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Subject: {ASSM} Hollywood After Dark (MF, FF, cons, oral, celeb)
Date: Sun,  7 Jul 2002 18:10:03 -0400
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Brand new series I'm starting. This series has very little in common
with anything else I've written, especially Journal of an Agent. Yes
it will feature celebrities and have it's fair share of sex, but the
main focus is on storyline. It's got enough twists to be an
entertaining read and is quite darker than my usual fare. Please bear
through the non-sex parts, I promise that if you stick with the whole
series you will be rewarded for your dedication. This will be a BRIEF
series, maybe 5-10 (long) chapters. Each chapter will be told through
first-person narration, but I break it up into various character's
points of view at certain parts of the story for later plot uses.
Finally, pay attention to dialog and details...they will be important
later on. Ah, enough commentary, just read and enjoy.



Hollywood After Dark 

By Carnage Jackson 

carnagejackson@hotmail.com
_____________________________________________________ 

Standard Disclaimer: 

You must be 18 to read this story, be able to read erotica in your
community, not be offended by the contents of it...blah blah, you know
the rest. 

This story may be distributed freely, for commercial or non-commercial
use, but PLEASE leave my email/name on it! That's all I ask! 

This work is complete fiction, all made up in my head. 
Yes I know the celebs don't act like this in real life, 
but this is a fantasy after all. 
_____________________________________________________ 



"I see that there is evil
And I know that there is good
And the in-betweens I never understood"
- Ben Folds


ALEX'S STORY:


	My name is Alexander Hilt. What I'm about to tell you is true. You
may not want to believe it - not that I would blame you. You may say
that it couldn't happen, that things aren't really like that. I
promise you that by this tale's end, your mind will have changed - you
will see that power and greed corrupt, that fame and beauty are
fleeting and that love is just an illusion to sell Valentines Day
cards. But let me begin...

	Our story begins roughly a year or so ago when I began work as a
delivery driver for one of the local delivery companies. You see, I
live here in Hollywood, the land of dashed dreams and five-dollar
hookers. The only place on Earth where other worlds are made on screen
for our enjoyment and lovers torn apart for our bereavement. I came
here looking for that place, hoping to strike it as rich as the
thousands of gold miners had done before me not even 150 years hence,
by selling my script to a studio. That's the old joke out here,
everyone has a script. But like most jokes, there is always truth
behind the punch line. Indeed, I hadn't even lived here a week and had
already run into half a dozen people who each told me they had a
screenplay they wanted to sell. As time wore on and I couldn't even
get a meeting in with a two-bit agent, let alone my foot in the front
door of a studio. And as it usually tends to do, the money I had
traveled to California with quickly ran out, without a fresh supply to
keep it alive and kicking.

	Thus it was my girlfriend Petty who told me that if I wanted to
afford to live in the cheap apartment we already had anymore, I'd have
to get a real job. You might be thinking that Petty is a funny name
for a girl, but then again Petty wasn't your normal woman. We had met
on the airplane ride to Los Angeles, both of us heading out there to
pursue our own foolhardy dreams - she being a songwriter, the third
most popular profession behind "actor" and "writer" in Hollywood. She
had planned on looking for an apartment when she landed but because we
hit it off immediately - sharing that same kinetic spark that people
who were meant to be together often feel - she moved in with me into
my dumpy one bedroom studio flat that I had secured only a week before
arriving. I'm not exactly sure where her name came from, but when
she's 5'6, 115 pounds, long flowing blond hair and almond colored
brown eyes, you tend to kind of forget little things like that. It was
so spontaneous the way we got together, we both swore it was fate or
some other worldly force. Even to this day, with so much having
happened, I still think I believe that.

	But back to my story. The morning began simple enough, a few routine
deliveries around town. I worked for Jose's Parcel Express. Jose was a
sweaty Mexican guy who owned the company, his office always smelling
of cheap cologne and for some very odd reason, fish sticks. Jose had
an "in" with a lot of the businesses around town, primarily because a
few of his delivery drivers did little side jobs for him after hours -
things like bodyguard protection, immigrant smuggling and breaking
knee caps. The whole nine yards, if there was something dirty going on
in this part of California, Jose had something to do with it or at
least knew someone who did. I could have very easily gotten into
helping him out with jobs like that. The money certainly would have
been nice - some of the guys made upwards of $500 an hour - and I had
the build for it. My 6'3, 240 pound frame was perfect for hauling
boxes around all day and it kept me in shape. But I never really
wanted to turn to dirty work so quickly after moving here. Pride kept
me from admitting defeat, even having logged six months on the job
before all my trouble began.

	After crossing off the deliveries that first fateful day, I scanned
the list to see what else I had left to do. My heart skipped a little
as I saw that I had to deliver two big screen televisions to the third
floor office of Antamount studios. Antamount was one of the up and
coming independent studios here in Hollywood, not owned by any media
conglomerate. A few years back, one of their low budget pictures had
scored major box office success and thrust their founders into the
middle of the Hollywood scene. Since then, they had been churning out
film after film, some better than others and even a few taking home
that little golden man everyone out here wanted on their mantle come
March of each year. I had read in Variety that Antamount was in talks
to finance a $300 million dollar adaptation of some best seller with
another studio and I had dreamed wistfully while I read the article
that if only I could get inside with a copy of my script, they might
consider financing it as a way to make some supplemental money for
this blockbuster epic.

	Ah yes, my script. It was by no means an ordinary screenplay - it's
characters were adaptations of my life growing up out in the mid-west,
a drama really. But here's the kicker: while it used modern day
language with it's characters, it was a period piece set during the
start of the Russian revolution. I had labored over it for many
months, changing dialogue and characters, spicing in enough wit to
make it not too dark when the inevitable climax - a viscious game of
Russian roulette played out by the two kids of the story - came. Petty
and everyone else I had shown it to thought it was good, but out here
I learned painfully that "good" didn't get pictures made.
Nevertheless, I always carried a copy of it with me when I was on the
job, stowing the 120 plus pages in a folded manilla envelope in the
front waist band of my work pants.

	Yanking my dolly from the back of the delivery van with a metallic
clank, I grunted as I lifted the sets on top of each other and set
them on the hand cart, looking around for an easy way to get them over
the curb of the street. Spotting a handicap ramp, I wheeled it up just
in time to avoid being side swiped by a recklessly driven BMW SUV that
came clipping around the side street out front of Antamount's
monsterous building. Pushing the cart inside, I felt blessed as the
hot, dry air outside faded into the cool darkness of the lobby, where
business people in expensive suits buzzed around on their cell phones,
oblivious to the rest of the world. They were like bees, all working
for that queen called money, but I paid them no mind as I tried to
manuever the cart around their busy humming and into the service
elevator.

	A tall black man saw me approaching and held the door as I walked
backwards into the elevator, pulling it to the edge as the doors
closed. I thanked him, and in a minute was on the third floor:
Antamount headquarters.

	The elevator opened up and I felt like I was in heaven. Adorning the
walls of the hallway was poster after poster of Antamount releases,
some old but most new and coming soon. At the end of the hallway was a
busy looking pair of secretaries, each answering phones and typing
away on their keyboards at the same time. I approached them
tentaively, the exherted effort from lugging the television's around
already causing me to break a sweat this early in the morning.

	"Delivery for Antamount," I gasped as I waited for one of them to
stop talking and pay attention to me. The one on the left, a stocky
old woman with deep bags under her eyes and frayed gray hair finally
glanced up at me.

	"Work order?" she said. I obdiently handed her my clip board.

	"Hmm...ok, that's Mr. Willis' office. Take it down this hall, then
turn right at the fourth hallway and his office is at the end of the
hall," she said, returning back to her tasks. I nodded and propped the
cart up, wheeling it away from them.

	As I made my way down the hall, people buzzed past me. I thought I
recognized some of them; not from other deliveries but as actors in
some of Antamount's films. I was a big fan of the studio and though
allegiance to one studio had ended for the most part with the
Paramount breakup in 1948, I still paid attention anytime one of their
trailers played before a film. Following the secretaries instructions,
I soon found the hallway she spoke of and headed down it. The carpet
color had changed to a rich maroon, much like the "red carpet" you see
on TV at award shows. At the very end of the hall was a set of heavy
oak double doors, and I could make out an engraved plate on the door:
WILTON WILLIS, CEO

	The beating of my heart increased again as I licked my dry lips,
anticipation at actually being in the office of one of the most
powerful new leaders of Hollywood laying just a few feet in front of
me. I stopped at the door and, wiping the sweat from my face as best I
could and trying to make myself appear professional and neat, I
knocked on the door.

	No answer. I waited a few seconds and tried again. I saw no light
coming from underneath the doorway - he was out of the office
probably. Tentatively, I placed my hand on the gold door handle and
turned it, the office opening before me. Inside, the curtains were
drawn in front of a large plate glass window, the decor of the office
matching that of the hallway. The room was massive, with a desk and
thick leather chairs scattered around the room. On one wall was a
shelf made of glass and marble, a locked pane of glass holding inside
row after row of awards. On the opposite wall was a couch, with
something missing from in front of it. Probably they had upgraded the
television that they had there and here I was delivering the
replacement. The office was empty, but it smelled of good fortune. It
had that air of power, of wealth, of control. I moved slowly as I
wheeled the cart inside, trying to decide where to set the
televisions. Finally spotting an unoccupied corner, I lifted the two
sets from each other and set them on the floor. And though it was not
in the job requirements, I slit open the boxes and pulled out the
packaging, making it easy for the sets to be removed and positioned
whereever Mr. Willis wanted. For gaining access to such a powerful
man's room, it was worth the extra trouble.

	I turned to go when an idea hit me. I didn't know when I would be in
a place like this again, so quickly I decided that this might be my
one and only chance to get my script at least thrown away by someone
highly connected in the Hollywood world. Removing it from my pants, I
paced around the room trying to find a spot where it would be seen,
but not too obviously. In my mind, I pictured Mr. Willis having a
drink in his office after a long, hard day and discovering my script.
I imagined him picking it up and glancing over it, quickly becoming
interested and staying late into the night to read it. I imagined that
he would rush out to find me, that production would begin immediately
and that within a few short months I would be executive producing it
on some lot.

	However, my dream was quickly interrupted when a stern female voice
spoke behind me.

	"What are you doing?" she asked, no tolerance for daydreaming in her
busy world. I was startled.

	"I was just...delivering these televisions," I stammered, feeling
incredibly guilty for having such Hollywood style thoughts in a place
that was, when it was boiled down to, was really just another
business.

	"Well, you've delivered them. Now get out of Mr. Willis' office," she
said, turning to go. I thought she would leave but she stood
impatiently by the door, watching me as she crossed her arms in
disdain. Glancing around one more time, I casually tossed my script on
top of one of the open televisions and headed towards the door.

	The woman glared at me as I passed.

	"What did you put down there?" she asked, following me out and
locking the door behind her.

	"Oh, that was just an instruction manual for the set. It fell out of
the box when I was moving it," I lied. I knew that she could go back
and check, and just might do that, but the room was dark when she had
found me, and she probably believed my white lie. After all, I was
just a lowly delivery guy.

	I hustled past her and returned to the two secretaries. Forcing the
clipboard into one of their faces, I said "Mr. Willis wasn't there. I
need you to sign,"

	She glanced up at me with a hint of anger but in one quick motion
signed her name without even looking. I retrieved the clipboard and
headed back to the service elevator, back out through the hive lobby
and to my truck again. Within just a few minutes I had forgotten what
I had done and had set off to finish my deliveries for the day.

	As the sun set on the warm LA afternoon, I pulled into the loading
dock of Jose's and parked the truck, opening the back for the
part-time workers who, in the morning, would load my truck up again
for the next day's deliveries. I stepped inside of the small office
that contained Jose's desk and went to the water cooler, pouring
myself a small cup of water to cool off with. The door opened from
outside and Jose waddled in.

	He was a heavy set man, with a large bulging gut and a graying
mustache to match his gray temples. His face was chubby, but the extra
rolls of fat concealed quite well his hard, black eyes that led to his
ever scheming and working brain. Jose was winded from the heat, sweat
stains forming under his arms as he approached me, slapping me hard on
the back before taking a seat at his desk with a wheezing gasp.

	He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of tequila and a
shot glass, pouring himself a shot and downing it just as quickly. He
smacked his lips together with a pleasant sigh and reclined back in
the squeaky, torn fake leather of the chair.

	"You make all your deliveries today?" he asked.

	I nodded. "Yep. Same as usual. You know me Jose, if I didn't make a
delivery I wouldn't be coming back to the office. Not after the wrath
I've seen you put on the guys that have come and gone since I got
here," I said, pouring myself another cup of icy cold water.

	"Ah, yes. I need more workers like you Alex. You're determination and
dedication to the job is a trait sorely lacking from the rest of these
gatitos, no?" Jose said, resting his hands on his ample belly.

