Bad Guy Swiftly Gone SOUR

Billie Eilish rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time tonight, her minor migraine growing more and more fierce every second the stereo blasted its pounding synth beat. She sat slumped in a corner, rubbing her temples and aimlessly scrolling through her contacts, praying there was someone here tonight who would make this stupid party her label begged her to go to worth it.

Ariana? Billie was pretty sure she had seen her bumping it upstairs, but, as much as she would forever cherish one of her earliest conquests, she wasn't sure if she was in the mood to deal with someone so relentlessly kinky.

Demi? They were definitely lurking amidst the crowd, but Billie had already used them on-and-off all throughout this past week, and as much as she loved hammering that incomparably gorgeous enormous booty, a little variety would be nice.

Selena? Maybe she was somewhere around here, but it was never a guarantee that she'd actually say yes and bend over.

Taylor? That was a promising name, as any time Billie managed to get her hands on the music industry game changer, she was greeted with unparalleled submission. The question was--had T-Swizzle even bothered to show up to this inanity?

No sooner had Billie started casually typing a thirst text to send Taylor's way than she felt an abrupt tap on her shoulder, startling her enough to nearly knock her out of her chair. She promptly turned around to shoot daggers at the perpetrator before softening her expression once she saw who was standing there.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" A vaguely familiar brunette profusely apologized, emphatically accentuating her point with a kind of raw theatricality, this young girl shot out of a cannon like a living cappuccino. "I, um, I, hi, I just wanted to introduce myself."

Overwhelmed by this personified sugar rush, Billie merely mumbled, "Oh, uh, yo."

"So...umm...how about I just start over?" This vibrant ball of energy nervously chuckled before continuing. "Hi! I'm Olivia Rodrigo. Absolutely in love with what you do! Like, I'm actually obsessed with you and your music."

"Well, thanks. Means a lot." Billie lied, internally gritting her teeth as she yearned to finish her text and actually get some action at this godforsaken dump. "Your stuff seems chill too."

"Aw, really? Thanks!" Olivia squeed, another nervous chuckle flying out from her lips. "If you're interested, I'd...um...I'd love to collab with you on something...like literally anything."

"Yeah, maybe." Billie shrugged, her attention slowly drifting back to her phone.

"Actually..." Olivia remained undeterred. "If you have some time right now, I have a project I've been working on that I'd totally love to show you."

"Yeah, I'm kinda busy." Billie tersely replied. "Maybe next time."

"Oh, okay, yeah, I get it." Olivia smiled through the pain before anxiously biting her lip. "Well, it was so nice to meet you anyway!"

"Yep. You too." Billie half-heartedly responded.

"And...if you...uh...change your mind..." Olivia added. "I'll be...uh...up in the bedroom..um.. waiting...okbye!"

With that, Olivia was gone, and Billie was left momentarily dumbfounded. Was that some pisspoor attempt at seducing her?! No way! That girl felt like the first Google result for 'typical straight chick'. However, Billie's curiosity began to consume her, wondering if a piece of fresh meat had just fallen into her lap. She had her eyes set on Taylor for this evening, but there was something to be said for making sure an up-and-comer was put in her place.

Besides, if Olivia really was into women, then there was no way she wasn't a complete and utter bottom for them through and through. In fact, there was a good chance Olivia could prove to be one of Billie's easiest prizes to lay claim to. Hell, maybe she could even sweeten the deal and throw Taylor into the mix, showing this newbie just exactly what she did to other women in this industry before effortlessly owning Olivia as well.

Deciding to throw caution to the wind, Billie made her way over to the spiral glass staircase towards the other side of the room, ready to have some fun one way or another, whether it be with Olivia or Taylor or both. Sadly, once the "Ocean Eyes" singer reached the second floor, it was patently obvious how inexperienced Olivia was, as she hadn't bothered to specify which bedroom.

Thus, it took one walking in on Halsey and Ava Max in a 69 and one stumbling upon Zendaya pounding Miley Cyrus from behind with a 10 inch strap-on before she finally arrived at the right room, finding her potential prey sprawled out on the bed, her ruby red dress riding up ever so slightly. Olivia looked up and practically leapt off of the bed, overjoyed an artist she looked up to was giving her the time of day.

"You actually came!" Olivia grinned so hard her cheeks hurt. "I can't believe it!"

"Yeah, figured I could carve out a little time for you." Billie nonchalantly responded. "What'd you want to show me?"

