camfield | Stripperella

Universe: Wildly AU - Humanized Transformers
Rating: NC17
Characters: A lot of them. Megatron, Starscream, Optimus Prime, Elita One, Soundwave, cassettes, Blaster, cassettes, Prowl, Jazz, Tracks, Bumblebee, Sunstreaker, Cliffjumper, Sideswipe, Coneheads, Shockwave, Sunstorm, Arcee, and probably a lot more that I can’t remember.

Reminder to check the first chapter for WARNINGS if you need to. Otherwise, please do read on!

Yeah, I don't even know where this is going anymore. It's as much a surprise to you all as it is to me. XD

Jazz walked into Soundwave’s house, waving to Frenzy as she took a seat in one of the armchairs, throwing her legs up over the arm. “How are yah t’night Frenzy?”

Frenzy gave her a quick grin, going back to sorting through the props on the table, momentarily hefting up a double sided dildo before setting if off to one side. “Not bad, though we might not see Ma tonight, I hope that is alright?”

The black woman made a face, but settled more comfortably in the chair. “Unless Screamer makes it a problem.”

A chuckle. Frenzy walking over to bump fists with Jazz.

“I’ll do my best to keep everything on the right track, how’s that?”

“Good enough.” Jazz looked around. “What we doin’ t’night anyway?”

Frenzy walked back over to the computer, pulling out a clipboard and handing it to her. “Got a call in for some lipstick, they asked for you and Starscream specifically.”

Jazz sat up and took the clipboard, flipping through the pages and reading the contract. “Yah kidding meh? They want VIRGIN LIPSTICK outta meh an’ Screamer? This ain’t some kinda joke?”

“Nope. New company. They call themselves ‘Black and White’, and cater specifically to that community. They said they were looking around and they liked you two the best, but that they wanted something soft to start out with. Something to get people interested.”

She shook her head. “Ah don’ even know if we can do that. We don’ have that kinda relationship. You sure they’ve seen our stuff?”

“Can’t do what Jazz, I thought you did anything and everything for the right price.” Starscream walked in, picking up a water bottle and twisting the cap off.

A snarl. “No, that would be YOU Screamer. Believe it or not, Ah do this simply because Ah enjoy it, or Ah did. Yah make it hard for a girl t’ get her freak on wit’out it gettin’ personal.”

Starscream flipped her hair, sitting down in the other armchair and taking the clipboard held out by Jazz. “What has your panties in a twist then, they want us to do horses again or something?” She started reading the papers. “They WHAT?!”

Jazz laughed.   “Ah know.   So this is either gonna be th’ first gig Ah turn down, or we’re gonna have t’do a lot of bonding real quick.”

Frenzy was leaning back against the table, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the two.

~~

“You feeling better now doll?” Tracks squeezed Soundwave’s shoulders.

Soundwave gave it a minute before collecting herself and sitting up straight, shaking off Tracks arm as she stood. “Thank you Tracks. I’m sorry that you-”

Tracks stood up as well, hands coming up to grasp her shoulders in a painfully tight grip. “Don’t even think about it. I told you that I’d be here, and I meant it. Don’t apologize. Haven’t I told you how much you mean to me?” He leant in and kissed her full on the mouth, Soundwave freezing stock still. His mouth was warm and desperate against hers and it had been so long since she’d been kissed like this. Something more than a one night stand where there was no emotional connection. Tracks was full of emotion, boiling over with it, clutching her tightly and putting himself out for her to accept or reject, something Blaster had never done.

Fresh tears came to her eyes and before she even realized it she was kissing back, clawing at Tracks’ clothing, her own clothing. Popping buttons as she ripped Tracks’ shirt off, tearing her skirt as she hiked it up, not even bothering to pull it off. Fumbling with his fly, feeling his fingers unclasp her bra and pull it and shirt off in one motion, arching into his mouth as it found her breast. Underwear hanging off one ankle as Tracks pushed her back onto the bed and thrust into her, lips parted in a silent scream. Locking her legs around his waist and pulling him into her with each thrust, hands carding through his hair as he sucked and worried her nipples. Eyes closed, mouth open. Tracks’ name slipping out in a continuous stream that seemed to spur him on.

