Money Mella Goes Hollywood

Ari begrudgingly nodded her head in agreement with the sourest of expressions. "I'm pretty sure they're more than just rumors."

"Right, exactly my point. Yet, here you are, the prude of the party," Mella poked before scoffing and adding, "Taylor would NEVER."

"I'm not a prude!" Ari childishly denied. "I'm just not a lesbian! And if I was, I'd be way better than Taylor! I mean, I'm already way hotter, and a better singer."

"Ah yes, the rule of thirds. Of course, it means nothing if you don't prove it," Mella assured before suggesting, "You know, if Taylor were here, I bet she'd prove it. She'd show why she's always been pop's number one star and not number two...."

Ariana's expression soured again before completely devolving as Mella poked, adding in, "Like you."

The room fell silent for several awkward seconds while Ariana processed what she'd just been told, before finally breaking the stillness and, unsurprisingly, freaking out in the process. "WHAT!?" She shouted, aghast at the mere suggestion that someone, anyone other than her could be the #1 pop-star in the world. Even if, in reality, Tay and Ari were 1A and 1B when it came to topping the charts, in Grande's mind, there was only her, high atop her pedestal while everyone else existed on a plane below.

"Nope! I didn't hear that. There's no way I heard it, because nobody would ever say that Taylor fucking-failed-country-sensation Swift is better than me? Me?!" Ari ranted, her egotistical, alcohol-fueled mind somehow removed from the fact she was still very much in the spanking position across Carmella's lap. Though this time, The Princess of Staten Island didn't punish the uppity little bitch. Instead, she offered a single suggestion, a chance to test her theory.

"Then, prove it."

Just like that, Ariana had fallen for Mella's trap, caught hook, line, and sinker.

"Alright, fine!" She begrudgingly agreed, finally succumbing to The Fabulous Diva's will. "But, you better keep up your end of the bargain. I don't need to get revenge or anything like that. Just give me my money and get the fuck out of my room."

Mella smiled, finally removing her hands from Ari's body, allowing the singer to crawl out of her lap. "Ditto, Pop-Bitch. I'll keep mine, so long as you keep yours."

"And you can stop calling me, Pop-Bitch! I mean, hello, I'm Ariana? I have range? I can dominate every genre if I want to! And regardless, you know my name, so use it, just like all of my loyal worshipers. Goddess Grande, Mommy Ari, either will do," Ari commanded sternly as she found her way to her knees, officially kneeling before the fastest-rising top in WWE history.

"Oh, shut up and lick my cunt already...Pop-Bitch!" Carmella growled, spreading her legs to reveal a pair of silky black undergarments, inconveniently guarding her sexy bits. Nothing to be too bothered by though, Mella hiking up her tight mini-dress. "What are you waiting for? Get to work."

Ari scowled, both from the double-demand and the mention of Mella's pet-name for her. "God, I can't wait to prove you wrong," She proclaimed before removing what was left of her bodysuit and the bra that laid underneath, revealing her perky little boobs. The incredibly high-heeled, thigh high boots were next and, once they were gone, Ariana hesitantly reached forward, taking each side of Mella's thong into her hands and slowly pulling them down those smooth, toned legs, past her Air Jordans and, eventually, off her body completely, giving Grande her first, up close look at another woman's pussy.

Grande stopped and stared momentarily, a combination of cautious, nervous and, subconsciously, a little excited. But that hesitation didn't go unnoticed by The Money Mistress, who rolled her eyes and ordered, "Hurry up and eat already!" To help emphasize her words, Carmella adjusted her seating position, relaxing back, slouching so drastically that she was practically laying on the couch cushions, and removing the need for Ariana to lean forward. There, mere inches away from her pretty face, was Carmella's womanhood, far wetter than it had any right to be.

Still, Ariana hesitated, stopping to look up into Carmella's eyes. Those peepers burned with a ferocity that silently reiterated her previous demand and thus, left Ariana with nowhere to go but straight. Straight into that box, and straight into the unknown world of lesbian sex. There's gotta be some reason why dabbling in girl-on-girl action is so popular nowadays, right? Why all those rumors about Taylor, among other girls, had become ubiquitous. As she took a deep breath and stuck out her tongue, Pop-Bitch was about to get answers to both of those questions.

Several tense seconds passed in between the moment where Ari readied herself and her tongue finally came in contact with Mella's cunt, The Princess taking her own sweet time to take in the experience before getting her first taste of feminine flavor. Allowing the aroma to waft, watching how that slit reacted the closer she got. And when she finally did press her tongue against that box and got that inaugural taste, unsurprisingly, the first didn't act as the last for very longue.

