0 comments/ 4938 views/ 3 favorites High Concept By: brethard "So happy we're almost done." "Yeah, same here." Michael Carter and Abby O'Donovan both smiled at each other as they worked on the final scenes of the screenplay for "Flight Risk." They were both surprised that they were now getting along so well with each other; for the first few weeks of their collaboration, their egos seemed to barely fit inside her Los Angeles condo. Michael only agreed to star in "Flight Risk" on the condition that he receive an opportunity to rewrite the screenplay. First Fleet Pictures, the Australian production company making the film, wanted desperately to be in the Michael Carter business—after five consecutive hits, he was now arguably the biggest male comedy star in the world—but Michael thought the original script was unfunny and lame, and did not hesitate to say so...even though Abby wrote it. At the start, Michael was a little paranoid about having to work with Abby, who had four straight hits of her own and was now, according to Entertainment Weekly, "Hollywood's New Queen of Comedy." Abby was born and raised in Canberra, and Michael was convinced that First Fleet's Aussie executives simply wanted to use his name and popularity to benefit one of their own. Certainly, the film's action-comedy premise focused more on Abby, who would play Louise Flynn, an Australian woman who travels to New York to find the investment banker she suspects of murdering her best friend, who had moved from Sydney to be with him. Michael would play Chris Jackson, the brash, wisecracking NYPD detective who helps Abby. Abby's original script was built around the idea that Louise's knowledge of the US criminal justice system was derived exclusively from watching American police-procedural shows, while Chris's knowledge of Australia was limited to watching the "Crocodile Dundee" movies on cable. Michael thought that Abby made Chris sound like a typical jive-talking African-American man, and wanted to revise the character to make him a more no-nonsense cop, while Louise would provide the comic relief. Abby, who was producing the film, and who insisted upon working with Michael on the rewrite to her original screenplay, argued with Michael on this point early on, declaring: "I want Eddie Murphy, and you want Denzel Washington!" "No," Michael replied. "I just don't want to play another black fool!" For weeks, Michael and Abby reworked the screenplay, trying to find the right mix of humor that would appeal to both American and Australian audiences, trying to give as much depth as possible to their characters. Abby ultimately agreed to depict Chris as a somewhat more serious character, while Michael agreed to a few scenes in which Louise helped get Chris out of trouble. Gradually, their relationship became less frosty. Michael and Abby even started going out to lunch together in between screenwriting sessions; the tabloids began to report that the two were now Hollywood's newest superstar couple, with one notorious blogger wondering if Michael had already gone "Down Under" on Abby. The two laughed it off, but it was obvious to those who saw them out in LA together that they were now on very good terms. Abby couldn't deny Michael's sex appeal. He was as fine as he was funny—6-foot-3 and 240 muscular pounds, with medium-brown skin, short wavy black hair, big hands and a great smile. Michael was often said to resemble a young Blair Underwood, and Abby always thought that wasn't an inaccurate comparison. Once their relationship thawed out, Michael would teasingly call Abby "Miranda," playing off her resemblance to Miranda Kerr. Abby didn't personally see the resemblance—"she's way hotter than I am," she'd joke—but Abby knew that with her sparking blue eyes, long, light-brown hair and tanned Australian complexion, she was the fantasy that played out in the minds of numerous teenage boys as they played with themselves. Michael suggested a few scenes were Louise would be mistaken for Miranda Kerr, and even wrote a scene in which the real Kerr would appear in a cameo, complementing Louise on her appearance and asking for beauty tips. Abby loved Michael's suggestion, and after the two acted out the scene, with Michael playing Miranda, Abby squealed in delight. "Thank you! This is gonna be the scene that everyone talks about! Thank you so much!" Abby gave Michael a congratulatory kiss on the cheek. She was surprised at how smooth his complexion was; she was immediately filled with the urge to kiss him again, and did so. Michael was a bit confused. "Hey, what was that for?" "Uh...uh, I don't know. I'm sorry." "You don't have to be sorry." "OK." Michael touched the lipstick mark on his cheek. He was still stunned. "Oh, God, I'm sorry," Abby whispered. "I don't know what came over me." "No, no, that's OK," Michael replied. Then