Message-ID: <37576asstr$1027915822@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: carnagejackson@hotmail.com (Carnage Jackson) X-Original-Message-ID: <be6b98e5.0207281407.17062359@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 28 Jul 2002 22:07:04 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 28 Jul 2002 15:07:04 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Hollywood After Dark - Ch. 2 (MF, MMM+F, FF, cons, oral, anal, voy, reluc, celeb) Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 00:10:22 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/37576> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: kelly, gill-bates Many thanks to everyone who offered feedback for the first chapter, it was most encouraging - I didn't know how well a story like this would be received. I highly suggest reading the first chapter (available at my site, carnagejackson.com) to get acquainted with the characters and the celeb roles. Feedback and suggestions always welcome. Hollywood After Dark: Chapter 2 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. This is Part 2 of an ongoing series. _____________________________________________________ A worried man with a worried mind No one in front of me and nothing behind There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne Got white skin, got assassin's eyes I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies - Bob Dylan PETTY'S STORY: Eliza pulled to an abrupt halt outside mine and Alex's apartment, stopping so hard my head almost flung forward and hit the dashboard. Shutting off her car, she turned to me. "Well, this was fun babe. But I believe this is your place," she said. "Yes, it is. And yes, it was," I said to her. My head still felt a little woozy from the cocaine and the alcohol we had taken in during and after the party that was held in honor of Alex's screenplay going into production at Antamount. "I'm sure I will be seeing you again if I get the part in your boyfriend's movie," Eliza said. "But if not, don't be a stranger. Ask Hapsboro, he knows where to find me," "I will, don't worry. Tonight was incredible, thanks for the...you know, sex and drugs and stuff," I said meekly. Eliza laughed. "Don't mention it. All we needed was some rock and roll and we would have had a complete Hollywood party," she said as I opened the passenger door and stepped out, my legs a little wobbly. I felt Eliza slap my ass playfully with the back of my hand and I couldn't help but giggle as I climbed out and shut the door behind me. Walking through the bright beams of her headlights, I passed by her window, turning to look at her as she rolled it down. "Oh yeah, one more thing. Probably best if you don't tell your boyfriend what we did tonight. No need to freak him out," Eliza said, her face suddenly stern for some reason. I reassured her. "Not a problem. Even if I did, chances are he would be more turned on than anything else. You know how men are," "I suppose you're right," she said. "Goodnight cutie," And with that, Eliza rolled up her window and sped off down the street, disappearing out of site. I watched her go and then took a moment to straighten myself up before heading up the stairs to our apartment. Turning the key in the door, I opened it to find Alex sprawled out on the couch, watching the local news. The talking heads were babbling about a police beating or something, but as I walked in and the light of the apartment hit my eyes, I suddenly felt very tired and dizzy and blocked out the noise from the television. Thankfully though, when Alex saw me walk in he flipped it off and walked over to me. "Hey, your home. Where were you? You said that Eliza was bringing you home," Alex said, a look of concern on his face. "I know. She had to stop and get some smokes. I just sat in the car," I lied, averting my eyes from his gaze. "How did your dress get torn like that? The straps I mean," Alex said, obviously not content to let the matter rest immediately. "They got hooked on Eliza's door when I was getting into the car," I said, walking past him towards the bedroom as a way of signifying the end of the conversation. He followed me a few steps behind, although his questions stopped. I took off my earrings and slid off my dress, hanging it on a nearby coat hanger. Glancing down, I realized that my panties had dirt on them and were still damp from my love making session with Eliza in the car. I slid them off quickly and tossed them onto a pile of dirty clothes, throwing my bra on top of them to cover it. Alex walked up behind me, his hands on my shoulders. I felt his fingers massage into my skin, the tips pressing down hard on the tight knots that had accumulated in my shoulders throughout the evening. I could simply feel the tension melting away as his wonderful hands worked on me, a slight sigh of pleasure passing through my