3 comments/ 51628 views/ 20 favorites Naked Celebrities for Nude Day By: SusanJillParker This is an Nude Day contest story. Please vote, make a comment and add me and/or this story to your favorite list. Celebrities get naked, when models are a no show. * At the time, in celebration of Nude Day, it was a good idea to hire every day, average looking people, albeit emaciated looking people, to model nude, as the Director's way to show the continuing problem of world hunger in his documentary, Hunger Around the World. As a financial bonus, instead of hiring more costly professional models, models that would surely cost him $250 an hour, instead of the $50 an hour he paid these average, everyday looking people to model nude, hiring common people would give him the realism he needed, while maintaining the documentary's tight production budget. Just as they had one hundred select celebrities in attendance, they had ten nude models from the ten poorest countries in the world, Ethiopia, Niger, Central African Republic, Giunea-Bissau, Union of Comoros, Republic of Somalia, The Solomon Islands, Republic of Zimbabwe, Republic of Liberia, and the Democratic Republic of Congo, playing their naked roles. How the modeling agency found these people from these countries living in America and willing to strip naked in a documentary was a monumental task that took weeks of searching, negotiating, and planning. Most people would think that India and Afghanistan would make the list of the poor of the poorest countries, but India and Afghanistan are rich compared to some of these other above mentioned countries of Africa. Further, the fact that these ten people from these ten poorest of countries in the world were all very dark in color added to the contrast of rich and poor and white and black, even though there were many black celebrities in attendance. Money and corruption are the reasons why there are so many hungry people and money and corruption are the reasons why there will always be hungry people. Rather than just photographing naked people, rather than having well groomed, good looking, and well fed, albeit naked, professional models tell the world, why they're so hungry, the director thought it would make more of an impact statement to have average, too thin people, instead of models graphically showing the world hunger issues by displaying their too thin, naked bodies. Models freely choose to be so hungry for the sake of staying skinny to continue to model in their modeling careers, whereas the poor, starving people of the world that the movie was about, were those people, who don't have a choice with regard to hunger, as they never have enough food to eat. These were the people that the director wanted to capture mingling with rich celebrities at a cocktail party and during dinner. While the celebrities dined upon a literal feast of delicacies from around the world, these hungry appearing naked models would eat the insufficient and not very nourishing and/or appealing cultural food they normally eat, when living in their country. Of course, after the cameras were off, they'd be appropriately fed and given the same food, as their celebrity counterparts. A documentary that no one has dared to do before, as an explicitly graphic display, to be released with the celebrated occasion of National Nude Day on July 14th at a theatre near you, no doubt, this film would not only open the eyes of so many but also would win awards. Maybe, after people saw this film, the world would make more of a focused effort to eradicate hunger and poverty around the globe by deposing those dictators and removing those politicians, who more cared about their personal wealth than they do about the people they represent. Where better a place to start than Hollywood to corral one hundred, very rich celebrities to help make their documentary? Whose better voice to use than to put the celebrity voices to all that they've seen and done to help others not as blessed, while in their travels around the world? Imagine watching a film with Brad Pitt and his wife, Angelina Jolie, George Clooney with his current girlfriend, Stacy Keibler, Tom Hanks and his wife, Rita Wilson, Oprah Winfrey with her best (ahem) friend, Gayle King, Tom Cruise and his wife, Katie Holmes, and John Travolta and his wife, Kelly Preston, along with eighty-eight other celebrities and ten naked models peppered in the scenes and acting as if they're fully dressed. Designed to be such, the movie may have been an award winning documentary but what it turned into was a drunken, sexual fiasco. It wasn't until in the editing room that the director realized he had a much better movie edited from the cutting room floor than he had anticipated and ever hoped to dare imagine with his Hunger Around the World documentary. Instead of making his movie on hunger, what he had instead was a movie on complacency, another reason why hunger exists, because if they're not the one hungry, too few others truly care enough to make a real impact on eradicating hunger. Instead of being there to make their impact statements on hunger, what he had was celebrities acting out as their spoiled selves. Instead of voicing their experiences, giving their opinions, and even offering solutions on how to solve the world hunger problem, celebrities were more concerned with who slept with who and who was sleeping with who. Actually, the best part of the film and the reason why so many people would go to see such a film about world hunger was to see the celebrities, people with no shame, washing their dirty laundry in public and on film. The nightmare in Hollywood started when, someone, a lowly production assistant, no doubt, in charge of such minor details, since all the amateur models had speaking parts, forgot to register the nude models with the Screen Actors' Guild. At $2,335 a model to sign up 10 people is a stiff $23,500, which is where the celebrities come in to play. With each celebrity paying $10,000 a plate to be there as their goodwill publicity part of an award winning documentary on hunger, the million dollars received from just the cover charge would more than cover the SAG signup cost, along with production costs for the live shoot and the expenses to host the banquet. Only, with all the models given lines and speaking parts, without a SAG card, the nude models weren't allowed to appear and speak in the movie and, without nude models showcasing hunger, there was no movie, or so thought the director. Union rules are union rules and everyone from the camera crew, to the production staff, and to catering would just walk off the set. "Attention everyone. Attention, please. Hi everyone. I apologize for the interruption. For those who don't know me from my documentaries, I'm Ken Burns, your host. Hi," he said lifting his hand in a wave, as he gazed upon the celebrity crowd, while the nude models filed from the room. "Hi Ken," said a few celebrities from the crowd. "I haven't seen this many celebrities in one room, since the Oscars," he said with a nervous laugh. "Unfortunately, in honor of Nude Day and to showcase world hunger, we were to have ten nude models to film, every day, average people, actually. Only," he paused to look out over the crowd again. "There was just one small, missed detail that someone forgot, along the way. Difficult to find people from the poorest countries in the world living here in the United States and even more difficult to find people willing to strip naked to be filmed, even on Nude Day, inexcusably, the modeling agency we used didn't supply us with SAG models. None of the models they gave us had a SAG card. Unfortunately, since all the models have speaking parts and as you all know, we can't use models that haven't joined SAG. Unfortunately, we can't make this documentary. Unfortunately..." "Hell, why shit can the whole thing? We're all here," said Brad Pitt looking around his table. "Keep filming," he said with a wave of his hand. "You may be surprised, what you'll capture on film and after a lot of editing--" "And a lot of drinking," said George Clooney raising his glass and making everyone laugh. "With a little snip here and a big clip there, you just may have yourself a documentary," persisted Brad, despite the levity from his friend. If only he knew how prophetic his words were. If only he knew that this film would go down in history, as the biggest celebrity orgy the modern world has ever seen. If only they knew that this naked bash would be the best damn Nude Day ever. "Maybe we can give your camera crew enough raw footage that you won't need naked models to make your film," chimed in George Clooney. "You can always insert videos of naked people after the fact, ones without a speaking role, to show the