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Subject: {ASSM} Celeb: Teaching Jennifer Ellison a lesson
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Teaching Jennifer Ellison a lesson
By Maxim

MF/nc/rape/anal/viol/humil

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Teaching Jennifer Ellison a lesson
By Maxim


My name is Barry; I work as part of security team at a top London
club.
The club's frequented by a regular supply of "B" and "C" list celebs,
all eager for to enjoy themselves with money being no object.

I'm much more than just a bouncer; I have to make sure the right
people get in and I keep the wrong people out, low lives such as the
press or paparazzi photographers out and at times I have to protect
the celebs from themselves.

It's not always easy when you get teens or 20 something's who are
earning more in a week that some of us would in six months or even a
year.

My job was well paid, but I also knew if I fucked up my arse would be
on the line.

My job tonight was also keeping an eye on some of the bar staff,
we've had a spate of stories being sold to the press, and the latest
was several photographs being taken in the club of celebs
in "Intimate moments" which appeared in trash magazines days later.

Most of the celebs are fine, Kate Moss and Michelle Ryan are little
darlings, but some treated me like shit, especially some of the
younger soap actors. But I'm supposed to just grin and bare it, but
there are times I get really close to the edge with them.

I'd just received a bollocking from the manager over yet another set
of photographs that had appeared in a Sunday newspaper.

This put me in a really bad mood, I'd kept a eye on the staff and
come up with nothing, so that meant it had to be one of the celebs.

I was going to have tread very carefully.

In one part of the club was Holly Valance, a fast fading Australian
actress turned singer who'd probably end up being dropped by her
record company with six months.

On another table was Jessie Wallace, Kat from Eastenders who seemed
to be wanting to drink herself into the next week as quickly as
possible.

Over at the bar was Jennifer Ellison, holding court as usual
surrounded by a half a dozen guys.

Ellison was certainly an eyeful, but a bitch with it, who didn't know
her place.

One day if she wasn't careful someone would treat her a lesson she
wouldn't forget.

Tonight Ellison was dressed in a black top that didn't hide much of
her over flowing cleavage.

Who was she kidding when she expected people to believe she got those
boobs as a result of exercise!
She was dressed in this pink tight PVC micro skirt that acted more
like a bra for her arse cheeks that a skirt.

Ellison was 21, long bottle blonde hair, a very shapely body and a
personality that thought everybody was put on this world to do as she
said.

Once I noticed her, I knew she'd be a target for something trying to
get a photograph of her.

Ellison was sitting at the one end of the bar, perched on a stool,
lapping up the attention from the guys.

Then Ellison got off the stool and went over to a lone guy standing
by the small dance floor.

I laughed to myself, he'll have a good fuck tonight.

Ellison smiled at him and turned back towards the bar, he grinned
and strolled behind towards the bar.

The guy sat down next to Ellison and starts chatting her up,
then without warning she screaming at him

Within 30 seconds of Ellison starting screaming, two of my colleagues
had the guy in a neck lock and were dragging him out of the bar with
him screaming,"What did I do? what did I do?"

I looked at Ellison and saw her with a big smile on her face as she
downed yet another drink just brought by a guy who'd quickly replaced
the screaming guy.

"She's some controlling little bitch I said to myself".

Over the night as I did my rounds looking for our photographer, I saw
Ellison blow out another guy and then another, and another! one major
fucking cock tease.

It was 1am, the club was at it's busiest and crowded, there'd been
some more trouble but we'd dealt with that.

But there was still no sight of the phantom photographer.

I looked over at Jessie Wallace who was outta it.

Her head down on a table, fast asleep.

I looked to her right and saw a girl with something held to her eye.

It was Ellison with one of those photo phones; she saw me and dropped
the phone on the floor between her legs, hoping I wouldn't of seen
her.

Ellison started waving an unlit cigarette around and motioned me over
to give her a light, giving me that "come fuck me look" she'd thrown
at the poor saps earlier.

I went over and bend down and reached between her feet and picked
up the phone and waved it in her face.

"No photos are to be taken in the club" I said and with that I put
the photo phone into my inside pocket.

"Hey, you fucking arsehole, that's mine." Ellison shouted at me.

"You'll get it back when you're leaving" I snapped back at her.

"Do you know who the fuck I am" Ellison screamed back at me.

"Sadly yes I do," I said back

Ellison's eyes got big and her mouth snarled, a deep red blush shot
up her face all the way to her hairline, she rushed straight for me
and slapped me hard across the face, she raised her hand to give me a
second blow, but this time I grabbed and held her wrist.

"DON'T you ever try that again or you'll be sorry, now you phone will
be waiting for you in the security office when you leave"

I didn't see Ellison again that night.

Her photo phone was collected and she just disappeared.

The following week I was having my break at the bar.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ellison enter the club, walking
thru a crowd of people.