Immediately, Ariana's senses became overwhelmed, bombarded and brutalized by the combination of the pungent smell and sweet taste. It was unlike anything she'd ever tasted before. A strange, quaint flavor; Ari just had to get another sample. She licked Carmella's cunt again, The Money Mistress letting out the softest of moans. Nope, she wasn't dreaming, the second lick confirmed it! Much to her own surprise, Ariana didn't find herself hating the taste of Mella's pussy.

Now, would Ari admit to liking the taste, or even claim to tolerate it? No, of course not! Because in her precious little intoxicated mind, only she, Goddess Grande, holy deity of all pophead simps, could possibly be right. And even though her body wasn't complying, Ariana's consciousness was still focused on getting Mella the fuck out of her hotel room ASAP.

Hell, maybe if everything goes right, she could still salvage a nice rest period with the remainder of her break from touring. Obviously wishful thinking, considering Ariana would probably find herself thinking about this night and Carmella's revelation about the girls from WWE for quite some time, even if she managed to win their little wager. Which, at the moment, already looked out of her hands.

Without noticing, Ariana had continued to softly lick Carmella's cat, slowly lapping away as her mind wandered. It wasn't until The Staten Island Princess spoke up that Grande snapped out of her pussy-induced trance. "Mmmm-you like my pussy don't y-you, Ari?" A simple question which, thanks to that thick New York accent bringing Ariana back to her senses, she was able to answer.

Ari pulled her face from that mound long enough to fire back, "Nuh-uh," before hampering her own point by returning from once she came.

"Ah...ah, that's not w-what your tongue says..." Mella poked, the pleasure really beginning to sink in. Though, any and all forms of bliss came second to the high Carmella got from the simple fact that Ariana Grande...Ariana fucking Grande of all people, was growing more and more comfortable with eating her pussy. The Grammy award-winning, chart-topping superstar reduced to nothing more than a progressively enthusiastic rug-munching bitch. Knowing that she, the most-money female superstar in all of WWE, made it happen? There was no greater feeling.

That was, of course, until later. Later, with Ari bent over, pulling those perfectly tight ass cheeks apart for Mama Mella. Taking that booty would be second to none but for now, feeling one of the world's most-famous mouths going to work was hard to top. Especially considering that with each passing second, Ari grew more comfortable with her task. More comfortable and, in turn, more enthusiastic. With that comfortability and enthusiasm came an increase in speed, as well, Ari flicking her tongue up, down, and all around Money Mella's pretty kitty and, unsurprisingly, eliciting a FABULOUS reaction, too.

"Mmmm....mmm-fuck, you're n-not really convincin' me, bitch," Carmella pointed out and, honestly, it was an extremely valid assessment. Would Ariana really be so eagerly and enthusiastically tonguing that cunt if she didn't like it? Well, she'd already come to terms with the fact that another woman's pussy wasn't completely repulsive, for starters. But that was right out of the gate. Several minutes later? It was getting way harder to deny. Strange? A little, for sure, and definitely unfamiliar, but Ariana really slotted into a groove the longer she stayed between Mella's legs. And while she still had her reservations, it hardly had an effect on her overall performance because, all things considered, Ariana was putting on an oral show!

The Pop and R&B Princess was showing her mouth was good for more than just singing. Ari proved to be a great little rug-muncher, especially considering that this was her first at-bat, per se. The first time she'd ever pleasured another woman before and, unsurprisingly, she was hitting it out of the park. Now, Carmella just needed her to admit that she was enjoying herself.

"Go on, Ari...tell me," Carmella lustfully ordered, the pleasure seeping into each of her muscles and tendons. "Why fight it? Y-You know you l-love my cunt!"

Popping her head up from Mella's crotch, Ari begged, "Please, shut up," before licking her lips and diving back in for more. Denying it failed to both help her case or stop Mella from pressing forward. Especially since her reply was hardly a denial at all. Rather, it was her chances of winning offering up one final gambit, one last, desperate plea for mercy. But Mella wasn't exactly keen on mercy...not with this bitch's ass so close to her grasp.

"Tell you what, Pop-Bitch...admit you love it and...love making me feel sooooooo good, and I'll make y-you feel even better!"