contrast from rich to poor and well fed to starvation." "For a little added spice and to give your movie an R rating, there's enough celebrities in this room with sex tapes. You can cut and paste some of those scenes in your movie," said Tom Cruise with a laugh and making everyone laugh. "Don't you dare," said Paris Hilton feigning embarrassment. "I'll see you in court with an injunction to stop your movie, if you do," said Kim Kardashian with a mean, little laugh. "I don't care if you use my sex tapes," said Britney Spears. "We all know something about hunger," said John Travolta. "With all of us having traveled the world, we've not only seen starvation first hand but also we've all been responsible in helping to help feed millions of people." "Okay, alright. Fair enough," said the director. "Yeah, that's the spirit. Let's do this then," he said looking out over the celebrated collection of celebrities. "On you marks. Ready. Action!" With 100 celebrities locked on a sound set stage made to look like a hotel ballroom, a dozen roving cameras roamed the floor filming the rich and famous sitting at their tables and eating dinner, while another eight stationary cameras shot the action and listened in from all sides of the huge room, as celebrities, hopefully, discussed poverty. If the naked models couldn't show the disparity between the rich and the poor than the sumptuous food the celebrities were served surely would. "I'm hungry," said John Travolta. "Let's eat! Where's the food? I haven't eaten all day. I figured at ten grand a plate, we'd be eating something decent, so I saved my appetite." "You're always hungry, Johnny," said his wife, Kelly Preston. "If you didn't exercise as much as you do, you'd weigh 300 pounds," she said with a laugh. "You'd look much like the character you played in your movie, Michael." "Speaking of hunger. Did you know," said George Clooney staying with the hunger theme, "that Protein-Energy Malnutrition, PEM, is the most lethal form of malnutrition and hunger?" "I didn't know that said Brad Pitt sitting next to his wife, Angelina Jolie, and at the same table as Stacy Keibler, George's date, Jennifer Aniston and her date, Tom Hanks and his wife, Rita Wilson, and John Travolta and his wife, Kelly Preston, one of George Clooney's old lovers. "With the thousands of poor people we helped in New Orleans, Louisiana, after hurricane Katrina, I always figured it was just not having enough food that starved so many. I didn't know there was a missing specific nutritional ingredient or component responsible for so many deaths," said Brad. "I think the seating arrangement is rather odd," said Jennifer Aniston ignoring the hunger topic of discussion and interrupting the world hunger dialogue to interject her personal opinion with attitude. "Other than hoping we'd make a scene, by getting in a heated argument, even a catfight and rip off one another's clothes, no doubt, I don't understand why they continue sitting me with you, Brad, and you, Angelina," she said without looking at either one to address her displeasure with the seating arrangements. "Maybe it's just for comparison sake," said Angelina, before slowly looking over at Jennifer and forcing a slow smile, as if she wasn't worth the effort of even turning her head to look her way, never mind smile at her. Then, sticking out her nearly bare chest that was barely concealed by her designer ball gown and pursing her full, red lips, she gave Jennifer her movie star look, while batting her long, false, eyelashes at her. "Pardon?" Jennifer stared at her ex-husband's new bride with a face full of hate. "What did you just say to me?" "Look at me," said Angelina with a slow wave of her hand, while slowly looking down at herself, as if displaying herself as a showcase on the Price Is Right, before quickly glancing at Jennifer, "and look at you. I look like a Hollywood movie star and, well...you don't," she said making a sour face at Jennifer, "is all that I'm saying." "Bitch," said Jennifer. "Now, now, ladies," said George. "We're all friends here or used to be friends, once," he said looking squarely at Kelly Preston's exposed, ample cleavage. "Used to be friends is the appropriate phrase, isn't it George? After you gave my wife that pet pig, Max, who lived for eighteen, long years," said John Travolta, "I always wondered and wanted to ask you a question." "Yes," said George. "What would you like to know, John?" Clooney turned to smile at his girlfriend Stacy, before focusing his attention on Travolta. "What man gives the woman he's fucked a pig?" As if he was Vincent Vega in Pulp Fiction, John gave George and icy cold stare. "Were you calling my wife a pig, George, when you gave her a pig? Is that it? Were you calling my Kelly a pig?" "Certainly not," said George looking from John to Kelly and back to John with shocked disbelief. "Why must we dredge this up every time we're together, John? The pig was just a gift, after Kelly said she'd love to have a pet pig," said George smiling at Kelly, before returning his focused attention to John, and after taking his girlfriend's hand in his and squeezing it. "Even after all these years, I still can't remove the image from my mind of your hairy, naked body sweating all over my naked wife, while boning her," said Travolta to Clooney, while munching on a breadstick and nodding his head, no doubt, inspired to speak out, after seeing George eyeing his wife's abundant breasts. "Actually, I'm surprised that you even fucked my wife because," said Travolta taking his breadstick and using it as a cock prop to stroke and suck. "Truth be told, as reported in the Hollywood rumor mill, where there's smoke there's fire," he said with a laugh. "Much like what's been reported of you in the tabloids, I always thought you were gay." "Johnny," said Kelly looking from her husband with awkwardness to give George an apologetic look, before looking back at her husband, "I can assure you that George is not gay," said Kelly with a nervous laugh, while patting her husband's hand, their secret cue for him to cool it and calm the fuck down. "Is that right?" Ignoring his wife's hand pat, John looked at his wife looking at George. "Well, if you ask me, even back then, he had gay tendencies with him forcing you to suck his cock," said John, while using his breadstick as a pointer and demonstration tool, "before fucking you up the ass." "Johnny, stop. I'm so totally humiliated," said Kelly. "I'm so embarrassed," she said raising her hand to cover her red face. "When I was dating your wife, John, long before you married her or even dated her, I might add, I was always politely respectful of her," said George leaning forward and reaching across the table to smile at Kelly and to take hold of her hand, while winking at her, before refocusing his attention on his date, Stacy, and on John Travolta. "As a man who doesn't kiss and tell but, by disclosing the intimate details of our brief, romantic union this one time, in hope that this will forever end the never ending dialogue, once and for all, Kelly begged me to cum in her mouth, just as she begged me to fuck her up the ass. Isn't that right, Kelly? Tell him," coerced George. "Tell your husband how you begged me to cum in your mouth and fuck you up the ass, Kelly." "This is hardly appropriate dinner conversation," said Tom Hanks looking apologetically at his wife, Rita Wilson, before looking at George Clooney. "Cover your ears, sweetheart," said Tom to Rita. "Shouldn't we be discussing world hunger and talking about those who are starving," said Rita elbowing Tom's arms away, when he tried to cover her ears with his hands. "Actually, George," said Kelly ignoring Tom and Rita's requests to change the topic of discussion from sex to hunger. "As I did with all my dates back then, I was prepared to blow you, but not fuck you, and certainly not fuck you anally," she said shaking her head from side to side, while making a disagreeable face, as if the bitter memory of their sexual union was something so sour. "I see," said George. "That's not the way that I remember our date. The way that I remember our time together was you being hungry for my cock and you begging me to fuck you up the ass, after having blown me." "Being that it happened so long ago, perhaps you're mistaking me for someone else," said Kelly looking at Stacy, "one of your long line of girlfriends." "No, I remember distinctly that it was you. Trust me, guys don't forget their conquests, especially when their lovers were as beautiful and as sexually provocative and erotically adventurous, as were you," said George with a victorious smile. "To be bluntly honest, George. My apologies to you, Rita, for having to be so graphically explicit, but I need to clear the