0 comments/ 7169 views/ 1 favorites Calle Ocho Shower Ch. 01 By: Nizhnaya (Author's Note: This is a story involving a lathery threesome in the shower with Pitbull, myself, and the lovely Sagia Castaneda (otherwise known as the Silver Bikini Girl)! I mean absolutely no harm or disrespect to either of these two celebrities, as I would gladly perform this soapy service for them if asked! That said, here is our втроём, Chapter 1!) * IT WAS GOING TO BE A LONG, HOT DAY at Pitbull's latest music video shoot. His newest song was called "Playa Brasiliana," about beautiful beaches (and equally-beautiful women) in Brazil. I was an extra on the set, although I was nowhere near lovely enough to be in the video. I was what some of his swimsuit-wearing models called "puta" and "gordita". That, of course, meant "whore" and "little fat one." A few of the bolder ones even referred to me as "Betty la Fea," or Ugly Betty, although that was nowhere near my name. My job was to launder the models' bikinis in-between shoots, by hand, and to scrub the toilets in their dressing trailers. I got paid well by Pitbull's staff--very well, as a matter of fact--but the fact remained that I was a lowly peon in the world of celebrities and rappers. One day I, "Betty la Fea", the models' miserable maid, was sweating as I entered and cursing the fact that some "pendejo"--er, butt hole--had forgotten to turn on the air conditioner in the trailer of Sagia Castaneda, Pitbull's lead girl. She was the only model who was ever kind to me, referring to me by name and complimenting me on the Spanish I still remembered from college. She had asked me to come early, at 6:00 AM, to clean her bathroom before she woke up. Even though I hated getting up that early with a passion, this was Sagia and not one of the other girls! I would do anything for her, and she knew it. That was why she'd left me a tall pitcher of ice water and a plate of homemade sopapillas for breakfast! While I was nibbling on them hungrily, I heard the familiar grunts and groans of vigorous sex from the bedroom. Embarrassed, I finished the sopapillas as fast as possible, polished off the last of a cold glass of "agua", and went to work. In the early-morning heat, I was only clad in a bikini top and capri jeans. My status as a maid was only revealed by my hideous orange rubber gloves! I hated those things... Let's see--what to do first? The sink? Nah. The mirror? Boring! Ah--the john! After I squirted a liberal dose of The Works into its yawning hole and scoured it vigorously with the toilet brush, I got the all-natural organic cleaner and a soft gray rag. Sagia would be touching this surface--taking a piss or a dump, no doubt, but her skin was very sensitive to harsh chemicals. As I saturated the rag with the cleaner, I closed my eyes and inhaled the salt sea air. Beautiful! Even though I was only a servant, "the help", working on a beach trailer did have its upsides! I knelt down and began to scrub the porcelain outside of the toilet, humming softly as I worked. I heard muted Spanish, or rather Portuguese, from the bedroom. I'd better hurry... Suddenly, Pitbull himself entered stark-naked, with a stark-naked Sagia behind him! I stood up, shut my eyes, and stammered, "Uh--lo siento! Lo siento, senor! Senorita! I'll leave now--pronto!" "Quedale," replied Pitbull slyly. "Stay. Sagia and I could sure use a shower--as could you," he continued, smelling what must have been a serious deodorant breakthrough on my part! "We've been--haciendo el amor," he explained, meaning making love. "I know that some of us here on the shoot treat you like you're some piece of mierda," Pitbull said, "but you keep our banos clean, and you work very hard. You're also sweet, querida." I blushed. He had just called me "dear"--not "whore" or "fatty" as so many of the others had! "Would you care to join us for our 'ducha'?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing! He had just asked me to join them in the shower! I nearly dropped the cleaning rag right on the floor. All I could do was stare and blink, blink and stare, until Sagia took my hand. "Ven aca," she said. "Come here. You can wash both of us." Was this a dream?! This couldn't be happening... The hottest two people in the Calle Ocho Redux/Playa Brasiliana shoot wanted me to--! Calle Ocho Shower Ch. 02 (Again, I mean no disrespect to Pitbull or Senorita Castaneda. If they wanted a shower from me...:* ) * Despite Sagia's trailer being, well, trailer-size, she had a surprisingly big bathroom with a shower big enough for three! I let her