Baywatch Secrets Ch. 02: Brande's Beauty

The threesome meets the Angel, and it is a hard sell.

4400 words. Tags: baywatch, victoria's secret, stacy kamano, brande roderick, alessandra ambrosio, threesome, ffm, blowjob

This is the second in an open ended "celeb harem" story putting together two of the greatest franchises known to Man, Baywatch and the Victoria's Secret Angels, with guest appearances from everybody's favorite celebs. Outfits and references are based on real life look-books and clips, and, with a 2-3month lag to facilitate research, events happen in real-time.

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The next day, I woke up to a velvety warmth enveloping my sore, soft cock, lubricated by a masterful tongue stroking my foreskin. My eyes jerked open in surprise and I caught a glimpse of the ceiling of Stacy's hotel room - where I had spent the night. I realized what was going on and shut my eyes to pretend I was still sleeping.

As I enjoyed the beginnings of a slow, languorous morning blowjob, I mentally tried to recount what happened: flirty drinks at the bar with my ex-girlfriend and -colleague Stacy Kamano; invitation back to her hotel room under dubious context; the best roleplay striptease I ever had since my acting days; desperate, adolescent making-out after a decade of strained abstinence; watching Victoria's Secret models with her hand on my cock; Stacy taking my aching, throbbing member into her warm mouth, never taking her eyes off me; fucking for two straight hours as we got reacquainted with each other's bodies. I didn't even remember stopping; we must have fallen asleep out of sheer exhaustion.

Beneath it all, Stacy's idea refused to let go of my subconscious mind: a Baywatch reboot done right, infused with hot, new blood, that could not only jolt our careers back to the top but also would inform the cultural and, let's be frank, sexual awakening of a whole new generation of mostly men...

Damn it, playing dead wasn't working. Stacy's alternation between sucking the tip of my cock and taking long licks up and down my shaft was working - I could feel the blood rush in and my member stiffening and beginning to lift off my waist like a phallic zombie reanimated by dark arts. Whatever sorcery that was, Stacy had memorized my spellbook decades ago.

"Ohhh Stace, what are you doing to me??" I groaned, shifting my hips to not-so-subtly shove more of my cock down her throat. That got a muffled hum from down below in response, sending waves of pleasure rolling through me, and her mouth started sliding back and forth on me, now that she knew I was awake and erect.

"Mike, can't you tell that's not me?" My eyes flew open again at the sound of Stacy's voice. Sure enough, my fuckbuddy was lying on her side next to me, buck naked and propped up on one elbow, smiling her trademark smirk while her tanned breasts battled gravity.

"Wha-who..?" I incoherently stammered, and looked down - at the familiar locks of platinum blonde hair currently bobbing up and down on me. The blonde woman brushed her hair back, looked up, and winked, luscious lips staying on my cock the whole time.

"Oh my god, Brande??" Brande Roderick had played Leigh Dyer in the last days of Baywatch just before being named Playmate of the Year. My character, JD, briefly dated her before returning to Kekoa in the Baywatch reunion movie, paralleling our offscreen relationship. Just like Stacy and me, she had really looked after herself and aged like fine wine, but never quite recovered that career peak, although she did do great work on Celebrity Apprentice and had an unforgettable locker room scene in Starsky and Hutch.

Brande paused the blowjob, popping my dick out of her mouth but maintaining a firm grip on my shaft: "Miss me?"

Brande's smile was sexy and infectious - I always loved how her eyes had this way of smiling along with it. "Of course, you look stunning.. but how are you here, naked in my bed right now?"

Stacy giggled and leaned in to kiss me. "I texted her in the middle of the night after you suggested that she might join us. Next thing I know, I wake up to her knocking on the door!"

I looked down at my onetime fling, idly flicking the head of my penis with her tongue. "That's crazy! How did you find us, B?"

Brande shrugged, causing a chain reaction down to her curvaceous butt, wiggling at the edge of our bed. It was a sight to behold.

"Stace always stays here. I just told the concierge I was delivering a surprise present."

"What present?"

The blonde got up on her knees, showing off her famous Playboy body, right down to the little rose tattoo on her bikini line. The morning sun lit up her C cup breasts just like I remembered, and her nipples stood at attention amid huge areolae.

She gestured, somewhat self conscious: "This?"

Having heard enough, I sat up, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close so she straddled me, my raging hard-on pressing against her bellybutton. I kissed her right nipple, then the other, then her neck, and finally those lips.