air by defending myself for once and for all. I didn't know you were going to have anal sex with me, George," said Kelly pointing her manicured finger at him. "When you twirled me around and bent me over, with so very little time to react, I figured you were going to fuck me doggie style. I was shocked, when you plunged your cock deep in my ass, humped me hard, and had me squealing so much like Max, that cute, little, perfect, pet pig you gave me." She looked at George and bit her lip, as if reliving the experience again that happened so long ago. "See? I knew it! You took advantage of Kelly by fucking her up the ass," said John, you dirty son-of-a-bitch. "Mentioning it just in passing, even though I told you that pigs were cute, I never thought you'd actually buy me a pet pig, George. Maybe in the way that I was screaming and trying to pull away from you, when you were having anal sex with me, I reminded you of a pig. I don't know," said Kelly. "Yet, for you to buy me a pig, after so treating me as if I was your personal pig, forget about John suspecting you to be gay, in the deplorable, disrespectful, and rough way you treated me, truth be told, I always wondered if you hated women." "He bought me a pet pig, too," confessed Stacy. "He buys all his women pet pigs. I didn't see the harm in it, but now I do," she said pulling her hand away from George's hand. "He bought you the smallest one, Kelly, and he bought me the biggest pig I've ever seen, an 800-pound porker. I see the symbolism, now," said Stacy with sadness. "I'm nothing more than his big pig." "See? Even Kelly admits that you forced her to have anal sex with you and even your girlfriend admits you called her a pig, by buying her one, you dirty bastard," said John. "Even your current girlfriend sees the sick symbolism in you buying her a pet pig, too. You're a woman hater. That's what you are," said John pointing at George with the bitten end of his breadstick. "A God damn woman hater, which explains why you have a different woman by your side every time we meet." "Allow your wife to finish, John. Let her tell her side of the story," said George trying to act calm but suddenly acting nervously embarrassed in front of Stacy and the rest of the others, who were silently sitting at his table. "Go ahead, tell him, Kelly, so that we can clear this up once and for all that I didn't call you a pig. Tell John that I'm not gay, as your husband believes I am, and I'm not a woman hater, as you and Stacy think I am," said George giving John a satisfied smile of vindication. Naked Celebrities for Nude Day "It was a time just after I made the movie, Twins, with Arnold Schwarzenegger, in 1988, and three years, before I married Johnny in '91," said Kelly. "Arnold was another man, who wouldn't take no for an answer and who fucked me senseless, even though he was married to Maria Shriver at the time," said Kelly rolling her eyes, before putting a practiced hand to her forehead, as if she was a damsel in distress and about to be tied to a train track. "Insatiable for my mouth, he was another man, who always forced me to blow him, too. Oh, the indignity of being on your knees with a hard, hairy cock in your mouth, while wearing a designer gown, and forced to swallow. To be honest, to this day, I never understood one word that Arnold ever said to me, especially when he was sexually excited and cumming in my mouth." "You poor, poor dear," said Angelina. "Tell us, Kelly. You're among friends. How did Arnold force you to blow him? Did he tie you up?" Suddenly Angelina appeared sexually aroused. "Did he force you to your knees and hold you down?" Her face was flushed and she started breathing heavier. "Did he slap you and tear off your clothes?" She looked as if she was going to have an orgasm. "Did he pull your long hair and, when you opened your mouth to scream, he filled your open mouth with his big, hard, hairy cock and humped your mouth and fucked your face?" "No," said Kelly. "Not at all." "Or did he put a heavy hand to the back of your head and fill your mouth with his little, soft cock?" Jennifer glared at Brad, before giving him a look of vengeful victory. "No," said Kelly. "Then, I don't understand how Arnold forced you to blow him, Kelly," said Rita. "He offered me another movie role," she said wiping away nonexistent tears. "How could I say no to that? You all know how difficult it is for an older woman to get a good role." "Oh," said everyone at the table at once. "That's happened to all of us, I'm afraid," said Angelina. "We've all been in that position, some more than others," she said looking at Jennifer Aniston. "Did you like the knee pads I sent you for Christmas, Jennifer?" "Fuck you, bitch," said Jennifer to Angelina. "I only did what I needed to do at the time that I was doing it. You on the other hand, no matter if they're men or women, you're playing your whore role 24/7." "A rising starlet, I was so young and vulnerable back then," said Kelly. "I had barely fucked a few dozen men, before I met you, Johnny," she said with a plastic smile, while wiping away a nonexistent tear. "Practically still a virgin, I never had anal sex, until you, George. What did I know about anal sex? Surely something that felt so good can't be so bad." "Tell me this," said John looking at Stacy. "I'm sorry, what's your name again? George goes through women in the way that I go through movie roles. You're very beautiful, by the way." "Stacy. Stacy Keibler. Thank you," she said already appearing tense by the mood and the hostile conversation at the table. "I've seen all of your films," she said smiling at John Travolta. "You're a wonderful actor. I loved you in Pulp Fiction and Get Shorty, when--" "Yeah, yeah, whatever, anyway, answer me this one question," said John dismissing her with a wave of his breadstick, as if he was a conductor conducting his orchestra with his sesame seed baton. "Does George fuck you up the ass?" "Fuck me up the ass?" She laughed nervously. "I'd rather not say," she said blushing and noticeably stiffening, while eying George, but still maintaining eye contact with John. "That's rather a crassly personal question but--," said Stacy, no doubt, feeling pressured to answer the question under the star struck stare of John Travolta's celebrity status. "The reason why I ask you that is because I don't think that Georgie boy, Boy George," said John with a sick laugh. "I don't think he can have normal sex with a woman. Secretly, if he hasn't already with his pal, Brad over there, what he really wants is a man and not a woman. As merely his window dressing for his fans not to suspect him of being the flaming fag that he is, that would explain why he's with so very many, beautiful women. Instead of a pussy, what he really wants is a cock." "Hey, hey, fuckwad, George and I had sex only that one time," said Brad asserting himself with a point of his finger and a reassuring nod of his head. "Thank you Brad for broadcasting that tidbit of personal, and I might add, closeted information," said George with a smile, while unbuttoning his collar, loosening his tie, and taking a long sip of his drink. "We were drunk and curious about gay sex, as every man is," said Brad sitting back in his chair and nodding his head to Angelina with her nodding her head in agreement, while Jennifer had a sick look on her face, as if she was about to vomit. "Been there, done that, honey," said Angelina patting Brad's hand, baby. "Sometimes you must try both sexes to discover the one that you prefer." "It's not surprising that you still haven't picked which one to go with yet," said Jennifer with a laugh. "At least I have sex with others and never with myself, you frigid, little bitch," said Angelina. "Thank you for your support, dear," said Brad to Angelina. "Everyone knows that Angelina is bi-sexual," said Brad tucking a proud thumb beneath his vest. "Much like any man, she enjoys licking a pussy every now and again. Actually, in her case, more now than then," he said with a laugh. "Hey, I like the fact that my wife is a lesbo. She lets me watch," he said whispering to George, Tom, and John. "Sometimes, she allows me to join in on the fun, too." "Oh, gross. I think I just threw up in my mouth," said Jennifer. "I'm glad I'm rid of you," she said to Brad. "I'm a man and God knows I've been drunk," said John Travolta, "but I've never been curious enough to have gay sex with another man." "Now that you mention it," said Stacy looking from John to George and back to John again. "When we have sex, when I'm not on my knees and giving him a blowjob, while sticking my dildo up his ass, it's always and only anal sex that he wants. Never does he mount me to fuck my pussy. He never even touches my pussy or plays with my clit, and