes, orgies, anything you could want, really."

OSCAR:

"Can you elaborate on that."

BLOOM:

"Yeah, like, right after she told me about Terry. I was really angry, right? But she said she'd make up for it, and she did, she really did."

OSCAR:

"How did she make up for it?"

BLOOM:

"She had a Victoria's Secret event the next day and she told me to meet her there. So I went and I stood there, bored out of my mind, as she took photos with a couple of other angels for some swimming wear campaign or something.

"I went to see her in her dressing room when the thing finally ended and she was waiting there for me with Candice."

OSCAR:

"Candice Swanepoel?"

BLOOM:

"Yeah. They're both wearing their bikinis under this sort of see-through white short summer dresses and getting ready to go out there and take more pictures."

So I say hi and ask Miranda if she's ready to go. She says no, that she has to change first. So they both go behind this curtain and start laughing like someone just told them the funniest joke ever.

That's when I see they're tossing out their bikinis. Next thing I know, Candice walks out completely naked, smiling at me as she turns to show off her incredible body.

"Her tits were small, like Miranda's, but her ass... oh man, what a fantastic piece of ass she had. Probably the best ass I've ever seen."

OSCAR:

"I believe it. What happened after that?"

BLOOM:

"Then Miranda walks out, stands behind Candice and starts pouring baby oil on her. They both smile at me as Miranda rubs the oil on Candice's tits, then she turns her around and I see her pouring more oil on her butt and she starts rubbing it all over those perfect ass cheeks, right? And then Miranda makes her bend over for me and she starts rubbing more oil on Candice's asshole and I'm just fucking mesmerized by those long legs and her perfect hole when Miranda gestures me to get closer.

And I should explain that, at that time, the only thing my wife wouldn't do was anal. So I guess she made some sort of deal with her because I just stepped right in there, pulled my cock out and pushed it in."

OSCAR:

"In Candice Swanepoel's anus?"

BLOOM: "It was fantastic, let me tell you. She was so tight, I almost came in the first 2 minutes."

OSCAR:

"Did you know Candice well?"

BLOOM:

"Not at all, mate! But that's just how models operate, you know? I didn't know it at the time but Miranda had been in a few threesome with Candice and her boyfriend so that was nothing new for them."

OSCAR:

"And what did your wife do while you had anal sex with her friend?"

BLOOM:

"She seemed happy to watch and touch herself at first, but then she laid down on the couch and pulled Candice to get on top of her. They started giggling and kissing while I pounded that tight little hole from behind. I'll never forget I told them I was about to cum and Miranda sprung up, reached for my dick and jerked me off until I came all over Candice's ass cheeks."

OSCAR:

"She didn't want you to finish inside?"

BLOOM:

"More like she wanted me to watch her licking cum from her friend's butt. And I was happy to."

OSCAR:

"What happened then?"

BLOOM:

"Then Candice turned around and my wife shared my cum with her. I watched them kiss and play with my jizz on their tongues until the producer's assistant knocked and told them they were expecting them in 10 minutes. They said goodbye and I went home."

OSCAR:

"So the Terry thing wasn't bothering you anymore."

BLOOM:

"It still did, but she had found the perfect way to keep me from bitching about it."

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I got a lot more from Mr. Bloom to tell but, for the sake of chronology, I want to pause that interview for now. Because soon after talking to him, Miranda herself agreed to talk to me. Apparently, the news that I was interviewing her ex-husband about her had reached her ears and she wanted to tell her side of the story, so I drove to her mansion in Brentwood, California to hear what she had to say.

By that point in my career I had interviewed many of the wealthiest people on earth, but as I was welcomed into her home I was still in awe of the vast pompousness of everything I could see. A few years after divorcing Bloom, Kerr had married Evan Spiegel, the creator of Snapchat, and the billions of dollars she now shared with him were more than apparent in the ostentatious luxury of everything she owned.

And then I saw her walk into the living room.

She was 34 at the time but she looked a lot younger than that. Even after having two kids she was still as stunning and irresistible as ever. It was all there, the blue eyes, the perfect bone structure, the wavy brown hair and the slim but curvy figure. She smiled at me and I felt myself getting lost in the cute dimples in her cheeks. She exuded class and elegance, so much so that it was hard to believe that that miracle of a woman could be the same one that had slept with everyone in the fashion industry.

I was so nervous and intimidated that one of the first things I did was ask for a drink. She granted me my wish and poured another one for herself. A few glasses of scotch later, we were done with the small talk and ready to get down to business. Now, my investigation on the financial scandal and her role in it is available out there for anyone willing to Google it, so I will spare you the boring details of that, but the one thing you need to know about it is this: Miranda and I made a deal. I quickly realized that behind that heavenly face and sexy body was a very smart and resourceful woman, one who knew the extent of her involvement with Jho Low better than anyone. She was aware that she wasn't in any danger of going to jail, what she was worried about was her public image. With most of her modeling days behind her she had turned herself into a business-woman, investing in several makeup brands and acting as the spokes-person for fashion and design companies all over the United States. I had uncovered enough information to prove that she had been exchanging sexual favors for big sums of money in the years before her second marriage and she wanted to keep that a secret. So I did something that no journalist is supposed to do. I agreed to keep the more sordid aspects of her story out of my investigation in exchange for her telling me everything.

That was the first time I compromised my ethics for this story, but it wouldn't be the last.

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To Be Continued...