Even better? Was that even possible? Carmella was already squirming like an earthworm, evidence that The Fabulous Diva was experiencing a great deal of pleasure as it was. Needless to say, Ariana wasn't exactly sold on the idea that Carmella was capable of providing an even greater wealth of bliss. But, she was definitely interested...even if it meant finally admitting defeat.

Pulling her head from that crotch, Ari begrudgingly confessed, "Alright, fine. I like it, okay?"

"Mmmm...do you, now?" Carmella purred, stroking Ari's hair as her heart pumped. "Say it again. I wanna hear Ariana Grande say she loves my pussy again."

Ariana scowled and shook her head. "I didn't want to say it once, I'm not saying it again," Grande assured. Carmella was sure that, in time, Ari would jump at the chance to say whatever her Money Mistress wanted to hear but, now wasn't that time. This "piece of meat" still needed a bit of seasoning and that was okay. In time.

"Have it your way," Carmella conceded before shoving Ari's face back into her crotch. "Now hurry up and make me cum!"

Ariana struggled against Mella's will but, just like during the spanking, her defiance was useless; Carmella was just too strong. With nowhere else to go, Ari succumbed to the small but incessant desire to keep eating that cunt. What had Carmella said: "make her cum?" Ariana wasn't sure if there was an exact science when it came to doing that or not, but what she'd been doing before seemed to work pretty well. So, why not go back to the well? bringing other girls to climax. Actually, she wasn't even sure if she'd been eating Mella's pussy "correctly". But, Carmella seemed to be reacting well enough before so, why not go back to what was working?

So, Ariana started flicking her tongue again, while sucking and slurping that cunt like a madwoman. That, combined with The Money Mistress grinding her crotch into Grande's face quickly took Mella from the brink to up and over the edge. A few staggered breaths and guttural moans and voila! Mella was cumming her brains out, those "brains" immediately soaking one of the most famous and recognizable faces the world over.

Immediately, Ariana backed away, startled by her first taste of girlcum; what hadn't stained her face forced its way into her mouth. Mella was too deep to keep Ari held down, meaning instead of powering through what easily could've been two or maybe even three orgasms from the little rug munching prodigy would only be one. One, lone orgasm. Damn shame but, if all goes according to plan, Ari's first time servicing her Money Mistress wouldn't be her last.

"Y-You're lucky...I...let you go," Carmella threatened, her breaths still short and heavy as she came down from high.

"I'm not lucky at all!" Ariana argued, aggressively cleansing her gorgeous face with her forearm. "If I was, I wouldn't be stuck in this hell!"

"What...hell?"

Ariana rolled her eyes. "Is that a serious question? Obviously all of this lesbian sex shit!"

"You mean...the thing you admitted liking?" Carmella asked, Ariana immediately covering her mouth in shock. "Oh yeah, you forgot about that little detail, didn't cha, Pop-Bitch?"

"Stop calling me Pop-Bitch!" Ari spurted out.

"Shut up and answer the question, Pop-Bitch!" Carmella quickly dismissed, testing herself by stirring, beginning the slow process of rising to her feet, cute little Ariana still on her knees.

After thinking for a second, Grande rebutted, "How do you know I wasn't lying, huh?" A fair assessment; Carmella couldn't really be sure if Ariana was telling the truth or just saying whatever The Fabulous One wanted to hear. But, there was one little wrench that Ariana, unfortunately, was throwing into her own argument.

"That," Carmella responded, pointing to the ground below her, directly where Ariana had been kneeling throughout her first oral experience. A stain on the white carpet floor, the accumulation of The Dangerous Woman's growing lust. "Oh, by the way, you dropped all your pussy juice on the floor."

"That's not funny," Ariana blushed, turning her head in shame.

"Hey, hey, don't worry," Carmella consoled, drawing closer. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's natural for a weak little bitch like you to get all wet when worshiping a superior woman like me."

"Huh? Weak? I'm...I'm not weak," Ariana attempted to argue but, unfortunately, didn't seem very convincing, especially since she was still facing away, refusing to look Mella in the eye. Mella, looking to fix that issue by dropping to her knees, seized Ari's face, turning it and forcing their eyes to meet.

"You mean, like when I locked you up and no matter how hard you squirmed, you couldn't break free? Or, maybe laying across my lap and getting that adorable little butt of yours spanked over and over was a sign of how strong you really are. That's it, right? Or, was it when I talked you into licking my cunt and, in turn, had you desperate for the same treatment?"

Ariana stayed silent. She didn't argue, she didn't fight back. Hell, Ari didn't even try to push Mella's hand away from her money-maker. All facts that Carmella absolutely reveled in.