he smiled. "I just got kissed by America's sweetheart. Shit!" Abby smiled. "Well, Australia's sweetheart," she laughed. "Naw, naw...seriously. You don't understand..." Michael gestured to Abby to sit down. "Look, uh, you gotta understand why I act so hard, all right? I'm just a black kid from Bed-Stuy...I still think of myself that way. All this fame, all this money—it could all go away tomorrow. I know that." Abby nodded. "It's just weird, you know? It's weird having models chase after you...I mean, girls wouldn't even give me the time of day growing up, until they found out I was funny." "I can't believe girls wouldn't give you the time of day." "You should have seen me when I was young." Abby laughed. "Naw, seriously. This is still so weird. Look, when I was growing up, I never thought I'd even travel to another country, much less meet people from other countries. I never imagined being able to hang out with the coolest people in the world. And now, it's like—not only have I been to all these countries, I just got kissed by the hottest girl in two countries!" "I don't know about 'the hottest girl,'" she replied. "But I know how weird it is—well, not exactly the same way, but I never thought I'd be in America. I never thought I'd be in New York or LA. I never thought I'd be in movies or on TV. I was kinda awkward growing up, and boys didn't want to be with me even after they found out I could make people laugh." "Wow. So you weren't always the hot chick?" Abby nodded. "Damn." "Did you ever think we'd have so much in common?" "Naw, naw...I'm kinda sorry, because I thought you were kinda arrogant when I first met you." "Well, that's another thing in common—I thought the same about you!" They both laughed. "Well," Michael replied, "it's good to see that we were both wrong!" -- Michael and Abby didn't finish working on the final scenes until midnight. The climax of the screenplay would be a shootout involving Chris Jackson and the investment banker, with the latter falling into the Hudson River to his death. The last scene would be Chris escorting Louise to LaGuardia Airport so that she could catch a flight back home to Sydney. Louise would thank Chris and give him a kiss on the cheek, waving goodbye before boarding the plane. Michael and Abby acted out the final scene. When it was time for Louise to kiss Chris on the cheek, Abby did so—and again could not restrain herself from kissing him a second time. Then, Abby kissed Michael full on the lips. She leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I can assure you, this will not be in the script." Abby pulled off her blouse, exposing her well-toned midriff. She then removed her bra, showing Michael her lovely round breasts and beautiful erect nipples. "I guess you can call this my first topless scene," she smiled. Michael placed his hands on Abby's beautiful breasts. Then, he quickly removed his shirt, T-shirt, pants and boxers. Abby's blue eyes marveled at the sight of the huge black stick hanging between Michael's muscular legs. A soft night breeze came through the condo window, caressing his black cock and her white breasts. "Abby," Michael whispered. "Yes." "If I told you that I'm a brother who thinks all Aussie girls are hot, what would you say?" "G'day?" Michael and Abby laughed. He then placed his finger on her cheek and mouth. "Abby...I want to make love to you so bad..." "I do too." He pulled down the zipper of her jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He then gently pulled down her panties, exposing her shaved pussy. He kissed her, putting one arm around her shoulders as his other hand caressed her ass. He kissed her neck, her cheek, her ears, and her forehead before laying her down on her bed. They spent most of the night making love, Abby's tongue tenderly pleasing Michael's cock, Michael's tongue doing the same to Abby's pussy. They couldn't get enough of each other's bodies, and loved the unlikely nature of their erotic pairing; Michael moaned that he wanted Abby's white Aussie pussy, while Abby screamed for more of Michael's big black cock. "Oh God, you're so big!" Abby roared as she rode Michael. "Oh God, it's so good!" "You're so fucking beautiful!" Michael yelled later, after he licked Abby's asshole. "I fucking love it!" They couldn't stop grinding on each other; each orgasm only seemed to make them more aroused and more energized. The sex was aggressive and passionate; Michael and Abby fucked in as many positions as their bodies could bear before they both were overcome by exhaustion. In the morning, Abby woke up first, smiling at the thought of her mouth, pussy and ass being filled with Michael's sexy semen just a few hours before. She went to the bathroom mirror and looked at her hair, some of which was still matted with Michael's cum. She smirked at her image and returned