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pop
1. Of or for the general public; popular or popularized: pop culture;
pop psychology.
2. Of, relating to, or specializing in popular music: a pop singer.
3. Of or suggestive of pop art: a pop style.
whore
1. A capitalist considered sexually liberated.
2. A person having decadent principles.
Popwhore
1. A male fantasy that happens to be a whore of pop culture.
Blackberry in my tiny little hands with nothing more to do than
fantasize about our next long engagement. Hopefully it won't involve a
great war or the french... I'm the well bred, educated, and daring
girl that you'd never expect to be available for such a naughty tryst.
Educated on the east coast with a career that leaves me satisfied, yet
with enough free time to fulfill my decadent sexual fantasies with
select and elite gentlemen. Isn't that the best of both worlds. At
night I crave caviar and other salty desires...
I've often thought of what a pleasure it must be to have a cock. My
brief encounters with strap on play, or domination have left quite an
impression. If I had a cock there is nothing more that I would love to
do than pay a young pretty thing to suck and gag on my cock on
command.... It always takes to long for me to find out if a girl is
bi, if she's interested in that sort of thing.
The respect and pleasure it provides us both behind the comfort of our
closed doors is something beautiful, almost magical. It's one of the
formost honest moments in the entire world, 10,000 years of faux
evolution, 90 years of liberal sociological propaganda, and 40 years of
evangelicalism refuse to dampen this truth. It is only in this
position that we are both master and servant equally, at the same
time. The walls are broken down and we are now both primal beasts, do
we love money or sex more? Nothing is more powerful than the
combination of the two.
You may wonder how I came to be such a fashionable naughty lass. One
with an equal love of the finer things in life, one who loves having
her nipples played with while an elite gentleman is on top of me,
entreating me, my pussy and watching my beautiful lips part.... The
moisture of pleasure is more than enough to shine on the
provalactate... As you admire my beautiful face you swear you've seen
it before, was it the latest Adam Glasser film?
The phone rings...My Blackberry that is.... Unknown number on my
private line...
cut to:
Int. Posh Modernist Bathroom- a structure with little room
for emotion lingers in the background, capturing moments in time.
A white girl with beautiful milky skin, brown hair, blue eyes, and an
amazing body sits poised and composed on her posh potty. She awaits
her tinkles to arrive. Popwhore is mid-twenties, of German-Welsh
heritage, with a supple and meticulously groomed body. She navigates
the landscape between fashion, politics, music, art direction,
interior design, and economics. She is a pop culture critic,
conservative political columnist, and fashion maven all in one. a
dynamic, sexy, yet sassy heroine. In her most romantic and vulnerable.
She begins to squirt into the toilet. We hear her beautiful composed
voice over the image of her...
Popwhore (v.o.)
Obviously I'm a Leo. Can't you tell?
It's always best to pretend people
are watching.
Without people watching there would
be nothing.
She has finished peeing, the last drips off of her wonderful pussy
lips drip into the toilet. She orderly reaches for the Charmin Ultra
and wipes, as she stands up we see a shot of her lovely ass. She walks
to an adjacent room.
She sits at her desk, in her Phillipe Starck chair with her foot
arched onto the desk.... An image flickers on her Ibook. Her
blackberry positioned on the desk rings. She answers it. A mysterious
smooth and well known voice MR. XXX on the other line....The voice of
a lobbyist, politician, entrepreneur, or all three.
POPWHORE
Hello.
MR. XXX
Popwhore?
POPWHORE
Who is this?
MR. XXX
You know who this is. Recently divorced looking
for an excellent evening. Are you available?
POPWHORE
I normally require advance planning,
and even if I wanted to see you Mr. X
I'm leaving on a plane this
evening. I'm a busy girl, London Soho
Calling.
MR. XXX
Your adverts are very naughty. They make me
want to stroke my catholic cock.
POPWHORE
I try to do my best. I think you'll be
more entertained by the novel. It's a cross between
Dante's Inferno, Shopaholic, and Annie Hall. Add
in a bit of Penthouse Letter's to that and you have
the makings of a really good collections letter or
a best seller.
MR. XXX
Ahh Collections, I wouldn't know about that. I just
build buildings. Your voice is lovely.
POPWHORE
I understand the irony of it all.
I'm not a chanteuse, but if were I'd make love songs they'd be love
songs to make girls eat pussy and
suck cock. What I liked about the Aviator was
the execution.
MR. XXX
Did you hear that Adelphia is now broadcasting
hardcore porn?
POPWHORE
Well it's too bad you have Comcast. My waspy
pink asshole could now be seen being Inter racially gang banged by the
likes of Mr. Marcus and Lexington Steele.
That leaves me with a bit of a smile on my face.
MR. XXX
Your ass is so beautiful. I'd wish i were licking it right
now.
POPWHORE
You'd like that... tell me how nasty I'm am...
MR. XXX
So fucking nasty. Prose about
bitches eating assholes and pissing
on executive's faces.
cut to:
INT. Hotel Room- NYC -a stylish popwhore lays upright her
hair against the plush headboard, interlocked with her liberal
elitist client Elliot who called her initially to complain about the
pompousness of the state of the union address, and decided to spare
himself the pity and fly Popwhore 3,000 miles to indulge him in a
round of venting.
They disengage from a session of liberal consultation cuddling and she
slinks over to a chair and puts her foot on the table. You can see up her
skirt and see her luscious pussy lips pervading through her panties.
She's spreads her lips with her fingers and slides a one finger in.
ELLIOT
I'm so glad I flew you out here.
POPWHORE
You're just bitter that you still have the
Kerry/Edwards sticker in your window.
Really Elliot, it's getting quite ridiculous.
ELLIOT
What about Haliburton?
Popwhore strokes her clit and arches her back, her wetness growing,
she moves slowly for Elliot, blinded by the power of their
conversation.
POPWHORE
Haliburton turns me on. Throbbing military
contracts, misappropriation of funds. A former
CEO named Dick, what isn't there to love....
Popwhore inserts two fingers, Eliott's desire is growing, he collapses
onto his knees and begins to devour her beautiful pink pussy. Tasting
her sweetness and bringing her closer to orgasm...
Elliot inserts fingers watching them disappear into her beautiful
pussy... On the bed now, Popwhore sits on his face and guides his
tongue onto her smooth pink asshole..
Elliot
I want to eat your fucking asshole....I want to fuck
your ass, you're so fucking hot... ughhh
cut to:
Your computer 2005, to paraphrase Sigmund Freud's guide to business
the ball is in your court...
Make your own movie with Popwhore
©2005 Popwhore LLC.
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