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STRICTLY COME DANCING: ALL STARS
PROLOGUE
"Ann Widdecombe, good evening."
"Ann, my love! Its me, John Sargeant."
"Oh hi, John! Fancy getting a call from you! How are you, my dear?"
"Not so well, I'm afraid. Did you hear that they have finally set out the cast for Strictly: All Stars?"
"Oh my...there is going to be a All Star version this year? What exactly does that mean, John?"
"Well, it means that instead of finding fourteen brand new sufferers to this daunting dancing show, they are bringing back 14 couples from past seasons."
"Oh I understand...wait! You say they have alrady been cast? No one called me to ask if I would like to return! I got to bloody six place in season 8!"
"I'm hearing you, my darling. I would have surely won if Kristina and I didn't decide to quit."
"We have to do something John. We can't have them humilate us by not bringing us back to have another go."
"I have a plan, my love. Care to hear it?"
After Ann Widdecombe was told John Sargeant's plan to gain revenge on the All Stars season of Strictly Come Dancing, she laughed out loud her blatant former political smile.
"Oh John, all I can say is...that Craig and Bruno won't know WHAT hit them! Not to mention those poor male dancers and celebrities!"
"I hope you're going to back me on this, Ann. Its time the minnows of Strictly bounced and fought back!"
CHAPTER 1
"From London...this is Strictly Come Dancing: All Stars! And here's your hosts...Sir Bruce Forsyth...and Tess Daly!"
The audience watched ethusiastically as always to Bruce doing his little dance steps and finally ending the opening sequence, as always, in Tess's arms.
"Good evening, ladies, gentleman and children, welcome to Strictly Come Dancing, its nice to see you, to see you..."
"NICE!!" the audience blasted.
"And its nice to see you, Brucey, after all these years, finally a All Star show!" Tess said with her fake smile showing having to stand next to Bruce.
"Yes it is, same old concept, same old returning dancers, the same brilliant celebrities and unfortunately...the same old judges...but lets not fret, lets meet...the stars of our All Star show!"
As Bruce and Tess made their way down the few steps leading to the dance floor, the announcer came to life yet again to confirm the returning celebrities.
"Television presenter GETHIN JONES and his partner Ola Jordan!"
"Actress, singer and presenter DENISE VAN OUTEN and her partner James Jordan!"
"Olympic swimmer MARK FOSTER and his partner Kristina Rihanoff!"
"Actress, singer and model HOLLY VALANCE and her partner Pasha Kovalev!"
"Former Rugby player AUSTIN HEALEY and his partner Erin Boag!"
"Funny woman and pcychologist PAMELA STEPHENSON and her partner Anton du Beke!"
"Actor of stage and screen TOM CHAMBERS and his partner Katya Virshillas!"
"Actress KARA TOINTON and her partner Artem Chigvintsev!"
"EastEnders actor SCOTT MASLEN and his partner Natalie Lowe!"
"Former Spice Girl EMMA BUNTON and her partner Vincent Simone!"
"TV presenter MATT BAKER and his partner Aliona Vilani!"
"Actress JILL HALFPENNY and her partner Robin Windsor!"
"McFly's HARRY JUDD and his partner Flavia Cacace!"
"And finally, BBC's NATASHA KAPLINSKY and her partner Brendan Cole!"
Back in the audience, John and Ann sat next to eachother and smiled. Their plan would work. Together, both of them had consulted a real African witchdoctor the day before, called a Traditional Sangoma. Both of them had gotten special herbs which the Sangoma told them would change the personality of anyone who consumes it. Funnily enough, it reeked of vanilla! The plan was that John would later enter the backstage passageway, with the excuse to wish the men goodluck, and Ann would do the same with the women. They would then slip the grated herbs into the refreshments on offer and see what happens. No doubt there was going to be trouble!
After they 14 returning dancers were told that they would dance three dances each, and that the combined scores of each dance, plus the votes from the viewing public would be added together, they breathed a sigh of relief. So the first person gone would only happen two weeks from now. Backstage Harry Judd was sweating buckets. It was all and well that in his first season, really only Jason Donovan and Chelsee Healey was his competition, but here was thirteen others who all deserved to be here and who all did well in their seasons. He was up first in this All Stars season and naturally he was more than just a little frightened.
"Oi Harry! You okay, mate?" Scott Maslen called as he entered the lounge.
"Oh yeah man, I'm good," Harry lied, but Scott being the actor he was, knew all to well that he wasn't.