~~

“Is Soundwave coming? I’m done waiting.” Starscream stretched, returning to tapping her nails on the arm of the chair.

Frenzy glanced at the clock. “Let me check.” Walking out into the living room and over to his mother’s room, stopping just short of knocking when he heard Tracks name. Leaning an ear to the door and then stepping back sharply, moving back into the scene room and closing the connecting door. “Nah, Ma ain’t gonna be with us tonight. So you girls either decide what you’re going to do, or pack it up for the night, if you’d please.”

Jazz and Starscream shared a confused look, because Soundwave had never missed a session before, but shrugged it off. If Frenzy wasn’t worried, there wasn’t a need to be worried.

“Ah dunno Screamer. They’re offering a good chunk of change for it... but yanno it ain’t gonna be the same as our regular sessions.”

Starscream looked over the contract one more time, a crease appearing in her brow. “I say we give it a try, worst that could happen is we have to decline. I don’t want to, but...”

“Ah agree. Ah suppose it can’t hurt nothin’.” Jazz’s grin turned sharp. “Think you can even pull off naive and innocent?”

A humph, the blonde tossing the clipboard back to Frenzy. “Better than a real virgin.” She stood, walking over to the wardrobe, “You pick the toys, I’ll pick the clothes.”

Jazz rolled her eyes, but stepped over to the table.

~~

Tracks mouth covered hers again, his hands cradling her head as he lay over her. Pants around his knees, rolling his hips again and again into her inviting warmth. Sweet and slow kisses keeping their lips in contact for eons, Soundwave’s short nails digging into Tracks’ back as he moved against her. Her whispered invocations of his name against his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, unending and barely loud enough to hear. Head tipping backward as she felt the burning in her belly grow, Tracks lowering his own to fit against her neck, mouth just touching the skin there as she felt him struggle to maintain control.

“Tracks!”

She didn’t even know why she was saying his name. A plea, an apology, she had no clue. Just that it came out of her in a flood, the muscles in her abdomen tightening as she clamped down, fighting off her own orgasm. Feeling the rasp of pubic hair against the over sensitive nerve endings, it tangling and moving against her own, adding to the sensation that was quickly pushing her over the edge.

“Come on baby, let it go.   Let me see your beautiful eyes when you come, Soundwave.”

Soundwave didn’t even have the presence to feel embarrassed at his words, just opened her eyes and looked up to find Tracks hovering right above her head. Gaze intense as he worked to get her off, thumbs moving to stroke the tear tracks on her cheeks.

Oh how she wanted that look to be directed at her all the time, even while at the same time hating herself for it. After Blaster she’d told herself no more, that it wouldn’t happen again, then Tracks had come into her life with his flashy clothing and flair for the dramatic. Worming his way into her heart with disturbing ease.

She hit her peak, body convulsing, clinging tighter to the man above her as she rode out the sensations. Tracks stopping his movement and waiting, watching her until she relaxed before thrusting again, only lasting a half dozen more strokes before Soundwave felt warmth burst inside her and let her legs drop to the bed.

“Tracks...”

He tightened his grip on her, laying his head back down against her neck, shifting them and rolling them to the side, still connected, to lay face to face.

“I meant it. I’m going to be here no matter what.”

Soundwave just closed her eyes, ignoring the niggling voice in the back of her mind that screamed at her. That told her that she couldn’t trust that.

That reminded her that Blaster had said that not a week before leaving.

~~

Starscream was dressed in a light blue sundress, the hem stopping just above her knees. She’d traded her platforms for a pair of loafers, and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Her makeup displaying a fresh faced young woman, one who looked slightly nervous as she was led to a plush looking bed.

Her partner, a shorter, curvy black woman, was dressed in a skirtsuit, blazer slung over her shoulder. The top buttons of her dress shirt undone, so you could see just a hint of blood red undergarments. “Don’ worry sugar. Ah promise that yah gonna have a good time.”