never has he ever eaten me. He doesn't even touch my tits and/or finger my nipples," she said with a sudden sadness. "And I have beautiful tits, the best breasts that money can buy," she said pulling down her gown to show everyone at the table her perfect silicone breasts. "Very nice," said Tom Hanks. "Don't even go there," said Rita Wilson punching her husband in the shoulder. "That's too much personal information, sweetie," said George. "Here, have a breadstick," he said handing her a breadstick and lifting up the front of her gown to cover her exposed breasts. "I'll feel your tits and finger your nipples," said Brad with a big smile, while raising his hands chest high and opening and closing them, as if in readiness of fondling Stacy's magnificent breasts. "Me too, but in addition to feeling your breasts, I'd finger your clit, while licking your pussy, too," said Angelina. "For sure, definitely, I'd lick your pussy, too. I'd give you an orgasm, you'd never forget," she said slowly licking her full, red lips. "Thank you, Brad and Angelina, but no. I'm a one man and no woman kind of woman," said Stacy with a confused look on her face, while looking away from Angelina. "Anyway, George told me more than once that he really likes my ass, which is why, I imagine, he loves fucking me up the ass. I mean, I really don't care," she said leaning in closer to John to talk to him in a hushed whisper, "so long as he continues buying me these beautiful clothes, paying all my bills, and taking me on expensive trips," she said with the smile of a gold digger. "Didn't I tell you he was queer? I told you he was a fag," John said to Kelly, while pounding his fist on the table. "I knew it. I just knew it. Confirmed bachelor my ass. No heterosexual man in their right mind is a confirmed bachelor. Why else, in the footsteps of Cary Grant and Rock Hudson, would any man not marry and have children? It's unnatural. It's un-American. It's abnormal. It's gay." "Fuck you, Vinnie Barbarino," said George. "You're just an illiterate, ignorant fuck. You're still mad that I had my way with Kelly twenty-five years ago. You're just pissed that she sucked my cock and I fucked her up her ass." "Vinnie Barbarino? No one has called me that in years," he said with a laugh. "Vinnie Barbarino would kick your ass for disrespecting my wife by buying her a pig, after she sucked your cock and you fucked her up her ass," said John pointing his half eaten breadstick at George, as if it was a jailhouse shiv. "Go ahead and try and kick my ass and you'll be eating your food through a straw for a month," said George. "And speaking of fags and queers, don't be throwing stones at glass houses?" "Huh? Throwing stones at glass houses? What the fuck does that even mean?" Suddenly, with his shoulders raised and his palms up, John reverted back to the facial expressions of Vinnie Barbarino. "What it means, John boy, is, if you have a thing for the towel drops with cabana boys, happy endings with masseurs, and naked romps with room service waiters, don't be pointing your finger of accusation at me and calling me gay, when you're gay, also," said George. "Or do you hide your gayness in the closet by calling yourself bi-sexual," he said with a laugh. "Gay? I'm not gay," he said looking at everyone around the table with a half-assed smile on his face. "Go fuck yourself, George. You don't know the facts. What you know are just the lies," said John going from the offensive to the defensive. "Those men are lying about me hoping that I'll pay them to make them and their false claims go away. I plan on defending my heterosexual reputation in a court of law." "C'mon you guys. We're here for the greater good and to help world hunger and not to rehash old, sexual disagreements," said Tom Hanks. "Tom's right. Let's not forget why we're all here," said Angelina making goo-goo eyes at Stacy. "If only for an evening, let's put all our differences aside for the bigger and much more important issue of world hunger," she said slowly licking her lips again, before pursing them in a kiss, while staring at Stacy. "Home wrecker," said Jennifer staring her hostility at Angelina. "Frigid bitch," said Angelina not even turning to look at Jennifer. "Whore," said Jennifer pounding the table with her fist. "Thank you," said Angelina. "If you played the part of a whore, instead of a frigid bitch, maybe you'd still have Brad in your bed." Meanwhile the next table over wasn't fairing so well, either. Tom Cruise and his wife, Katie Holmes, sat with Nicole Kidman and her husband, Keith Urban, Cameron Diaz and her current boyfriend, Alex Rodriguez, and Penelope Cruz with her new boyfriend, Javier Bardem. Katie Holmes was already more than a little drunk and looking for trouble. "Just tell me one thing, Cameron Dickass," said Katie. "What?" Playing the part of the innocent virgin, dumb as a rock, Cameron looked at Katie with a wide smile, while batting her false eyelashes. "Did you fuck my husband?" With her accusation coming from out of nowhere, she looked squarely at Cameron from across the table. "Katie? What are you doing? Not here and not now," said Tom smiling a nervous laugh, while trying to control his wife. "Sorry, everyone, she's had a little too much to drink, after dieting to fit in that dress. You look beautiful, honey. That dress looks wonderful on you. Here, have a breadstick." "Me? I certainly did not have sex with your husband," said Cameron leaning back to look at Alex with a nervous laugh, while turning to look to Tom, before looking around the table at the other guests and smiling. "Other than making out in a scene, I'd never fuck Tom. We're friends," she said reaching out to touch Tom's hand and quickly pulling her hand away, when Katie stabbed the table and just missed stabbing her hand with her salad fork. "Don't you touch my husband, slut," said Katie. Tom wrestled the fork from his wife's hand and smiled his apology to everyone. "We made more than one movie together. We're professionals," said Cameron counting her blessing, along with her fingers. "Oh, you're a professional alright, a professional prostitute, which would explain why someone like you has made so many films. From director to producer to actor, you've sucked and fucked everyone. Now, I'll ask you again, did you suck my husband's cock?" Katie persevered in her interrogation. Picking up a knife and pointing the business end of it at her, as if it was a pointer, she asked her question again. "Did you blow my husband? Did you have Tommy's cock in your mouth? Did you suck him? Did he cum in your mouth? Did you swallow my husband's cum?" Again, Tom wrestled the knife out of his wife's hand. "Katie, calm down, honey," whispered Tom. "I apologize everyone. She's taking a new medication that doesn't mix well with alcohol. "Knock it off, Katie. You're embarrassing me in front of my friends," he whispered to his wife. "Okay, okay, I admit. Guilty as charge," she said with a sexy laugh. "I did, I blew him, I did, but I didn't fuck him. I swear," said Cameron looking to her boyfriend, superstar New York Yankees third baseman, Alex Rodriguez, while mouthing the word 'sorry'. "Typical," said Nicole to Katie, while patting her hand. "Just as he was never faithful to his first wife, Mimi Rogers, cheating on her with me, Tom wasn't faithful to me either, cheating on me with you, Katie." "Typically? What's typical?" Tom looked at his ex-wife with a face full of controlled rage. "What the Hell did you mean by saying typical? What's so God damn typical about me compared to your fucked up life with Mr. Country Music?" "You'd have sex with anyone and everyone, if you could," said Nicole with composure, albeit a tone that her Australian accent couldn't conceal. "You had sex with all of your leading ladies," she said looking at Cameron with contempt. "You're such a wicked whore, Cameron," she said with a disregarding shrug, while smiling at her. "You're just another Hollywood, no talent slut, who'd fuck, suck, and lick anyone, anywhere, just for a role," she said to Cameron. "You're no better than Angelina," she said waving at Angelina, while smiling. "Oh, my God? How can you say that to me? How dare you say that to me? I'm talented," said Cameron not taking offense with anything else but with the no talent part that Nicole Kidman said. "We'll discuss this later in private," said Tom to Katie with a smile, before directing his anger at Nicole. "Last I checked, Nicole, we're not married anymore," he said looking over at Keith and smiling. "Who I fuck and when I fuck them is not any of your fucking business," he said to Nicole, before focusing his anger on Keith. "Hey buddy," he said with a wide smile, "wanna drink?" He held up his glass, as if toasting