lead me by the hand into the tiled enclosure, while Pitbull took time to grab three clean washcloths and two full bars of scented antibacterial soap. I still couldn't believe this was happening! I felt like Cinderella, although I'd still be doing a lot of scrubbing... There was already shampoo in the shower. Sagia stepped into it first, positioning me behind her, and then Pitbull bringing up the rear. Both of them smelled like sweat and the salty aftermath of sex. As for me, I smelled like sweat and eau de toilet, but that situation would change "muy, muy pronto"...! Sagia turned on the hot water full-blast. I spit water out of my mouth and laughed! She said something soft in Portuguese. "Shampoo her hair," said Pitbull, winking slyly. As soon as Sagia's waterfall of ebony tresses became slick and dripping with water, Pitbull took the shampoo and squirted a liberal dollop into my right hand. I rubbed my palms together in sublime anticipation and slid my fingers through Sagia's hair, letting the lather streak them like bleach highlights at the beauty shop. Giggling, I started scratching her scalp gently with my firm pink nails. They were natural, un-manicured, and perfectly suited for making her scalp tingle and pulse with pleasure. I heard Sagia moan softly. "Ay...." She leaned back, letting me wipe a drop of shampoo away from her eyes with my thumb. The suds, smelling of the sea and sweet jasmine, were starting to cascade down her perfectly-tanned back and butt. I wanted to scrub every part of her, to pleasure Sagia with soapy bliss until she...Never mind! Only if she wanted it... Pitbull grabbed a bar of soap and a clean, wet washrag. "Start lathering up her back," he said, "and I'll do yours." He took the other bar of soap and started rubbing it across my shoulder blades, hard, making me gasp in sudden surprise! As for Sagia, I sudsed up the white washcloth until it was even more white and then stroked it across her back. She laughed at the tickle-inducing bubbles, and I started breathing very heavily. Pitbull was moving the bar of soap down my back, making me slick and sticky, and wet in more places than one...! Once he hit my lower back, I gasped, moving the washcloth to the same spot on Sagia. I felt her trembling beneath the rag. She bent over slightly, and I began to wash her butt. Pitbull stepped back for a minute. "I'm enjoying the show," he said with a playful squeeze on my ample rear end. "Soap her up good, now. Do that part first, and then her tits." I blushed. How dare he talk that way about my Sagia's magnificent mammaries! Nevertheless, I lathered Sagia's left cheek with the rag first, then her right, and then, after a very liberal re-sudsing with the bar of soap, I went to work on her delicious crack. Sagia gasped for breath. "She says you're doing good," said Pitbull. "Now, shower slave, let's see if Sagi' wants more." "El pecho, por favor, solamente con las manos!" I understood. She wanted me to wash her chest but only with my soft white hands. I took the bar of soap, snuck it around to the space between them, and made both of my hands nice and sudsy. First I began at the top of her full, wet Latina breasts, hot as roasted marshmallows and dripping like ripe peaches that are juicy to the taste! I massaged the left one first, carefully cleansing all the way down to the nipple. Once I reached it, I teased it with the bar of soap until it became hard as a rock. Then, ever so gently, I lathered beneath the nipple, with Sagia breathing so deeply I seriously thought she was about to hyperventilate! Once I was done, her left breast as white and creamy as a real marshmallow, she lifted it up for me to wash underneath it. I scrubbed the area tenderly, feeling the hot soap drip down to her pierced navel. Once I was done with Righty, I'd do that next! I repeated the process until she looked like she had a bra on made out of scented lather. Once I was done with her, she wouldn't need any deodorant today at all! I scrubbed her armpits vigorously with the rag once I had re-lathered it, and then I slowly massaged the tendrils of soap into the skin of her arms and hands. She kissed me, licking my wet tongue with her own in a slow, choreographed dance. I'd never been so excited in my life... Once I had teased her by washing her thighs, legs and feet, taking time to suck her toes one by one as she lifted her clean tarsals up to me, Sagia let out a stream of Portuguese that was as hot as the water in the shower! I didn't understand a word. Luckily, Pitbull was there to translate! "She wants you to