Home Movies - Part 20

Having made a few recent cameo appearances in Hicka-bicka-boo Productions films, her own short-lived company having gone south thanks to her controlling and overly domineering mother, Bonnie seems to be on the rebound. She'd been burned by them before, having been promised a leading role time and time again, and then being relegated to bottom of the barrel work. For an attention-starved, egocentric, prima donna such as herself, doing close-up shots (that don't show her face) or being a fluffer were absolute gut-punches to her self-esteem.

Now that the Tweebs have started co-opting old episode from the show, they've found themselves in a bit of a bind. As easy as it would be to have Kim and Ann do all of the parts, that would seriously limit which episodes they can "remake". Enter one Bonnie Rockwaller.

Having been promised a leading role in the Tweebs newest film, the brunette is extremely skeptical. Seated at the Possible's dining room table, wearing a very professional-looking suit-skirt combination and a button-up blouse, Bonnie puts on a pair of reading glasses. Much to the Tweebs irritation, she begins to thoroughly examine her new contract. If anything, she has learned one valuable lesson from her mother: Get it in writing.

Midway through the first page, Bonnie stops. Eyeing the Tweebs over her reading glasses, a dissatisfied expression on her face, she points at a particular paragraph.

Bonnie: What's this?

Jim: Oh, that's just a standard, boilerplate clause. 

Tim: Yeah, nothing to concern yourself with.

Bonnie: "...or as needed by the company." So, when I'm not on camera you two could have me sucking off the talent between scenes. ...-or- scrubbing toilets. ...-or- washing your car. That about right?

Jim: Oh, c'mon. Would we do that? 

Tim: Your name is gonna be in the opening credits. You -are- the talent.

Bonnie: Yes. Yes you would. -and- Supporting actresses are in the opening credits too, of which, I am not. Re-write it -or- I walk.

Bonnie pushes the contract across the table, cocking her head to one side while batting her eyelashes in a demanding manner. The Tweebs wrinkle their noses at her in unison. Apparently they've underestimated the business acumen of Kim's old school rival. After Jim crosses out the offending portion of the contract, Tim slides it back across the table.

Jim: Happy?

Bonnie: Very.

With a self-satisfied smile, Bonnie resumes reading the document. Flipping page after page, the Tweebs growing more and more impatient, Bonnie stops. Again, she points at specific sentence.

Bonnie: I... I do... Mmmm. Mmm-hmmm. Just like that.

Her mouth opening in an almost imperceptible smile, her eyes crossing slightly, Bonnie shivers all over. Blinking repeatedly, an embarrassed expression on her face, she brings a closed hand to her mouth, clearing her throat as she looks across the table. Bonnie straightens her back, readjusting her seating posture, and regains her composure.

Bonnie: I'm sorry. I apologize. That was very unprofessional of me. Now, where was I?

Jim: You were finding issue with another part of your contract?

Bonnie: Oh, no. No, no. On the contrary. I like this part.

Turning the document to face the Tweebs, she points at the part that meets her approval, a not-so-veiled, devious smile on her face. The Tweebs lean across the table to see what she's referring to, then lean back into their chairs, mimicking her smile.

Tim: Yes, we thought you might appreciate that part.

Jim: Isn't that right, Kim?

Beneath the table, naked save for a pair of ankle socks, cum dripping from her chin, Kim pulls her mouth off of Bonnie's cock just far enough to express her opinion on the matter.

Kim: Fwuck yoowff gwuys!

Jim: Uh-uh-uhhh. You signed the contract, remember?

Tim: Don't blame us for not reading it.

Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2