him. "Oh, sorry, that's right, you're on the wagon," he said to Keith, while laughing. "Besides, drugs are your demons of choice, huh?" "Blow me," said Keith to Tom. "Blow you? Keith Urban just asked me, Tom Cruise, to blow him," he said to everyone at the table. "Sorry, but Tom Cruise doesn't suck cock," said Tom referring to himself in the third person. "You're sitting at the wrong table, if you looking for a blowjob from a man. I won't blow you but, from what I'm hearing from the next table over, maybe George Clooney, Brad Pitt, or John Travolta would suck your cock. Maybe you and your nasty, lesbian wife should sit over there." "We're no longer married because you couldn't keep it in your pants," said Nicole to Tom with victorious vindication and vindictive validation. "Finally," said Tom banging his fist on the table. "You get it! That was our whole problem in a nutshell, Nicole. Just as in the movie we made together with Stanley Kubrick, Eyes Wide Shut, my eyes were wide shut with you. You wanted me to keep my cock in my pants, while you had your sordid, secret, lesbian affairs with women. Did you know your wife is a dyke, Keith? Oh, yeah, she loves licking pussy more than I do," said Tom sticking out his tongue and licking the air, as if licking a pussy. "Only, she's the dominant one and not the submissive one. Definitely, she's the butch dyke in any lesbian relationship. Matter of fact, she should be sitting the next table over with Oprah, her lover, Gayle, Whoopi, and Rosie O'Donnell," he said with a laugh. "I'm sorry for you, Katie. He's still the same little prick. I see you haven't changed him," said Nicole. "How's that phony church of Scientology working out for you, Tom? Are they still asking you for seven figure donations? Are they still sucking you dry, while pretending they're doing you some good and have your best interests at heart and in mind?" The next table over was just as provocative with Howard Sterns sitting with Rosie O'Donnell, Whoopi Goldberg, Suzie Orman, and Oprah Winfrey, her lover, sorry, I mean, her best friend, Gayle King, Jodie Foster, and Ellen Degeneres. "What? Couldn't Melissa Etheridge, Wanda Sykes, and Jane Lynch make it for the Nude Day Hunger Around the World celebrity dinner tonight or weren't they big enough lesbian stars to be sitting at this table?" Howard looked around at his captive lesbian audience, no doubt, waiting for someone to take his bait and waiting to take offense. As if he was Henny Youngman, Rodney Dangerfield, or Don Rickles with his poisonous one liners, persevering in his attack of lesbians and lesbianism, he continued his insults. "Is this a lesbian convention? I've never seen so many lesbians in one room." Howard looked around the table again, this time with a big grin. "I can see why they put you at this table, Howard," said Oprah acknowledging his comment with a laugh. "To stir up some shit stew." "So tell me, Suze," said Howard to Suze Orman, "from one Jew to another." "Yes, Howard," said Suzie Orman rolling her eyes, while smiling. "Do you do financial planning just for lesbians or do you help normal people, too." "Normal people? You hold him, Gayle," said Rosie O'Donnell with a laugh, "while I beat the piss out of him with my dinner roll." "Truly, I don't understand," said Howard moving his hand back and front of his mouth, as if giving a blowjob. "Don't you women miss having a cock in your hand, in your mouth, in your pussy, up your ass, and in your life?" "The only experiences that I've had with men have all been violent and bad," said Oprah with eyes that confessed her pain. "I wouldn't miss something I've never had," said Jodie Foster with a forced smile and a shrug of disinterest. "I'm with Jodie," said Ellen raising her hand, as if in school. "Besides, much like a man having forced sex in prison, most lesbians would rather die than to have sex with a man." "Why am I sitting at this table as the token male? There are other tables, where I'd rather be sitting. That table with Lindsay Lohan looks like fun," said Howard looking over to Lindsay and making eyes at her. "Lindsay Lohan? She's lesbian, Howard," said Whoopi with a laugh. "Besides, they stuck you with us because we lesbians will kick your ass, if you get out of line." The next table over sat Taylor Swift with Kanye West, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Fergie, Miley Cyrus, Adele, and Cristina Aguilera. "I'm surprised they put you here with us, Kanye," said Taylor Swift. "I figured they'd seat you with the love of your life, Beyonce or with your current girlfriend Kim Kardashian," she said with a smile that barely concealed the hostility she had towards him. "How many times must I apologize to you, Taylor, before you forgive me for grabbing the award and the microphone from your hand at the Grammys? I'm sorry, but I just couldn't believe you won over Beyonce. She's much more talented than you." Naked Celebrities for Nude Day "What's so hard to believe, Kanye, I not only write my own songs but also I sing my own lyrics," said Taylor in defense of her winning the Grammy Award. "There's not a country western singer that hasn't asked me to write a song for them. They all know that I'm talented and am worthy of the Grammy. Why was that so hard for you to understand?" "It was a crappy thing to do," said Lady Gaga. "If you did that to me, Kanye, I'd kick you in the balls." "He doesn't have any balls," said Miley Cyrus. "I have balls," said Kanye. "Wanna see them?" "Yeah, go ahead. Show us your balls, then, if you have a set," said Cristina Aguilera. "I dare you. I double dare you. Go ahead, show us your balls, Kanye." "I'll show you my balls, if you show me your tits." "You wanna see my tits?" Cristina looked from Kanye to her big boobs and back to Kanye. Being that it's Nude Day," said Cristina lowering her gown to waist high, "I'll show you my tits, but you'd better be a man and show me your balls, after I show you my breasts." As soon as Cristina exposed her big boobs, Kanye stood, unzip himself, and released his cock and balls from his pants to show everyone seated at the table his package. Then, he reached over and grabbed a handful of Cristina Aguilera's breast. "Hey, Kanye," she said with a laugh. "My tits aren't a Grammy Award that you're grabbing but my breasts," she said pulling away from his grope, while laughing. "They both feel the same to me, very hard and cold," said Kanye with a laugh and an insensitive shrug, after making a derogatory comment about Cristina's silicone breasts and feeling a handful. "Too bad we can't say the same about your cock," said Cristina making all the ladies laugh at Kanye. "Definitely not very hard, your cock is small and soft. How do you fuck anything with that little thing. Doesn't it just fall out of the hole?" "Maybe my cock would fall out of your canyon sized pussy, Christina, but I've had no complaints about me satisfying women." "You need to grow a set," said Adele. "My little Yorkshire terrier has a bigger cock than you do." "I think he has a cute, little cock," said Fergie reaching out her hand to grab a handful of Kanye's cock. "Hey, give me a turn," said Taylor, leaning over to take Kanye's cock in her hand, in the way that he grabbed the Grammy from her. Then, when she leaned forward to take his cock in her mouth, he reached down her gown to cup her small breast and finger her hard nipple. "This is supposed to be about world hunger and not about sex," said Katy Perry with a shock and offended look. "I guess we're all starving for sex," said Christina. "Give me some of that cock, Kanye." The next table over sat Jessica Simpson with Britney Spears, Khloe and Kim Kardashian, Justin Bieber, Paris Hilton, Rhiana, Chris Brown, and Lindsay Lohan. "Just wondering," said Justin. "How many of you ladies are wearing panties?" "Panties? Why do you ask?" Chris Brown looked at Justin, as if he was a pervert. "Do you have a panty fetish?" Chris looked at Justin and summed him up with a stare. "Are you wearing panties, Justin?" He shot Justin a look, as if he was going to shot him. "You look like a little pervert to me. Are you a little perv, Justin?" "Yeah, I wear panties sometimes. So?" Justin puffed out his chest, as if he was normal and almost proud of wearing panties. "Depending on my creative mood, the silky material of panty gets my juices flowing. Wearing panties helps me to think," he said with a laugh, while taking a nervous sip of his drink. "What's wrong with that? I don't see anything wrong with that. A lot of men wear panties. Right?" Ignoring his panty confession, no one answered him. "I never wear panties," said Britney. "Panties leave an ugly panty line. I never wear them either," said Kim. "Me neither," said Khloe. Panties make me feel so