	"I guess. I just work for the paycheck, you know that," I replied,
leaning up against the water cooler. A fly buzzed by Jose's face, his
fat hand swatting at it lazily.

	"Si si. But you know, if you ever wanted to increase your take, all
you have to do is ask," Jose said, eyeing me.

	"Sorry Jose, I don't want anything to do with what goes on here after
hours. I'm a delivery man, plain and simple," I said. Something in the
tone of my voice or what I had said must have been funny, because Jose
began to laugh loudly, a harsh braying sound that wheezed from his
lips outward.

	"You are a true man Alex. But one of these days, I will convince you,
no?" Jose said. "In fact, tonight I have a job that would require your
skills most defienetly. Something a man of your build could handle
with no problem," Jose said.

	"Thanks, but no. I have to go watch my girl tonight, so I'm busy," I
said, crumpling the cup up and throwing it away in a nearby trashcan.

	"Ah yes, the girlfriend. How is her singing going? She getting any
better?" Jose asked. I could tell he was just making conversation - he
didn't give two fucks about Petty and her singing.

	"I'm not the man to answer that, since I am a bit partial. But you
are welcome to come listen for yourself," I said.

	"No, that is quite alright. I shall take your word on it. However, if
she is booed off the stage and must run home to her mother, you can
come by here tonight at 10 and I'll make your night worthwhile," Jose
said. "I have some senoritas coming by and..."


	I cut him off. "I'm sure that she will be fine. See you tomorrow
Jose," I said, turning to the door to leave.

	"Adios chico," he called after me, the thin wood of the door slamming
shut behind me.

	I walked out to my car - a dingy, banged up wreck that I had bought
with the last two hundred bucks I had when I moved out here - and
started it up, the engine sputtering to life with an agonizing groan.
I put it in drive and exited into traffic, heading for home.

	
	I walked into the front door of the apartment we shared and tossed my
keys on the counter. Petty had left a note:

	"Alex: Went ahead to get set up, meet me there at 7:30 okay? And
don't get lost this time," the note said.

	I smiled to myself and peeled off my shirt, heading for the cramped
sole bathroom of the apartment to take a shower. I turned on the
water, letting it heat up while I walked to the bedroom and took out a
change of clothes: something fairly nice, but not too dressy, for
Petty's performance tonight. I chose a maroon muscle shirt that hung
around my biceps rather tightly and a pair of slacks, ditching my
uniform of black shorts and a black shirt on the floor. Laying the
clothes on the bed, I returned to the shower and stepped in, letting
the water wash over me.

	Thirty minutes later, I was back in my smelly old car again, the
sound of the engine drowning out the radio that barely worked. I
glanced from the road to my lap and back to the road again, checking
the directions Petty gave me for the coffee shop. It was open mike
night, a weekly ritual at the Jumping Java club that Petty had
discovered one day while out on her auditions for lead singer or back
up singer in many of the bands here in LA. I had been here two or
three times since, but because the place was so small and had a very
small sign in the window, I had not been able to find it on at least
one occasion. My sense of direction was horrible, it always had been.

	Finding a spot a few blocks down, I parked the car and walked to the
shop, opening the door with a jangle, a set of rusting bells hanging
from the top of the door. The smell of the place as overwhelming - a
mixture of coffee beans and cigarette smoke, and the overworked
ceiling fan of the shop had done little to clear out the haze of said
odors from the place.

	At the back of the room was a small "stage". I hesitate to call it a
stage because all it really was was a big wooden plank, big enough to
hold a speaker and a chair and not much else, it's rickety corners
held up by a pair of cement blocks on the left and right hand sides. A
lone microphone stood in front of the platform, a pair of tables
sitting just a few feet away from the mic. The place was mostly empty,
a few tired old hippies and hepcats occupying the corners of the room
and a middle aged couple sitting at one of the tables up front. I saw
Petty off to the left of the stage, wiring up her small speaker and
her electric guitar, making sure all the cords were plugged in
correctly and what not.

	Petty wore a dress decorated with sunflowers, her blond hair hanging
over her shoulders as she worked, a pair of sneakers on her feet
leading down from her long, thin legs. She hadn't noticed me come in,
so I simply walked to the front and took a seat at the empty table
next to the middle aged couple. They looked a hesitantly at me,
perhaps because of my size, but I flashed them an innocent smile and
they seemed to relax, the woman especially, her large glasses sliding
back on her nose.

	Lugging the speaker onto the stage, Petty set it down with a loud
thud that made a few people glance up from their conversations, just
for a moment. Taking a seat on the chair next to the speaker, she
extended her long arm and pulled the microphone down and closer to
her. Settling back against the chair, she cleared her throat.

	"Ahem. Hi, my name is Petty and I'm here to play a few songs for
you," she said. There was a soft, muted clap from the back of the room
but otherwise it was quiet as it had been when I walked in. Petty
spotted me and flashed me a quick smile, the kind of smile that lovers
use to melt each others hearts and then resettled the guitar on her
lap.

	For the next thirty minutes or so, Petty played a handful of her own
songs and a few covers from artists like Joan Jett and Melissa
Etheridge, all to modest and polite clapping from the audience. They
seemed disinterested in her playing, but I tried to make her feel
better by clapping enthusiastically after each song. I looked past the
limited vocal range she had and the few times her voice cracked,
trying to be as supportive as possible for her. Her singing wasn't
exactly bad, but I knew she had a long way to go before she had any
hope of a record deal. She was set to launch into another song when I
noticed a man dressed in a matching pair of trendy slacks and shirt
motioning to her to clear out. He was the owner, a young guy in his
twenties probably and though I had seen him a few times before in the
place, he had never said a word to me or Petty.

	Petty awkwardly looked down at the floor, trying to decide if she
wanted to start another song but thought against it, standing up and
unplugging her guitar before carrying it and the speaker off stage. I
rose from the table and walked over to her, helping her lift the
speaker off. Just as soon as she had exited the stage, a balding man
with glasses and a book of poetry took her seat, making himself
comfortable smugly as he opened the book to read.

	"Hey there," I said, leaning down to kiss her head as she squatted in
front of the equipment, undoing the wires. "You were great tonight.
Better than last week even I think," I said to her.

	"Thanks. I blew some notes, I don't know if you noticed or not, but I
do appreciate the praise," Petty said, smiling up at me.

	"I didn't hear them at all. You were wonderful," I lied, lifting the
guitar from over her shoulder and holding it by the neck as she
finished unhooking the cables and began to wrap them up around her
forearm.

	"You think so? I really think I need more practice. But gigs like
this are good I guess. I'll make sure to thank the Jumping Java in my
liner notes on my album," Petty said wistfully, looking off at nothing
in particular.

	"Here, let me help you with the speaker. You take the guitar and
wires, I'll lug this thing out to my trunk," I said, grunting as I
bent down to pick up the tattered speaker, it's cloth covering
starting to unravel at the seems. Petty watched me as I lifted it up
onto my shoulder, stroking my arm as I held it there and steadied
myself.

	"I knew I kept you around for something," she said with a smile.

	"What? To be your roadie?" I grinned back at her, her lithe body
moving quickly in front of me as she walked towards the door to hold
it open.

	The sun had set outside now, a few harsh rays still filtering through
over the horizon in the sun's last gasp at the day as I lugged the
speaker to my car. I opened the door for Petty and we climbed in,
headed home. On the way there, some dark and looming clouds that had
been building through out the day finally opened up, and to the
sloshing sound of puddles and mud, we drove home in the rain and late
night traffic.

	The rain was really coming down when we arrived back at our
apartment, and we made a mad dash for the door through the sheets that
seemed to be coming without let up. Just from going to the car to the
apartment, both Petty and my clothes were pretty well soaked as we
walked in the door, puddles dripping around our feet.

	"I'm going to take a shower to warm up," Petty said, walking past me,
pulling her dress over her head. I watched hypnotically as she removed
the dress and her panties, leaving her completely naked as she walked
through the living room and around the corner to the bathroom. I wrung
out my shirt a little bit and plopped down on the couch, surfing
channels while I heard the water running in the bathroom behind me.

	I stopped on "Entertainment Tonight", who were doing a piece on
Antamount, interviewing Mr. Willis and some actors who were working on
projects for the studio. I always liked watching these entertainment
shows: I felt as if the celebrities were next door neighbors to me,
inviting me into their private lives. The fact that I lived in the
same city as many of them also furthered this fact and I couldn't help
but feel a rush of excitement as the anchor walked through the same
studio I had been in earlier in the day. I was so engrossed by the
show that it wasn't until I felt Petty's warm hand on my shoulder that
I finally removed my gaze from the television.

	Turning around, Petty was naked except for a towel that held her long
blond hair up away from her head. Her medium sized breasts were a
little flushed from the heat of the water but hung perfectly on her
narrow chest and slightly jutting hips, her nipples about the size of
a quarter on her breasts and a light shade of pink that melded
perfectly with her smooth, tan skin.

	"The shower's all yours if you want to take one," she said to me,
stroking my shoulder through my wet t-shirt.

	"Maybe later. Do you want to come watch this with me?" I asked. 

	"Not really," she said softly, tracing her finger down my arm and
across to my chest, where she moved her hand and rubbed gently. "I'd
rather do something else, if you catch my drift,"

	I looked up at her, a lone drop of water dripping down off of her
left ear, a few strands of her blond hair poking out from under the
towel. In the occasional crack of thunder outside the window in the
kitchen, the light cast her body with a soft blue glow that gave her
an unearthly look - a creature of flawless beauty, smiling down at me
as if from the heavens.

	"I catch it all right," I replied. "And what has brought out this
interest all of a sudden, not that I'm really complaining,"

	"I don't know. Maybe it was that you clapped the loudest for me
tonight, maybe it was the way your big, strong muscles moved my
speaker around like it was a baby block. Or maybe it's because I just
find delivery men to be incredibly sexy," she cooed at me, stroking my
cheek with her hand.

	I placed my hand over hers and held it there, looking up at her. "Why
Ms. Petty, I believe you are trying to seduce me," I said with a grin,
switching my voice to a deep Southern drawl.

	"That I am, Mr. Alex. I hope that doesn't upset you," she said, a
wicked grin crossing her face, playing along with the accent thing.

	"No, not at all," I said to her. "But if that's what the lady wants,
that's what the lady is going to get!" I said, jumping up suddenly
from the couch and leaping over it. Petty yelped and turned away
playfully, running for the bedroom. I padded after her, my wet socks
almost causing me to slip as we both laughed and ran into the bedroom.
She was about to go for the bed when I dived after her and tackled her
by the hips, her firm, tight ass pressed against my chest as we landed
with a soft thud on the bed, causing the bed springs to rock.

	Petty giggled and rolled over, pretending to force me away.

	"Help help," she cried, smiling up at me. "This big strong man is
trying to get inside my panties!"

	I glanced down between her legs with a grin. "You aren't wearing any
panties,"

	"Oh my, you are right! Silly me!" Petty said with a laugh. I held
myself up over her and began to tickle her sides, making her squirm
and laugh with glee as my fingers ran up and down the sides of her
warm skin. Her breasts bounced on her chest as she finally gave up the
fight and just lay there panting, tears in her eyes from laughing so
hard, her chest heaving up and down. The towel around her hair had
fallen off in our chase and her wet blond hair spread out in clumps
all around her beautiful face, her cheeks red from the laughter.

	I leaned down to her lips and kissed her softly, her head rising
slightly from the bed to meet the embrace. Our lips touched and our
tongues invaded one another, the kiss becoming deeper and hotter by
the moment. I moved a hand up to her head and pushed aside an errant
strand of hair from her forehead, breaking the kiss to simply look
down and marvel at her body: For a girl who didn't work out, she was
in great shape. Firm thighs, a flat tummy and a neatly trimmed snatch
that was as blond as the hair on her head, the curly puff covering the
entrance of her opening.

	"I love you Alex," she whispered to me.

	"I love you too Petty," I replied, kissing her again. We held our
embrace for a moment, her eyes locked with mind. I saw a burning lust
deep within them, and I knew from that look that she was anxious to
get things going - as was I. Without hesitation, I unbuckled my pants
and dropped them to the floor, stepping out of them as my hard cock
sprung free, the tip pointing skyward. I wasn't really that big in the
dick department - 7 inches, which was something to be proud of I
suppose since 6.5 was the average - but I had never heard any
complaints by women that I was too small.

	Pulling Petty's legs apart gently, I placed her knees up on my
shoulders and aligned my hips up with her glistening cunt, a few of
the blond hairs wet with her moisture. When I first met her, Petty was
a girl who hadn't been too experienced in the sex department, although
she had always been able to cum whenever she was fucked. We discovered
later on in our relationship that she had an incredibly sensitive
clit, one which would make her orgasm after just the slightest bit of
attention to the hard little nub. I learned to manipulate this with
her and found that just the anticipation and excitement of sex to come
was enough to really get her going.

