Bubble Trouble


Celeste stepped naked into the outdoor tub and sighed in ecstasy. The hot water was the perfect temperature for a luxurious bath. She dropped lazily beneath the layer of bubbles, closing her eyes as the water caressed her flesh up to her neck. Leaning her head against the back of the tub, she smiled and basked in the warmth as her blonde hair drifted into the water.

“All right, Celeste,” said a female voice from the left. “I need you to stand up slowly and turn toward the camera.”

Celeste emerged from the water, bubbles clinging to her flesh and barely concealing her nudity. She turned, locking eyes with the video camera and flashing a sultry smile while ignoring the crew of six watching her from eight feet away. Josie, the director, grinned and spoke again.

“Good! Now step out of the tub and drop to your knees.”

Celeste stepped onto the grass and knelt before the camera, feeling the warm water evaporating from her bare skin.

“Perfect! Now starting with your hands on your thighs, I want you to slide them upward—slowly—until you reach your boobs.”

Celeste slid her hands along her slick thighs and abdomen before reaching her bubble-laden breasts.

“Now squeeze. Knead them like dough—slowly. Close your eyes and lean your head back.”

Celeste began to knead her breasts, squeezing them hard and feeling them squirm under her hands. The suds started to fall away, revealing her erect nipples. Celeste closed her eyes in rapture.

“Lean your head back. Keep squeezing those boobs. Excellent work, Celeste!”

She lifted her face skyward as she continued kneading her slick C-cups.

“All right, open your eyes.”

Celeste opened her eyes and gazed at the clouds drifting through the blue sky. It was a gorgeous afternoon.

“Now, bring your head forward and look directly into the camera. I want a look of pure lust.”

Celeste followed Josie’s instructions, staring at the camera with a classic ‘fuck me’ expression on her face. She had the best job in the world.

“Perfect! Now squeeze that left boob while you slide your right hand down between your legs.”

Celeste kept kneading her left breast as her right hand drifted to her womanhood.

“It’s time to drive your fans wild, babe. Slip your middle finger inside.”

Celeste pushed her entire finger inside herself and slid it in and out.

“That’s it, Celeste! Add your ring finger now.”

Celeste slipped her ring finger inside without skipping a beat. Her tempo began to increase.

“Nice! Let’s go for it. All four fingers now.”

Celeste slipped her other fingers inside, jammed her whole hand as deep as she could, and kept pumping with her thumb massaging her clit.

“Fuck, yeah!” exclaimed Josie. “This is so hot! Keep going as long as you can.”

Celeste dialed up the pace until her hand was a blur of flesh reaching ever deeper inside. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she began to moan.

“Stay with us, Celeste! You can do this!”

Celeste felt the orgasm building inside her, barely perceptible at first but growing steadily until an imminent release consumed her now sex-crazed mind.

“Hold it in, Celeste! As long as you can!”

Celeste continued to pleasure herself for the camera as she teetered on the ragged edge of ecstasy. Finally, she arched her back and cried out as every muscle in her body contracted. She prepared to ride the inevitable waves of orgasm.

But the release Celeste desperately craved never came. Her muscles continued to contract, locking her entire body in place. Then she felt her limbs grow heavier as all sensation faded from them.

“That was a hell of a final performance, Celeste! It was magnificent! Just hold that position for a few more seconds.”

Celeste’s thumping heart went still as a final breath rattled in her solidifying lungs.

“It was the bubble bath, of course,” said Josie. “There are more than a dozen formulations if you can believe it. We chose sapphire for you. The effect is quite stunning. You’re turning out to be one of the best we’ve produced.”

Celeste’s open mouth and nose hardened as the transformation approached her eyes and ears. The clouds were still drifting through the deep blue sky. It was indeed a gorgeous afternoon.

“Farewell, Celeste. And congratulations again. You’ll fetch quite a price at the….”

Josie’s voice trailed off as Celeste’s ears were petrified. The cotton candy clouds faded from view as her eyes became sapphire orbs. Finally, her thoughts slowed as her consciousness drifted away on a soft breeze.

“Keep rolling for another ten seconds,” said Josie.

Celeste’s nude sapphire form sparkled in the sunlight. She still had four fingers inside herself.

“And cut!” exclaimed Josie. “Well done, guys! That was exquisite. Let’s send the video to post-production and arrange transport for our latest piece.”

Copyright 2024 Olivia Zoe Quinn

Photo by Jernej Graj on Unsplash

Story notes

Being an adult performer—solo or otherwise—is a long-time fantasy. Combining an erotic performance with petrification is that much hotter. Porn stars would make beautiful statues! I’d love to collect Kama Sutra sculptures. Wouldn’t you? Or would you prefer to become one?

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Olivia Zoe Quinn lives in Ohio with her dog and two cats, who mostly get along. She is pursuing her BA in Creative Writing while working part-time in a lingerie shop. She may be found after hours standing motionless among the mannequins. Olivia is the Editor-in-Chief of Stone Cold Stories and an Associate Editor at Rock Hard Press and GAZMYK Magazine. Olivia is the author of the upcoming sci-fi erotica novel, StoneSport Chronicles: Volume 1, due out in the fall of 2024.

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