lips. "Thank you for coming tonight. I hope it wasn't too boring for you," Alex whispered into my ear. "No, I had fun. I don't think I'll remember everyone's name tomorrow though," I said, referring to the film people who were at the table with us. "Mmm...that's ok. You'll meet them again I'm sure," he said, kissing the hairs on the back of my neck. "What say we have a private party of our own tonight, hmm?" I felt one of his hands move away from my shoulder and slide down the smooth skin of my chest and stomach, his fingers just a few inches away from my still wet cunt. A wave of panic washed over me as I remembered how wet I was down there, and my hand moved down suddenly to stop his. "Not tonight baby, I'm tired and just want to take a shower," I said, holding his fingers with my own. He retracted his hand slowly from my stomach and stepped back, turning away towards the bed. "Alright," he muttered. "I have a busy day tomorrow anyways," I parted my hair with a brush on the dresser top for a moment, undoing all the tangles that had accumulated throughout the evening. Setting the brush down, I walked towards the shower. "I'm going to take a shower, be out in a few," I said to him, shutting the bathroom door. In the shower, the effects of the drugs had finally started to wear off, the cresting high shifting into a quickly growing miserable low of a headache as the warm water washed over me. Shampooing my hair, I washed myself as I thought about all that had happened tonight. My mind flashed back to Eliza's fingers roaming over me, to her tongue lapping away at my pussy. I felt myself growing excited at the remembrance, but stopped myself as I felt my hand move stealthily down to my snatch to rub my aroused clit. Maybe Alex would still be interested in that private celebration of his... Turning off the water, I dried off quickly and opened the door, the steam from the shower billowing out around me like the set of one of those bad 50s science fiction films. Toweling off my hair, I climbed into bed, sliding my body next to Alex's. "Hey baby, how about some of that special loving of yours?" I cooed at him. However, I quickly became disappointed when I noticed Alex's shallow breathing and complete lack of response to my advances: he had fallen asleep. Sighing to myself, I reached over and turned off a bedside light, laying my head down on the pillow. The day continued to race through my head, especially the incredibly wonderful feeling of the drugs, and I fell asleep dreaming of Eliza and her flawless body. ELIZA'S STORY: "Fucking asshole! Where the fuck did you learn how to drive?" I yelled at the car in front of me, slapping the wheel with my palm. What a fucking night - first that lame ass party, now these idiot drivers out at midnight. Well, at least I got laid, I thought to myself. I switched lanes quickly, cutting off two cars behind me, their horns blaring almost in unison. I stuck my arm out of the window and flipped them off, smiling to myself as I slid up the interstate. The highway traffic was much more calm, which was good since I was already late for meeting the girls at a club outside of town. That Petty girl had been a good lay, but I had spent way too much time on her, trying to get her off. I have to work on not being so considerate, especially with nobodies like her. My cell phone rang and I reached down to pick it up, narrowly avoiding slamming into some jackass who was doing 50 on the fucking freeway. Hello! It's midnight - no cops around means go faster! "Hello?" I said, the wind from outside howling through my window. "Where are you?" the voice, a female voice that I recognized right away, said. "I'm on the PCH, heading for a club. What's up?" "How did things go tonight with that man and the studio people?" the voice asked, cold and what sounded like only slightly interested. "It was boring as hell. Seriously, I've been to funerals that are more exciting. I didn't find out what you wanted to know unfortunately. His girlfriend kept making googly eyes at me all night so I was slightly distracted," "Oh Eliza, tell me you didn't," "Hey, she was hot. Trust me, if I ever get the chance I will make sure to bring her by so that you can see for yourself. If she can ditch that loser boyfriend of hers, she might actually hold potential for us. She's one of those hippy, earthy girls. And get this: she had never been with a woman before," I said, laughing at the naivety of Petty or whatever her name was. "That's surprising. They are usually the first one's to take part in a bit of rug cleaning, if you know what I mean," "I do. Listen, you're breaking up. Is there anything else you wanted?" "No, that was it. But do come home fairly soon, I feel the need to punish you for your little transgression down to the level of the common people," "Ooo, I can't hardly wait! Will there be dildos involved?" I asked