This is a work of Lesbian fiction. It is a sequel to "A Very Pretty Baby 1." Although the characters are real, none of the events actually happened. The scenarios only existed in the mind of the author. If you are offended by age difference lesbian sexual situations involving female celebrities, please read no further.
(Celebrity Lesbian)
"I'm ready for the '80's, Ready for the '80's, Ready for the time of my life"
So sang the Village People, prematurely celebrating what would turn out to be the final hedonistic days of the Disco era. The people partying at Studio 54 in New York didn't know it yet either. Many would be dead from the scourge of Aids before the new decade was even halfway over.
1980 was looking to be a big year for Brooke Shields. The notoriety of her film, Pretty Baby, had put her on the map all over the world. Her follow-up movies had been made quickly, and were mostly family-friendly fare, intended to improve her "jailbait sex kitten" image. The checks were all happily cashed by her mother and manager, Teri.
The film, The Blue Lagoon was now in the can. It was another controversial coming of age role in which Brooke plays Emmeline, who has been stranded on a lush tropical island with an attractive, slightly older boy. The film concerns their budding sexual attraction to each other. It was almost surely destined to be a hit. The buzz had been huge.
14-year-old, brunette-haired, Brooke was attending the Dwight-Englewood School, just across the bridge from Manhattan, and the world was her oyster. She was just a limousine ride from all of the adult charms and dangers that the Big Apple had to offer.
In 1980, it seemed that Brooke was being sought after by every magazine for its cover, every company for a product endorsement, and by seemingly every man, woman, and child in America who was out for a roll in the hay with the sexy teenager.
Brooke was still technically a virgin, at least with boys, and she loudly proclaimed it in interviews. Brooke, however, had been turned out by actress Susan Sarandon in an effort to land the role of Violet in Pretty Baby. Brooke. afterwards developed a quiet attraction to girls and women.
Boys were still somewhat of a mystery to the young girl. Despite Blue Lagoon co-star Christopher Atkins' best efforts, he had not been able to close the deal sexually with Brooke. She thought him too old at 18.
Very public dates with Michael Jackson were mainly for mutual publicity. He never tried to lay a finger on her and she speculated that he was probably gay or something weirder.
Her budding sex life, since her lesbian encounter with Susan Sarandon, had been confined to kissing her best friend, Maggie, and making out and being felt up by Grace Jones in the dirty women's bathroom at Max's Kansas City.
It was Brooke's last day of classes before spring break. She and her 15-year-old best friend, Maggie Lawson, were dying to have some fun. Brooke suggested a night of dancing at Studio 54. Maggie looked at Brooke with disbelief.
Studio 54, which had opened in 1977, had developed a well-deserved reputation for no-holds-barred sexual hedonism and drug use. Open sex, including gay sex involving underage boys, was often the norm. Celebrities of all types were welcome, including rock stars and artists who were looking to leave with some willing company, male or female. Perhaps just for the price of a line of coke.
More significantly to Maggie, she didn't believe that a 14-year-old and a 15-year-old, no matter how well-dressed, pretty, or famous, could get past the notorious Studio 54 bouncers and their famous red velvet rope.
Brooke snapped her fingers, "Easy," she declared.
Arrangements were made for a limo to pick up the girls at 8:00 p.m. Brooke let Maggie borrow one of her more flashy designer dresses. Maggie was curvier and more well-endowed then Brooke. The dress was a little tight in places, but it worked.
As Brooke expected from previous visits to Studio 54, the two underage girls were quickly whisked into the club. No questions were asked.
The club was pumping and the music was pounding as usual. It was THE place to be in Manhattan. Brooke and Maggie danced with each other, and danced with a couple of handsome, clearly gay, young men. It was all in good fun.
While in the club, the two young teens were each handed champagne cocktails while on the dance floor. The girls were having a great time, and looking forward to having an entire week off for spring break.
Standing by the bar, taking a rest and sipping champagne cocktails, the two girls, glistening with sweat, were joined by rock star, Joan Jett. Jett had left the Runaways the prior year, and was assembling her own band. She was in town to audition some New York musicians for a group that she would call The Blackhearts.
Brooke was no big fan of the Runaways, but was happy to meet the famous 21-year-old rocker. Joan was dressed in her trademark black on black clothes. She was unmistakably braless in her black tank top. Joan's nipples became visibly erect upon meeting the world famous 14-year-old model and actress, and her very pretty, blonde friend.
It was an open secret in Los Angeles that Jett, and other members of the Runaways had actively enjoyed teenage pussy as one of the perks of their minor celebrity. A trip to Japan when the Runaways were at the top of the charts had produced more willing girls than they knew what to do with. Joan briefly envisioned her face between Brooke's slender legs. Brooke's lithe body was still tan from her island shoot for Blue Lagoon.
As the three girls spoke, they were suddenly joined by Debbie Harry of Blondie. Debbie and Joan were friends, and kissed each other openly on the lips, pressing their bodies tightly together in front of the slightly embarrassed teenage girls.