restrictive, especially, when my man is ready to take me. I'd rather he'd just lift up my skirt and bend me over than have to fool with taking off my panty, too." "I don't wear panties, unless I'm wearing pants and/or have my period," said Paris. "I'm not wearing panties now, but I usually do. Panties make me feel sexy," said Rhiana. "Whore," said Chris Brown under his breath. "What did you just call me?" Rhiana looked hard at Chris Brown. "Did you just call me a whore?" "Do you mean did I call you a whore, after you made the nude video of yourself and posted it on YouTube or because you reported me to the police for keeping you, as my woman, in her place," said Chris. "Your woman? You don't own me, Chris. My bodyguard is right outside the door," she said motioning to the door, "and I have a taser in my purse. I'll fry your ignorant, black ass, if you say another derogatory thing about me. You can't hurt me no more. I'm no longer afraid of you." "I never posted a nude video of myself, Chris," said Lindsay Lohan rubbing his thigh. "Now that I'm clean and sober, I'm a good girl," she said wetting her lips with her tongue, while reaching her hand up to feel Chris's cock through his pants. "You'd fuck a pole if someone gave you enough drugs," said Chris. "Besides, you'd rather be licking on Rhiana than sucking on me." "Probably, no doubt, and sadly, I would," said Lindsay moving her hand away from the bulge in his pants and looking at Rhiana with sadness. The next table over sat Jay Z with his wife, Beyonce, Ice T with his wife, Coco, Snoop Dog, Jennifer Hudson, Cee Lo Green with his rented white cat, and Janet Jackson. "Hey, Ice," said Snoop Dog. "What size bra does your woman wear?" Snoop Dog leered at Coco's massive tits down her open top. "Damn, those tits are huge." "Don't be offending my woman and disrespecting me like that, Dog. I'll bust a cap in your ass," said Ice. "Besides, Coco is sitting right next to you. Ask her yourself, if you dare, but don't be surprised if she busts you one in the nose for being out of line." "I meant no offense, Ice," said Snoop, while reaching behind Coco to feel her huge backside, without anyone seeing his hand and without anyone knowing he was feeling Coco's huge ass but for Coco. "Don't apologize to me. Apologize to Coco," said Ice. "My apologies Coco, but I'm never seen tits as big as your tits. Besides, if you weren't looking for someone to comment on what you're wearing or, in your case, not wearing, and all that you're showing, you'd wear a sweatshirt, instead of that low cut gown that shows so much of your wonderful womanhood." Snoop paused before speaking again. He wiggled around in his chair, as if he was chair dancing before his rapping. "Are they real? Can I have a feel?" "You have a point there, Dog. Coco should be knowing what's up, if she's showing her pups," said Ice suddenly rapping with Snoop Dog. "Give Dog a feel of your big boobs, Coco, to show him that they're real." "He's already been feeling my ass, Ice, to see if that's real, too," said Coco with a laugh, while looking from her husband to Snoop. "Maybe if I pass some gas, he won't think my ass is such a big deal," laughed Coco trying join in the sudden rap fest. "Dog, you're a dirty dog, but I'm gonna do you a solid," he said whispering to his wife. "Do a brother a favor and pull one of your boobs out, Coco, for him to touch." "Being that it's Nude Day and in the spirit of getting naked, you have ten seconds, Snoop," said Coco reaching inside her gown and flopping out one of her big knockers. "Ten seconds? Ain't no brother that can properly feel a tit in no ten seconds, that is, unless you were sucking on my cock," said Snoop. "I'm not going to suck your cock, Snoop," said Coco with a nervous little laugh, while turning to her husband. "Ice, Snoop wants me to suck his cock, while he feels my breast." "Sure, that will be okay, Coco," said Ice, "so long as he doesn't cum in your mouth and so long as I can watch. Don't you be shooting your love juice in my wife's mouth, Snoop. I mean that," said Ice pointing his index finger at Snoop Dog, as if it was a loaded gun. "I don't mind her sucking on you a little bit, but that's as far as it goes. If you have the urge to cum, pull your cock out of Coco's mouth and grab a napkin or grab a hold of Lindsay Lohan, Brittney Spears, or Kim Kardashian over there. They'll blow you. They've blown everyone. Besides, Lindsay looks like she can use some protein." "Okay, Ice. Thanks," he said bumping fists with his brother from another mother. "Wait. Hold on," said Coco shooting her man a suspiciously jealous look "How do you know that Paris Hilton, Brittney Spears, and Kim Kardashian blows everyone?" "That's common knowledge, Coco," said Ice slow to answer with a sudden look of nervousness. "Everyone knows those three women are ho's." "Have they blown you, too?" "Listen, Coco, I'm not going to lie to you. It was a few years ago and I was drunk. I didn't--" "You didn't what? You didn't know your cock was in their mouths and they were sucking on you?" She looked from her husband to Snoop Dog. "Take out your cock, Snoop, and I'll suck you now that my husband has confessed to cheating on me with those three cunts," said Coco. Snoop released his package and as soon as he did, Coco leaned her head in Snoop's lap to take him in her mouth. With her hand around his cock and his hand feeling her big boob, she was sucking him, really sucking him, now. "Let me know, when you're going to cum, Snoop," said Coco removing Dog's cock from her mouth long enough to speak. "I don't want you cumming in my mouth." "Don't worry, Coco. I promise not to cum in your mouth. Just suck. Don't talk." With a heavy hand pressing her dyed blonde, pretty head down, within just a matter of minutes, Snoop unloaded a huge amount of cum in Coco's mouth and she spit all that he gave her in her napkin and tossed it under the next table over. Not knowing that Coco had just blown Snoop Dog and that Coco had spit his huge volume of cum in her napkin, when Cameron Diaz reached down to grab her lipstick from her purse, she found the discarded napkin of Snoop Dog's cum. As if in a remake of 'There's Something About Mary', Cameron thought Snoop's love juice was hair gel. "Ooh, just what I need. Hair gel," said Cameron scooping the cum up in her hand and wiping it through her hair. "Thank you, Coco, for letting me to feel your tit, while giving me a blowjob and allowing me to cum in your mouth," said Snoop, the last part in a whisper, while still grabbing her massive ass and touching, feeling, fondling, and caressing her massive breast and fingering her big nipple. "That's enough, Snoop. You're giving my ass and breast rashes by rubbing on them like that," she said looking down at her breast. "You're a lucky man, Ice, a lucky man to have a woman like her. She's a great little cocksucker." "Thanks, Dog. Coming from anyone but you, I'd be insulted but with all the women you've been with, you know a good cocksucker, when you have one sucking your cock. That compliment means a lot to me." The next table over sat Gene Simmons with his wife, Shannon Tweed, Stevie Nicks, Steven Tyler, Mick Jagger, Elton John, David Bowie, and Stevie Wonder. A table full of aging rock stars, all horny men with two hot blondes, one could only imagine their conversation. "What kind of car do you drive, Elton?" Gene Simmons waited for the aging rock star to finish chewing his food to answer him. "I have quite a few cars, actually, but my favorite cars are the old English cars, Rolls, Bentley, Aston Martins, and Jaguar. Proper cars they were, before they were taken over by VW, BMW, and Ford. Now, they're all a plastic mess, I'm afraid." "Ice T has a couple of Bentley's and a Rolls," said Gene. "And Kim Kardashian just bought her boyfriend, Kanye West, a $750,000 Lamborghini Aventador LP 700-4." "I still cherish my older handmade, hand crafted cars, before they gave way to mass production and were ruined by VW, BMW, and Ford," said Elton. I agree that the new ones aren't nearly the same and don't have close to the handmade level they once had," said Ice T leaning in his chair to be a part of the car conversation at the next table. "What they lose in quality and craftsmanship, they gain in speed and technology. I just love cars." "Aston Martin's are my favorite cars," said Mick Jagger. "I've been driving one, since the '60's. Even though they're owned by Ford now, I still think, even the new ones, are a proper English car, that is, except for some of the cheap hardware they mix and match from their other less expensive models." "The Americans have always been stingy penny pinchers putting quantity over quality. German cars, Porsches, Audis, and Mercedes are my weakness," said David