"Mate, don't worry! You have a fucking massive fan base out there! If anyone should worry, it should be Mark Foster. Fucking pussy he is. I dunno why they couldn't ask someone like Robbie Savage instead of his lanky ass. But yeah, don't worry. Even if you fuck up, the public will save you!"
"Thanks, Scott. Really appreciate it, mate."
"Wow, these munchies have definitely bettered since I was here last. Even the coffee I just had had a little taste of vanilla."
"You thought so to? I thought I was shitting myself because of nerves!" Harry said. Scott took another sip of coffee and carefully allowed his tongue and pallet to have a taste.
"Nah, you're not wrong there, mate! I can clearly tastle vanilla. Doesn't matter anyhow, makes the coffee better. Anyway, see ya later, matey!"
Harry walked over to the fresh pot of coffee that was on offer for them and poured himself another cup. That was all he needed to get him through his first dance, he thought as he yet again, tasted the vanilla favour in the substance...
All of the All Stars had danced their first dance and the scores looked like thus:
DENISE & JAMES = 36
HARRY & ALIONA = 35
AUSTIN & ERIN = 35
PAMELA & ANTON = 34
MATT & ALIONA = 31
KARA & ARTEM = 30
EMMA & VINCENT = 28
HOLLY & PASHA = 28
TOM & KATYA = 26
JILL & ROBIN = 25
NATASHA & BRENDAN = 23
GETHIN & KRISTINA = 19
SCOTT & NATALIE = 19
MARK & OLA = 14
It wasn't without any drama as Tom and Katya had a huge argument over what went wrong infront of 11 million viewers and Tom had told Tess in his interview that he really wished Strictly didn't can Camilla Dallerup, his partner with whom he had won the show in season 6.
Meanwhile, John and Ann were drinking their tea when they spotted Harry, Matt and Gethin having talks.
"Think they have already drunken it?" Ann whispered.
"Only one way to find out..." John said, before standing up and walking over towards three of the most beautiful men ever on Strictly.
"Ahoy boys! You all did great out there!" John said, starting with a praise to loosen their tongue.
"Ah thanks, John! Must say I was trembling before mine," Matt said with his sexy farmer boy smile.
"Say, I was wondering, Ann was complaining of a vanilla flavoured taste in her tea earlier, so I told her rather to get some coffee. But guess what! It ALSO tasted of vanilla! Anyone of you have the same problem?" John slyly asked.
"Well yeah mate, I have! As far as I know, so did Scott," Harry answered.
"That's funny, guys. Austin also told me the botteled water tasted like vanilla. Must be the catering company..." Gethin replied.
"Oh, well alright! See you boys next week, hey!" John said before taking off to Ann yet again.
"So, what did they say?" Ann asked as soon as John sat down.
"Scott, Harry and Austin so far. The rest will come. You'll see," John said with a sinister smile.
Harry was getting ready to go home after the show. He had already said goodbye to Aliona and confirmed there time for rehearsal tomorrow. He was just on his way out when he realised he needed the loo. He walked to the bathroom and opened the door. At once he saw two men pull away from eachother. Harry's eyes widened as they tried their best to process what the hell he just saw.
James Jordan and Artem Chigvintsev...was kissing the motherfucking daylights out of eachother! And get this...they were only wearing towels around their narrow waists! Although Harry's entrance had broken them apart, they were still heaving their powerful chests up and both furiously. Harry immediately forgot that he had to pee, and chased out of there as fast as he could.
"Harry, wait mate!" Artem started to shout, but James stopped him.
"Artem, he already saw us! Its not gonna be worth it to run after him!"
"God James, what if he tells anyone about this?" Artem stressed.
"Then we say he's lying. His word against ours, innit? Come here..." James said as he pulled Artem close once more. His hand caressed Artem's beautiful face.
"Why are we doing this? We am I feeling this way? I have never kissing another man before, James!" Artem whispered, so much so that James could smell the vanilla on his breath.
"I've always wanted you, Artem. Fuck mate, look in a mirror. You're fucking georgeous." James whispered back.