Brooke and Maggie were especially excited to meet Debbie. Blondie was riding their crest of success with one hit single and best-selling album after another, and they were currently Brooke's favorite rock band. Maggie was also a Blondie fan, and was excited to be in the company of the two celebrated rock stars.
Unfortunately, feeling that the band's success would last forever, Debbie and her live-in boyfriend, Chris Stein, spent lavishly and foolishly. Both had developed serious drug problems, and seemed to be oblivious to the internal jealousies that would eventually destroy the band.
Chris was currently in Los Angeles doing guitar overdubs for what would be their Autoamerican album.
Debbie and Joan had met up for a night of fun: Perhaps a little dancing, a few drinks, and a line or two of coke before ending the evening by bringing two willing, pretty girls back to Debbie's Manhattan apartment for a night of girl-girl amusement.
Studio 54 was an obvious choice for picking up young girls who weren't necessarily lesbians, but were willing to experiment sexually, especially with rich and famous women.
Joan's sexual thoughts were way ahead of Debbie's as she amiably chatted with the two, clearly, underage girls. Debbie was interested in acting, and had already completed a few minor roles. Looking for larger, meatier roles, she had a lot of questions for Brooke, who deftly handled them, and demonstrating a maturity beyond her years.
Brooke was keenly interested in Debbie's music. Debbie asked the 14-year-old to sing a line or two from the pop song blaring overhead. Brooke proved that she was capable of keeping a tune, and Debbie suggested that Brooke sing background on a future Blondie song. It would be good publicity for Brooke and for the group.
Bored with showbiz talk, Joan invited Maggie to dance. Maggie, at 15, had prototypical blonde, cheerleader-good looks. If Brooke had attended another school, Maggie Lawson would likely be the prettiest girl at the Dwight-Englewood school.
With Debbie preoccupied with Brooke, Joan felt that her chances of getting beneath the designer dress of the teenage movie star had become very remote. Joan's attention turned to the more mature-looking teenage girl she was leading to the dance floor.
Disco dancing close with Maggie, Joan naturally assumed the boy's role, twirling and leading the pretty 15-year-old. Joan's hands took liberties, "accidentally" fondling the breasts and shapely ass of the star-struck teen.
The pair looked a sight: The dark-haired, dark-clothed rocker, dancing with the jailbait blonde bombshell who was wearing a $2,000 designer dress.
Finally, Joan leaned in and passionately kissed Maggie. Maggie was briefly startled, but returned the rock star's surprising kiss on the crowded dance floor. As Maggie looked around nervously, she realized that no one had seemed to notice. More importantly, no one seemed to care. They were more interested in their own hook up for the evening.
Maggie had never given much thought to sex with a girl. Brooke being the obvious exception. But that had never come close to happening. They had exchanged a few chaste kisses, but not much more. Brooke was unwilling to date schoolboys, so Maggie often turned down dates in order to remain by Brooke's side.
Kissing a famous rock star like Joan Jett had stirred something within Maggie. She was interested to see where things would go.
With Maggie's hand in hers, Joan returned the teenager to Debbie and Brooke. Grabbing Debbie by the hand, Joan insisted that the more-famous rock star join her in the ladies room.
The women shared a small, quick line of coke before Joan sputtered, "We can totally have them." "What?" Asked a surprised Debbie. Joan raised two fingers into a V, and wiggled her tongue through the raised fingers. It was the sign for eating pussy.
Debbie laughed and said, "They're just babies." "Very pretty babies," said Joan. "If anyone can get into Brooke's pussy, you can. You can see that she's enamored with you." Debbie laughed. "O.K.." she said: "I will try to go where no man has gone before."
Debbie's whole demeanor seemed to change as she returned from the restroom. Maybe it was the coke? Maybe it was Joan's challenge for Debbie to seduce the young, slender movie star?
Wanting to give Debbie room to operate, Joan asked Maggie to return with her to the dance floor. The effects of the champagne cocktails were beginning to take hold. Maggie soom found herself susceptible to Joan's practiced predatory lesbian charm.
Maggie believed Joan's facetious assumption that she was a college girlfriend of Brooke's, and that Maggie was the prettiest girl in Studio 54 that night. Maggie and Joan began to make out on the dance floor with Joan urging the blonde 15-year-old to return with her to Debbie's Manhattan townhouse.
Debbie turned on the charm with Brooke, offering to the young girl an opportunity to see the small in-home studio that she and Chris use for demos, as well as various musical instruments used by Blondie.
Joan Jett pawed her 15-year-old prey during the limousine drive to Debbie Harry's Manhattan townhouse.
Brooke was taken aback when first surveying Debbie's townhouse. Despite being in a tony, Manhattan neighborhood, the rooms were a mess. There were musical instruments, rock magazines, and used dishes, plates, and drug paraphernalia everywhere.
The million-dollar townhouse looked more like a Bowery drug den. Brooke, used to strict order and everything in its place, was mildly shocked by the lifestyle of her favorite rock star.