“Are... Are you really sure? I’m, I’m... I’ve never done anything with a... with a...”

Jazz smoothed a hand over her backside, laughing at the way Starscream flinched. “With another woman?”

Starscream nodded, turning her head to look at Jazz. Misstepping and falling face first into the bed, dress sliding up as she landed with her ass in the air to reveal cream panties, Jazz’s eyes darkening as she climbed up behind Starscream. Running her hands over the underwear from hem to hem. “Ah promise t’ take good care of yah sugar. Real good care.”

The young woman pushed herself up and crawled forward, turning over and clenching her knees tightly together. Lower lip trembling as she watched Jazz.. “And you won’t tell anyone?” Crossing her arms in front of her chest as Jazz moved up to pet her hair, a hand rubbing soothingly on her shoulder.

“Ah promise sugar. No one will know but us.”

She nodded, hesitantly reaching out to hold one of Jazz’s hands, clasping it tightly. “What... what do I do?”

Jazz leaned in for a kiss, gently moving her lips over Starscreams. Coaxing the young woman into responding until they were parting and coming together in rhythm. Releasing the hand only to turn her own and lace their fingers together, the other tracing the blonde’s jawline back and forth. Thumb coming to rest right under her ear, the fingers curling around her neck and lightly scratching. Pulling back to mouth the underside of her chin back to her earlobe.

“Nothing. Jus’ enjoy. Let meh do all th’ work sugar.”

Another nod and Jazz leaned her back into the mound of pillows that angled them perfectly for the cameras. Frenzy carefully monitoring the three separate tripods, moving between them and adjusting as needed.

A breathy “Okay...” and Jazz’s hands let go to slowly unbutton her shirt. Slipping it off, then grasping the hiked hem of Starscream’s dress and pulling it up. Stopping their kiss long enough to draw it off of her, a hand smoothing the length of her arm, pulling it away from where it had tried to cover her matching cream bra. Fingertips stroking the slight curve, following it to dip down to the clasp in the middle. Unhooking it in a single motion, Starscream gasping as it popped outward, her breasts dropping slightly without the support.

Jazz leaned back, pulling the straps off one arm, then the other. “Your breasts are beautiful sugar, like th’ plumpest peaches Ah’ve ever seen. Do they taste as good as they look?” She discarded the bra to the side and cupped them in her hands, Starscream giving a noise of surprise, hands fluttering as she tried to figure out where to put them, Jazz dipping down to lick a spiral inward. Stopping when she reached the nipple, tongue circling the hardening nub until Starscream began to jerk into her touch, before closing her mouth over the areola and sucking.   Moving to the other side and repeating the motion, hands undoing her own bra and letting it fall to the side. Finally sitting up and sliding out of her skirt, bending back to plant kisses to a quivering stomach, inching the panties off to reveal Starscream for the camera.

Starscream’s hands flew to her mouth, breathing heavy through her fingers as she watched Jazz slide down and tip her hips up. Pushing her legs apart enough to lay down between them, fingers stroking the curve of her ass as she breathed air over the young woman’s groin.

~~

Megatron stood and stretched after his nap, taking a second to pull on boxers before clomping out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Eyeing someone’s already made food before taking a tv dinner out of the freezer and throwing it in the microwave.   It was either that or Hot Pockets, and he didn’t feel like getting burnt or cracking a tooth right now.

Waiting for the microwave, he stood by the kitchen window, looking out at the street. Arms coming up in another stretch, on that cracked his spine with a satisfying series of pops, sniffing his armpit and deciding that he could go a while longer before taking a shower. He was just about to turn away when he caught a glimpse of white blonde hair, eyes focusing in on the person with striking intensity.

Optimus Prime.

