Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff - Sex Stories

Hilary Duff & Haylie Duff

... to do?” Hilary paused. “Nothing. Just. I don’t know. Just…. I just needed to vent.” “Vent. I need to get laid just listening to it.” Hailey confessed. “If I were you, I’d seduce him, and have him fuck your brains out. Then decide.” Hilary had a quick laugh. “It’s not that easy with him. He doesn’t react like most people.” “He will. God look at you. He’ll have no choice.” “Honestly. I don’t know if I want him to. He kind of scares the hell out of me.” “Yet you do everything he says?” Hailey joked. “I know. Fuck I know.” She spun around to pace the other way, and froze suddenly seeing Mackenzie standing at the far end. “Fuck. I have to go.” She flipped her phone closed, and held it at her side. “I didn’t see you walk around.” She explained bashfully. She worried about what he had heard her say, and felt somewhat embarrassed to have been caught talking about him. “It’s a gift.” He commented. He slowly walked up to her, keeping his hands at his sides. He had washed his clothes, and was wearing some old torn tshirt he had carried in his back pack. His jeans had dirt ground deep into the fibres that didn’t seem to ever wash out. His heavy coat was patched, and beaten up, and he looked out of place standing in the back yard of the celebrity’s mansion. He stepped up to Hilary, and slowly reached out, gently brushing her face. “Your s****r is lucky to look as amazing as you. I can hardly wait to share the two of you.” He said. Hilary nervously cleared her throat. She watched his ...

... eyes dart from her to the glass back doors, then back to her. “Some one just pulled up.” He announced. Hilary scanned him curiously, but slowly started walking back to the house interested to see if he was right. Conrad stepped through the back door, watching Hilary closing the front doors. She turned as she heard him close the sliding doors. “How did you hear that from the back yard?” SHe asked. “It’s a gift.” He answered. “You normally turn visitors away?” He prodded. Hilary held up a red envelope. “Tickets. My agent sent me tickets to some premier.” “He just sends them, and you go?” “It’s a publicity thing. Gets me out in the public eye. Keeps me on the pages of magazines, and such. People don’t forget about me between projects.” She explained. “Do you want something to eat?” She started for the kitchen. “So. You should schedule more than that day ahead.” He replied, taking stride behind her. “It’s not like that. This is Hollywood. Modern Hollywood. Times come, and times go, and we need to go to them. At least it’s not like the old days, and we were expected to have a date for the show.” “There was some integrity to the old days.” Mackenzie replied, taking a seat at the stone tile topped island, as Hilary went about searching the cupboards for food. “Studios had control of the stars, and the American public wasn’t flooded with them daily, becoming sick of them. They watched what they did because there jobs depended on it. There was a control. An integrity.” Hilary poked her ...