None of this, however, deterred Joan Jett. Clearing some debris off of a coach, Joan had Maggie's designer dress off of the 15-year-old within minutes of their arrival. As Brooke and Debbie looked on wordlessly, Joan's eager hands and tongue began to explore Maggie's ample breasts and shapely young body.
Suggesting that Brooke join her in the bedroom to listen to some demos, Debbie led the "Pretty Baby" by the hand.
The bedroom was less disheveled than the other areas of the house. Brooke became more at ease as Debbie turned on the big reel-to-reel tape player. The sound was raw due to the spare instrumentation and non-studio quality recording, but it was the unmistakable Blondie sound.
Brooke, sitting on the edge of the bed, was listening intently to songs that would be on the next Blondie album. She didn't notice how close that Debbie had sidled up next to her until Debbie's hand reached over her shoulder, perilously close to her small breast.
Reacting to the music, Brooke said to Debbie: "It's really good. I really like it." Debbie's face was now no more than two inches from the face of the beautiful 14-year-old model and actress.
Sounds of sexual pleasure could be heard from the other room as Debbie slid her hand down to gently caress Brooke's breast, saying: "You don't want that pretty dress to get wrinkled. Why don't we get more comfortable." Brooke leaned in, and wordlessly gave Debbie, some twenty years her senior, a closed-mouth kiss,
Standing before the bleach-blonde singer, Brooke removed her sparkly designer dress. Brooke was now standing before the rock star in just a pair of black bikini panties, which she quickly removed. Brooke's body was luxuriously tan from her island filming. Dark, sparse pubic hair led to the 14-year-old's much sought after prize.
Brooke nervously attempted to hide her boobs with her hands. Even for a 14-year-old they were decidedly small, forming two cones. Debbie stood up and had Brooke help her unzip her tight mini-dress. Debbie was wearing neither bra nor panties.
Reaching for Brooke's hands, Debbie placed them on her mature breasts. Brooke broke into a slight smile as she gently squeezed Debbie's alabaster breasts.
With her long, slender legs awkwardly akimbo, Brooke straddled the rock princess as she sat on the bed. Debbie's hands again went to Brooke's immature chest as the pair kissed tenderly.
Debbie then laid the teen on her bed, gently opening Brooke's legs as she sought the teen's tight pussy with her tongue. Spreading Brooke's lower lips with her fingers, Debbie began to skillfully feast on Brooke's delicious pussy.
Brooke twitched slightly as she was entered by the rock star. Relaxing, she began to stroke Debbie's bleach blonde hair as it shook in all directions between her slender legs.
The teenager seemed to be in a trance as the 34-year-old brought the teenager to a quick orgasm with her tongue before she began exploring Brooke's young body.
Flipping Brooke onto her stomach, Debbie began to massage Brooke's small, firm butt cheeks before positioning her head in-between them. Debbie's experienced tongue ravished Brooke's pussy and rectum from behind while Brooke softly moaned with pleasure.
Suddenly, two naked figures appeared at Debbie's open bedroom door. Maggie looked much more mature than her 15-years. Her large breasts complimented her blonde hair and curvy, young figure. Maggie looked slightly rumpled. Her formerly perfectly-coiffed hair was now messy. Maggie looked like she had been fucked six ways to Sunday.
Black-haired Joan Jett was leering from the doorway. She was wearing a black, strap-on dildo on her pelvis. Clearly, Maggie had been the recipient of a forceful fucking. She turned her eyes to Debbie and Brooke on the bed.
Brooke was bent over with her head resting on a pillow. Joan was thrilled to see that Debbie's tongue was happily burrowing inside Brooke's tender anus.
Joan's hand began to stroke the dildo as if she were jacking off a real penis as she watched the famous teen in the unfamiliar position. Debbie's hands were reaching underneath to fondle Brooke's A-cup breasts
Joan stepped behind Maggie and began to fondle her large breasts as they watched Debbie and Brooke engage in the lesbian sex act.
After a few minutes, Joan pushed Maggie toward the bed by poking her athletic butt with the business end of the dildo. Joan laid Maggie on the bed as a gift for Debbie.
Joan turned her attention to Brooke who still had her pretty ass in the air. Joan spit on her dildo and approached the prone 14-year-old. With one firm thrust Joan was inside Brooke's youthful pussy.
Brooke gasped with surprise and pain. She had never been penetrated by anything larger than a tongue or a finger or two. Brooke's pussy was sufficiently wet so that Joan increased her speed until she was forcefully pounding Brooke's pussy with the thick dildo.
Looking beside her, Brooke could see that her best friend was being sodomized by Debbie's eager fingers and tongue. Judging by the smile on her face Maggie was having the time of her life.
Despite her face being forced into the pillow by the fierce pounding that she was receiving from behind, Brooke reached over to fondle one of Maggie's large breasts.
Every pairing and sexual act imaginable came into play that night. Avoiding the morning light and the inevitable walk of shame, Brooke and Maggie returned to Brooke's Manhattan apartment sometime after 4:00 a.m.
Climbing into Brooke's bed, the two teenage girls laid naked in each others arms until the early afternoon. They had a great story, but unfortunately couldn't tell anyone.
The End.
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