"Well, it's just...I...um...I know..." Olivia paused, taking a second to catch her breath. "I...I've heard what happens at these kinds of parties. And--"

"And you want me to fuck your brains out?" Billie bluntly interrupted, wanting to just get on with it.

"I mean, I wouldn't say it like that." Olivia laughed. "I'm just...I'm a little bit curious."

"Well then, relax, girl." Billie smirked, slowly unzipping her tight fitting black dress. "And let me help put some of that curiosity to rest."

The newly christened blonde bombshell had branched out her wardrobe after radically changing her look. Gone were the baggy clothes of yore, as the moody lyricist now wore a sinful satin dress that clung to her every curve. That sight in and of itself was fairly mesmerizing, so seeing the international pop sensation slip out of that outfit was truly breathtaking, especially as she revealed her mouthwatering D-Cup breasts, a visual made even better once she tossed her silky black bra aside onto the floor, showing off those knockout knockers in all their naked glory.

Elevating this evening further, Billie removed the remaining barrier to her bare body, sliding down her beautiful lace panties to uncover her hot and hairless honeypot, that front hole already dripping with desire.

That wasn't the only thing dripping, as Olivia could feel saliva dribbling out of her mouth, the "driver's license" singer quite literally drooling over this woman's voluptuous body. She then just sat there in silent wonder for several minutes more, before finally gaining her composure enough to say a few words.

"Wow." Olivia breathlessly remarked. "This..is...insane."

"I take it you like what you see." Billie smirked, giving a playful wink and twirl--she had Olivia right where she wanted her.

"Um, yes!" Olivia confirmed, becoming more enthusiastic as she watched Billie spin around. "Like a thousand times yes."

"Glad to hear it." Billie genuinely chuckled, this girl's unwavering positivity surprisingly growing on her. "So, why don't you show me what you're working with?"

Olivia lowered her gaze to the floor, seemingly getting cold feet all of a sudden as she murmured, "I...I don't know."

"Ah, come on." Eilish egged on.

"It's...it's not gonna be as good as you." Olivia sadly said.

"Oh, fuck that. Don't sell yourself short." Billie encouraged, impatience starting to gnaw at her.

"I...I'm just not sure." Olivia blushed.

Start stripping so I can text Taylor Swift and then fuck her in front of you is what Billie wanted to say but she was just barely able to control herself. However, she did wonder whether telling Olivia about Taylor's (hopefully) imminent arrival would motivate her to take the next step, given what a little fangirl she was.

"You know, I might have a special guest on the way for us if you ever play ball." Billie teased.

Successfully piquing her interest, Olivia responded, "Ooh, who?"

With a grin, Billie leaned forward and whispered that jaw dropping name into Olivia's ear, predictably sending shock waves through the new superstar in an instant.

"NO WAY!" Olivia gasped. "You really think you can get Taylor here?!"

"Nah, not think." Billie corrected. " Know. "

"Ok...ok...I'll budge." Olivia giggled then gulped, her hands anxiously shaking as she began to take her dress off.

Olivia's apparent freshness to this sordid world was immediately evident to Eilish as she offered what may have been the most nervous striptease Billie had ever laid witness to, the popular young starlet seemingly self-conscious every step of the way. Each one of those shiny red straps gradually slid off her shoulders, Olivia working hard to unzip this dress from the back.

After what felt like hours, that dress dropped down to the ground, Olivia timidly wringing her hands together as she stood clad in nothing more than her skivvies. Receiving a stern nod from Eilish, Olivia dutifully and beautifully did what was expected of her, cautiously disposing of her angelic white bra. She then removed her cotton panties not long after, at long last putting her body on full display.

While she wasn't as well endowed as her fellow angsty teen icon, she still proved to be intoxicating through her sheer adorable nerves, sheepishly running her fingers through her sleek and luscious hair. Yet somehow, that captivating infectious smile never left her face, radiating unending optimism even as she navigated what appeared to be new terrain for her.

Eyeing her soon-to-be pet, Billie cheeked, "Now was that so hard?"

"I guess not." Olivia admitted. "Did...did I do it right?"

"Trust me, dude. You were perfect." Billie licked her lips, somehow striking a balance between complimentary and predatory as she inched closer to the Disney starlet, pulling her into a rather rough kiss.

Though momentarily taken aback, Olivia quickly matched Eilish's energy, wrapping her arms around the slightly older woman's neck. Her soft hands took a light grip of Billie's blonde locks, pushing her forward, consequently making this beautiful sloppy kiss even deeper. Getting more daring after that, Olivia forcefully moved her tongue inside the seven time Grammy winner's mouth, catching her off guard.