Bowie" Iman loves her little custom made Audi TT." "Where is Iman?" Shannon looked at David with curiosity. "Is she here?" "She's on a photo shoot in South Africa," said David. "Actually, her photo shoot ties into this movie, somewhat. Because she's so thin, they are using her as the African spokesperson for world hunger." "How nice," said Stevie Nicks. "What about you, Gene? What kind of car do you drive," said Steven Tyler. "Even though I own a lot of cars, they're just transportation for me. I'm usually driven around in a limousine, instead of driving myself. When I must drive, I drive whichever car my family leaves me," he said with a laugh. "I do have a particular fondness for my Ranger Rovers, not that I've ever gone off road in a vehicle, but they are the perfect truck for going anywhere in any weather." "I like driving the Rolls Royce that Oprah bought me for appearing on her show," said Stevie Wonder. "Now, that's a beautiful car, even if it was made in Germany by VW." "Ditto that about the Rolls," said Ice. "I just bought a white one. I love the thing. It rides better than my Bentleys." "No offense, Stevie, but how can you drive? You're blind," said Gene Simmons waving his hand across Stevie's sunglasses, "aren't you?" "I had a custom race track built for me. The walls are all cushioned and we mounted special fabricated cushions around the car. My co-driver grabs the wheel, if I head for the wall," said Stevie. "Besides, much like Al Pucino, when he made that movie, Scent of a Woman, and played blind, Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade, he drove that Ferrari through the streets with the help of his co-pilot. I don't have to see where I'm going to drive. I can literally feel my way around the track, especially when driving my Ferrari 458, it has such wonderful road feel." The next table over sat Bruce Willis and his date, Ashton Kutcher and his date, Demi Moore and her date, and David and Victoria Beckham. No one was talking, not even about world hunger, that is, until Victoria Beckham spoke, after having seen some of the African models leaving the sound stage. "Do I look fat in this dress?" She looked from the bone thin models to emaciated looking Demi Moore for her opinion. "Fat? A pound away from being an Auschwitz prisoner, you're a literal bone, Victoria. I wish I were as thin as you are. You make me feel fat," she said looking at Victoria with jealousy. "That dress looks, as if it was made for you," said Demi to Victoria, before turning to Ashton. "Do I look fat in this dress?" "Fat? You look sexy," said Ashton reaching beneath the table and under her dress to grab a handful of Demi's naked pussy. "Thank you, but after comparing myself to some of the malnourished people I've seen here tonight, I feel fat, especially when comparing myself to Victoria," said Demi. Ashton looked from Demi to Victoria and studied her. Always so rudely outspoken, always freely insulting people, never able to think before blurting out his stupidity, he appeared as if he wanted to say something to Victoria. For the first time, by the look of consternation on his face, obviously, he wrestled with his thoughts and then he said what he was thinking anyway. "You're not anorexic," said Ashton, "are you?" "Anorexic? No, I'm English," said Victoria. "No, what I meant was--" "Please don't educate her," said David leaning into Ashton to say in a hushed whisper. "I like keeping her in the dark about such things. Young, dumb, and full of my cum," he said in a laugh. "In such an unaware state of mind, her eyes are closed to all of my sordid indiscretions." "I see," said Ashton rolling his eyes. "I need to get you two on Punked," he said with a laugh. Kobe Bryant, Shaquille O'Neal, Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, the Williams sisters, Venus and Serena, and Danica Patrick and her husband, physical therapist, Paul Edward Hospenthal, all sat at the next table. "Don't touch me. I despise you. You sicken me," said Danica recoiling from his touch, when her husband put his arm around her shoulder. "Please go sit at another table. I saw a table in the corner filled with young women under the age of 18-years-old, where you can sit and inappropriately touch them." "Very funny, Danica," said her husband. "I told you that I didn't have sex with that 16-year-old girl." "Yeah, well, with you being 46-years-old and with me just turning 30-years-old, now that the world knows your preference for underage woman, I wonder if I'm actually too old for you. My psychiatrist told me the reason why I agreed to do commercials for the web site, Go Daddy, is only because of the name. Apparently, I'm still searching for my Daddy, which is, obviously, why I married you, a dirty, old man." "Do you want me to take him out, Danica," said Mike Tyson. "'Cause I can take him out with one punch," said Iron Mike staring at her husband, as if he wanted to kill him. "Thank you, Mike, I know you can take him out with one punch, but no thank you." "I need some air," she said winking and nodding her head at Mike Tyson, while making eyes with Michael Jordon. Both men escorted Danica outside to the balcony. Tyson sat on a bench, while Danica, with her ass in the air, leaned forward unzipped him, pulled out his cock, and started stroking him, before sucking him. Better than the blowjob she gave Mario Andretti and Roger Penske, Danica was sucking Mike Tyson's cock, as if he had the power to put her in an Indy car. "Just wanting to be in the spirit of things, I'd never do this, if it wasn't Nude Day," she said to Mike Tyson, as she continued sucking him, while Michael Jordan raised her evening gown, pulled down her panties, and took her from behind. Maybe it was because of John Travolta laundering his dirty laundry with George Clooney, or Katie Holmes outing Cameron Diaz's affair with her husband, but there was suddenly an atmosphere of angry sexuality in the room. Certainly, it didn't help matters, when Christina Aguilera exposed her breasts to Kanye West, and Taylor Swift groped his cock, before sucking him. It only made matters worse, when Coco blew Snoop Dog in public, after her husband, Ice, confessed his brief affair with Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, and Kim Kardashian. Perhaps, Danica Patrick sucking Mike Tyson and fucking Michael Jordan was the last straw. Yet, whatever it was, the subject matter of the film changed from a documentary of world hunger to a pornographic film about celebrities having a sexual orgy. Every table had some kind of sexual interaction happening. "I still love you, Brad," said Jennifer Aniston, while kissing and kissing him. When he started feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples, she unzipped him, pulled out his cock, and started giving him a hand job, before she fell to her knees between his legs to give him a blowjob. "I'm not a frigid bitch, anymore, Brad," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak, before sucking him again. "And you can cum in my mouth. I swallow now," she said looking up at her ex-husband. Paying no never mind to what her husband was doing with Jennifer, Angelina had sexual thoughts of her own. Naked Celebrities for Nude Day "You're so beautiful," said Angelina Jolie to Stacy Keibler, while kissing her and feeling her everywhere. "I've never been with a woman, Angelina, that is, since college," said Stacy, "but after seeing how beautiful you are in person, I'd like to be intimate with you." Not caring that his girlfriend was getting it on with Angelina, George Clooney was involved in a threesome with John Travolta and Kelly Preston. When both men weren't fucking and sucking Kelly, they were fucking and sucking one another. "I've always loved you, George," said John. "And I've always wanted to do you, John," said George. Just as it was exciting to watch George and John have their wicked way with Kelly, it was disturbing to see George blowing John, before John fucked George up the ass. Tired of her sniping at him, Tom Cruise finally had enough. He grabbed Nicole by the arm, pulled her to him, and kissed her hard. Then, as if they were doing a remake of Eyes Wide Shut, he turned her around, bent her over the table, raised up her gown, and took her like a dog. Too busy to care that her husband was having sex with his ex-wife, Katie Holmes was making out with Cameron Diaz. They were going at one another, as if they were two lesbians in heat. Rolling around on the carpet, when Cameron wasn't licking Katie's pussy, Katie's face was buried between Cameron's legs. Watching all the lesbian action of the two women, Alex Rodriguez masturbated, while watching Cameron having lesbian sex. "Wow! This is way better than having animal sex with Madonna," said Alex. After