"Well then, it would be rude not to enjoy my present. Stace, can I get some help in here?"

Wordlessly, Stacy got up and started making out with Brande. It was a beautiful contrast; the fierce brunette Asian girl tenderly kissing the pretty, busty blonde, both stark naked in bed with me. I busied myself alternating between burying my face in Brande's generous breasts and sucking on Stacy's rock hard nipples. The girls were about the same height so I was able to just turn my head and find one mammary or other.

Eventually my hands got busy as well and ran up each of their butts, feeling each one for firmness and inevitably making my way down to play with their pussies from behind. Brande gasped as I flicked her clit with a finger. She breathlessly turned to rain kisses on me as her breathing grew faster with her horniness. She raised her body up a little on her knees, and as we were kissing, Stacy reached over and helped push my cock into Brande's dripping wet pussy.

"Ffffuck!!" Brande exclaimed, as she lowered herself onto my penis, inch by inch. "I forgot how fucking good your dick feels in me. Stace, you've been keeping this to yourself all these years?"

Stacy had moved behind me, and now reached over my legs to fondle Brande's firm ass. Her boobs rubbed up against my back and I realized it'd been over a decade since I'd been in a sandwich threesome with these babes. We were all in our forties now but were fucking like teenagers. With experience.

"Well, I've never had a problem with sharing!" As if to prove her generosity, Stacy suddenly pulled hard on Brande's butt, driving the rest of my length into the horny blonde in one smooth stroke.

"Oh! My! God!" She screamed, and her hips went to work, pumping her pussy up and down my cock, riding me while my Hawaiian lover practically humped my back as she slammed Brande's pussy onto my cock.

Brande closed her eyes and leaned back as she rode me, and I wasted no time in burying my face in her glorious bosom. I remembered closing on a home for Owen Wilson while he was shooting Starsky and Hutch - he would not shut up about Brande's banging body, having no idea that I'd spent most of the last year of Baywatch banging her silly. The customer is always right, right?

"Mmmmh you guys look so fucking tasty, gimme a little taste..." Stacy scooted over behind Brande, her lithe limbs clambering over the tangle of legs on our thankfully large bed. I lay back onto the bed and let myself slowly get hypnotized as Brande Roderick eased into her favorite cowgirl position and her heavy knockers slapped against each other above me like erotic applause.

Stacy bent down and disappeared from view, but what I lost in visual pleasure I more than got back as her deft tongue started flicking my balls and shaft. Brande shuddered and moaned as the tongue entered her alongside my cock, which must have finally tipped her over the edge as she lost all control, grabbing her flapping funbags as she went wild with the stimulation. Sensing she was getting there, I grabbed her hips and thrust mine up and down like a well oiled piston, while Stacy grabbed her fiercely from behind, whispering all sorts of dirty talk.

"Come for us baby, I want to drink your juices!"

Brande screamed as she climaxed, bucking her hips against me as she came all over my cock in waves of release. Fortunately I had been "broken in" last night or I would have shot my load in the writhing Playmate right there and then.

As Brande slowed, Stacy practically shoved her off me and set to work lapping up her cum from my well lubricated cock. I grabbed the brunette's hair and "helped" her as she bobbed her head up and down my length, getting more and more desperate with every stroke. She loved being dominated and turned to absolute putty in my hands.

"Oh fuck", I managed, between breaths, "You girls. Are. So. Good. At. Blowjobs!"

"But who's better?" Brande asked, still recovering from my hard fucking. She leaned over and started sliding her sexy lips up and down my shaft. Stacy saw the setup and switched to doing the same on the other side. My beautiful ladies remembered my favorite oral sex position after all! As the blowjob sandwich moved together, the girls would stop to kiss every now and then; Stacy biting her former rival's lower lip, Brande licking the teeth of her foxy friend.

I wondered what Baywatch fans would think of such a passionate, loving threesome between Leigh Dyer, Kekoa Tanaka, and JD. They'd probably not be too surprised given the reunion movie's script literally had the girls comparing notes on sex with JD. And here it was playing out in front of me, right between my legs.

"You've both gotten so insanely good, I'm gonna need more time to decide!"

Blood had completely drained from my brain at this point and my penis took over. I got up off the bed and went behind Stacy.

"Lick her clit," I commanded, and grabbed Stacy's neck to shove her lips between the thighs I had just fucked. This made Stacy's butt stick up higher in the air, and I guided my cock in to her pussy from behind, while massaging her mound.