spicily, rubbing my legs together through my skirt to keep from soaking my panties. "Only if you are good. Ta," she said, hanging up. I clicked the phone off and set it down on it's charger. "Bitch, you KNOW I'm good," I muttered to myself, turning on my turn signal and easing into the blackness of the exit ramp. ALEX'S STORY: My head throbbed slightly from having one too many drinks as I sat in a ragged chair in front of Jose's desk. I was here to give my resignation, effective immediately. Dressed in a white starched shirt and tie and a pair of navy blue slacks, I felt decidedly out of place in a room that had a have eaten burrito laying on the desk and a large spider web in the top right corner of the ceiling. I clasped my hands open and closed together nervously as I waited; I didn't know how Jose would react to the news, especially since he had praised me so much before, but I couldn't very well work on my movie (boy, that felt weird to say) and deliver packages all day. Jose barged in a few minutes later, his hair just as wild and frazzled as ever. He had a coffee mug in his hand and from the slight stain on the front of his shirt, I could tell that not all of it had remained in the cup. He looked at me suspiciously as he walked past over to his desk, his bulk settling into the groaning chair behind his desk. "What are you doing here? Why aren't you out delivering?" he asked, one eyebrow arched. "Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. See, I sort of have another job now," I said, looking at the floor. "Another job? Where? With who? If it's that ratfuck Miguel across town I swear I will," he started to say, his voice raised, before I cut him off. "No, calm down Jose. It's nothing like that. My movie script that I have been working on for years was bought by Antamount Studios yesterday and I'm on board to watch and oversee the production in case they have any scripting issues," I said to him, holding my breath that he wouldn't explode in anger. I was relieved to see his scowl turn into a smile as he leaned back in his chair, patting his ample belly with his fingers. "Ah, so Alex has succeeded in his dream, si?" Jose said, smiling at me as he took a sip from his coffee. "That's what it looks like right now. So wait...you aren't mad that I'm leaving?" I asked, now a little wary of the way he was treating the situation. "No, of course not. I have always known you had bigger plans, more talent. More sueños than most of these punyetas that come walking through my door, and I can respect that," Jose said. "That doesn't mean I won't miss you being here but I'm sure that the business will get by. I take it by the way you are dressed that you won't be giving two weeks notice then, si?," "Unfortunately not. They need me at the studio today and I'm already running a bit late," I said sheepishly. "Well then, best of luck compadre. And if you ever need anything when you are rich and famous please don't forget about your friend Jose," he said, rising from his desk to shake my hand. "I won't Jose, don't worry. Good luck with things," I said, shaking his hand vigorously. "It is not me who needs the luck my friend. It may be you," he said. I nodded my head at this, although I felt slightly puzzled by what he had said. Turning towards the door, I left the office. I was in a very happy mood as I drove downtown, past the studio. The casting for the leads was not actually taking place at Antamount headquarters but on their actual filming lot, just outside of town. The drive wasn't too long as traffic was surprisingly light for mid-morning and as I pulled into the lot (flashing my recently gained Antamount security pass to the guard as I pulled in) and parked next to a row of very expensive sports cars. It was like every childhood dream I had ever had when I climbed out of my car. Production assistants buzzed by on golf carts, workmen carried props to and from very large warehouses that dotted the massive asphalt lot and at least half a dozen very important looking people walked by, chatting on their cell phones. Casting and pre-production for "An Amerikan Family", the title of my screenplay (with a slight twist of Russian added to the name as a touch of flair I had always been proud of) was taking place in office A8, a small building behind a row of two very large warehouses that I knew housed studio sets. Walking inside A8, I told the secretary at the front desk who I was and what I was supposed to do. "They are ready for you on the casting floor, but if you want to see your office first then go down this hall," she said, pointing left. "And to your right," "Thanks. Oh, and if a blond girl, skinny, comes in looking for me, have her go to my office please, ok?" I said kindly to the secretary. "Yes sir," she said, returning to her work. I followed her directions and walked down the padded hallway. On the right