finishing her discussion about stock portfolios, returns on investment, and tax shelters, Oprah started making out with Suze Orman. No doubt, with financial investing in common, money was the one thing that aroused both woman. Having her own good time, after talking in length about their extensive shoe collections, Gayle King was kissing Whoopi Goldberg, while feeling her big tits. Under the table and away from the prying eyes of everyone else and the multitude of cameras, Ellen Degeneres was eating Jodie Foster. Making her own good time, Rosie O'Donnell was making eyes at Lindsay Lohan, before the two of them sat together to get better acquainted by kissing and touching. Meanwhile Taylor Swift and Cristina Aguilera were having a threesome with Kanye West, while Justin Bieber watched. Taking turns sucking his cock, when Taylor wasn't sucking Kanye, Cristina was. Not yet completely out of the closet, Miley Cyrus masturbated over Lady Gaga, while watching Adele and Fergie kissing and touching one another. "I'm not really a lesbian," said Lady Gaga. "I'm bi-sexual." "I'm not a lesbian either," said Fergie. "I'm just experimenting." "I prefer men, too," said Adele, "but I don't mind licking a pussy, once in a while." "Kiss me," said Gaga to Miley. "Kiss me," said Adele to Fergie. Having a private party at his own table, Jay Z watched his wife, Beyonce, making out with Jennifer Hudson. A fan idolization thing, even though she wasn't lesbian and had never had a lesbian lover, Jennifer loved Beyonce and would do anything for her, even lick her pussy. "Kiss her, Jennifer. Suck her tits. Eat her pussy. Oh, my God, this is so hot," said Jay Z pulling out his cock and stroking himself, while watching the lesbian sexual action between his wife and Jennifer. "The best Nude Day I've ever had, I want to watch you, Jennifer, lick my wife's pussy, before my wife licks your pussy." Having the green light from her husband, no doubt wanting to make him happy, Beyonce fulfilled her husband's every sexual wish by having lesbian sex with Jennifer Hudson. Britney Spears, Kim Kardashian, and Paris Hilton went from table to table looking for sex. With no one wanting to be seen having sex with them, afraid they'd be another embarrassed celebrity on a gone viral sex tape, everyone turned them down. Slapping her across the face in between kisses, Chris Brown and Rhiana were in the far corner making up, making out, and making rough love. Finally, finding someone who'd have sex with them, Gene Simmons of Kiss agreed to have sex with Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, and Kim Kardashian, while his wife, Shannon Tweed, fumed and fussed. "I thought, once you married me, you were going to remain faithful," said Shannon to Gene. "How could you pass up having sex with me for sluts like them? How could you have sex with her," she said pointing to Paris Hilton. "She has Herpes." "I'm a Jewish man, Shannon. Just as Jewish men can never say no, Jewish men can never be faithful. Actually, it's in the Torah. Infidelity is part of our religion. Sorry," said Gene. "Don't worry, I'll wear a condom and I'll make it up to you. I'll sign up for more therapy that we can show on our reality TV show, Family Jewels." "Fuck you, Gene. Two can play this game," said Shannon stomping off to look for sex. "If you're going to have sex with these little sluts, then I'm going to find someone to fuck and lick me, too," she said turning to her husband, who was already busy with the three women. "Go ahead," said Gene waving a hair of disinterest. "It's about time you had some fun, too." Shannon walked over to Steven Tyler and Mick Jagger. "Do either or both of you want to do me?" Shannon looked from one to the other. "I'm trying to make my husband jealous," she said lowering her gown to expose her breasts to the rock stars. "Sorry, but I'm too old, Shannon," said Steven. "I'm all talk. I just can't get it up anymore. Besides, I have Herpes." "I threw out my back, otherwise, I'd give you a good bang," said Mick. "I can still get it up, but not today. You can blow me, if you'd like," said Mick taking out his cock. "Thank you, no. I get enough of that at home. I'm looking for someone to satisfy me for once," she said looking from them to look around the room for a suitable lover. "I'll do you, Shannon," said Cee Lo Green, still holding his rented, white cat. "Who said that? I could have sworn I heard a voice," said Shannon looking to her right and to her left. "I said that," said Cee Lo. "I'm down here, Shannon." "Oh, hi, Cee Lo," said Shannon looking down at Cee Lo, who stood barely chest level to her. "I'm a sucker for a tall, beautiful blonde with big tits," he said smiling his toothy white grin. "I'll lick your pussy, until you cum and I'll lick your pussy again, until you cum again. Then, I'll fuck you, until you fall in love with my fat, black ass, Shannon. The way that I see things is that a tall, blonde, beautiful woman, such as yourself, should never go unsatisfied because a tall, blonde, beautiful woman--" "Don't you ever stop talking? Just shut the Hell up and lick my pussy," said Shannon picking up Cee Lo and carrying him over to the table in the corner, where they had more privacy. At more than 6' tall with heels and hair, she towered over Cee Lo's 5'6" frame. "Okay," said Shannon. "Sorry, Shannon. I promise I won't say another word. My lips are sealed, except to say how beautiful you are and what big, beautiful breasts you have. The fact that your husband has not only cheated on you but also rejected you and forced you to--" "Don't talk, Cee Lo. Just lick, Cee Lo, just lick." Sitting on his face to stop his blabbing and endless verbiage, Shannon mounted Cee Lo in view of her husband, while Elton John and David Bowie had gay sex in the corner. Entwined in the 69 position, both men were blowing one another. A celebrity sight to be seen, so many celebrities were having sex with other celebrities. No one would ever think they'd ever have sex with the celebrities that they were having sex with and no one would believe they were having sex in public and on film. Yet, there they all were having sex on Nude Day. "I miss Michael," said Janet sitting in the corner topless, but for gold rings around her nipples. "Even though I'm the richest I've ever been, after selling all of my brother's possessions, including his shoes, coats, and gloves, and releasing songs to the world that he never wanted released, I now realize that money isn't everything. I wish someone would love me," she said looking around the room to see so many celebrities having sex. "How can anyone love the real me, when everything about me is phony? I'm a phony. Everything about me is fake, my tits, my hair, even my voice, enhanced by a mixer in a sound booth. I'm a loser. Waiter, bring me a dozen donuts and some ice cream. I'm tired of being on a Nutrisystem diet. I'm tired of wearing this body girdle," she said reaching beneath her dress to remove her girdle and to unearth a huge volume of fat around her waist and ass. On the other side of the room, Demi Moore was blowing Ashton Kutcher, while Bruce Willis was fucking her anally. With all three of them so selfish and so self-centered, the three of them deserved one another. Meanwhile, David and Victoria Beckham sat alone at their table, while watching the sexual antics of everyone. No one offered them sex. No one wanted to have sex with them. Even they didn't want to have sex with or talk to one another. Looking so much like one of the malnourished Africans, Victoria was a walking bone. She looked as if she had anorexia. Moreover, she looked so unhappy. "Just tell me one thing, Victoria," said David to his wife. "What is it, dear?" "Why are you still wearing that ridiculous hat? William and Kate's Royal Wedding was over months ago." "Why? Don't you like my hat?" "Truth be told, Victoria. The hat makes you look fat." "I shall never wear the hat again," she said immediately removing the hat from her head. "Make a wish," said a waiter passing by Victoria. With her thighs the size of most men's arms, she didn't look healthy, not nearly as healthy as her soccer playing husband. With everyone having sex but them, with everyone captured on film in some sort of sexual position, it was a sad refrain that David and Victoria Beckham remained so sadly motionless. With the movie no longer about hunger but about celebrity sex, the director was glad to have a Nude Day sexual movie better than was so much better than the Nude Day documentary that he had originally set out to make. THE END This is an Nude Day contest story. Please vote, comment, and add me and my story to your list of favored authors and favored story. Thank you for reading, voting, and/or commenting on my story.