However, Billie was no stranger to using her own wickedly long tongue and thus, she playfully fought back, tongue wrestling this brand new chart topper. Much to her shock, Olivia didn't just instantly acquiesce and instead actually offered up a challenge, a challenge Eilish found increasingly hard to overcome. In fact, as their two tongues tousled, Olivia came dangerously close to assuming control on multiple occasions, Billie just barely able to stave off this rising star. Still, they were never able to truly branch out beyond a stalemate, Olivia unexpectedly holding her own every second their moist muscles danced back and forth.

But her boldness didn't stop there, as Olivia went the extra mile of eagerly exploring Eilish's eye-catching body. Like many of the lovers that came Billie's way, Olivia's hands soon found their way straight to Billie's chest, her fingers kneading the blonde's big round areolas while her thumbs tweaked those diamond-cutter nipples, sending sensational waves of pleasure all throughout Billie's simply vivacious curvaceous body. Olivia honed in on those ravishing rosy peaks, laser focused on making Billie feel the best she could.

She then seemed unable to let go of these incredible breasts, almost as if she was stuck in a trance, hypnotized by the prepossessing power of these supple D-Cups. Eventually, Olivia's unfiltered joy was funneled into a much more feral state, the fresh-on-the-scene superstar so enamored with that glamorous bust that she pulled her lips away from Billie's and moved her head downwards, planting her face right in between those top-tier tits and feverishly motorboating them to her heart's content.

Surprised by this sudden shift, Billie couldn't help but laugh, grateful for her fellow singer-songwriter's inexorable adoration.

"Damn, guess you weren't playing when you said you liked what you saw, huh?" Billie laughed as she stroked Olivia's long flowing dark brown locks, trying to hide just how aroused she was. After all, she didn't want to inflate Rodrigo's ego too much.

In that moment, it wasn't a given that Olivia would have even noticed any extra elated cries from Eilish, the animated brunette wholly consumed by this unfathomably alluring rack, wrapping her mouth around Billie's erect left nipple and darting her tongue over that rock hard surface. Each moment of her frantic sucking sent sweeping surges of ecstasy straight to Billie's swollen clit, her already soaked sex getting wetter with every passing second.

Truthfully, Billie typically preferred her pets to provide her with a little bit more buildup but Rodrigo's ravenousness enraptured the "bad guy" singer enough that she didn't mind the HSMTMTS actress's unparalleled elation when it came to giving her buxom bosom the respect it deserved--especially once she moved over to that mountainous right mound and demonstrated the same level of jubilee she had shown when faced with the left, swirling her tongue around that nubile nip like it was a lollipop.

Billie let Olivia indulge herself for the next several minutes and soon discovered it was impossible to prevent the raucous wild moans that yearned to fly free from her trembling lips. Deciding to no longer fight her impulses, Billie let out a steady stream of gasps and wails, letting her libido do the talking for the duration of Olivia's sensational suckling. However, while Rodrigo put everything she had into this tireless tit tasting, she unfortunately couldn't keep it up forever, taking a second to catch her breath. No sooner had Olivia moved her head away than did Billie push her down to her knees, Eilish's unbridled lust now firmly calling the shots.

Looking up at the somewhat more seasoned popstar with curious questioning eyes, Olivia instinctively apologized, "Sorry! I just got a little carried away."

Rolling her eyes, Billie reassured, "Chill out. You were fine. But now, I need that talented mouth of yours elsewhere."

Leaving no room for ambiguity, Billie then rubbed her hand over her wet snatch, a low bellow bursting from her lips as she went so far as to briefly push a finger inside her snatch.

"So iconic." Olivia whispered in humble appreciation, salivating at the thought of sampling this sugary honeypot.

"Mm, think you're up to this task, baby girl?" Billie raised an eyebrow after drawing her hand away from her drenched cunt.

"Not think. Know." Olivia smiled from ear to ear as she echoed Billie's words from earlier. "But...but maybe we could work together a bit more?"

"I don't follow." Billie frowned, not sure whether she'd like where this was headed.

"It's just...you know..." Olivia felt her face flush red again. "I'm kinda wet too."

"So?" Billie sharpened her tone, seeing an opening to assert herself.

"So..." Olivia spoke cautiously. "...Maybe we could both put our tongues to good use."