	I pressed myself forward onto her, the tip of my prick pressing
against her soft and wet channel, feeling her outer lips part for me
as I moved inside of her, Petty's lips allowing a soft and low moan to
escape from between. She bit down on her lower lip in pleasure as I
pushed forward into her more, burying half of my dick inside without
much resistance. I felt her calf muscles tighten involuntarily against
my shoulders and I knew I had definitely touched on some need she felt
inside.

	Pulling back slightly, I thrust forward harder into her, making her
ass bounce on the bed as the full length of my shaft was enveloped
completely inside of her snatch, the warm and wet walls gripping onto
me tightly as I held myself inside of her. Petty's eyes were closed
tightly and her breathing was becoming quite ragged as I began to fuck
her slowly, in and out, always making sure to leave the head of my
dick inside and to grind my shaft over her tender and sensitive clit.
It didn't take long for Petty to begin to quiver beneath me as I
worked in and out of her hot cunt, and I felt the familiar flood of
juices inside of her explode like a bursting dam as they came rushing
over my cock, her inner walls twitching in excitement.

	My hips rocked back and forth against her legs, her toes and feet
swaying around by my head as I pistoned in and out of her. I leaned
down and licked her breast, the pink nipple hard and salty underneath
my tongue. Petty looked up at me, pure lust taking over her body as
she watched my mouth move over her breast and chest, the bed shaking
beneath us as I fucked her harder and harder. She mouthed out "faster"
to me, a look of determination at reaching another orgasm tightening
her face. I complied with her wishes and began to put all my weight
into fucking her, my prick moving at a blistering rate as it went from
the heat of her tight pussy to the cool air of the bedroom rushing
over the base of my shaft to back into her cunt. Moaning tremendously
now, Petty's head bounced up and down on the pillow, her arms wrapping
around my shoulder to pull me closer and deeper into her. I was
sweating wildly now but I didn't care - I could feel my own orgasm
building inside of my body, my balls tightening up to deliver their
steaming load of jizz.

	Dropping Petty's legs to the bed finally, I moved my hands underneath
her ass and lifted her like a twig off of the bed, holding onto her
firm ass cheeks tightly as she rocked her hips in time with my prick,
lowering and raising herself off it as the sound of her twat squishing
filled the air of the room. Glancing down, I saw her clit was exposed
slightly, raising itself out of it's hood and just begging to be
touched. I grinned to myself and grunted, shifting Petty's weight to
one arm while I moved the other down between her legs to rub her clit.
She didn't see this coming, her eyes closed tightly and her head
resting on my large shoulder, and when my two fingers grasped onto it
gently and began to massage the sensitive little piece of flesh,
Petty's body jerked so hard upwards that I thought her head would hit
the ceiling. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out as a
second, more intense orgasm gripped her and she squeezed her legs
around my waist tightly, her pussy juice leaking down from her cunt
and down both of our legs.

	Moving my hand back away from her clit, I put it at the small of her
back and lifted and raised her off of my prick hard, each thrust more
pronounced than the last as she slid up and down hard on top of me. I
could feel my orgasm coming quickly now and I wanted to savor the
feeling of her hot, sticky cunt around my shaft as long as possible
before pulling out (that was the last thing we needed, a screaming
mouth to feed).

	Petty was like a limp rag doll, her head swaying on her shoulders and
her face slack with worn out bliss, a small smile on her face as I
slid her up and down one final time before quickly putting her on the
bed. Petty's eyes opened as I jerked my cock and she dutifully got on
her knees in front of me, her mouth open and her small tongue extended
as she prepared to take my load.

	I gripped the base of my cock hard and then grunted loudly as the
first stream of cum shot out, missing Petty's mouth but leaving a long
white streak down her left cheek that ended in her blonde hair. The
second shot didn't go quite as far, but I did manage to get it
squarely into her mouth, the white fluid coating her tongue and her
bottom lip. I jerked my cock hard and sprayed two more shots, these
hitting her right by her nose and on her chin, coating most of her
face in my shiny, sticky cum. I pulled my prick a little more, getting
the last little bit of cum to ooze out of the tip of my dick, feeding
this last drop to Petty. She licked it off with the tip of her tongue,
then used her hand to wipe away all the excess cum she could scrape up
off her face, putting the coated and dripping fingers into her mouth
before swallowing the entire load with one giant gulp.

	She reclined back lazily on the bed for a moment as I caught my
breath, a lone drop of cum still managing to dribble out and onto the
bottom of the bed sheet. I crawled into bed next to her and laid there
stroking her stomach for a moment before she got up to go clean up in
the bathroom. Stretching, I put my arm behind my head and reached over
to the remote to flip on the television, seeing what was on.

	Petty emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, wearing a white
cotton robe that was extremely low cut in the breast area and very
short at the start of her thighs. She had a cigarette in her hand - a
habit I detested, but couldn't deny her since she only seemed to smoke
after sex. Besides, the long white stick looked incredibly sexy in her
hand, the bluish smoke billowing up from her mouth as she exhaled
gently.

	Reaching into a bedside table to remove an ashtray, Petty set it on
her naked stomach as she enjoyed her cigarette, her cheeks billowing
in tightly as she sucked on the little white stick, the hot embers
casting a slight bit of light into the dark room. Without saying a
word, she reached back into the drawer and pulled out a small baggie,
containing two joints of pot and a little bit more of the drug filling
up the bottom of the bag. She took one final deep drag on her
cigarette and lit a joint for herself, handing the other one to me,
along with the lighter.

	While I was opposed to her smoking (it will kill you after all), I
found nothing wrong with a little bit of grass every now and then, and
took a couple of quick hits myself on my joint, the acrid smoke
filling my lungs as I held it in long and deep. I finally released the
smoke from my mouth, it's ashy contents dissipating in the air along
with the smoke from Petty's own joint. Leaning back on the bed, we
smoked for a few minutes and talked about her career and work and all
that, enjoying the buzz and euphoric feeling of the marijuana as it
relaxed my body completely. I grew sleepy from the work of the day and
after disposing of the smoked joints, Petty and I turned off the light
and went to sleep, her body pressed close to mine as I drifted off
into the unconscious world of dreams.


	The next morning, I awoke with a start to the sound of the phone
ringing out in the living room. At first I thought I had been hearing
things - it was only 6:54 in the morning after all - but after rubbing
my eyes the ringing continued so I lifted the sheets off of myself and
hustled out to the living room to grab it before it stopped ringing,
Petty barely stirring in the bed as I slid out.

	"Hello?" I said into the mouthpiece, my voice a little raspy and
hoarse from the pot the night before.

	"Alexander Hilt please," a curt, precise voice said on the other
line.

	"Speaking," I said with a yawn.

	"Mr. Hilt, my name is Gordon Hapsboro and I am calling from Antamount
Pictures Inc," the voice said. I felt my heart leap into my throat -
had they found my script?

	"Yes," I said, trying to keep my voice from quivering a bit. "How can
I help you?"

	"You quite covertly left a screenplay in the office of our CEO, Mr.
Willis, yesterday when I believe you were delivering some packages for
Mr. Willis. The night maid found the screen play and gave it to Mr.
Willis late last night," Hapsboro said.

	There was no point in denying it, so I simply fessed up to it. "Yes,
I did. I know it's a sneaky way to handle things and all but," I said,
but was cut off.

	"We would like to talk to you about your script. Do you have
representation?" Hapsboro said, obviously too busy to listen to me try
and explain myself.

	I paused for a moment. "No, not as of yet. I represent myself
currently but if that's a problem then,"

	"No problem Mr. Hilt, we just wanted to make sure to contact the
appropriate parties regarding this issue. Antamount would like to
arrange a meeting with you and your representation, should you receive
any, sometime this afternoon. Will this be convenient for you?"
Hapsboro said. His voice was dull and unexcited, the exact opposite of
the thudding my heart was going through over the fact that my
half-baked scheme worked.

	"I believe I can come by today, yes. What time did you have in mind?"
I asked.

	"2:00, here at Antamount," Hapsboro said.

	Fuck, I thought to myself. Right in the middle of my delivery
schedule. Maybe if I leave now and start delivering right away...

	"That will be fine. Should I ask for Mr. Willis when I arrive?" I
said.

	Hapsboro laughed loudly into the phone, a snooty and mocking shrill
noise that seemed to come more from a chicken than from a man. "No,
Mr. Willis can't be bothered with amateur screen writers. You will be
speaking with me. Now, I really must be going so I will see you later
this afternoon," he said.

	I was set to reply, but he hung up and a dial tone filled my ear as I
stood there holding the phone, wondering if all that really had
happened. I set the phone back on the receiver and just stood there
for a moment, still in shock. Absently, I pinched my arm to see if I
was awake or dreaming - it hurt, so I must be awake. I walked back in
a daze towards the bedroom and robotically started going to the closet
to get out my work uniform, my mind going a mile a minute.

	My conversation had evidently woken Petty up, because she was sitting
up in bed rubbing her eyes, her breasts barely covered by the bed
sheet as she scratched the top of her head and straightened out her
hair.

	"Who was that on the phone?" she yawned.

	I turned away from the closet, the clothes over my arm. "A Mr.
Hapsboro from Antamount Pictures, Inc. He was setting up a meeting
with me today," I said, my voice dull and emotionless, not unlike that
of Hapsboro himself.

	Petty just blinked at me. "What?"

	I proceeded to tell her the story of yesterday's events, and how I
had managed to put the script down just before I got busted by the
secretary. With each emerging detail, Petty's smile broadened on her
cute face until she was like a giggling school girl, riveted by every
word I said.

	"Holy shit! So you mean you're screen play may actually get made?
Alex, do you know what this MEANS?" she said excitedly.

	"It means I need to get going to work so I can get my deliveries done
before the meeting," I said to her, leaning down and kissing her on
the forehead before walking to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Shutting the door, I could hear her giggling and laughing to herself,
something she did when I knew she was incredibly excited about
something.

	I showered quickly, and was amazed to find when I got out that Petty
had gotten out of bed and actually made me breakfast - nothing fancy
mind you, just some waffles and juice - but the gesture was certainly
appreciated. Normally I was up before her so early that we rarely saw
each other at night, and that was mostly just to watch television or
go to a concert. Thus, this breakfast was something special I felt,
and with the added bliss from the meeting looming, the day was off to
a great start. I ate the food in just a few bites and kissed Petty
good by, heading off into the morning traffic to get to work and get
started on the deliveries. Traffic was lighter than when I usually
left, the fading digital clock in my car giving a read out of only
8:07. Zooming along the freeway, I knew that the day would drag until
2:00, but I tried to think of other things to take my mind off of it.

	Arriving at work, the part-time immigrants who normally loaded up the
truck watched me hesitantly as I whipped into the parking lot,
hustling towards the front door. To my surprise, it was locked - Jose
must not get there much earlier then me, I thought to myself. I walked
over to the workers who were loading up the trucks, three Mexican guys
who were already sweating and panting as they talked amongst
themselves in Spanish. I stood there watching them as they finished
loading up the truck and wasted no time climbing into it to get off to
work. The traffic had started to pick up already, in spite of the fact
that I was actually almost an hour early in getting my deliveries
going.

	Zooming around the city all morning long, I actually managed not to
feel nervous or excited about the meeting with Antamount - between the
morons in the rest of the cars out on the road and rude (or,
conversely, very cute) secretaries, it was really just like any other
morning. However, sitting at a stop light I happened to glance over
and see the time on a bank clock: 12:34.
	
	Fuck! I only had an hour and a half till the meeting, I thought to
myself. A wave of nervous anxiousness washed over me, making my mind
go into overdrive as I tried to ration out my time between getting to
Antamount, getting changed to look nice and finishing the morning
deliveries. I floored it as the light changed, shuttling quickly
between deliveries. As the 2:00 time grew closer and I still had half
a dozen packages in my truck, I was torn between trying to get them
done later and getting to the meeting. I chose the former and headed
to Antamount Studios.

	I was rather dirty and smelly from the job, but I changed clothes in
the back of my truck and cleaned myself up as best as I could as I
walked into the lobby of their building. Going up to the third floor,
I found my hands shaking with anticipation of the meeting. The same
secretary was behind her desk as the day before, but she obviously
didn't recognize me as I approached her desk and stood there waiting
for her to hang up the phone.

	"Yes, can I help you?" she said.

	"I have a meeting with Mr. Hapsboro, 2:00. My name is Alex Hilt," I
replied.

	"One moment please, I will page him," she said. I watched her dial
his extension and her nonplussed reaction as she told him that I had
arrived. I stood awkwardly for a moment, not saying anything to the
secretary or to anyone who passed by in the hallway. A man approached
me from the back of the office, a smile on his face.

	"Hello, I'm Gordon Hapsboro. You must be Alexander Hilt," he said. He
was a middle aged man, with silvery gray hair pulled back behind his
head in a ponytail. The skin on his face was tight and dark from too
much sun exposure, and I noticed that he carried himself with a limp,
the expensive looking suit he wore swaying on his medium build. He
extended his hand and I shook it, amazed a bit to find his hand not
only cold, but his shake and grip rather limp in my large hand.