to the bedroom, where Michael now had his eyes open. She kissed him and played with the diamond stud in his earlobe, before tracing the muscles on his chest with her finger. "Abby," Michael whispered. "Yes." "Can I say something that might come off a little arrogant?" Abby raised an eyebrow. "What's that?" "You have to admit, between the two of us, there's a lot of talent in this bed." Abby put her head on Michael's chest and they laughed uncontrollably. She then reached up to kiss him, and they made love one more time before breakfast. High Concept Ch. 02 "Flight Risk" became a $200 million hit in the United States, grossing roughly the same amount overseas, and First Fleet Pictures was anxious for a sequel. Michael Carter and Abby O'Donovan weren't thrilled about the idea, however, and wanted to make a romantic comedy instead. They came across an unproduced script entitled "Linus, Lucy and Lisa," about an interracial love triangle involving three powerful New York attorneys-the smooth, handsome Linus Jones, the perky, romantic Lucy Hamilton, and the sexy, ambitious Lisa Donahue. Michael and Abby faced a couple of challenges: they were worried that audiences might not buy the comedy couple as Big Apple legal titans, and they couldn't find a young actress willing to play Lisa, since none of Hollywood's starlets wanted to play third fiddle to the leads. A fateful trip to New York would solve the latter problem... - Abby came across a story about Martin Roberts and Miranda Kelly-Roberts in Legal Digest magazine. Abby thought it was serendipitous that she and Miranda were both successful Aussies who came to America and fell in love with gorgeous black men, and she arranged for both couples to meet in New York. Over dinner at Saoirse's, an expensive Irish restaurant in midtown Manhattan, Martin and Miranda told Michael and Abby about how they met and how they were able to keep their relationship strong. Miranda did most of the talking while Martin, still struggling with guilt from his one-night stand with Miranda's cousin Claire Robyn Kelly, kept to himself. The Aussie ladies were loud, animated, full of life. Michael joined in on the conversation at times, but for the most part he stared at Miranda, jealous that Martin got to go home every night to this smoking hot Aussie redhead. Abby's hot too, he thought, but Miranda is just that much hotter. The conversation soon drifted to the casting problems Michael and Abby were running into with the role of Lisa. When Abby mentioned that they were looking for an up-and-coming sexy blonde actress to play the role, Miranda gave Martin a sharp elbow and said, "Hey, how about Claire?" "Uh, no," Martin groaned. "Oh, you've got to meet her," Miranda yelled, ignoring her husband. "She's so beautiful and so talented. She's a big fan of yours, too, Michael-she loves all the big black comedians." Michael laughed. "Well, I'd certainly love to meet her." "Yeah. Me too," added Abby. Miranda removed her cell phone from her purse and called her cousin, telling her that America's king and queen of comedy were having dinner with her, and that they wanted to stop by to meet her. Claire squealed with disbelief and said she'd love to meet them. After speaking to her cousin, Miranda asked Michael and Abby if they'd like to head over now. They said yes. Martin said he wasn't feeling well, and had to catch a cab home. - Claire gave Miranda a big hug before greeting Michael and Abby. The visitors made their way into Claire's Brooklyn apartment, the one whose rent Martin and Miranda paid for. They sat down at Claire's kitchen table and talked about Claire's experiences in the US, as well as the possibility of flying out to LA to discuss the potential role. Suddenly, the four were interrupted by a knock on the kitchen door. "Mama?" "Colin, why are you up?" Claire asked. "It's too loud." "Oh, I'm so sorry...we've got to keep it down. He needs his sleep." As Claire walked over to her son, both Michael and Abby stared at her toned ass, her long curly blonde hair, her curvaceous body. Then they looked at Colin, and immediately glanced at each other. The young child had Martin's face. They both looked at Miranda, who nodded nervously. A few minutes later, Claire, Miranda, Michael and Abby wrapped up their impromptu meeting, with the Hollywood superstars promising to be in touch. As they left, Michael thought of Claire's luscious body, and what it would be like to get her pregnant with another half-black baby. Abby thought of what it would be like to lick a fellow Aussie's sweet pussy, as she had done numerous times before she left for the states. - Claire flew out to LA two weeks later, leaving Colin in the care of Martin and Miranda. Little did she know that as she left Colin to play with his half-siblings Patrick and Kylie, she'd be in for a little playtime