hand side, in a small plastic nameplate, was my name: ALEXANDER HILT. Trying the door, it opened widely into a dark room. I flipped on a light switch and saw a small couch, a television set and a desk. All typical office furniture, as it looked like none of these items had been used. I walked in and scoped out the room before putting a few files I had been carrying down and walking out. I returned to the secretary and asked her for directions to where the casting room exactly was in this massive building. She pointed me back all the way down the hall behind her, the room so vast that it had two sets of doors as I approached it - one on the side of the space and one in the front. I walked in through the side and onto the floor. It was a very large room with high hung ceilings and a pair of wheel-able cameras sitting next to a long table with three or four leather chairs, two of which were occupied by Jack Furrow, the producer, and Brandon Shuman, the man who had tweaked my script to the studios approval. In front of the cameras was a large blue screen draped over a wood panel that rose from the ground, and tape marks all over the floor for positioning of actors and actresses. Furrow turned to look at me as I approached, smiling. "Well, better late than never I suppose," he said, not bothering to stand up. Shuman craned his head back around to watch me as I came over to take a seat. "We were just about to start auditions without you," Shuman said dryly, sipping a cup of coffee. It was obvious that he had done these sorts of things many times before. "Sorry, I had to quit my other job before I could come work here," I said meekly as I sat down. "What do I need to do? I mean, for the auditions and all," "Nothing really. The studio wants you here to make sure that they stick to the script, but Brandon has done casting calls before so he will probably take the lead on checking lines and what not. You can just sit and watch," Furrow said, leafing through a stack of paper on the table in front of him that I immediately recognized as my script. "Ok, fine by me," I said. "What roles are we auditioning?" "We are going to start out with the young son, the one that has the crippling sickness or whatever it is," Furrow said, his eyes scanning the script. "Tuberculosis," I said, correcting him. "Yeah, right. Then, we have the mistress role to do and the father and then hopefully the mother," Furrow said. "But these things never go quickly so if we can get past the young son today, we should consider the day a success," "Wow, I had no idea that this sort of thing took a long time," I replied. "You'd be amazed Hilt. Wait till we actually start shooting. That's when the real hell of it all starts. I've seen productions go on for years at a time, simply because of bad casting or bad weather or pissed off local governments or whatever," Shuman said, speaking for the first time. "Damn, I mean I knew movies took some time to get made but it's still just incredible that all these people will devote a year of their life to making a simple movie," I said. "Yep, but hey, they will all be paid pretty well for this. Except the PA's of course. Those people get dick," Furrow said, snickering. We all laughed at this, although I didn't especially find it funny. "So are we ready gentlemen?" Furrow asked, folding his hands on the desk. "Yeah," Shuman said. His hand moved to a black phone on the corner of the table. He picked it up and pushed a button on the face. "Send in the try-outs for the son role please Beth," I heard a noise behind me buzz, like one of those emergency exits being opened, and in single file walked a row of boys of all ages and sizes. Some looked barely old enough to be in school, others looked like they were about to graduate FROM school. All held tightly a few sheets of paper that I knew had their lines on them. The boys jostled one another as they came in, shoving and laughing with one another. They were dressed in all manners too - some wore nice, neat clothes, others wore what looked like homemade costumes for the role (a boy at the start of the Russian revolution, so about the early 1920s) and some just wore everyday clothes. It was certainly a site to behold. "Next," yelled Furrow through cupped hands. The boy at the front of the line, a kid of about 10 or 12, walked forward and stood in front of the blue screen, his eyes running over the three of us as we sat there. "Begin on page 3, paragraph 6 please," Furrow said, looking down at the script in front of him. Shuman too looked at his script as the boy began to speak, reciting a line that I already knew by heart about the fear he held over his whole world being torn apart. I didn't have a script but I didn't really need it - if the auditions went like this, there would be no need. The boy finished his lines and glanced up at us. I thought he did a pretty good job