	"Please, follow me. Rosalyn, I'll be in a meeting for a while, so
please send all my calls to voice mail," he said to the secretary as
we walked past.

	"Yes Mr. Hapsboro," she said, not even glancing up.

	I don't really know what I was expecting the meeting setting to be -
perhaps a room filled with a long conference table and oversized
chairs, executives and higher up studio heads busily chatting as we
would walk into the room. I expected to be overwhelmed with praise and
questions, comments about the screen play and a general enthusiasm
over the script.

	It was an understandable let down then when Hapsboro led me into a
small, cramped room with a small round table and two chairs inside,
the walls only a few inches from the table. Hapsboro gestured for me
to take a seat and I took the far one across the table, barely
managing to squeeze my large frame between the wall and the table
itself, the chair creaking a bit as I sat down.

	Hapsboro took a seat across from me and folded his hands out in front
of him.

	"Now, you told me over the phone that you have no representation?" he
asked, smiling at me politely. I shifted a little uncomfortably in my
chair, embarrassed slightly by the question and the lack of an agent
on my part.

	"Yes, that's right. But if it's a problem, I'm sure I can find one,"
I said to him.

	"That won't be necessary, unless you feel overwhelmed by contracts
and all that. However, if you haven't done it already, I would
personally suggest joining the Screenwriters Guild. I am a bit of a
screen writer myself and they are great should you get in a corner.
But if anyone here asks, I told you to do no such thing," he said with
a laugh. His voice was that same shrill tone that I remembered over
the phone and I gritted my teeth hard at the sound, turning the
grimace into a smile.

	"Anyways...the cleaning staff found the script in Mr. Willis' office
and put it on his desk late last night, thinking it was one of his
projects. He leafed through it and was impressed by what he read, and
that's when I got involved," Hapsboro said.

	A chill ran down my back at the thought of such a powerful man even
giving a slight look to my years of blood, sweat and tears work, but
Hapsboro quickly deflated it.

	"I read it this morning over a cup of coffee and while I personally
found it to be tired and clich�d and drastically needing work, I must
simply comply with Mr. Willis' wishes," Hapsboro said.

	"Did Mr. Willis want to see it get made?" I asked, holding my breath
slightly at the question.

	"Yes, he said that we could probably squeeze it in for a Spring
release, barring any difficulties. I've sent the script to the editing
department and they are working on changing some things around,
character names and all that. They should have a finalized copy in a
few weeks, and at that point we will start casting for it, looking for
a director, etc," Hapsboro said.

	I felt dizzy - this wasn't a dream, the script was actually going to
be made into a movie!

	"So...what does that mean now?" I asked.

	"For the time being, nothing. If the editing department can't salvage
something workable out of it then I'm afraid we have to pass on the
script. Until they come back with something workable, it's all up in
the air. However, Mr. Willis took a slight liking to it and I know
that if he really wants the thing to get made, he will bust heads to
make it happen," Hapsboro replied, leaning back in the chair as he
picked at something in his tooth.

	"This might sound callous of me for asking, but what about financial
reimbursement?" I said.

	"Not callous at all Mr. Hilt," Hapsboro laughed. Boy was that
starting to get on my nerves. "I like a man who puts his pocketbook
first. When shooting begins and we officially green light it, we will
have another meeting with accounting and determine what fee is
deserved of you and what screen credit to get, that sort of thing,"

	"That sounds good. Is there anything else I need to know? Will I be
working with you directly?" I asked.

	"Yes, for the time being I will be your contact here at Antamount. We
will contact you when we know more about the status of the project,"
Hapsboro replied, standing up from the desk. "Here, let me give you my
card,"

	He reached into his lapel pocket and pulled out a small leather case.
Flipping it open, he pulled out an ivory colored business card and
handed it to me. It had the Antamount logo on it, an old style
projection reel with a bright triangle of light extending from the
lens. Beneath that was his name, title, phone number and email
address. However, in the bottom right of the card, I noticed a small
symbol. It was strange, because it was something I had never seen
before: a circle with prongs sticking out from the north, south, east
and west points of the circle itself. In the middle was what looked
like a cross between a slanted Z and a lightning bolt. The symbol
wasn't printed on the card exactly, more like embossed, and if the
light hadn't caught it I probably wouldn't have even noticed it.

	I opened my mouth to say something about it but he spoke first, and
the thought slipped my mind.

	"You seem like a good man Alex, that's why I'd like to extend an
invitation to you to come to a small party Mr. Willis is throwing
tonight at his mansion. It's very exclusive and very private, but if I
were in your position then I would be very honored to be invited. Mr
Willis likes to meet all the people involved with projects here at the
studio so this would be a perfect opportunity to introduce the two of
you. His home is up in the hills, see Rosalyn on your way out for
directions," Hapsboro said, opening the door to the office.

	"Is it alright if I bring my girlfriend along? She would love
something like this," I asked, shaking Hapsboro's hand again by my own
iniative.

	Hapsboro seemed to think for a moment. "Hmm...perhaps it's best that
you not. Mr. Willis is terrible with names and I'm sure that one more
face would just confuse him!" Hapsboro said, turning my question into
a playful laugh.

	"Not a problem, just thought I would ask. As you can tell, this sort
of thing is pretty out of the ordinary for me," I said.

	"I can understand. But in your current line of work, I'm sure you
meet all sorts of interesting people," he said as we walked out
towards the exit of the floor. This comment struck me as odd because I
had never told him what I did. Perhaps the secretary had told him when
she saw me the day before...

	"Listen, I must be going. I'll see you tonight at the party Alex. And
dress sharp...Mr. Willis is a stickler for appearance," Hapsboro
called, vanishing off down a hallway. I waved goodbye and went to the
secretary's desk. After waiting for a few minutes and convincing her
that I really WAS invited to the party, she reluctantly scribbled down
some directions to Willis' house up above the city. I thanked her and
walked to the elevator calmly, waiting on the doors to shut.

	As the metallic sliding clicked and the elevator began to descend, I
could no longer contain my enthusiasm and yelled out "YES!!!" loudly
in the elevator, pumping my arm at my side in excitement. Glancing up,
I saw a video camera in the top corner of the elevator and immediately
restrained myself, straightening out my clothes and putting on a calm
persona.

	I exited the building quickly and climbed into my truck, speeding off
to finish the afternoon deliveries. I didn't say a word when I
returned to Jose's, which was probably for the better because he was
yelling at someone very loudly in Spanish when I walked in to drop off
the keys. I headed home, my mind whirling from the thoughts of fame
and fortune that had just yesterday seemed like a pipe dream but today
were actually happening. Glancing down at the directions the secretary
gave me, I saw that the party was supposed to start at 9:00, which
meant I should get there around 9:30, in order to be fashionably late
and not seem overeager in arriving. This would give me enough time to
pick out what to wear (I had an old tuxedo from a friend's wedding
that would probably look good for this occasion) and to tell Petty the
details of the meeting.

	Opening the apartment door as I arrived home, I found Petty standing
there waiting for me, nibbling on her thumbnail excitedly as I walked
in, giving me a huge smile that seemed to light up the room.

	"Tell me all about it," she said.

	We sat down on the couch and I explained the entire thing to her,
from Hapsboro's appearance all the way down to the details about the
film being made. She was beside herself with excitement, gasping and
laughing as I recounted the details. As I finished the story, she
leaned back on the couch and shook her head in amazement.

	"I knew that there was something special about you Alex, from the
first time we met," she said.

	"You're not so bad yourself," I replied, kissing her lightly on the
lips. She returned the kiss with vigor and started to reach her hands
down to pull off my shirt. I leaned away from her and stood up.

	"Hey hey, not right now. I can't. There's one more thing I forgot to
tell you, and I don't know why because it's the best part. Hapsboro
invited me to a party at Mr. Willis' house tonight, up in the hills,"
I said to her.

	"You should have told me that when you came in! I need to go get
ready right away!" Petty said, jumping up from the couch to head into
the bedroom.

	"Wait, Petty. The thing is," I said, hesitating. She stopped in her
tracks and pivoted on her foot to look at me. "Well, you aren't
exactly invited,"

	A look of immense disappointment washed over her face and for a
moment, I thought she was going to cry. She managed to compose herself
though as she looked at me. "I'm not?"

	I rushed over to her to console her. "Hey, baby, listen! The thing
is, Hapsboro said that Willis is horrible with names and that the more
people that show up at his parties, the harder it is for him to get to
know anyone. I asked if you could come, you have to believe me on
that. But Hapsboro said no," I said to her, trying to cushion the blow
as best as I could.

	"What kind of dick invites a man but not his girlfriend? What if I
was your wife, would that make any difference?" she asked. Her voice
was starting to rise and I knew if I didn't diffuse her quickly this
could turn into a nasty argument.

	"Look honey, I don't make the rules ok? I don't want to go against
Hapsboro's wishes on an opportunity like this. Believe me, if the
movie gets made there will be plenty of opportunities for you to come
along as my date. I'm sure that you would be the most beautiful woman
there too, even in a room full of movie stars," I said to her, rubbing
her arm gently.

	Petty bit her lower lip for a moment, her brow furrowed as she
thought about this.

	"Well, I don't like it. It just seems so...weird. But because I love
you, I'll go along with this. Just promise me you will try to get me
to be able to come later on. Promise me that," she said.

	"I promise," I replied, kissing her on the forehead. "I need to go
get ready now though. Can you help me see if that tuxedo I have still
fits?"

	"Of course. You want to look your best for your new boss," she said
with a smirk. I took her hand and we walked into the bedroom, her
heading to the closet and myself heading for the shower to get cleaned
up.


	I arrived at Willis' mansion at 9:42, a little bit later than I had
originally anticipated but still early enough to not miss anything
important. I pulled into the driveway and a valet came out to greet
me. It was obvious by the look on his face that he did not approve of
my car at all. I rolled down the squeaky driver side window and stuck
my head out to talk to him.

	"Sir, I'm afraid this is a private residence. I'm going to have to
ask you to leave," the man said curtly. I was a bit offended by this
remark, as he could quite clearly see my tuxedo from outside the car.

	"I was invited," I said, gritting my teeth at him. "Call Mr.
Hapsboro,"

	The man rolled his eyes at me and walked over to a small phone by the
front door. Picking it up, he waited for a moment and then began
talking. He nodded his head a few times and then replaced the phone.
As he came back to me, he was all smiles.

	"I apologize sir, please go right on in," he said, bowing slightly. I
stepped out of the car and handed him the keys. Walking towards the
heavy wooden doors of the mansion, I heard him start it up behind me,
the engine backfiring as it made a loud gunshot like noise. I smiled
at this and opened the door in front of me slowly.

	I was completely floored by the mansion's interior. In high ceilings
above me, there hung two huge glass chandeliers, whose segments
glittered in the light of the room. Scanning the rest of the room, I
saw a large sweeping staircase off to the right of the room and large
paintings of abstract art hanging on the wall above the steps. The
main room was very crowded, people talking and moving around with one
another like busy little ants. There was a small orchestra playing
next to the staircase and the music fluttered up lightly from it,
wafting in over the sound of the many conversations taking place.

	I closed the door behind me and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I
scanned the room for any familiar faces - specifically Hapsboro's. I
didn't see him, but that didn't stop me from looking at all the people
there. I couldn't even begin to count all of the celebrities there -
actors, politicians, athletes, musicians - this was definitely an "A"
list crowd and outside of a major awards ceremony I doubted that so
many powerful, talented people had ever been in one room at a time.

	After spotting the male faces, I started to notice the women. It was
the most bizarre thing: while the men were all high caliber men of
power and esteem, all of the women seemed like nobodies or barely
recognizable actresses. The term B-Movie actress seemed to fit pretty
well. This was more the rule than the exception though, as I did
happen to spot Halle Berry and Julia Roberts and a few other award
winners. The ratio was also quite peculiar of men to women. At most
parties I had been at, there was often times 5 guys for every 1 girl.
Here though, it seemed as if every man had a woman on his arm and
there wasn't a single woman standing alone in the entire place.

	A butler approached me and offered to take my coat from me, to which
I complied and handed it over to him, where he whisked away to put
into a closet. I stood there for a moment just watching people before
noticing Hapsboro approaching me from my right. He had a cute young
girl on his arm, and she looked familiar - possibly from a television
commercial or something.

	"Mr. Hilt, glad you could make it! Please, don't just stand there,
come with me and get a drink," Hapsboro said, hooking his arm under my
own. I followed him over to the bar, where the bartender was busy
working overtime to keep up with the flow of liquor for all the
guests. Hapsboro grabbed a pair of champagne glasses, handing one to
me as he sipped from his own.

	"I just love coming to Mr. Willis' parties. You always see and meet
such interesting people here. And though the night starts out with a
roomful of strangers, I always feel like by the time I leave I know
them all as intimately as I would know my own brother. Have you ever
experienced that before Mr. Hilt?" Hapsboro asked.