James stepped closer to Artem Chigvintsev and he placed his hand on his chest. Artem sighed with emotion as he realised it wasn't a dream, this was finally happening. He nervously reached out and slowly, inch by inch, caressed James's chest. Feeling the hairs underneath was such a turn on, fuck he couldn't stop himself. He grabbed James's face and smashed his lips on top of his. James was enjoying this so fucking much, he grabbed Artem closer to him and the Russian could feel James's tongue demanding entry. Both were moaning so much, with both pairs of hands caressing and groping furiously. Artem released the kiss and dove onto James's sexy neck, kissing and licking the sweet aroma enhancing from it. James ran his fingers over Artem's hair, loving he gelled hair under it, groaning with utter delight as Artem moved his lips from James's neck towarsd his pink huge nipples. He teased each one with lust in his eyes, feeling James's hot chest hairs scratching and tickling his face. He felt James pulling his face upwards for another passionate kiss.
"Come on Artem, take off that towel. Let me see what you got, you sexy hot fucker," James demanded. Artem quickly dropped his towel and allowed his dangling steel hard cock to appear and to make James's mouth water. James bent down, to the sheer surprise of Artem Demerit and James took hold of the stiff 6 incher, stroking it back and forth ever so slowly, making Artem's knees weak and he shuddered with sexual madness.
"Looks like this is lunch, or shall I say desert?" James asked as he looked Artem in the eye and gently licked the hard dick from its balls to its head.
"Oh fuck James, oh fuck I never thought...please suck me dude! Oh please suck me you sexy, georgeous bastard!"
James smiled and stroked the cock, revealing the glistering pre cum based head and took it into his mouth. Artem had never before felt this kind of emotion. James Jordan was sucking his cock, bobbing his head up and down, savoring the delicious pre juice coming from the Russian sausage. Artem reached down and ran his hard through James's hair, feeling its softness, and slowly but surely guiding the professional dancer's head to control the sucking prowess. James was sucking the hard cock ike a lollypop, holding it at the base and just having the cockhead in his mouth. Artem's 6 pack was clearly showed, amazingly, his abs was more defined and pronounced as he breathed in and out at a furious pace.
James lifted his head from Artem's cock, holding the stiff dick in his hand and gently tossing it off to keep it hard. He leaned down and swallowed the entire cock in his well excersised throat, making Demerit double over in pleasure.
"I can feel you're close, mate. Come on Artem, cum for me. Cum on my face. I want to feel you're hot sperm shooting on my face." James said calmly and cooly. Artem moaned as he heard James talking to him.
"James! Fuck!" he screamed as he felt James tongue tickling his cockhead as he wanked it and that sent him over the edge. James's face was blasted with white American cum was flowed from the dick of Artem Chigvintsev. His abs contracted, to show each and every one of his 6 pecks as he drove out his sperm and onto James James's face. James pulled Artem down towards him and they french passionately, letting Artem taste, lick and kiss his own cum in the process.
Tired as he was, Artem wanted James Jordan's cock. While in the kiss, he pulled off James's boxers, finally freeing that incredible horse dick. Artem thought about something for a few seconds and then wiped more sperm off James's face, after which reaching down and soaking James's giant dick with his sperm.
"Oh shit, you're doing it for me now, Artem. Toss me off mate, come on!"
Artem leaned over and placed his entire body on that of James's. Instead of simply tossing him off, he had other ideas. Once completely on top of the English man, he began to grind and fuck himself against James's hairy and by now sweaty body. James embraced Artem's shoulders and he too began to fuck himself against the sexy man from Russia. Their red and swollen cock crashing against eachother made them sigh and yelp with desire to have sex with the other. Artem's cock was still leaking some cum and seminal fluid onto that of James's and when Artem reached down and grabbed the two pricks together James almost passed out.
"Artem, I'm gonna cum mate! Im gonna cum!"
Like lightning, Artem jumped off James, so that his cock was dangerously dangling and near explosion. He dove onto James's cock with his mouth, sucking the red big cock for all he was worth. He caressed James's hairy stomach while sucking his big dick and he felt it actually coming alive as it spew its English cum in his mouth. Now he knew what delicious drink Ola got every night!
James Jordan's cum was incredibly thick, and Artem had to swallow at least 5 times before getting it all down. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of James's babymakers. He sneaked up towards James and kissed him again. James sighed like a baby and he ever so gently kissed Artem back.
The smell of vanilla was ripe in the air...
Harry meanwhile was back at home. He was rattled. What he saw Artem and James do should have made him wanna fuck them up good and proper. So why the hell was his dick hard...why on Earth did he so badly want to join them? When Harry went to sleep, his dick still rock hard, he could still taste the strong vanilla flavour inside his mouth.
END OF THE CHAPTER!! THANKS FOR READING!
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