of her own. Michael and Abby booked Claire to stay in the Gramercy Hotel and took her to the finest restaurants in LA. They had her read through the script and were quite impressed by her interpretation of the Lisa Donahue character. They convinced her that this role would make her the next Australian Hollywood superstar. The night before Claire was scheduled to head back to New York, she shared a joint with Michael and Abby at their LA condo and spoke about her dreams for the future and the life she wanted for herself and her son. Suddenly, Michael put his hand on her shoulder. "Claire," he asked. "Yes." "Have you ever heard of this thing called the casting couch?" Claire shuddered. "Uh...do you mean, sex for roles?" "Well, that's not really what it means..." "Really?" Abby then put her hand on Claire's bare thigh. "Well, think of it this way...when you get a role, there's a certain way to, shall we say, celebrate. And you're definitely going to get this role..." Abby leaned in and kissed Claire on the mouth. Claire was stunned. "Did you like that?" Abby whispered. Claire smiled and nodded. Michael then turned Claire's face to his and kissed her. "Did you like that?" he whispered. "Yes...I liked that too," Claire replied. "Claire," Michael whispered. "Both of us want to fuck you really bad...Now, it's OK if you say no, and we'll understand. You're still getting this role. We think you're great...but we'd give anything, anything to fuck you—" "Yes, yes," Claire responded. "I want to fuck you guys too." Quickly, all three removed their clothes and made their way to Michael and Abby's bedroom. Michael and Abby covered Claire's body with kisses, smelling her hair, nuzzling her neck, fondling her breasts, stroking her stomach, licking her inner thighs, playing with her toes. Michael and Abby took turns eating Claire's pussy, causing her to cum repeatedly. The two stars shamelessly used their new protégé as a sexual plaything, whispering in her ear and telling her how beautiful she was as they fucked her. Claire loved having so much sexual attention focused on her, delighting in the fact that two of Hollywood's biggest names couldn't keep their tongues away from her mouth and pussy. As midnight crept closer, Michael lubed Claire's virgin asshole and fucked her anally while Abby licked and kissed her erect nipples. Claire came so hard she almost passed out. The three managed to sneak in another quick fuck before Claire had to leave to catch her flight the next morning. After Claire left, Michael and Abby decided to revise their script. Linus, they decided, would end up with Lucy and Lisa as co-girlfriends. High Concept Ch. 03 "Linus, Lucy and Lisa" became another massive hit for Michael Carter, Abby O'Donovan and First Fleet Pictures. Knowing the importance of keeping a good thing going, Michael and Abby decided to make a third film together: "The Food Fight," a romantic comedy. Michael would play Ron Pierce, the CEO of SubVersives, America's number-one sandwich chain; Abby would play Kelly Mitchell, the CEO of Sydney's SuperSubs, a successful Australian sandwich chain making its way into the American market. After Sydney's overtakes SubVersives in the US, thanks to the popularity of its cartoon mascot Rooney the Kangaroo, Ron plots to put Kelly out of business-only to fall in love with her. Abby was thrilled that Claire Robyn Kelly became a star as a result of her supporting role in "Linus, Lucy and Lisa," and wanted to give another up-and-coming Australian a break. This time, she lobbied for Emma Clancy to be hired as director. Emma, a tall, brown-eyed redhead from the Gold Coast, had made a number of quirky romantic comedies in Australia before moving to Los Angeles. There, she worked on a number of innovative music videos-and wanted to work on the sexy hip-hop and R & B stars of those videos, many of whom were either in serious relationships or uninterested in white women, much to Emma's chagrin. Emma thought Michael was just as hot as any of the singers and rappers she had worked with, but she also knew Michael was off-limits; in no way was she going to cross Abby by going after her man. Her dreams of black cock in her Aussie pussy would not be fulfilled any time soon... - As was the case with "Linus, Lucy and Lisa," Michael and Abby were having difficulty coming up with the right person for the role of George Garvin, the comedian Ron Pierce hires as his new spokesman to counter the popularity of Rooney the Kangaroo. Every name Michael and Abby could come up with had been rejected by First Fleet Pictures on salary grounds; the studio liked to hold on to as much of the money Michael and Abby made for them as possible. When Michael and Abby discussed their dilemma with Emma, she had a quick suggestion: "Hey, how about Tommy Wilkins?" "Who?" Michael and Emma responded. "I