at the reading but Furrow quickly dismissed him. "Next!" he yelled again, this time not bothering to cup his hands. I leaned behind Furrow's back and tapped Shuman on the shoulder. "I thought that kid was pretty good, did we get his name?" I asked. Shuman just smiled at me, an exasperated and cynical look on his face. "Hilt, all of these actors are 'pretty good'. But only one of them will get the part. Just watch a few more and you'll quickly be able to tell the difference between who is good and who is not," he said. I leaned back in my chair and watched as the second kid came on, reciting the exact same lines as the boy before him. Shuman was right - after sitting through almost two dozen applicants, the level of their skill was quite varied. All of the child actors could have done far better than me when it came to lines, but after getting through all of them we had narrowed it down to a few that looked like the part that we were going for. I was a little disappointed that we hadn't picked a winner for the role outright, but I did feel a bit better in knowing that the five or so names we did have all probably would do better with a second callback. Furrow stretched in his chair, his lanky arms over his head as he yawned. "I swear if I see another cute kid reciting that same damn line over again, I promise you guys I'm going to throttle him," Shuman laughed. "I hear ya. What say we make the day at least a bit more interesting and try to knock out some of the mistress auditions before lunch? They at least will be better eye candy for us," he said. "Fine by me. Any objections Alex or do you want to take a break?" Furrow asked, turning to me. "No, go right ahead. I'm not starving anyways," I replied. Shuman nodded at this and called the secretary again. "Send in the mistress girls," he said to her, hanging up the phone. I was surprised when the women auditioning for these roles walked in. They were notable faces, women I had seen on television and in movies quite recently, although I had never seen such a beautiful collection of them in the same place. All were quite beautiful and I knew from viewing some of their previous works that they had at least some semblance of talent, but I wondered why we had all of them lined up like cattle over this role - didn't they just schedule appointments for auditions? I again turned to Shuman and asked him that very question. "No, not for these women. The studio wants some famous faces for this role, so we put out a private call to the type of woman we are looking for's agents - exotic, maybe Mediterranean or Eastern European - and the ones that are here agreed to come to a semi-open casting for this," he said. That made sense and also explained why the women looked fairly similar. All had brown or black hair, all were quite voluptuous (these women were dressed for the part, most wearing long negligees) and they did share that foreign look about them. The first one up was Famke Janssen, whom I immediately recognized from movies like "X-Men" and "Golden Eye". She walked to a spot in front of the casting screen and I was startled to see a young looking guy emerge from behind the screen, script in hand, standing in front of him. "Whose that?" I asked Furrow and Shuman. "A PA. He's just here to give Famke someone to talk to when she is reading the lines," Furrow replied. "Oh," I said as the two in front of me began reading. The talent level was now much much higher since we had known actresses reading for the role. Famke seemed to nail every single one of her lines in the same way that I had always envisioned them on screen when I wrote them, and I felt myself becoming incredibly excited watching this sexy woman pour her heart out to the bored production assistant in front of her. The scene went short and Famke looked at us for approval or comments. Furrow and Shuman said nothing but I gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up. Famke smiled at me as I held my hand out and then walked off the set to the exit off to the side. Furrow suddenly shoved my hand hard onto the table. "Jesus Alex, don't do that. This is supposed to be objective, you can't just give your seal of approval to any woman that gets you hard. Try to act stoic like Brandon and I, don't let on what you think about the reading," he said angrily. I yanked my hand away from him, nursing it slightly. "Sorry, my bad," I said, a little hurt at the way he snapped at me. I brushed it off quickly though as the next girl - Penelope Cruz - walked on stage. Penelope read her lines just like Famke had, her cute little accent giving them a unique twist that I hadn't imagined. It was tough to say which one had been better - I could see now why this job was so damn hard - but even in the hands of these skilled women, something seemed to be wrong with the scene. It just wasn't clicking. I thought about this for