His hands tightened on the countertop as he watched the man put his garbage cans out by the road. Eyes travelling the length of his well built body, from the fitted-but-not-tight shirt to the loose pajama pants that hung so that Megatron could see the outline of his dick through the fabric. The bare feet hitting the ground with just enough force that he could tell Optimus wasn’t worried about getting hurt and he gave a growl. Pushing himself away from the counter and striding purposefully outside to heft a garbage can in each hand, holding them far enough from his body so that he wasn’t touched by them and walking to the end of the driveway.   Clunking them down with enough force to startle the staring Optimus..

“Ah... Hello?”

Megatron walked over to get the mail, leaning the sturdy wooden post, briefly looking at the letters before staring at Optimus. “Hello.”   Reaching down and ‘adjusting’ his considerable length through the thin cotton he had on, enjoying the way Optimus’ eyes strayed to watch his movement. “Are you busy today?”

Optimus took a second before he answered. “No. Elita’s gone until late this evening, and I have the day off from work. Just relaxing. You?”

A purr, Megatron’s smirk deepening. “I only have one thing I’d planned on doing today. Would you like to come in for a bite and a beer? I’ve been wanting to get to know you better.”

“Sorry, I, ah, don’t drink anymore.” Optimus looked a bit uncomfortable, Megatron’s eyebrow raising just a little at the statement.

“I’m sure I can find something suitable then.”

The blonde looked a little unsure, but nodded and followed Megatron into the house.

“Where is your wife?”

The older man gave a one armed shrug, not turning around while he spoke. “She had a couple engagements she said she couldn’t miss. You know how women are.”

Actually, he really didn’t, Elita wasn’t really the typical woman. Optimus played along though, unwilling to embarrass himself so early on. “Yeah... I suppose. Everything is different over here anyway.”

They reached the kitchen, Megatron opening the fridge and taking out a jug of orange pop, pouring a glass and handing it to Optimus. Gesturing to the table before pulling down a cast iron skillet and grabbing a hunk of meat out of the cooler case. “That’s right, you aren’t from around here. You speak English pretty well though, did that happen before or after your move?”

“We were all taught English in primary school. We’re close enough to England that it makes things easier when we go off to college, well, that and most people still complain that German is too rough a language...”

The stove was hot, the meat sizzling in the pan, and Megatron swung a chair around to straddle it. The hand not holding his beer reaching out to cup Optimus’ chin, tipping his face up to look into his eyes. “The perfect Aryan, aren’t you.”

Optimus shook off his hand, standing up with an angry look. “I don’t know what you are implying, but I refuse to further this conversation. Thank you for your hospitality.” He set the still full plastic cup down on the table and moved toward the entrance, nearly there when a large hand grasped his wrist. “Let me go.”

Megatron did, leaning his bulk up against the wall. “I didn’t mean anything bad by that. In fact,” he crossed his arms over his chest, eyes darkening as he let his gaze travel up and down Optimus’ body, “I happen to have a thing for blondes with blue eyes. I don’t suppose you’d be interested?”

Whatever Optimus had been expecting, it wasn’t that. His mouth dropped open and he just stared, Megatron’s eyes smoldering at him from where he was leaned against the wall.

“I... What?”

~~

Starscream pressed her fingers harder to her mouth, trying to stifle the sounds that kept coming out as Jazz pressed her tongue inside again and again. Her fingers holding the smooth pussy spread wide as she licked and sucked against the overwarm flesh, tongue weaving and tracing patterns over and under and inside. Lathing the flat of her tongue up, then down, against Starscream’s clit, holding her legs apart when they tried to press together. “Yah doing fine sugar, just let meh take care of ya.”

She just nodded, biting her lip. “Ah! I know Miss Jazz! I’ll-Ahhhhh!- try!”

Jazz’s fingers spread Starscream out even further, waiting a moment for Frenzy to get a good close up shot before sticking out her tongue, a show for the camera, and moving her face forward to press it inside Starscream. Swirling it in a circle, making sure to touch every inch of the inner walls that she could reach.