can't believe you've never heard of him-I just saw him at the Specter last week!" Emma pulled up clips of Tommy on YouTube for Michael and Abby to watch. Michael was stunned; it was like watching a younger version of himself. Tommy was barely 25 years old, but he was handsome, muscular and brutally funny; his X-rated material would obviously have to be toned down for the movie, but Michael knew that he'd work in the role. Abby was laughing so hard at Tommy's jokes that she almost fell onto the floor. Emma smiled. "I think this guy's got it," the director remarked. "Plus, he's quite cute too." "I'll say," Abby replied. - Two weeks later, Tommy met with Emma, Michael and Abby at the couple's LA condo to discuss the George Garvin role. Even though Tommy was just five years younger than Michael, and was from Oakland, California instead of New York, the two men had similar senses of humor, and immediately hit it off. Michael wanted Tommy to become a star with this movie; it would be Michael's way of giving back to the industry. Michael noticed that Tommy couldn't keep his eyes off Emma-and vice versa. As they discussed the role, the young actor and the director grew more and more animated, as though they wanted to make love to each other with their words. Michael and Abby couldn't get a word in edgewise as Tommy and Emma kept talking, laughing, praising each other. By the time they were too exhausted to talk any more, it was nearly midnight. Just before they left, Tommy pulled Michael aside. "Thank you for this opportunity," Tommy said. "You know I look up to you, and you know I appreciate this." "Well, it was Emma who recommended you." Tommy smiled, and whispered in Michael's ear: "You know I wanna fuck that girl, right?" - Tommy was the star of the set, constantly improvising and forcing Michael and Abby to work even harder than usual to keep up with him. Emma laughed so hard at his jokes that she could barely keep it together while filming scenes. Even the stuffy Australian executives at First Fleet collapsed in laughter when they saw the dailies. Tommy seemed to be Eddie Murphy, Robin Williams and Richard Pryor all rolled into one sexy package. Emma came up with a scene in which George rushed out of the shower to grab a phone call from Kelly, who wanted to offer him $1 million to leave SubVersives to become Sydney's new spokesman, "Outback Otis," who would praise their sandwiches in a faux-Aussie accent. Emma talked Tommy into being shot from the rear, so that female audiences could enjoy his gorgeous, wet, naked black ass-and so that Emma could have a scene she could play over and over again once the film was released on DVD. Emma didn't have to do that much convincing. Tommy was willing to do almost anything Emma wanted. He felt constantly aroused around her, and it took tremendous effort for him to hide his erection on camera. Michael and Abby knew that Tommy was hot for Emma, and that the feeling was mutual. Emma spent every spare moment on set flirting with Tommy, telling him that he was every bit as funny in his scenes as he was on stage, posing for Instagram photos with him. Emma wanted Tommy just as much as she wanted this film to be a hit. - Preview audiences raved about "The Food Fight," and First Fleet Pictures felt confident enough about the film to schedule it for release on Christmas Day. Emma was exhausted from months of post-production; she also deeply missed Tommy, who went back on the road as soon as filming finished, though they stayed in touch via texts and e-mails. Michael and Abby were supposed to fly out to LA on December 20 to attend the premiere of "The Food Fight," but they were snowbound in New York, having traveled there for a holiday dinner with Martin Roberts and Miranda Kelly-Roberts, who helped them perfect their characters in "Linus, Lucy and Lisa." First Fleet panicked; usually, if the stars of a major Hollywood film no-showed the premiere, the gossip rags would immediately spread rumors that the film was a dud, and that the stars had disavowed it. The executives learned that Tommy and Emma were still on the West Coast, and decided to showcase both of them at the premiere, subtly pushing the idea that Tommy was the industry's next comedy icon. Emma wouldn't leave Tommy's side, kissing his cheek on the red carpet, telling reporters that he was a joy to work with, proclaiming that her next movie would be a Tommy Wilkins concert film. Tommy, dressed in a black tuxedo, was stunned by how great Emma looked; the director, who usually showed up on set wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, rocked the red carpet in vintage white gloves and a body-hugging dress featuring a design of the Australian flag. Tommy's fingers itched at the thought of pulling the dress off and licking the gorgeous pussy underneath. After the screening-during