a moment and then it suddenly hit me. I leaned forward on the table to talk to the other two men quietly. "Guys, I don't think the PA is doing a very good job. He isn't reading the lines with any sort of emotion or anything," I said. For the first time all morning, they both seemed to agree with me. "You know, I think you're right Alex," Shuman said. "That's probably why I'm just not feeling this scene. I thought it was the dialog but now that you mention it, yeah, I think Jimmy isn't doing a very good job," Furrow cupped his hands and yelled. "Jimmy, come to the casting table," Jimmy - a blond haired surfer looking dude, who probably spent more time surfing and laying on the beach getting high than anything else - sauntered over to us. I could tell he was fairly muscular beneath the white t-shirt and shorts that he wore, but that seemed to be the only muscle he possessed: upstairs, his vacant looking eyes gave an impression of no one being home. "Sup?" he said, standing in front of us. "Jimmy, you're doing a piss poor job with the lines. Why don't you go take a break and let Alex here do the reading for you, hmm?" Furrow said sternly. A look of apathy washed over Jimmy's face, the chance to be close to a line full of beautiful women obviously not that appealing to him. "Whatever," he said, tossing the script on the table and walking off. I took it from where it landed and pulled it over to me, scanning the lines that he had been reading. "You up to this Alex?" Furrow asked, his voice now more normal. "Yeah, I think so. I mean, I did write the damn thing after all," I said to them. "Good. Ok, well just in case it wasn't Jimmy, let's try another scene. Page 72, where the husband confronts the mistress about their future with the riots taking place outside," Shuman said, moving through the pile of pages to the part. "Sounds good. Where do I stand?" I asked, glancing over at the blue screen. "Oh, yeah, right. You've never done one of these before. Umm..well, look for a small X on the floor and position yourself towards the female lead based on the script," Furrow said. "Gotcha," I said, walking over to the blue screen. Even though it was just a few feet away from the table, where Jack and Brandon sat looked vaguely ominous, the light of the room barely falling on them, which create all sorts of weird shadows around their face and features. "NEXT!" I heard Furrow yell, spinning now on my heels to see who the first actress with me would be. My heart skipped a beat I think as I saw her slink over to me, a medium height woman with an absolutely stunning face - brown eyes that seemed to reach down into her soul; high cheekbones that gave her face a softened, angular look; lips as maroon as the finest glass of red wine. Her skin became slightly darker to me as she approached, moving with the soft gracefulness of a cat, her ample breasts straining against the low cut dress she wore, the material clinging to her hips. She looked so incredibly familiar and yet...I couldn't place a name. "What's your name sweetheart?" Furrow called to her as the woman finished walking over to me. I could smell her perfume on her, her long, curly brown hair hanging over her shoulders delicately. "Monica Bellucci," she replied politely, a heavy accent in her voice. Her name clicked right away - she was a very famous Italian actress, known for taking gutsy roles. "Alright Monica, well listen. This is Alex, he wrote the script. This is also the first time he's ever done lines with an actress. So show him the ropes, eh?" Furrow said. I felt myself blush slightly at being pointed out to be an amateur in front of a woman like Monica. "No problem," Monica replied softly, her eyes locking onto mine. "If he wrote it, I'm sure he will be a natural," "Ok Alex, go ahead whenever you are ready," Furrow called to me. I swallowed hard, a bit nervous at being put on the spot like this. Clearing my throat, I held the script out a few feet from me, hoping my shaking hands of nervousness didn't look too obvious. 'Oh Darling, do not worry. Once this revolution is over, and the new boss becomes the old boss once again, our love will be able to continue forever,' I said, reading the line with a dead weighted voice, unfortunately conveying no emotion at all in what I knew was a highly emotional scene. Luckily though, Monica picked up the slack. She moved suddenly towards me, pressing her supple body against mine, the heat radiating from her beneath the thin material of her dress. I instinctively wrapped my arm around her waist. 'That is not what I'm afraid of my love! I fear that we shall not make it through this awful rioting alive! For we are the bourgeoisie,' Monica said, her voice trembling as she spoke, the accent giving her words a hint of desperation and tension. This seemed to help my own reading as I felt myself imagining what the characters were doing at this particular moment in the movie that I had already played out a million times in my head. I looked down at Monica, the soft rise of her cheekbones looking pale and white under the intense lights overhead. 