"Yeah, my mistake. You're not weak," Mella sarcastically confirmed. "You're a strong little bitch. So, why don't you show me how strong...you...ARE!" Mella's final line coincided with a rough shove that forced pop's princess onto her back. And, in turn, had her scrambling for answers as The Money Mistress looked primed to make a move.

"Wha...what are you doing?!" Ari asked cautiously, unable to stop Mella in any way, shape, or form.

"Oh relax, already, Ari. I'm just doing what we already agreed on," Carmella confirmed, but Ari was still skeptical.

"And what was that?"

"The part where I promised to make you feel just as good as you made me feel? That whole thing we went through? Is your brain really full of THAT MUCH hot air?"

Ari blushed again; she couldn't believe she'd forgotten something that had only been discussed a few moments ago. But, at least she had an excuse. "No, I've just had a little too much to drink! That's all!"

"Yeesh! Thank God you're not a blonde, you'd be even dumber," Mella joked, caressing Ari's smooth, tan legs, the pair of stems gorgeously toned from her years of dancing despite her petite stature.

"B-But you're blonde," Ariana pointed out.

"Yes, but I'm not dumb, now am I?" Carmella argued.

"Well, neither am I!" Ariana argued back, leading The Money Mistress to burst out laughing, something that Grande didn't take kindly to. "What? I'm not dumb! Seriously, I'm not!"

"Ahh...oh, you're dumb, alright," Mella assured, coming out of her short laughing fit and taking hold of Pop-Bitch's legs. "If you weren't, you'd drop the act and fully submit to me, already. But, rest assured, my precious little Pop-Bitch...you'll understand your place soon enough. For now...."

Mella's words trailed as she lifted Ari's legs high, keeping them spread and, most importantly, giving herself access to that superstar cunt. "Just sit back and let Money Mella work her magic, m'kay?"

Ariana rolled her eyes but, ultimately, obeyed and kept her mouth shut. After all, this promised to be the least punishing task of the night, a silver lining of the smallest regard for a completely straight woman but, a silver lining nonetheless. Whatever the case, whatever the result of Carmella's promise, getting eaten out couldn't possibly be worse than getting her butt spanked over and over. Nor could the act of giving feel better than receiving. Regardless, this promised to be the most fun Ariana had since this "meet and greet" began.

"Oh yeah," Mella added, interrupting Ari's thought process. "Try not to cum too quickly. Got it?"

Ariana nonchalantly nodded in agreement and thus, Mella was off, The Staten Island Princess diving face-first into that billion-dollar pussy, her mouth frothing from The Dangerous Woman's heavenly, feminine scent. The smell, so delicious...exactly what Carmella had pictured Ari's womanhood would smell like. As eager as she was to devour that tiny cunt, she couldn't help but take a second and "smell the roses" per se; she was about to go down on one of the hottest, most-famous girls in the Western hemisphere, might as well take her time and enjoy this first experience, even if Carmella was confident it wouldn't be the last.

But eventually, Carmella's thirst needed to be quenched. Eventually, The Money Mistress just HAD to know if Ari's pretty little pop-star pussy tastes as good as it looks and smells. So, sitting idly by just wouldn't cut it; she couldn't deliver in her promise by just watching like an extra. Mella needed to get proactive.

Calmly at first; a sample of Ariana's flavor was necessary first. Just something small, a single lick along the sides of her beautiful, soaking folds as Carmella's head drew close, the feeling of Fabu-Mella's cold, wet tongue forcing a shiver from Grande's body. Mostly skin, not enough snatch; Mella needed a bolder sample. So, another singular lick, but this time, directed closer to the center of that opening...scrumptious!

The taste? Divine! Carmella's tongue slithered along Ari's inner core again for verification and...yep! Fucking delicious! So, so, so FUCKING delicious! Another lick followed, this one a little longer, starting at the bottom and working towards the top; still delicious. So sweet, so delectable. Ari's cunt was so tasty, Carmella couldn't help but compliment.

Showing true willpower by somehow managing to pull herself away from that crotch, Carmella lauded, "You've got THE best tasting snatch I've ever had, Pop-Bitch." A simple tribute, but one that, for all of her brattiness and arrogance, Ariana couldn't help but take in kind. Naturally, it was a compliment she'd never received from another woman. Men, obviously, sure, but never another girl. It was kind of sweet.

"T-Thanks, I guess," Ari responded, her heart still beating and her body still trembling nervously.