A silent signal from Starscream, one that Jazz had long learned to read, had her drawing back. Hands petting the other woman’s legs as she moved back up for a soft kiss, pulling her hands to Jazz’s own breasts, a coo when Starscream hesitantly began moving her thumbs slowly. She pulled a hot pink vibrator out from underneath the pillow pile, tapping the tip to Starscream’s mouth, encouraging her to take it inside. Thrusting it slowly, gently, kissing the side of her mouth opposite the side the cameras were on, until it was wet and shiny.   A soft pop as it came out, and was trailed down between her breasts, over her navel, to just stroke the skin.   Letting it slide between the folds of skin, up and down, before clicking the small machine on and pushing it inside. Twisting and moving her hand, letting the toy rest against different places within Starscream. Kissing the blonde, and giving a little moan herself when the tan hands on her breasts took a little more initiative.

Starscream broke off to thrash her head from side to side, Jazz taking the hint and moving to lay on her far side, never losing her grip on the toy. Tan legs spread wider, and Starscream’s arms came up over her head to grip the pillows, Frenzy moving a camera in closer, zooming in on the motion of the vibrator.

“Miss Jazz! Ah! I’m, I’m gonna-”

Jazz kept the motion steady, leaning in to lip at a nipple. “Don’t hold back on meh sugar. Ah want them t’ hear yah back out there on th’ street.”

A wail rang through the room, Starscream pushing her chest out, visibly clamping down on the vibrator before relaxing back in to the pillows with a short sob. The two women coming together for more soft kisses as a tear slipped down Starscream’s cheek to land on the fabric.

The second Frenzy gave them the cut they broke if off, Jazz pulling out the vibrator and clicking it off. Moving off the bed and putting it in the ‘used’ bin to be washed and sanitized.

“No offence meant Screamer, but that was too weird for meh. Ah’m gonna have ta turn that down if it comes up again.”

Starscream lounged on the pillows, flipping over to her front to watch Jazz strip off the costume panties. Giving a hum of appreciation at the sight before answering. “It wasn’t that bad. You’re being a baby.”

Jazz turned and gave her a blank look. Pulling her own underwear and tank top back on, flipping Starscream the bird as she reached for her pants. “A. Ah was in a skirt suit. B. Th’ only thing Ah used on yah was a vibrator, and C. Ah don’ ever want t’ hear yah call meh ‘Miss Jazz’ again.”

A snicker. “But Miss Jazz! I’m so afraid! What if my daddy finds out I was with another woman... You’ll take care of me, won’t you Miss Jazz?”

Brown eyes narrowed, and Jazz threw the balled up crimson panties at Starscream. Ignoring the laughing blonde still naked on the bed. “Next time Ah come here, there better be a bed wit’ restraints and a box of whips. Ah’m gonna mark yah up so bad that yah ain’t gonna want nobody ta touch yah for a week! Yah hear me Screamer!”

The woman gave an exaggerated shiver. “You know I enjoy those little sessions as much as you do. Threats like that only make me want it more.”

Jazz’s fingers curled as she stalked back over to the bed, grabbing Starscream’s hair and pulling her onto her knees. “Yah should know meh better than that Screamer. It ain’t no threat, it’s a promise.” She slammed them together, their teeth clacking as they met, devouring the other woman’s mouth with teeth and tongue before throwing her back onto the bed. Climbing over her and biting a nipple hard enough to leave marks, Starscream moaning and reaching up to grasp Jazz’s head.

As quick as she’d started though, Jazz was off Starscream and over to the door, eyes flashing before she grabbed her keys and walked out.

Starscream just laughed.

~~

“Wait. You’re... You’re propositioning me? What about your wife?”

Megatron pushed off from the wall and moved in closer, until he was close enough that Optimus could feel the heat coming off of his body. Eyes smoldering, deep and Optimus didn’t even realize that he was leaning in, that his lips were parting of their own volition.

“We have an agreement.” Leaning in to just touch their lips together as he said it before turning around and walking back to the kitchen. Not even looking to see if Optimus was following.

“If you’re interested. I do still have that... drink, waiting for you.”

Stripperella - Chapter 4

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