'We shall be fine. And even if they come to tear us apart, you mustn't fear Alice, because I will be there to protect you' I said, my eyes losing themselves in Monica's deep stare. Tears welled up in her eyes and for a moment I felt disoriented, wondering why she was crying. But I quickly remembered what we were doing and felt myself feeling sympathetic for this beautiful girl in my arms, her breasts pressing against my chest as my character tried to protect her from the evils of the world. 'But you will surely be killed!' Monica gasped. 'Then I shall die knowing the love you gave me,' I replied. Though it wasn't in the script, Monica moved her face closer to my neck and I could feel her warm breath breathing against the side of my face, making my body tingle. 'But what of your wife?' Monica said, her lips now brushing softly over my skin as she kissed my neck lightly. I felt my pulse quicken, trying to stay in character. 'Isabel is a good woman but she is not my love. My heart only feels for you my dear Alice,' I said, turning my head down to look at Monica. She lifted her own from her neck and continued to make her way up my neck to my cheek, standing on the tips of her toes now so that she could reach me. I pulled her body tightly against me, squeezing her side hard as she gazed into my eyes. 'Then say it for me please Sasha. Just once,' Monica said, now kissing my chin, her warm lip brushing gently across my bottom one, my mouth trembling from the intense romanticism of the scene. 'Say what my darling?' I whispered, now lost in a world of my own, where the lines I was saying came from memory and the rest of the world vanished as it was just Monica and me, beneath the fiery hot lights of the studio. 'Say you love me. And that you will always love me,' Monica said, now pulling my face down to hers with her soft hands, our eyes melding into each other from the intense glare. Scene be damned, this was one of the most erotic things of my life! 'I love you. I will always love you, even if time should vanish from this crazy universe of ours,' I whispered to her. Monica needed no more hesitation from that point, lunging up at my mouth with her own as she kissed me hard. I was more than eager to return the kiss, meshing my lips tightly against her own as I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and mine into hers, kissing her richly and deeply, our bodies burdened from one another only by the clothes on our back. I held her tightly as we continued to kiss, as seconds turned into minutes and minutes into what felt like hours. I could feel Monica's soft breathing coming quickly from her nose above the quiet smacking of our lips and the wrestling of our tongues. I had gained an almost instant erection from the moment Monica was close to me, but I was surprised now to feel her nipples stiffen tightly against her dress, her breasts pressed hard against my strong body, holding her like that. I instinctively moved a hand slowly up to her left breast and squeezed it from the side as I held her there. Monica moaned into my mouth, our kiss finally breaking by an interruption that was rising in volume from beside us. "Alex! ALEX!" the voice called. I reluctantly released Monica from my grasp and turned to look at the noise, startled for a moment when I saw Jack Furrow standing there, a look of annoyance on his face, as the reality of where we were slowly began to sink back into me. I wiped my mouth away, feeling the tingle of Monica's lips still on my own. "What?" I said hoarsely, the excitement of just a few minutes of paradise making me horse. "I said cut about 3 minutes ago. Didn't you hear me?" Furrow said, his hands on his hips, the script tapping on his leg as he glared at me. Monica had stepped away from me now, but she still remained relatively close, a smile on her face as she nibbled on her bottom lip, the lust of our kiss fading slowly from her eyes. I glanced around the room and saw two reactions: Furrow's look of annoyance, and everyone else's look of sheer shock and amazement at what had just taken place. I felt myself blush a deep crimson as I looked down at the floor, letting my hand slide away from Monica's, the last touching of our bodies that had still remained. "No, I didn't. I...I got caught up in the scene," I said, a little miffed at being treated like a child, even though this behavior was inappropriate. "Jesus, you're even worse than Jimmy was. At least he knew not to take things to the level that you did. We could be sued for sexual harassment for Christ's sake!" Furrow said, turning away from us. "Alright everyone, 1:00...lunch break. Our friend Alex here needs to cool down