"Ah, I see. The classic sixty-nine. Nice." Billie chuckled. "Not my style though."

Billie was pretty sure she could pinpoint the exact moment Olivia's heart broke, the poor former Disney Channel actress sporting the saddest puppy dog eyes imaginable as she dejectedly looked up at Eilish. Worse, she wasn't moving a muscle, too put off by this denial to continue.

Starting to regret her decision and actually feeling genuinely guilty for it, Billie sighed. She hated giving a sub any ground, but she supposed she could make an exception one night and one night only.

"Fine." Billie grumbled. "You scratch my back, I scratch yours, or some shit. I get it. But don't expect me to do this again."

"Of course!" Olivia pledged, flashing a 'scout's honor' salute with her fingers, before adding. "And thank you! Thank you, thank you!"

Unconventionally expressing her gratitude, Olivia reached forward and gave a greedy grope to Billie's ample ass, totally taking the alt pop personality by surprise.

"Hey, the fuck?" Billie jumped back, squinting her eyes at this overnight success story.

"Sorryyyy." Olivia reeled her hands back. "It just felt..right?"

"Hmm, a little friskier than I thought." Billie cocked her head, contemplating. "I like it...Now, get down on the bed."

Rodrigo meekly nodded and complied, laying down with baited breath. Billie bit her lip and gave a quick saucy wink, then stopped making the beautiful brunette wait as she crawled on top of the bed and lowered her twat down onto Olivia's radiant face, then stuck her own head in between Rodrigo's legs.

Oddly enough, Olivia didn't target her cunt with the same ardent energy she attacked those massive melons, instead brushing her soft and smooth tongue against Billie's sopping muff at a snail's pace and doing her best to avoid Billie's engorged clit entirely, letting her pink tongue linger over every inch of the emotional firebrand's folds. Surprised by Rodrigo's restraint, the nineteen year old tried her best to match this unanticipated tempo, but that proved rather difficult, as Eilish discovered how truly intoxicating Olivia's snatch was.

Yes, Billie liked some build-up, but Olivia had already shown she had no problem diving headfirst into intensity, so why wasn't she gobbling away at Billie's pretty little pussy right from the start? Why begin demonstrating self-control now?

Billie figured she had to just roll with it, even as every ounce of her soul was screaming at her to give Olivia's delicious honeypot everything she had. But if she was going to have to hold back, she decided she could still have fun while doing it.

Teasing the tease, Bille traced Olivia's clit with her wickedly long tongue, cautious to never make any contact with that swollen sweet spot. If there was ever a tactic that would jettison Olivia into second gear, it should be this one. Frustratingly, however, Olivia remained unphased, still greeting Billie's sloppy slippery cunt with the same plodding pace.

It took the whole of Billie's willpower to not bite Olivia's head off, the Rubenesque musician doing her best to merely stay focused on dishing this same level of a slow start right back to Rodrigo. But as the clock ticked by, Billie became restless, needing something more substantial from this up-and-comer.

Choosing to carve out her own path to pleasure, Billie animalistically grinded her needy box against Olivia's face, overwhelming the poor blossoming starlet.

Doing what she could to rein in the accomplished curvy singer, Olivia reached up and grabbed onto her gyrating hips, using all of her upper body strength to position Billie back on the center of her face. She just barely succeeded and subsequently took another tight hold of that meaty backside, keeping Billie firmly in place. She then repeatedly squeezed that perfect pert behind, drawing the ire of Eilish once more.

In fact, it jolted Billie enough to cause her to pull herself away from that spellbinding honeypot, the blonde bombshell growling out, "What the hell are you--OHHH!!!"

Out of nowhere, Olivia at last upped the anté, sticking her tongue upwards into the other artist's hot hole, thrusting that moist muscle in and out Eilish's entrancing entrance. Through forcefully grabbing that phat ass, the marginally younger woman was able to make Billie's euphoria that much more intense, heightening all of the mind-bending feelings flowing through her. The welcoming warmth spreading across her seductive shapely figure was further amplified once Olivia sped up the proceedings, moving a mile a minute in and out of that bewitching front tunnel.

Billie was pretty sure she could've cum right then and there, but she did all she could to prevent her dam from bursting, not wanting her incoming conquest to get the wrong idea about her stamina. Sadly for her, the "good 4 u" singer decidedly didn't make it easy on the electropop sensation, maneuvering her tongue over to the brazen beauty's hardened clit and hysterically lapping away.