Celebrity
2009-04-10

Hi, there. My name is Miley Stewart and I happen to be the one teenage girl who goes to classes at Seaview High School by day and perform live concerts as Hannah Montana by night with my two best friends -- Lilly Truscott and Oliver Oken -- as my two fellow performers -- Lola and Mike Standley III -- and my own father, a former country star known as Robby Ray Stewart as my manager. My own brother, Jackson helps out as well. I really don't know what he does but he does it. Now I know full well that I don't seem to be the type of performer who could possibly be featured on the VH-1 original series entitled 'Behind The Music' but I do believe that I have a story to tell that could possibly change the minds of the producers of that show and it had all began on a nice warm Summer evening in a concert hall within the City of Chicago, where I had done a concert with the greatest glam metal band in rock music history known as Poison, who I had the real pleasure of performing their hit song entitled 'Talk Dirty To Me' with them. Just then, after the concert was finally over, my dad had told me that he was about to take Lilly, Oliver and Jackson back to the hotel with him and what he had wanted to know was did I want them to wait for me and let me go back to the hotel with them, only to have me shake my head and say, "No thanks, Dad.

It's just that I have some things to take care of around here. I'll see you later. Okay?" And after he had said 'okay' and gave his sweet little angel a big 'good night' hug, my dad had left the concert hall with Jackson and my two best buds and went back to the hotel just in time for one of the members of Poison known as Rikki Rocket to walk himself over to me, tap his gentle fingers on my shoulders and say, "Say, Hannah. The guys and I are about to go over to a party that a good friend of ours is throwing and we want to know do you want to come with us?" And then, after I had given that idea some thought and realized that it might be a good idea for me to let the tabloids see me have a wonderful time at a party with a truly great rock band at a party, I had looked at Rikki with a small smile on my face and said 'yes' to the band's wonderful invitation just before I had left with him and his bandmates -- Bret Michaels, C. C. DeVille and Bobby Dall -- to go over to the most luxurious mansion that I had ever seen in my entire life. But of course, that was before we had stepped inside that mansion and I had discovered that some of the party guests were getting themselves so hard-core drunk on all types of booze and allowing themselves to take all of their clothes off and start fucking each other's brains out just before a beautiful dark-haired woman in only a crimson-red robe had walked herself over to us with a big smile on her face and said, "Well, Bret! I see that you and the guys were able to make it! And may I ask who your newfound friend is?" And just as I was about to open up my mouth and say something to her, a smiling C. C. had placed his hand on my shoulder and answered, "It's funny that you should ask, Christy! This little lady is a fellow performer of ours named Hannah Montana! Hannah, this is Christy Canyon, the one porn-star babe who had allowed herself to star in many hit films such as 'Sex Asylum Four'! Now, if you were to excuse me, I do believe that I might as well go join in on the festivities! Care you join me, Gentlemen?" And then, after C. C.

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, Bobby and Rikki had gone over to one section of the party room, a concerned Bret had looked at the shock and disblief that was still in my eyes, placed his gentle hand on my shoulder and asked, "Say, Hannah? What's wrong? Are you felling okay?" just before a small-smiling Christy had placed gently placed her hand on my cheek and said, "It's going to be okay, Hannah! I think I know the one thing that could help you loosen-up!" Then, as soon as she had walked herself over to the kitchen to get that one thing, I had kept on looking at what was going on within each and every section of that party room and thought to myself, *What the fucking hell was I thinking? Why didn't I go back to the hotel with my dad?*, before she had stepped out of the kitchen, handed a glass full of red wine to me and said, "Go ahead, Hannah! Take a sip of this and you'll be able to loosen-up!" And after I had looked at Bret and noticed that he was waiting for me to take a sip of the booze, I had realized that I had no choice but to take a deep breath, pinch my nose and swallow the whole glass of red wine down but as soon as I had done that and started coughing, my head had started pounding as hard as my own dad trying to put a nail in the wall in order to hang my first tour poster and everything around me had started swirling around and around. And while that was going on, both Bret and Christy had taken me by the arms and helped me walk up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms, where she had removed all of my clothes from my bare-ass naked body, removed my blonde wig and say, "There we go. Now, I'm able to gaze upon the real Hannah Montana," before she had kissed me ever so passionately on the lips and Bret had stripped off all of his clothes and began stroking his stiff cock right in front of us. Then, after she had helped me lay myself down on the bed and taken all of her clothes off, Christy had started pumping two of her fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy and carressing her own tits with the other hand before she had placed herself on the very same bed and started licking all over my nude body -- all the way down to my exposed cunt and carressing my tits just in time for Bret to place his stone hard dick inside her asshole and his hands on her firm breasts and for me to place my hands on Christy's bare shoulders and say, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Christy! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry, while Bret fucks you in the ass! Aaaahhhh!" And after Bret had taken his stiff cock out of Christy's backside and allowed me to start sucking on it and she had started pumping her entire hand in and out of my cunt and sucking on my stiff mounds, I had suddenly realized that even though I was still drunk from that first sip of booze, I was able to experience the one thing that I had never experienced in my entire life, for I really was experiencing pure and untamed erotica and enjoying every minute of it. Of course, that was before Bret had placed his stone hard dick inside Christy's pussy and started licking on my hot, moist snatch, I had placed my hands on her silky-smooth naked thighs and began sucking on her tits, which had caused a sexually-energized Christy to place her hands on my bare back and yell at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, BRET! DO IT, HANNAH! TOUCH ME! SUCK MY TITS! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" And then, after the three of us had started moving ourselves harder and faster and our lovemaking has finally arrived in Chicago for its last concert tour, Bret, Christy and I had came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with our naked arms in a lover's embrace, while the rest of the party guests had continued enjoying themselves throughout the rest of the evening.

Of course, that was before I had woken myself up on the very next day with a bad hangover and noticed that Bret had also woken himself up, placed his gentle hand on my bare shoulder and looked at me with a small smile on his face, which I had caused myself to place gently place my hand on top of his and say, "Look, Bret. I really am sorry about giving you and the guys the wrong idea about me. You see, Hannah Montana is actually my stage name. My real name is Miley Stewart and I go to school at Seaview High. I also don't blame you for hating me for lying to you and. . . !" But before I was able to say one more word to him, an understanding Bret had placed the tips of his fingers on my lips and said, "Say, Miley. I don't think that now is a pretty good time for true coffessions right now, okay? Besides, all I know is that you are a truly beautiful nightingale and we should leave it at that and just get some sleep," just before the both of us had looked and smiled at each other, snuggled myself up into his arms, let out a sigh of relief and allowed myself to lay right there for a while. After that, Bret and his fellow band members had taken me back to the hotel, where they had told my dad that they had allowed me to spend the night inside their tour-bus and they were all perfect gentlemen while I was around them, which had made my own beloved father let out a sigh of relief and thanked them for taking such good care of me, only to have me roll my own eyes and think to myself, *Believe me, Dad.