Different outfit, but same "come fuck me" look. I pay her no
attention, I was off duty and our problems with pictures of clients
in the club had stopped.

I was half way thru a cup of coffee, when Ellison walks up behind me
and grabs my mobile phone.

I tried to grab her, but she got away, a big smile on her face
as she headed for the side exit.

I rushed after her and into the side exit; she saw me and darted into
the ladies staff toilet.

I poked my head around, the door, it was empty and quite, the only
sound was the faulty cistern from one of the toilets.

I went over to the stalls, the first one was open, I kicked in the
second one.. nothing

I opened the third one with my elbow; Jennifer Ellison is standing by
the toilet bowl.

"You must really like this phone" she laughed and dropped the phone
into the bowl.

"You shouldn't have done that" I say slowly.

"Ohhhh I'm sooo scared" spits back Ellison.

I walk out of the stall and over the to the door and placed
the out-of-order sign on the outside of the door.

I shut the door and locked it..

I went back to the stall; Ellison was standing in the stall doorway.

Suddenly she looked scared.

Ellison tried to get out of the stall, but I blocked the door
and pushed her back in hard.

She almost stumbled, but caught herself.

I shoved Ellison again, knocking her against the cold tile of the
back wall.

Jennifer Ellison has to straddle the toilet to stay on her feet.

Ellison remembered who she is and looks me straight in the eye.

"What you gonna do, loser," she sneers, "Rape me?"

I grabbed by her by her throat and pinned her to the wall.

Ellison spat in my face, she starts to struggle, trying to scratch me
with her nails.

I lifted her up by her throat a bit.

"Fucking bastard -- " she gurgles.

I reach under her skirt and tear at her panties.

"No fuck offff!" She starts to scream.

I've got Ellison's black silk panties in shreds.

I push her down on the floor and push her head into the bowl.

"I've seen what you do, just because you have money you think
you can treat people like shit, I've seen what you do to guys," I
shouted.

With that I pushed her face into the stale piss and flushed.

I could feel her struggle and then grasp, I put her head up by the
hair. Her once expensive hairstyle now looked like a drown rat.

" You don't like it when you're on the receiving end" I said to the
now crying Ellison.

I unzip myself and pull my cock out.

I pull her up and lay her back across the toilet; I'm hard against
her, my chest flattening her oversized tits, my hips pressed against
hers.

Our legs are spread around the toilet under us, so it's no problem to
find her pussy hole.

I strip off her expensive black PVC top off her and grab her braless
tits, biting her nipples hard, I place my cock against her pussy, so
that the tip of my cock was just inside her outer lips.

Without warning I ram my cock deep into her cervix and feel my balls
nestle against her soft arse cheeks. With every move I knock Ellison
hard against the cistern with every thrust driving my
cock up her Ellison's tight hole.

I've got my face an inch from hers, grinning at her, one hand tight
around her throat, pressing her blonde head back against the cistern,
the other squeezing her tanned boob, twisting it until she screamed.

I began to fuck her harder, pressing Jennifer Ellison's. arse deeper
into the toilet seat.

She was biting her lip, her long blonde hair hanging wet and limp
across her tanned shoulders

I gave Jennifer a deep kiss, lying on top of the abused celeb with
one hand buried in her wet blonde hair and the other squeezing her
large tanned boob, her nipple hard against my fingers.

"Hey, Ellison, I got something else for you"

I pulled up by her long hair and backed her down onto the toilet
seat, pulled herarse into the air.

" Now keep your arse stuck up or you'll regret it," I shouted into
Jennifer's ear.

I gave Jennifer Ellison's arse a few hard slaps, making her whole
body jerk.

I parted her Ellison's arse cheeks and pressed my cockhead against
her arsehole.

I slipped into her without any problem; I pulled back and drew my
cock back to her arsehole entrance and with one shove buried it to
the balls.

I shouted in her ear "I am right up your arse now Jennifer "

I slammed my balls against her pussy lips with each stroke.

Squeezing her tits tightly as I shot my cum right inside her, holding
her down as I spurted into her arse.

I pulled out and picked up Ellison's head by her hair, and wiped my
cock now leaking cum covered cock all over her tanned face.

I got up and picked up her photo phone camera over the floor and
moved out of the stall looking up at between Ellison's widely gaping
thighs.

I laughed as I put the photo phone to my eye and saw the image of
Ellison's fucked pussy lips and my cum leaking out of her arsehole.

"Smile for the camera Jennifer" I laughed.

I bend down and whispered into her ear.

"If you say anything these pictures, taken with your photo phone
will be in the papers".

I took about a dozen shots of Ellison on the stall floor, but as it
turned out she talked away and I'm now writing this from exile in
Northern Cyprus.

"Was it worth it?"

"What do you think?"


The End

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