scrub all the cum and sweat out of a certain place of hers," he said, "with the rag, and your hands, and then two other things." I pinched myself hard on the butt. This was a dream! Sagia winked at me, purring commandingly. Calle Ocho Shower Ch. 03 (Author's Note: I wonder how Sagia would react if I tried this little hygiene experiment with her in real life! Once again, I mean no disrespect. Enjoy!) * Sagia Castaneda suddenly stepped forward in the giant shower/bathtub, the porcelain floor of it dripping with soap. She winked at me and sidled around to Pitbull, whispering in his ear. Suddenly bursting into a fit of boisterous laughter, he stepped out of the tub, dried off a little, and dashed toward Sagia's bedroom as fast as he could. When he returned, he was carrying a bottle of something--Summer's Eve Feminine Wash, with Morning Paradise fragrance! I slapped my right hand over my mouth to keep from laughing as hard as he had, to no avail. Why on Earth would Pitbull need THAT?!? He was such a manly man! Then it hit me--duh! It wasn't for him, but her... Sagia pressed her right hand to my breast. "Lie down in the tub," she said gently in English. "It is more than big enough for how I want you to soap me up." Kissing her gently on the lips, I obeyed. She took the bottle of Summer's Eve from her rapper friend and licked her lips. "Watch the show," she said, "and then you'll have a turn!" My heart leapt into my throat--with her, or me?!? I was lying on my back in the tub, the hot spray of the shower cascading over me like a waterfall. Sagia turned it off for a moment and opened the bottle of feminine wash. Kneeling down so that she straddled me, with the wet mound between her legs pressing against my breasts, she told me what she wanted to do to get herself fully clean. "I'm going to squirt the wash gel all over your two lovely 'pechos'," she said with a smirk, "and the way I'll get myself clean down there is by using them as scrubbing sponges. I'm going to rub myself against you, esclava, and I want you to soap up the area that I shave with your hands. Comprendes?" I almost died right then and there! She had called me her slave, and now she was going to use my breasts as washrags for her...! All I could do was nod furiously as Pitbull sat down on the back ledge of the tub to ogle us. Sagia laughed, her eyes sparkling, and she pressed the tip of the bottle to my breasts. Applying the cool wet gel to first my right one, then my left, she pushed back her wet hair and spread a final line of feminine wash upon her pubis, the area that she shaved regularly. Pitbull could barely take this. He was as hard as a slab of granite, his "Como?" still covered with Sagia's sticky salt and his own torrent of semen. "One, two, three, four! Uno, do', tres, quatro!" My favorite model began to rub herself against my slippery breasts, straddling them expertly, as I stroked her pubis with my soft, wet hands. I let her expose and scrub the outer lips of her vulva, making both Lefty and Righty saturated with soap. As the part she shaved got covered with suds, looking like whipped cream against her tan skin, Sagia spread herself apart further with her fingers and started rubbing more vigorously against my flesh. I felt her tiny sweet spot nuzzling Lefty, and I shrieked out in ecstasy. You may wonder: Why wasn't I having 16,000 climaxes right then and there? The thing was, I wanted to, but I was pleasuring Sagia, not myself! I continued to wash the area below her navel and between her legs, but not the folds. Just the part that Pitbull saw if she took off her silver bikini bottom! This was phenomenal... Sagia scrubbed herself against me for five minutes straight, as I bit down hard on a wet washcloth to keep from screaming too loud and puncturing Pitbull's eardrums. As for him-- "Okay, okay, stop, stop, stop!" he cried. "Alto! Alto!" Sagia froze, and Pitbull looked down at me. "You are a--how do you say it--двустволка, yes? A gun with two barrels? Two of your holes can be occupied at the same time?" I nodded. "Then, Sagia," he said, turning to his mistress, "you can soap up the hole between her legs, and after she washes my 'Como?' and gets all the sweat and cum off of it, her mouth hole will certainly be...occupied." I licked my lips. If this paradise was to end immediately, I'd die a happy "mujercita", but it was far from over yet! Sagia agreed. Pitbull stood over me, his "Como?" within reach of my hands. As the girl slithered down the length of the tub to my own "Hole #1", I shut my eyes and prayed the phone wouldn't ring...