	I took a swig from my glass. "No, I'm afraid I haven't. This whole
experience is a bit overwhelming to me," I said.

	"Ah, yes, I can understand that. I was the same way at first. But you
are part of the Antamount family now, or rather you will be soon. You
should relax and enjoy yourself Mr. Hilt, you are now part of
something special," Hapsboro said. I thought he was going to say more,
but someone across the room caught his attention and he turned away
from me, smiling at the person and nodding his head in a laugh.

	A man stumbled up to me, obviously drunk, his face bright red and his
hair all tossled. He leaned against me, almost toppling me over as I
caught him. He looked up at me and began to talk in a very loud voice.
	
	"It's a scam! Don't you see! The whole damn system is a scam! And the
whole lot of ya are scammers!" he mumbled to me, steadying himself
against me, yet somehow managing to keep a drink in his hand. Hapsboro
took the man's arm off of me roughly and pushed him back a bit as the
man teetered on his feet.

	"Don't mind old Charlie here, he does this sort of thing. Gets drunk
and then just starts talking and talking," Hapsboro said with some
disdain. "When he sobers up in the morning he won't remember a word of
it," Hapsboro glanced over Charlie and motioned with his hand to
someone across the room. Suddenly two quite large men approached and
hooked their hands under Charlie's armpits, lifting him quite
literally off his feet.

	"I think Charlie has had too much to drink fellas, see that he gets
home safely won't you? I'm sure his wife would be worried sick about
him," Hapsboro said casually, flicking his wrist slightly in a gesture
to get the men to take Charlie away. Charlie had shut up when they
approached him and now hung his head down as they carried him across
the floor.

	Hapsboro sighed heavily, but his face lit up a moment later. 

	"There's Mr. Willis over there. Come with me, I'll introduce you to
the man himself," Hapsboro said. I followed him across the room,
stepping between couples standing around talking, and passing a large
circle of men who had stood to gather and listen to Annette Benning
tell a story. As the crowd thinned out a bit, I recognized Wilton
Willis himself standing there, nursing a glass of wine in one hand and
a group of two or three women standing close to him, his other arm
around one of their shoulders.

	I was very nervous as I approached him, as just his presence in the
room seemed to be intimidating. He was a tall, thin man of about the
mid 60s range, with snow white hair and a rounded glasses that were
just slightly wider than his eyes themselves. His cheeks had a natural
blushing to them and he looked like a kindly grandfather as he stood
there entertaining the women. His bright blue eyes stayed locked on
his audience as he spoke, his full and complete attention given to
them. I of course knew better than to trust his gentle act - if even
half of the things reported in the trade magazines were true, he was
not a man you would want to be on the bad side of.

	Hapsboro cut through the crowd deftly and made room for him and
myself to garner Mr. Willis' attention. Mr. Willis smiled at the women
and turned to us, although the women still seemed to hang around.

	"Mr. Willis, this is Alexander Hilt, the man who wrote that
screenplay the maid found?" Hapsboro said, putting his hand on my
shoulder.

	Willis looked puzzled for a moment, as if trying to recall. When I
extended my hand though, the look vanished and he shook it warmly.

	"Please, call me Alex. It's an honor to meet you Mr. Willis. I admire
you so much and I just want to take the opportunity to," I said, but
Willis raised his hand to cut me off.

	"Not necessary. Your work, from what I read, was quite good. I look
forward to the results that the screenplay department will bring back
to me so that I can hopefully greenlight the project," Willis said
kindly. His piercing blue eyes, as light as the mid-afternoon sky,
locked on my own and I couldn't find the strength to avert them.

	"Thank you sir. I too hope we can work together. This is a lovely
home you have. So elegant," I said, trying to make conversation in
order to establish myself better in his memory.

	"Ah, it's nothing. You should see my home abroad. I recently
purchased a 10th century brownstone mansion in...never mind, it's not
important. I notice that you are unaccompanied tonight mister uhh..."
Willis said, trailing off.

	"Hilt," I said. "And yes, my girlfriend was unable to make it
tonight, she was," I said, glancing at Hapsboro. He shook his head
lightly at me, indicating that I not tell Willis that she wasn't
invited.

	"She was feeling a bit under the weather. Maybe you will get to know
here acquaintance someday," I said to him.

	"Yes, hopefully so. However, that does not mean that you should be
alone tonight. There are plenty of wonderful women here tonight who I
am sure would love to get to know such a talented man as yourself,"
Willis said. I noticed his eyes roam over me as he sized me up a bit.
His voice paused for a second. "Yes, yes, I think I know the perfect
date for you Mr. Hilt. She's a vibrant girl, and quite a rising
property here in this mess of Hollywood of ours. Hapsboro, won't you
go and fetch Katherine? Assuming she isn't busy entertaining one of
our other guests?" Willis said.

	"I will sir. Excuse me for a moment," Hapsboro said, darting away
from the conversation. I stood there awkwardly, not quite sure what
else to say to Mr. Willis. I didn't really feel that I needed any
woman by my side tonight, unless it was Petty, but I wasn't going to
say "no" to a man of Willis' stature. He smiled at me for another
moment and then turned his attention back to a petite redhead that he
had been talking to when I approached him.

	"So, you say you want to be in film hmm? Well, that's delightful," I
overheard Willis say. Shifting away from me, I took it that the
conversation was closed and turned myself around to watch the party
guests.

	A few minutes later, my glass of champagne mostly empty, Hapsboro
came bustling through the crowd, a blonde girl walking swiftly in
front of him.

	"Alex, this is Katherine. She will show you around the mansion and
I'm sure will make great company for you tonight. She was hand picked
by Mr. Willis to act in some of the companies smaller projects and is
a delightful girl," Hapsboro said, standing next to her.

	Katherine was a medium heighted blond woman, with an adorable smile
and a flawless body. She wore a black sequined dress that hung to her
mid-calve level and a pair of tautly pulled spaghetti straps clung
tightly to her shoulders, enclosing in the material below a pair of
quite large breasts, sticking proudly from her narrow figure.

	"A pleasure to meet you. Would you like me to show you around?"
Katherine said softly. I noticed Hapsboro nod behind her and then
disappear into the crowd again.

	"Yes, that would be wonderful, thank you," I said to her. She took my
hand in her own and we walked to the edge of the crowd, headed towards
the staircase. Katherine led me by the hand as we approached the first
steps, but once we had risen a few she began to walk beside me.

	"So, Mr. Hapsboro says that you are a screenwriter? That is pretty
rare at a party like this, given how exclusive Wilton is about his
guest list," Katherine said to me. Her brown eyes sparkled from the
light of the overhanging chandelier as we walked each step slowly, her
small hand pressing tightly against my own.

	"Yes. I was a bit sneaky and put my script in Mr. Willis' office the
other day when I was uh," I said, pausing over my embarrassment at my
current job. "When I was delivering a package. I'm a delivery man by
day, screenwriter by night," I said laughing it off so as not to feel
so awkward.

	"That must be why you are so big and strong and in such good shape. A
job like that must be very taxing," Katherine said, furrowing her brow
a bit as she nodded her head, trying to look sympathetic. We came to
the end of the stairs and I was amazed at how quiet the second floor
was. The din of the party barely floated up to this marginal height,
and I could see all the heads beneath us, milling about as they talked
and drank with one another.

	Katherine's hand brushed my arm and I, out of reflex, jumped a bit at
her soft touch. I glanced away from her for a moment in another fit of
embarrassment.

	"Sssoo...how long have you worked for Mr. Willis?" I said, changing
the subject.

	"Well, I wouldn't say that I work for him but he did give me a pretty
big career break. I met him a few months ago at a party like this one,
my friend Ali introduced us. Since then, my life has been a pretty big
whirlwind of parties like this, movie premieres and roles on
television shows," Katherine said.

	This raised my interest. "Have you been in anything I might have seen
before?" I asked.

	"Well, did you ever see the show 'Roswell'? I starred on that as
Isabel Evans..." Katherine said, trailing off. It suddenly hit me who
she was.

	"You're Katherine Heigl aren't you?" I asked, a little dumbfounded
that I didn't realize it at first. I knew she looked familiar, and I
had actually seen 'Roswell' a few times, but I guess I never put two
and two together.

	"That's me," she said. "But anyways...enough about what I do, here
follow me in here. I want to show you this room," she said, opening a
door to her left about midway down the hall.

	I walked in behind her as she turned on a light switch. The room lit
up in bright light, and as my eyes adjusted I took in everything that
was there. It was a very large bedroom, with a raised bed in the
middle of the room, directly beneath a large window whose curtains
were only drawn slightly. Over in the corner was a couch and a
television, not to mention a very expensive looking sound system.
Though no light was on in there, I also saw a gold plated looking
bathroom off to the side, the light dancing off the fixtures of a sink
and a whirlpool tub. Katherine walked further into the room and then
stopped, standing in front of the bed.

	"This is Willis' guest room. It's where he brings all his girlfriends
and mistresses when his wife is away traveling," Katherine said,
running her hand lazily over the soft bed spread of the massive bed.
"Here, come feel how soft this is,"

	I walked over to her as she sat down on the bed. Taking a seat beside
her, I ran my hand over the material - it was like silk, only much
thicker. It must have been a very expensive imported fabric of some
kind, as I had never seen or touched anything like it in my life.

	Katherine scooted closer to me as I glanced down at the bed. When I
looked back up at her, she wasted no time in leaning in against me
tightly, planting her soft lips on my own, her breasts pressing
tightly against my chest as she forced her tongue into my mouth almost
hurriedly. I was shocked by this and broke the kiss immediately,
standing up from the bed.

	"What the hell was that?" I asked, rubbing my hand over my lips. I
could still feel her warm breath on them.

	"That was a kiss. Didn't you like it? Oh God, you aren't gay are
you?" Katherine said, whining a little bit.

	"No, I'm not gay. But I mean...shit, isn't that a little forward of
you?" I said to her. She smiled and I watched a little awestruck as
she slid her fingers over her shoulders and unhooked her dress,
pulling first one side and then the other down her shoulders and arms,
exposing her quite ample chest to me. Her nipples were a dark pink
color, the tips only slightly brown in comparison to her otherwise
pale and firm breasts.

	"I don't think it's forward at all. Unless you have a problem with
it?" she said to me seductively. She rose up from the bed and walked
over to stand in front of me, her nipples just inches away from my
chest.

	"I...I can't. I have a girlfriend and she..." I said weakly as I felt
Katherine press herself against me, this time no mistaking the heat
radiating from her body. She moved her hand around my neck and pulled
my face close, kissing me softly again.

	"And I have a boyfriend. But don't worry, they will never know.
You're in with us now and this is just one of the benefits of working
with Mr. Willis," she said softly to me, her pouty lips trembling a
bit as she spoke.

	I was a bit confused. "What do you mean 'with us now'?" I asked.

	"Shh...it's not important," Katherine said, kissing my neck gently.
Her touch sent chills down my spine and I could feel a growing bulge
in my pants, pressing up against Katherine's warm stomach. "Just relax
and enjoy it," she whispered.

	Her kisses on my neck continued until she hit the collar of my
tuxedo. Her nimble hands quickly removed it and began to unbutton my
shirt, throwing open the material in no time. Her smooth palms ran
over my chest as she hooked her fingers into my pants and undid the
zipper and button, pulling them down to my ankles, boxers and all. My
hard cock sprung free, bouncing obscenely in the air between us.
Katherine saw it and pressed herself against me, the head of my dick
hard against her dress. She gave my chest a soft kiss, right over my
rapidly thumping heart and then dropped to her knees in front of me.

	If I had any willpower to resist before, it was fading fast. I tried
to think of Petty, of what cheating on her would mean if she found
out, but every time I tried to convince myself to make Katherine stop,
the quicker my mind was at coming up with perfect excuses NOT to get
her to quit. "She'll never know...She would do the same thing in your
position...you still love her..." my mind said to me as I felt
Katherine grasp onto my cock, jerking it lightly as she held it out in
front of her mouth, waiting to descend upon it. I clung to the fact
that I DID love Petty tightly, repeating the thought over and over in
my head as I felt Katherine's mouth move first from the tip of my
shaft all the way down to the base, her small cheeks billowing out
slightly as she took my length into her warm mouth.

	I gasped in pleasure as I felt her close her lips tightly around my
meat, her tongue racing up and down my shaft as she jerked me from the
base with one hand and fondled my balls with the other. Katherine
sucked hard on my prick, bobbing her head up and down as she applied
an amazing amount of suction to my shaft. I was panting in excitement
now, glancing down to see Katherine's head moving back and forth over
me, her hot and tiny mouth pulling on my foreskin and coating my
entire dick with her saliva. Katherine glanced up at me, her brown
eyes locking my own - she looked amazingly beautiful and innocent with
my prick moving in and out of her mouth, the tip pressing against the
back of her throat seemingly with every downward motion she did. The
look in her eyes was one of pleasure, one of lust and it made me
shudder just to look at her like that.