Brande squealed as Stacy went to town on her clit, and I eyefucked her intensely as I took long, slow, strokes into Stacy, causing her to dive deeper into the blonde's muff with each stroke. Stacy moaned into Brande's pussy involuntarily as I fucked her doggystyle, turning all of us on even more.

Brande shuddered and came a second time but we did not stop. As I got closer and closer to climax, I went from holding Stacy's hips to pulling her body back up to a full kneeling position, arching her back and leaning on me as I slid my cock in and out of her right at her G spot.

I played with my beautiful ex's tits with my left hand, while my right hand massaged her bald pussy to complement my pumping cock. Stacy was my musical instrument and I played her like a concert musician, able to drive up and down her moans and gasps at will.

"Oh oh oh oh ohohohohohoh fuckfuckfuckkkkkkk YEAAAAARGHHHH!!" Stacy and I moved as one and came as one, Stacy collapsing backward into my arms, and me pumping her full of cum I didn't know I had left. She had said she was on the pill in our fuck sessions the previous night, so I held nothing back and pumped wave after wave of semen. As the last throes of our sexual release subsided, we collapsed in a sweaty heap next to Brande, laughing and kissing each other in pure enjoyment of each other's bodies and the consummation of a long overdue reunion.

"Fuck me, why did we ever split up? We're so good together!"

Stacy kissed me lovingly. "The ratings were down after Hoff left, even Ms. Playmate of the Century here couldn't save the show!"

"I mean, they paired my Leigh character off with Jason and it all went downhill from there..." Actually not a bad choice - Jason Momoa turned out to be the most successful of the Baywatch Hawaii recruits, going on to play tons of roles, from Khal Drogo in Game of Thrones to, most recently, Aquaman in the upcoming Batman v Superman. Stacy even dated him for a couple of years. Though we were still friends, I was pretty jealous of Jason's success.

Brande laughed, an effortlessly sexy, yet pure sound. "Well the show couldn't just be about me or Stacy or Brandy or Krista or whoever else trying to fuck you all the time!"

I shrugged. "I dunno, I'd reckon people would pay to see what we just did!" The girls giggled and slapped me for my cheeky comment.

But there is a grain of truth in every joke, and it niggled at the back of my mind even as I showered up with my pair of gorgeous Baywatch babes.

Then, occasionally interrupted by more smoking hot threeways, we strategized.

The plan that evening was simple. Stacy went to the same yoga class as Alessandra; Brande and I would join them for drinks after. No sense pitching her at home with her fiance and kids around.

There was plenty of groundwork to lay before then. Stacy had sketched out the initial premise, but she'd only ever had acting and modeling experience. It takes so much more to make a show happen in La-La Land - you needed people with production and writing experience, strong ties with everyone from directors to network execs, and the personal draw in Beverly Hills to draw the heavyweight cameos that would make the show light up. And all in 7-8 months in order to make the fall 2016 premiere season.

In short? Baywatch Secrets needed Mike Bergin.

From my early days as part of the original Baywatch cast, to executive producer/writer on Baywatch Hawaii (and consultant for the Hawaiian Wedding reunion movie), to real estate power broker in Beverly Hills, I was not only intimately familiar with household names from Carmen Electra to Jason Momoa, but also the wizards behind the curtains, from Duncan Bryant, the up-and-coming superagent, to Michael Lombardo, the head of programming at HBO who greenlit Game of Thrones.

And I had plans for all of them.

From the moment Brande and I kissed and parted ways outside the W, I was on my phone. No time to lose.

"Hey Sonny? Its Mike Bergin. How's tricks? Good. Nah I don't have a house for you today. Listen, I want to talk a different kind of business with you guys. Can I ask a huge favor? I need to meet with your husband..."

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They were late - Dusk had stretched to night. Brande and I were already a couple drinks in by the time Stacy Kamano and Alessandra Ambrosio walked up to our booth in the bar across Maha Yoga in Brentwood.

It was worth the wait.

Even though both were dressed in tight little yoga numbers, Ale stood out, which is saying something in the company of two Baywatch babes. It wasn't just the obvious height difference - as everyone knows, all Angels are 5'9-5'10, putting Ale a couple inches higher than Brande as we got up to greet them. But there was also that extra *je ne sais quoi* (or the Portuguese equivalent) in the Brazilian supermodel, from the way she smiled as she received my customary pecks on the cheek, to the way she embraced Brande, that oozed warmth, comfort, intelligence, confidence, and thence sex appeal.