which the crowd roared at every one of Tommy's jokes-Tommy and Emma went to the Gramercy Hotel for a post-premiere party. At about 11:00, Emma excused herself and gestured to Tommy to follow her. Tommy and Emma snuck into an elevator and hit the third-floor button. She kissed his cheek again, removed her white gloves and rubbed her hands together. As soon as the door opened, Emma pulled off her blue shoes and ran down the hallway. Tommy ran after her, his erection straining against his tuxedo pants. Emma opened room 326 with her electronic key and pulled Tommy in. She threw her body against the door, thrusting it shut. "Goddamn it," she yelled, pointing to her Australian flag dress, "get this thing off of me!" "Sure," replied Tommy, slowly removing the straps of the dress. "Hey, what's the Australian national anthem anyway? Isn't it 'Waltzing Matilda' or something?" "I don't even give a fuck right now!" Emma yelled. "Come on, hurry up! You're too goddamn slow!" "All right, all right!" Tommy replied, finally unzipping the dress and allowing it to fall to the floor. He loved the contrast of her long red hair against her pale white skin. Emma stepped out of the dress and quickly removed her bra before literally ripping her own panties off, exposing a red forest between her legs. Tommy had never seen a woman rip her own panties off before, nor had he ever seen a pubic bush this thick, this red. Emma threw the shredded panties into an open wastebasket and removed the golden bracelets from her arms. Tommy was stunned by her sexual fury. "What the fuck are you doing standing around, mate?" Emma yelled again. "Come here! Fuck it..." Emma grabbed Tommy's tuxedo shirt and ripped it right from his chest, also tearing off his jacket. Tommy stopped her before she could rip off his pants, choosing to voluntarily remove them; as soon as she saw his black silk boxers, however, her fingers tore them in two, exposing his hardened ten-inch black cock. "Shit!" she yelled. "That looks so good! Come here, damn it..." Emma pushed Tommy onto the chair behind him, dropped to one knee and sucked his cock with an intensity he had never before experienced. It was a roller-coaster ride of a blowjob, with Tommy nearly breaking the chair as his body rocked in pleasure, his loud screams almost shattering the hotel window. Emma licked his head, shaft and balls like a madwoman; it was a though she were a witch possessed by an erotic spirit. When Tommy groaned that he was going to cum, Emma pointed his boiling cock at her face, receiving a full blast of his semen. Emma ran to the bathroom for a towel and wiped her face. She then grabbed Tommy hard by the wrist and pulled him towards the bed. "I want that big black cock in my pussy. Now," she whispered. "Sure thing." Over the course of the next two hours, Tommy and Emma nearly trashed the hotel room with their aggressive fucking, breaking the bed's headboard and causing two mirrors to fall to the floor. They went at it so furiously that other guests hovered near the door to hear the erotic commotion. The orgasmic roars of the hot black comedian and the sexy Aussie filmmaker were exhilarating for those guests to hear. The next morning, Tommy and Emma were so sore from thrusting their bodies against each other that they could barely move; they mulled over calling an ambulance and being taken from their hotel rooms on stretchers, before deciding that such a move would get them into trouble with First Fleet. "Let's just fuck each other," Emma joked. "Not each other's careers!" High Concept Ch. 04 After the success of "The Food Fight," Michael Carter and Abby O'Donovan desperately wanted to do a serious movie, to prove that they were real actors and not just comedy stars. Michael and Abby both dreamed of winning an Oscar, and set about to find the perfect vehicle for their talents. Michael came up with the idea of starring in a biopic of Sonny Clay, the late African-American jazz pianist whose tour of Australia in 1928 became highly controversial due to the dalliances he and his bandmates had with white Australian women. The role offered everything; a chance to show off his musical talent (Carter loved to play the piano in his spare time), a chance to comment on race relations, a chance to have another hot love scene with Abby, this time within the context of a drama. (Abby would play Nora, a young white Australian woman Sonny falls in love with). Michael and Abby spent weeks researching and writing the script, and decided that Emma Clancy would again be best suited to direct. They hired Tommy Wilkins to play Jack Washington, a member of Clay's band, and spent six weeks filming in Sydney and Melbourne. Michael and Tommy were constantly aroused by the beautiful Aussie women around them, although they never even thought of fooling around; their big black