	Instinctively, I moved my hand down to her head and wrapped a few
strands of her golden hair around my hand, guiding her by the head as
she moved up and down on my cock. I pulled her tightly against me, her
mouth swallowing all of my dick as I held her nose against my stomach,
the end of my shaft pressing against the soft flesh of the back of her
throat. Katherine breathed heavily through her nose and gently pulled
back on my shaft with her mouth, until just the tip remained.

	She let my cock slide from her lips, a dot of precum sticking to her
bottom lip as she lifted my prick in her hand and began to lick the
underside with her tongue, the tip racing down the thick vein that
bulged from the base. She moved her mouth down to my balls and sucked
them into the wet bliss of her mouth, sucking and slurping on them
gently as she held them there, her tongue licking back and forth right
beneath them. Katherine was certainly very qualified at doing this, as
it had to count as one of the best blowjobs I had ever had, but the
best was amazingly still to come.

	Releasing my tight sac from her mouth, Katherine greedily swallowed
down on my entire prick again. Her nose was just an inch or so from my
chest as she began to suck incredibly hard on my shaft, the thickness
of it not allowing for much movement at all as she rotated the
sensitive skin back and forth with her tongue. Pulling back towards
the head of my dick, she licked furiously over the hole in the tip of
my cockhead, her tongue teasing and coating the entire head in sticky
saliva.

	This was more than I could take. Grabbing her head again, I pulled
her gently onto my shaft, her whole mouth holding it in as she sucked
on me, my impending orgasm just about to arrive. I'd like to say that
I imagined that it was Petty doing the sucking, but that would be a
lie. The truth is, the excitement of the entire day, the thrill of the
party and the absolutely amazing blowjob that Katherine had given was
just too much and I knew exactly who I was shooting my load into as
the first stream arrived.

	Katherine and I locked eyes (though mine were understandably a little
squinted from the pleasure) as I felt the first steamy jet shoot out,
the bliss of the release almost overwhelming. I shot three or four
more long, thick loads into Katherine's mouth, the back of her head
held tightly by my head. Katherine obediently swallowed every last
drop, not even a single dribble escaping from her lips as I watched
her throat muscles work in overtime, the creamy load vanishing down
her throat just as soon as it arrived. I felt my orgasm subside and
released Katherine's head, stepping back slightly as my cock fell out
of her mouth with a pop, and I stumbled backwards into a nearby chair,
my body sweaty and heaving from the tremendous orgasm.

	Katherine crossed her legs under herself and sat down on the floor,
wiping away a small residue of cum that had formed on her lips. I
watched as she fixed her hair a bit and then stood up, approaching me.

	"Would you like to fuck me Mr. Hilt?" she said seductively, her
breasts swaying as she stood over me. I could only nod, my willpower
on vacation as she smiled at me. Hooking her thumbs in the side of her
dress, she shook her hips a little bit and let the material slide off
of her, falling down over her hourglass figure and legs onto the floor
beneath her. I was surprised that in addition to not wearing a bra,
she didn't have on any panties either.
	
	Katherine took the final step over to me and spread her legs wide as
she started to lower herself onto my still hard prick. I took hold of
her hips but hesitated again just for a moment.

	"Shouldn't we use a condom?" I asked her.

	"It's alright, I'm on the pill," she said. Her hands moved on top of
mine and pressed down, allowing my grip to loosen as her cunt opened
up beneath me, the tip of my cock sliding through the entrance of her
wet folds. Katherine watched as my dick disappeared inside of her inch
by inch, her naked body glowing in the light of the room. Reaching the
end of my 7 inch shaft, Katherine settled all of her weight down on my
thighs and immediately began to rock back and forth on top of them.

	Her pussy was incredibly tight and warm, the walls soft and slick as
I felt my prick brush up inside of her. The end of shaft rested
comfortably slightly below her cervix, so that with only a little bit
of thrusting I could press myself to the deepest region of her cunt.
Rocking her hips back and forth in a sort of circular motion,
Katherine began to raise herself up slightly, her hands planted firmly
on her thighs to gain some support. With Katherine doing all the work,
my hands were free to roam other parts of her body and I immediately
went straight for her luscious and large breasts.

	I took one in each hand and squeezed them softly, feeling her nipples
harden against my palms. They were soft and warm and amazingly heavy,
though I could tell right off that they were completely natural and
yet still incredibly firm. Her nipples were also quite sensitive, the
hard nubs like sharp little erasers as I rubbed my fingers over them.
Katherine moaned as I rubbed her breasts, squeezing them and pressing
them together and just simply enjoying the size of them in my hands
while her tight cunt worked on my dick.

	Katherine's hips were moving very fast now, her hands having moved
from her thighs to my own as she used the added leverage to lift
herself up and down on me, each thrust seeming to be coming at a
quicker pace. Katherine's blond hair swayed behind her head as she
pressed her lips tightly together to keep too loud a moan of ecstasy
from escaping, though soft little whimpers still managed to get out.
Katherine's eyes were closed as she worked herself up and down on me,
my dick battering against her deepest region as her inner walls
squeezed tightly against my manhood.

	I released her breasts and moved my hands down to her ass, groping
the soft flesh beneath as I lifted Katherine up and down on my dick,
her collapse against my chest obvious proof that she was wearing
herself out. I ran a finger up between her ass crack, feeling the
tight hole of her ass as the tip of my finger pressed against it. I
couldn't help the urge to slip it tightly inside of her, the tip of my
digit disappearing into her tight anal opening. Katherine gasped
loudly and I felt her body shudder, a small orgasm running through her
body from the attention being paid to her asshole.

	She leaned heavily against me, her nipples pressing against my own as
I slid my prick in and out of her, the shaft coated with her juices as
the sound of our fucking filled the room. Katherine's warm breath
escaped from her lips in gasps and groans against my muscled chest,
her cheek resting against my body as I fucked her harder and harder.

	The added lubrication from her cunt made it even easier to slide in
and out of her tight crevice and I took advantage of this, holding
myself deeper inside of her with every thrust, her outer cuntal lips
gripping me tightly as if they didn't want my shaft to ever leave as I
moved in and out, always leaving the tip inside of her. I had more
control over myself this time, as by now we had been fucking for
almost twenty minutes, but feeling her large tits and hard nipples
against my body, and the fact that she was a beautiful celebrity
laying on top of me overwhelmed my sense as I felt another orgasm
approaching.

	I lifted her up so that she was sitting up on top of me, her body
swaying back and forth, her tummy rolling and moving with the motions
of our lovemaking as I pressed myself as hard as I could inside of
her, holding down tightly onto her hips as my orgasm began. This
release was no less as strong as the one from earlier in our
lovemaking session and I felt the hot eruption of cum blast out of my
body and into Katherine's greedy cunt, which seemed to be begging for
more cum as I unleashed a torrent inside of her.

	The load was so tremendous that a small trickle of our combined
juices leaked out from between her legs, running over her red and
exposed clit, the maidenhead glimmering in the light as I shot the
final stream inside of her body. Katherine groaned in pleasure, her
lips mouthing silent words as she dizzily balanced herself on top of
me. I continued to thrust in her, pushing more of my cum inside of her
as deep as possible until I felt my overworked prick finally start to
subside and to grow soft inside of her now stretched out pussy.

	Katherine came to rest on my chest again, her arms wrapped around my
broad shoulders as I grabbed onto her ass and stood up from the chair,
carrying her over to the bed, my prick escaping from inside of her
folds as I laid her down on the bed, both of our thighs sticky and wet
with juices.

	Laying there on the bed for a moment, Katherine's rapid breathing
subsided as she relaxed, a hand absently moving to her left breast and
giving her nipple a slight tweak, twisting the sensitive flesh in
between two of her fingers. I stood over her, my hand down on my cock
as I wiped off our cum with my pair of boxers from the floor. Sitting
up, Katherine's face was flushed and sweaty, but she smiled up at me
as she dangled her legs off of the raised bed. Standing up on shaky
legs, she squatted down and picked up her dress, sliding her legs
through it as she pulled it up over her body.

	She walked over to a mirror across the room and brushed some sweaty
hair off from over her eyes and fixed what wasn't already tussled with
her hand. She turned around to look at me and leaned back against the
wall, her arms wrapped around her waist just slightly beneath her
breasts.

	"That was fun, wasn't it?" she asked.

	"Yes, it was," I said, still in a daze over the fact that this had
actually happened.

	"Well, I need to be getting back to the party. I'm sure we will meet
again, now that Mr. Willis has taken you under his wing like he did
with me," Katherine said, her sultry figure swaying as she walked to
the closed door of the room. "See you around,"

	And with that, she opened the door and vanished from sight, pulling
it closed behind her. I stood there for a moment, just staring at the
door in amazement before gathering up the rest of my clothes, fixing
myself up and walking out of the room.

	Descending the stairs, the thought about what she had meant about
being "one of them" returned to my mind and I looked around for
Katherine, trying to find her so that I could ask her again. As I
stepped off the stairs, I accidentally bumped into Hapsboro.

	"So, Hilt, was Katherine a good host? Mr. Willis always speaks so
kindly of her, I hope she gave you a good tour," Hapsboro said.
	
	I thought of asking him about what she had said to me, or even to ask
if he knew that she was going to just seduce me, but thought better of
it.

	"Yes, she was. Quite a girl, she might fit in perfectly with the
script, if it gets made I mean. I'd love to work with her," I said to
him.

	"I'm sure you would. Listen, Mr. Willis sent me around to ask
everyone to please start saying goodbyes, as he has an early morning
flight in the morning and would like to get some sleep," Hapsboro
said.

	"Not a problem," I replied. "I was thinking of leaving anyways. But
please, if you see Katherine again ask her to get in touch with me.
She mentioned something to me that I wanted to ask her about," I
replied.

	"Will do. Have a good evening Alex," Hapsboro said, walking away from
me to go approach a Senator I saw standing over by the bar.

	I returned to the front door and asked the butler for my coat, which
he produced a moment later, and then I walked out the door. The same
valet from when I first arrived spotted me. He nodded in my direction
and then walked off down a ramp to go get my car. I stretched a bit as
I stood in the air, listening to the sounds of the frogs and insects
buzzing around while I waited on the vehicle. He returned a few
minutes later and pulled up directly in front of me, handing the keys
over without much of a word. I reached into my wallet to tip him, but
he declined.

	"Please, no. Mr. Willis already pays us well enough and taking tips
from guests is against his policy," the valet said. I shrugged and
returned my wallet to my pocket, walking over to the driver's side of
the car and starting up the loud engine, heading home.



PETTY'S STORY:

	These last few weeks have been some of the craziest of my life. The
night Alex returned home from the party, he was practically giddy from
the excitement. He told me all about Wilton Willis' mansion, about all
the stars he saw there, even about the drunk guy who almost knocked
him over. I wish I could have went with him, but I guess I can
understand Mr. Willis' problems with names. Even though I was jealous,
just the sheer recounting of all that happened (Alex told me he wished
I was there, as he felt lonely around people with dates) got me
incredibly horny. I get off on people with a lot of power, what can I
say. We made love until the sun came up that night and it was
incredibly good.

	Since then, Alex heard back from Antamount a few days later and they
approved his script! We were both tremendously excited, as not only
was it going to be a huge move for Alex's career, the financial pay
off also was quite good. They paid him $100,000 for his script and we
cashed the check yesterday. You should have seen the face of the bank
teller when we showed her that monster check, it was priceless!

	So now I'm sitting here in front of my makeup mirror, putting the
final touches on my appearance. I'm wearing a long green dress that I
know Alex loves, and that I love too because it shows off my curves
and body very well. My breasts aren't exactly huge, but with the right
dress any woman can turn her breasts into quite appealing "assets", if
you know what I mean. We are going to a celebration dinner tonight
with Mr. Hapsboro over the deal being completed. I overheard part of
Alex's conversation and it sounds like Mr. Willis might even show up
to offer his congratulations. I can hardly wait, as I am dying to get
to know someone of his rank and stature in the Hollywood scene.

	"You almost ready in there?" I heard Alex call to me outside the
bedroom door.

	"Just one more minute, then I will be," I replied, fixing my hair one
final time. I had it pulled back over my ears, the long blond locks
spilling out over my back as I sat there, applying a final coat of
lipstick. I smacked my lips together to even it all out and nodded to
myself in the mirror, happy with the way I looked.

	Walking out of the bedroom, Alex looked stunned.

	"Wow, you look great honey," he said to me. I couldn't help but blush
- his compliments always did that to me.

	"Thanks. Are you ready to go?" I asked.

	"Yep, let me grab my keys then we are out of here!" he said, walking
over to the front door. I followed him out, his hand giving me a soft
pat on my ass as I walked and we headed out of the apartment to the
parking lot.