I was smitten. No wonder she was the de facto head Angel. This was exactly why we wanted her.

Once we got our cocktails and small talk out of the way, Alessandra was the first to break the ice and talk business.

"So, Stacy says you guys need my Angels?" Ever the consummate leader, even her moderately accented English was nevertheless fully capable of carrying a pointed message: *You are a bunch of has-beens. We don't need you.*

I grinned inwardly. This was going to be fun.

"Well, we think combining Baywatch and VS is going to create the most watched show in the history of television," Brande began. "And you guys are going to sell a ton of bras and bikinis on the show." Starting with the lowball. Thank god we'd prepped a gameplan.

Ale laughed. "Have you -seen- how much we are already selling?" True. Sales at L Brands, Victoria's Secret's parent company, were at all time highs, blowing away all cynics of mall-based retail.

Stacy poked her friend in the waist playfully. "VS is also trying into get into the yoga business, but that's not what you're wearing, are you?"

"Ow! I'll get you back for that! Okay okay, I'm wearing lululemon. So what?"

I let my fingers brush ever so slightly down Alessandra's lower back, coming to rest on the infamous stylized omega logo of the yoga brand. She turned from Stacy to me, and didn't flinch, but I noticed she was breathing just a little bit harder.

"So.. what if these pants had an 'á' on it instead? On our show?" I suggested.

Ale's eyes widened. "Wait... I can wear Ale brand stuff on your show?"

Ale by Alessandra was the fashion line she launched in Spring 2014 in an attempt to capitalize on her personal brand, and someday split from VS. It was a flop. I had never met Alessandra before, but had always followed her career with interest - and had some theories.

In that moment, I knew I had her bang to rights.

What was that question the whizkids up in the Valley are fond of saying now? "What do you know that nobody else knows?" Well, this was Ale's deep, dark secret: Despite being the lead Angel, Alessandra Ambrosio didn't WANT to be an Angel anymore. Shackled by her fame and success, she was doomed to work for the House of Les Wexner until she found some way to break free.

From the far side of the table, Brande saw it too. "No, Ale, that's not what we are saying." Chuckling to Alessandra's look of confusion, she continued, "What we're suggesting is, EVERYONE on the show wears Ale by Alessandra."

"And since I want you as an executive producer on my team, it will be your show too." Half fueled by a sense of turning tables, and half fueled by dumb liquid courage, I reached up and tenderly brushed Ale's hair back behind her ear.

Dilating pupils. Time to go big or go home.

"Look, we've been fans of yours forever. You're also trying to break into Hollywood. What was your role in Casino Royale? Pretty girl #2 or #3? They'll always be happy to drop you in as a cameo but they'll never take you seriously as an actress. We do."

Stacy took Ale's right hand. "This isn't just about you. Think about Rosie. Brooklyn. Kate. All good friends. Where is their acting career now?"

Before I knew what happened, Alessandra leaned over and pecked Stacy on the lips. "You really know me, babe. I'm so amazed." I felt a nudge under the table and exchanged glances with Brande.

"What I don't understand is," Ale continued, "how can you say Baywatch helps models? I mean, Brande came from Playboy, right? No offense..."

Brande shrugged with her trademark uplifting smile. "I came in when Baywatch was dying out anyway. But gals like Pam and Carmen still made it to be real celebrities."

"But you stole the show in Baywatch Hawaii!" I objected hotly. "Nearly stole my heart for good!"

Brande chuckled, kissed me deeply and sighed. "Not good enough to keep you from that minx over there!", nodding at her onetime rival sitting across the booth.

"Wait," Ale interjected, "you guys all dated each other?"

"Why do you ask?" Stacy put her arm around Alessandra and pecked her again. "Jealous?"

Ale grinned, kissed her back. "Angels like sharing too."

INSTANT. FUCKING. ERECTION. WHAT. THE. FUCK.

I tried to remember how to breathe. The table tilted ever so slightly, giving the tiniest creak.

Ale looked sideways at me, and without hesitation, the Brazilian beauty reached out and wrapped her left hand around my hard-on. Her engagement ring twinkled between my thighs as she felt my girth.

"So Stace, Mike must be that fuckbuddy you keep telling me about?" Dammit, I had no idea how sexy it would be to hear Alessandra Ambrosio say the f word in that exotic accent. While fondling my cock.