cocks were loyal to Abby and Emma's sexy white pussies. First Fleet Pictures, which was worried about how successful a Sonny Clay biopic would be, were relieved when they saw Emma's cut; Michael, Abby and Tommy delivered fantastic performances, and the First Fleet execs were confident that the film had Oscar potential. After a few minor edits, "Sonny Clay" was ready to be released; First Fleet decided to once again go for a Christmas Day release. "Sonny Clay" was hailed as an instant classic, and the Oscar buzz for the performances and the film became real. Michael, Abby, Tommy and Emma were enthusiastic participants in First Fleet's Oscar campaign; the two handsome black men and their beautiful Australian girlfriends were thrilled by the thought of a big win on Oscar night. The Oscar ceremonies took place on February 28; that night, "Sonny Clay" dominated, winning Academy Awards for Best Picture (shared by Michael and Abby as co-producers), Best Director (Emma), Best Actor (Michael), Best Actress (Abby), Best Supporting Actor (Tommy) and Best Adapted Screenplay (Michael and Abby). Their acceptance speeches were filled with sexual puns; Abby noted that Michael played the piano for real during filming and was "quite good with his instrument," while Michael joked that Abby insisted that "Sonny Clay" be filmed in her home country because "she likes it in the Outback." Entertainment reporters were stunned when the Oscar ceremony ended and Michael, Abby, Tommy and Emma seemingly disappeared, skipping all of the major Oscar after-parties and even some of the minor ones too. None of the reporters thought to check the Gramercy Hotel in LA... - It was 10:00 in Suite 518, and Michael, Abby, Tommy and Emma were drinking champagne and kissing their golden trophies. "I can't believe it," Emma squealed. "It doesn't even seem real." "No, it don't," Tommy replied. "A brother from Oakland, another brother from Bed-Stuy, and two white girls from Down Under...who would have thought? Who would have thought?" "Never in my wildest dreams, man," said Michael. "Me neither," added Abby. "I don't even know how to celebrate!" Emma said. "I do," Tommy responded, reaching around her waist and kissing her. "I love you, Best Director." "I love you, too, Best Supporting Actor." Tommy and Emma started pulling at each other's clothes, drunk on champagne and high on each other. Michael and Abby smiled. "Guys, get a room!" Abby laughed. "Fuck it, we've already got one!" Emma replied as she aggressively removed Tommy's tuxedo shirt. Michael and Abby both looked at each other. "Mind if we join in?" Abby asked. "Not at all," Tommy and Emma replied simultaneously. Michael and Abby both started removing each other's clothes, and in a matter of seconds, the two white Australian ladies and their black American boyfriends were completely naked. The four Oscar winners ran lustily to the bed. Michael and Tommy's hands groped every inch of flesh on Abby and Emma's bodies; the ladies moaned as they felt their boyfriends' tongues on their nipples, stomachs and pussy lips. Michael and Tommy couldn't stop muttering about how beautiful their Aussie partners were as they fucked them. It was sweet, romantic lust; Abby and Emma thought of how lucky they were to be with these two gorgeous, talented, funny, cool black men, while Michael and Tommy imagined what it must have been like to be the first black American gentleman to ever make love to a white Australian lady. Curiously got the better of the brothers, and soon, they talked their lovers into switching partners, Michael pairing off with Emma, Tommy pairing off with Abby. Michael didn't know it, but Tommy had a thing for Miranda Kerr, and seemed to get off on Abby's resemblance to the model; his fucking took on a new passion, his moans and groans noticeably louder. For his part, Michael was fascinated by Emma's ivory skin and unshaven red bush; he licked her pussy passionately, causing her moans to echo throughout the room. Abby loved Tommy's ass, and licked the young comedian's sweet asshole while stroking the shaft of his big black cock, causing his body to shake furiously as he came. Emma was quite turned on by seeing the assplay, and offered Michael her butt for his pleasure; after coating her puckered asshole with lube, he inserted his black meat into her Australian ass, and pumped furiously until he exploded into her. Tommy and Michael switched back and forth between Abby and Emma until all four lovers could no longer physically continue. They didn't wake up until 11:00am the next morning. As the sun poked through the blinds, Michael turned on the big-screen TV to see the morning shows raising questions about where the four Oscar winners went after their big night. Michael, Tommy, Abby and Emma all shared a laugh. If only they knew, they thought, if only they knew...