	The first thing Alex had done with the money was to buy himself a new
car. Nothing fancy, the car was actually used, but it was a late 1990s
Lexus and every time I rode in it I felt like a queen. He opened the
door for me and I slid in, watching him walk around the car to the
driver's side. Starting it up, it purred like a kitten and we were off
to Nox, the new and very exclusive restaurant downtown.

	We arrived a few minutes later, Alex dressed in a very handsome and
becoming sports coat and navy blue slacks, his broad shoulders making
him look more like a football player than a soon-to-be-screen-credited
writer. He took my hand as we walked inside, the doorman opening the
door for us.

	The place was crowded to say the least, and there was a gaggle of
people standing by the front door, desperately hoping for a seat or a
spot somewhere in the restaurant. The LA Times had raved about the
food here at Nox, so I was very excited that I would get a chance to
sample some of their cuisine.

	"Hi, we are with the Antamount party," Alex said to the greeter. The
man, a 20 something with horn rim glasses, glanced at a list and
nodded his head in approval.

	"Follow me," he said and I fell in step behind Alex, walking past a
few tables as the man led us to the back of the restaurant. I couldn't
help but notice the celebrities and musicians sitting around each
table with their entourage and girlfriends, chatting and drinking wine
as they each involved themselves in separate conversations that I
could only catch bits and pieces of as I walked. It was all so
exciting, to finally be invited into this separate and distinct world
from the rest of the "common folk" in Los Angeles.

	The greeter opened a folding Japanese screen (odd, since this was
supposedly a Greek restaurant) and we stepped through. Alex must have
recognized people immediately, because he walked over and began
shaking hands, leaving me standing there holding my purse. The only
person I did recognize out of the group of four who were already
seated was Eliza Dushku, the sultry looking brunette from "Bring it
On" and a few other smaller movies that weren't quite hits. I saw her
sizing me up a bit and felt myself flush with embarrassment over her
glances.

	"Petty, you don't have to stand there, come sit down," Alex called to
me. I again blushed as I walked over to him, ever the gentleman by
being ready and waiting with a chair for me to sit in across from
Eliza.

	"Mr. Hapsboro, this is Petty, my girlfriend, I believe I've told you
about her," Alex said casually, as if he introduced me to bigwigs all
the time.

	"Charmed," the man said, taking my hand in his own and kissing the
back of my palm lightly. "And please, call me Gordon. Alex, you should
have told me that she was so beautiful, I would have insisted she come
to Mr. Willis' party that night,"	he said.

	"I'm sorry, I guess I really should have. But hey, she's here now and
unless you have any objections I'm sure she will be more than willing
to come to any more invites that you might have," Alex said. A waiter
appeared behind us, setting down two glasses of wine for Alex and I.
It was red wine, which I normally didn't drink because it went
straight to my head, but I wasn't going to send it back. This was
Alex's night, and me making a stir wouldn't look good on him.

	"Let me introduce everyone else to you then Petty," Gordon said.
"Across from me is Brandon Shuman, who was in charge of seeing that
Alex's script got the needed tweaks. We don't normally let the
screenwriters out of their holes that often but this was a special
occasion,"

	The table laughed at the joke as Brandon became embarrassed. "Hi,
nice to meet you," he said, waving his hand slightly.

	"And this is Jack Furrow, who right now will be overseeing the
production of Alex's script as we film it. Of course Alex will still
get executive producer credit, but we can't just leave him to run the
whole thing by himself, now can we?" Gordon said.

	"No, I suppose not," I replied, sipping my wine. It was a very good
vintage wine, I could tell that right off the bat, and had a smooth
and pleasant texture to it.

	"Finally, we have Ms. Eliza Dushku, who I invited tonight because she
is interested in doing the role of Janey, the teenage daughter in
Alex's script," Gordon said, motioning towards the far end of the
table where Eliza sat, smoking a cigarette. Even though it was illegal
to smoke inside a restaurant in California, this didn't seem to bother
Eliza in the slightest. Given the reputation of the club, I don't even
think the cops could have gotten in to even give her a fine.

	"Hello," she said non-chalantly, blowing a smoke ring from her mouth.
Her eyes locked onto mine and held them there for a second. I was
going to look away and back to the conversation but there was
something about her gaze that urged me to keep looking, to hold it as
I stared into her deep brown eyes from across the table. Finally Eliza
looked away, her interest in staring at me having faded.

	Another waiter appeared at the end of the table and he waited for a
pause in the conversation between Alex and Gordon before speaking.

	"Is everyone ready to order?" he asked.

	
	We ordered and the food arrived almost 40 minutes later. I had
ordered a Greek salad, since I had long ago given up meat in favor of
being vegetarian. Though the salad was good, I was starving by the
time it arrived and probably looked like an animal as I ate it
quickly. I couldn't help but notice throughout the meal that Eliza
kept staring at me from across the table. I had misjudged her, in that
the stare wasn't one of sizing me up but something else...something
like she was trying to figure out what I was about or something like
that.

	I set my fork down and took another drink of wine, this being my
third glass. I felt a little lightheaded from the effects of the
alcohol, but I still felt in control of myself enough to carry on a
decent conversation.

	"So is Mr. Willis not coming tonight?" I asked, noticing that my
words were a little slurred.

	Gordon looked up from his down table conversation with Eliza.

	"No, I'm afraid not. He said he sends his congratulations though,"
Gordon said, turning back to Eliza.

	I finished off my glass of wine and just looked around the room. Alex
and Brandon had turned their chairs to face one another and were
talking heatedly about something. Jack meanwhile was leaning back in
his chair, talking on a cell phone. I resented Alex a bit for leaving
me sitting here by myself, but I wasn't going to say anything - even
if I did, he would probably think I was drunk anyways.

	I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. Spinning around, I saw Eliza
standing over me, her hand on her hip as she looked down at me. Her
curly brown hair fell over one shoulder seductively while she loomed
over me. She wore a very short leather miniskirt and a white halter
top and from the angle I was sitting at I could almost see her nipples
poking into the fabric directly above me.

	"I need to go to the ladies room," she said to me. "Would you like to
come along?"

	"Sure," I said to her, standing up slowly so as not to teeter and
fall over. I placed my hand on the edge of the chair as I stood up,
following Eliza down out of the room and down the hall towards the
restroom. I watched as her ass swished back and forth as she walked,
more than a few of the male patrons staring at her as she walked by
without even giving them a second glance. I too got some looks, but
trying to recall now I can't tell if it was from the way I looked or
the way I was walking. Either way, I certainly enjoyed the stares in
my state of intoxication.

	Eliza walked into the ladies room as I followed her, a waitress
walking away from the sink as we entered. Eliza paused for a moment to
check her hair and then disappeared into the stall. I took the one
next to her and plopped down on the seat, pulling my panties down as I
relieved myself. I felt a bit dizzy sitting there, but after finishing
up and flushing the toilet and standing up again, I felt marginally
better.

	I walked out of the stall and saw Eliza standing there, rifling
through her purse.

	"Shit, I left something in my car. Come out into the parking lot with
me for a second, won't you? I don't want to get mugged or raped or
worse," she said. I nodded and followed her out of the restroom and
past the entrance into the parking lot. Eliza had parked a little bit
aways from the rest of the crowd, and I could see why she was
apprehensive of going to her car alone: the nearest light source came
a few spots over, which left the majority of Eliza's 4-door BMW
covered in shadow.

	She reached into her purse and pulled out her remote keyless entry
switch and the headlights of the car flashed as she approached it. I
stuck close to her, glancing around nervously for any strangers or
muggers - I didn't want to be attacked either.

	"Just one second," she said, opening the passenger door and leaning
in. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but as she bent into the car
like that I couldn't help but stare at her long, smooth legs as her
skirt slid up her thighs ever so slightly. I quickly shook the
thoughts from my head - this wasn't why she wanted me to follow her,
not to stare and ogle her like some horny guy. No, she wanted me to be
on the lookout for trouble and that's exactly what I should be doing.

	I moved closer to her, the car door between us as she fiddled around
inside, looking for something. I leaned my ass against the door and
folded my arms under my chest, glancing around to look for anyone. All
I saw was a group of people leaving the restaurant and heading for
their cars, directly across from me in the main parking lot.

	"Found it!" Eliza said excitedly, standing up and closing the door
away from my ass. Eliza placed what she had found on the hood of the
car, her hands circling around it tightly to keep me from seeing what
it was. I heard some unwrapping, like the sound of a plastic bag being
opened, followed by a slight sound of something that sounded like sand
being poured out. Standing up on my tip toes (not an easy feat when
you are in heels!), I saw what it was: cocaine.

	Eliza zipped up the bag again and tucked it into her purse, and then
quickly pulled out a credit card. There was a small pile of white
powder on top of the car. I wouldn't call it enough to OD on, but it
was certainly noticeable from where I was. Eliza cut out four lines
with her credit card, lining them up so that they were directly
beneath her face. Without even looking, she reached BACK into her
purse and pulled out a $100 dollar bill, all neatly rolled up and
circular as a tube.

	Wasting no time, Eliza tucked one end into her nose and then lowered
her face over the drug, snorting up loudly. One of the white lines
vanished from the car top, only a few stray specks of the coke
lingering where the powder had been just seconds earlier. Eliza leaned
her head back and held it there, her eyes closed and a slight bit of
powder coating the base of one of her nostrils. I saw her swallow a
few times, and then a pleasant sigh escaped from her lips. She lowered
her head down slowly and turned to look at me.

	"Much better. You want a bump?" she asked, holding out the dollar
bill to me. I looked at it for a moment, trying to decide what to do.
Now, I'm certainly not a goody goody - I can drink with the best of
them and enjoy a joint every now and then. But this was a whole new
ball game, as coke was a totally different beast than a morning
hangover or a case of the munchies brought on by too much weed. But
hey, if someone like Eliza could handle it with no problem, not to
mention be a rising star in Hollywood, then I could too!

	"Sure," I said softly, taking the tube from her. She stepped out of
my way as I leaned over the car, lining the bill up with one of the
white lines. I felt Eliza's hand on my neck, brushing my hair out of
the way - I certainly didn't want to smear it everywhere and waste
Eliza's good money. I sighed internally and stuck the bill to the top
of the car, inhaling with a loud snort as I moved the $100 dollar bill
over the line from top to bottom. When the drug had vanished, I
stepped back from the car and leaned my head up like I saw Eliza do,
waiting for the reaction of the drug.

	It came swiftly and sharply, hitting me like an explosion of colors
and sensory information all at once. Suddenly light seemed brighter,
noises louder and the whole damn world around me just seemed
so...ALIVE! I felt a slight burning in my throat, but like I saw Eliza
do I swallowed down hard to get rid of the feeling. I could feel it
crawl sharply down my throat, the burning actually becoming a bit
pleasant as it went down my throat. My nose tingled from the sensation
and I couldn't help but rub it slightly with my thumb.

	Eliza took the tube from me and snorted up a second line of the
evening, offering it to me again. This time there was no hesitation -
whatever this feeling was that the coke had created, I wanted more! I
snorted up harder this time, getting the powder inside me in a much
faster fashion than I had the first time. I handed Eliza back the bill
and leaned against the side of the car, feeling my legs grow weary as
I slowly slid down and slumped on the ground. I closed my eyes and was
amazed by the colors that I saw beneath my eye lids.

	Eliza squatted down next to me, reaching into her purse (what all did
she keep in there, anyways?) and removing a pack of cigarettes. She
lit one for me without even asking if I wanted one and handed it to
me. I took it from her and puffed deeply on the white stick, feeling
the nicotine and chemicals race into my body. Lighting a cigarette for
herself, Eliza and I didn't say much for a few minutes. As I finished
the cigarette, I realized that we had been gone an awful long time (I
had no idea how long actually, since I had chosen not to wear a
watch).

	"We should go back," I said to Eliza, my words now slurred.

	"It's alright, they won't miss us," she said, taking one last deep
drag from her cigarette before flicking it away.

	"But what about Alex?" I said, only half-interested by now. I was
more focused on the dizzying shapes and colors floating off over in
the rest of the parking lot.

	Eliza sighed and pulled out her cell phone. "What's his cell number?"

	"555-1704" I replied. She punched in some numbers and held the phone
to her ear, waiting on it to pick up.

	"Alex? Hi, this is Eliza. Listen, Petty and I are in the ladies room
right now and she isn't feeling good. I'm going to take her out of the
restaurant quietly and then take her home, is that ok?" Eliza said.
"Yes, she's fine. Just had too much to drink I think. Ok. Yes, I'll
have her tell me. Thanks. Cya later,"

	She snapped the phone closed and then replaced it in her purse.
"Well, that's taken care of,"

	"But...you don't have to take me home...Alex is supposed to take me
home...this is his night and I'm his girlfriend and," I said, my voice
whining a bit. Alcohol always had the strangest effect on me - even
when I was drunk, I still KNEW I was drunk. I was just unable to exert
the same amount of control over myself as I normally would have been
able to.

	"But I want to take you home," Eliza said. "Or well, eventually,"

	I was surprised by what she did next. Very roughly, Eliza moved from
beside me to in front of me in one swift motion, pressing herself
firmly against me with my back to the car and kissed me. Her lips
pressed against my own and, drug or no drug, my eyes flew open in
shock.

	"Eliza!" I said to her, wiping my mouth. "I didn't know you were
a..."

	"A dyke? I'm not. But you have just been too delicious looking all
evening and I just had to see what you taste like," Eliza said,
grinning at me. Her brown hair hung above her shoulders and from the
light of the nearby streetlamp, her face looked angelic in the light -
or perhaps demonic from the lust - but certainly amazing and unlike
any woman's face I had ever seen.

	She kissed me again, this time working her tongue into my mouth. For
some reason, I didn't fight her off as hard this time (I did press my
hands against her chest, but meeting only her breasts, this seemed to
turn her on even further) and after a few moments my own tongue
betrayed me as it locked against hers, venturing out from my mouth to
explore Eliza's own.

	I became more adventurous, working my tongue deeper into Eliza's
mouth as she forced hers more into mine. I felt a wetness developing
between my legs, a slight moisture coating the surface of my panties
from my growing excitement. Eliza moved her hands to my chest and
began to squeeze and tweak my breasts roughly, my nipples hardening
under her touch through my bra. Her hands slid up my chest to my
shoulders, reaching the straps of my dress as she began to pull them
down swiftly, tearing the fabric on one of the straps. The flimsy silk
of my dress fell away from my shoulders, leaving them exposed to the
night air as Eliza pawed at my bra, desperate to yank it off. She slid
the cups down beneath my breasts, my nipples popping out in excitement
as I got a chill from the air now on my naked chest. Eliza reached
around and undid the clasp holding my bra on and pulled the garment
from me, slinging it to the ground.

	This all happened so fast that my head (already dizzy from the drugs)
barely had time to react. I pushed her away from me for a moment, my
hand resting on her breast. I could feel her nipple harden underneath
my hand through the soft fabric of her shirt, her excited heartbeat
thumping beneath my palm.

	"Eliza, wait. I...I've never been with...you know, a girl before," I
said to her, my voice wavering slightly as I spoke. Eliza's eyes
gleamed down at me.

	"That's ok, by the time I'm done with you, you will be a seasoned
pro," she said, kissing me aggressively again. I stopped her once
more.

	"I don't think I really want to do this you know, right here," I said
to her in a whisper. Eliza smiled wickedly at me.

	"Of course, how silly of me. I don't want to eat you out sitting here
on the ground behind a car. A dirty pussy always tastes nasty," she
said with a grin. Eliza stood up away from me, extending her hand. I
took it and stood up on wobbly legs, thinking perhaps that she had
something more romantic in mind. But it quickly became obvious that
she wanted to do this right here and right now, and I think part of me
enjoyed the idea of public sex, of being dominated by this beautiful
celebrity.

	Flinging open the back door of her car, Eliza roughly pushed me
inside, my head narrowly avoiding hitting the back arm rest of the
rear seat door. Hunching over into the car, Eliza smiled at me as she
reached down and lifted off her shirt, revealing no bra underneath (no
wonder her nipples felt so hard!). Eliza cast her shirt onto the floor
of the car and crawled in catlike over me, her body lithe and
beautiful in the dim light that filtered in through the windows of the
vehicle.

	She leaned over me, rubbing her hands over my aching breasts, her
touch like a spark of electricity as her palms grazed my hard nipples,
the tips almost painful to the touch from the excitement I felt, the
lust. Grasping the material of my dress, Eliza pulled it down the rest
of my body, snagging my panties on the way as I lifted my ass
reflexively to give her a better angle at which to remove my dress.
She balled it up in her hands and tossed it and my panties outside of
the car behind her, my body now totally naked except for the pair of
heels I wore on my feet.

	Eliza now crawled over me completely, her body raised just a few
inches from mine. Her supple, firm breasts brushed against my nipples,
our flesh touching each other for the first time as I lay there,
completely in the control of this lust crazed celebrity. Eliza planted
soft kisses from my chest downward, rubbing her tongue into my belly
button as she moved, her hands rubbing hard against my thighs as she
created more heat between us. Kneeling on the ground outside of the
car, Eliza lowered her mouth to directly in front of my cunt, her lips
just an agonizing inch away from touching my exposed woman hood. I
arched my back as I felt her warm breath stream out of her mouth as
she blew gently on my moist sex, exciting the slightly parted lips of
my pussy slightly and definitely getting me ready for more to come.

	As her tongue moved from the tip of my cunt downward until it flicked
tenderly against my clit, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning
from the feel of her mouth. My head was spinning from the feeling of
the taboo and alien experience of being with a woman rushing through
my body. My sensitive clit twitched underneath her mouth as she
lowered her lips to my sex, her tongue sneaking out like a snake as it
pressed inside against me.

	I gasped and moaned loudly, my hips rising from the seat of the car
in excitement at the feel of her wet, hot tongue tracing over my clit
and inside of my pussy. Eliza steadied me by grabbing onto my thighs
and holding me down, not wanting to let the taste of my snatch get
away from her. Her nose was resting directly above my pussy now as she
forced her mouth hard into me, her tongue probing and exploring my
deepest depths. Alex had given me oral sex before, but it had never
been like this. Something about the way Eliza moved her tongue felt so
naughty and yet so...right.

	Eliza lapped at me like a thirsty dog, her tongue slurping away at
all my excited juices that filled her mouth. She drank them down
greedily, my legs clamping against her head as she sucked on my clit.
I felt her pull the outer lips of my cunt outward from my body with
her teeth, the rough hardness of them sending shockwaves through my
body. Eliza's tongue wrapped around my clit then and held it there,
sucking on the hard nub with all that she was worth.

	I screamed loudly, so loud in fact that it shook the windows, as a
tremendous orgasm hit me, every nerve end in my body seeming to stand
up at attention as the flood of pleasure made me almost pass out. I
felt a torrent of cum spill out from between my thighs and onto
Eliza's waiting face as she slurped it up as best she could (although
I felt a dribble run down between my ass cheeks and onto her expensive
leather seats).

	Eliza sucked up the last few remaining drops and looked up at me, her
lips and cheeks wet and sticky from my juices. She crawled back into
the car, only this time backwards: I knew exactly what she wanted.
Hiking her skirt up as she moved over me, I rubbed my hand over her
tight ass, feeling the flesh beneath my fingers. She wore no panties
underneath the skirt, giving me a tremendous view of her snatch, tight
and seemingly begging to be licked. Eliza settled herself on top of me
so that we were in a 69 position and then proceeded to lower her cunt
on top of my mouth.

	I had never eaten a girl out before, but the instinct to do so just
seemed to come naturally to me, my tongue shooting out by it's own
accord as it came in contact with the first pussy I had ever licked.
My tongue slipped easily into Eliza's folds as she rested her ass over
my face, her own lips already buried again between my legs, working me
towards a second orgasm. I lifted my head slightly off the seat so
that I could lick at her better, my own mouth pressing hard against
her opening lips. I saw the sweet pink within as I slurped away at her
cunt, the deepest region of her pussy red and excited for my tasting.
Her juices were sweet and slightly salty, but altogether not a bad
taste at all. As I began to drink down her womanly flood of juice, I
quickly became obsessed and thirsting for more, seemingly every lick
not quite enough to satisfy me. The flavor was slightly intoxicating
and with the added surging of my blood from the coke and the tremors
of my post orgasmic bliss, I was more than willing to shove my tongue
as deeply into her as possible, her own juice like a drug of it's own.

	I could see between Eliza's legs as she lifted her head from my
snatch, again starting to blow on it to get it more and more excited.
However, she was doing something different: my hips bucked upwards
again as she pushed two fingers slowly inside of me, one wrapped over
the other as all three segments of her fingers entered me
collectively. Eliza held it for a moment and just when I thought I
couldn't reach a higher level of bliss from the feeling of her hand
inside of me, she removed her fingers quickly for a moment before
thrusting back into me hard.

	I yelled loudly once more, another orgasm rocking my body as the
bones from her fingers rubbed over my clit. This orgasm wasn't as
intense as the first one had been, but it still felt amazing,
especially coming from Eliza's talented hand. Eliza continued to work
her hand in and out of me as I licked excitedly at her clit, which had
become exposed during my first attempts at pleasuring her. Mimicking
what Eliza had done to me, I sucked hard on her clit, causing her to
rock backwards on me and practically smother me with her tight, firm
ass - I had obviously touched on just what I had intended to hit.

	Eliza dropped her head back down between my legs, her long hair
draping over my thigh as she placed her mouth on my snatch, licking
lightly at it as she worked her fingers in and out of me. I felt
myself growing more and more excited - three orgasms in one night was
something I had never experienced - and found my own hands trembling
as I struggled to hold her ass cheeks in the wake of the pleasure that
she brought onto me. My cunt felt as if it was on fire from her
amazing skill at pleasuring a woman and I knew it wouldn't be long
before I came again.

	I slid one finger from my hand towards Eliza's parted pussy lips,
tracing the tip along from the bottom to the top of her cunt. Eliza
moaned softly in the car as I found the middle of her snatch and
pushed my finger in quick and deep inside of her. Eliza's entire body
shook as she came on my hand, her sweet juices spilling out and
coating my finger completely. I hurriedly moved my mouth beneath her
pussy, anxious to get more of her sweet nectar onto my tongue so that
I could slurp it down. The renewed vigor from her own orgasm made
Eliza fuck me harder with her hand, now using three fingers. I felt
completely full and stretched by her hand, an amazing feeling that no
cock or sex toy had ever brought out in me.

	Having sucked up all of Eliza's juices, I again placed my mouth
directly onto her clit, tentatively brushing my teeth against it as I
bit down slightly. Eliza yelped and I thought I had hurt her, but as I
released the nub from between my teeth, she turned her head around to
look at me, her hair tussled and her eyes wild with lust.

	"Do that again!" she moaned. I nodded my head and did as I was told,
this time biting and sucking on her clit gently, feeling the skin
beneath my teeth as another orgasm rocked her and spewed her juices
forth onto my mouth. They came in such a flood that I knew I wouldn't
be able to get them all, but the mouthful that I did manage to catch
was swallowed immediately by me, my body now hooked on her salty
taste.

	Eliza thrust her tongue deeper into me, alternating her tongue
movements with those of her hand so that no matter what she was doing
- and they were after all two very unique sensations - I always had a
great amount of pleasure washing over my now throbbing pussy. As Eliza
suckled against my pussy lips, my own inner crevice totally invaded by
her skillful tongue, I felt myself cum for a final time of the
evening, this one practically sapping all the strength out of me
completely, my head falling away from between her legs as I relaxed
and caught my breath on the seat, enjoying the delicious feeling of my
juices spilling out of my cunt, and Eliza there to catch them.

	Lifting herself from between my legs, Eliza settled her ass down on
top of my face, her pussy still exposed and twitching from my
attention to it. I couldn't find the strength to lift my head and lap
at her cunt, so I did the next best thing - shoved two fingers in and
out of her pussy, working them tightly in and out as her inner walls
clung to them, her own third orgasm rising quickly in her body.

	Eliza came with a soft gasp, a final flood of her juice spilling from
between her legs and onto my breasts. She crawled off of me and I
scooted over to give her room on the seat, rubbing her sticky cum onto
my breasts. We laid there side by side for a moment, not saying
anything as we touched and rubbed each other, each of us stealing the
occasional kiss.

	Wrapping her arms around me, Eliza pulled me close to her, the warm
feeling of her body quite comforting as the bliss of a night of
pleasure slowly faded away from us. I sighed heavily and glanced up
and down Eliza's perfectly sculptured body - from her jutting breasts
to her firm and toned tummy all the way down to her neatly shaved
snatch, Eliza was a goddess by any definition. I furrowed my brow
however as I spotted something on her I hadn't seen before.

	It was hard to make out in the light of the car, but it was a tattoo
of some sort, very small, and just below her right hip. I sat up away
from her and got a closer look at it, straining my eyes to see what
exactly it was. It looked like a circle shape of some kind, with some
points sticking out from the edge and a lightning bolt down the
middle.

	Eliza's eyes watched me as I stared at it, and tentatively poked my
finger towards it, touching the inked skin lightly with the tip of my
finger.

	"What is that?" I said to her. Eliza shook her head a bit, her hair
falling over her shoulders.

	"It's a tattoo I got a year or so ago," Eliza said, my hand still
hovering over it.

	"No, I mean what is the design, what does it mean," I said. 

	Eliza sat up suddenly and pulled her skirt back down over her thighs,
covering the tattoo. She pushed the door open with her foot and
slithered out, grabbing up her shirt and tossing me my now dirty
panties and dress.

	Sliding the shirt on over her jutting breasts, the nipples still
hard, Eliza's eyes seemed to gleam with some sort of meaning as she
spoke.

	"Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough," she said. "Now come on,
let me take you home,"


	CHAPTER 2 - COMING SOON


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