some before we can start anymore auditions," I stood there blankly for a second, Monica drifting away from me slowly. I caught her eye again and she winked at me and blew me a kiss as she walked away, behind the other actresses who were filing out the same door in which they came in. I could even hear a few of them giggling. Walking over to where Furrow and Shuman sat, I saw Brandon tapping his pen on the table. Surprisingly, he wasn't nearly as pissed off as Jack was, and in fact had a shit eating grin on his face as he rotated back and forth in his chair. "So was it as good for you as it was for me?" he asked with a grin. I imagine that he probably had been thinking that one up throughout the whole deal, but I couldn't help but smile and laugh with him, seeing the silliness of this whole thing - even if it had left a painfully hard erection in my pants. "Shut up Brandon," I said in an unserious tone. "So if I say that I think that Monica Bellucci is the right girl for the job, does that mean I won't be able to sit in on anymore of these auditions?" Furrow's mood had cleared. "No, Brandon and I thought that she was probably best too. I'll have the secretary send the other girls home. Congratulations Alex, you just cast your first character," Furrow said, extending his hand. I shook it. "Thanks. So are we going to do some more after lunch?" I asked. "Possibly, depends on the kind of turn out we have. These auditions, especially the smaller roles by unknown actors, seem to get less people in the afternoon, mostly because the new actors or actresses have all morning to get cold feet and think of everything that can go wrong and often times, they just leave," Brandon said. "But we will see how this one goes," "Alright, well I'll see you two in a minute. Kissing a beautiful woman like that makes me hungry," I said with a grin, walking away and through the door back out into the hall. I passed the secretary and went to my office, my hands still trembling from the excitement of kissing Monica. If she was now officially cast, that means that I might have other opportunities to "coach her" with her lines. What am I saying! I thought to myself. Petty is probably in your office right now, waiting on you to show her around the place and take her out to lunch. I unlocked the door and peaked my head in, expecting to see her bright face lighting up the room at my appearance. Frowning to myself, I glanced at my watch. Hmm... 1:10. She said she would be here at 1:00. I wonder where she is? I felt my stomach growl as I debated what to do. Part of me said wait, but my rumbling stomach told me that if I didn't get food in me fairly soon, it was going to be a miserably long day. Well, if Petty does show up, I reasoned to myself, then she'll be here when I get back. I'm sure it won't take me that long to get some lunch. Shutting the door again, I walked out of the building and glanced around the lot, looking for some place to grab some food. The studio lot was empty and devoid of restaurants, but I spied across the street a diner of some sort, that looked to be at least moderately busy based on the stream of people going in and out. The hot afternoon sun beat down on me and I though about driving over there, but the zooming cars in the street between the lot and the restaurant changed my mind pretty quickly. Waiting for a break in traffic, I hustled across the street to the diner, my tie flapping wildly over my shoulder from a sudden breeze that kicked up. Opening the door of the diner, I walked in and glanced around. Finding an open table towards the back, I walked over to it and took a seat, only realizing as I settled my large, muscular frame into the cramped fake leather booth who it was that exactly was sitting in front of me. Leaning forward, I tapped her on the shoulder. "Remember me?" I asked, smiling as she turned around. PETTY'S STORY: I could feel sweat dripping off my forehead as I ran through the parking lot of Antamount, my guitar strung heavily over my shoulder. Traffic was already bad enough, but that guard at the gate gave me such a hassle about coming onto the lot, I hope Alex isn't too mad that I'm late. I found the building that the guard told me to go to (the lot was incredibly large, even once you were on it, and looked absolutely gargantuan from the outside) and stepped inside the cool room, the temperature dropping at least 20 degrees from the heat outside. Walking to the secretary, I introduced myself. "Mr. Hilt's office is down the hall. He told me that you would be arriving so the door should be unlocked," she said to me. "Is he there right now?" I asked. "No, I believe he has stepped out for lunch. But you might want to check anyways," she said, returning to her work and thus ending the conversation. I followed her directions and found Alex's office, knocking softly on the door. No response. Trying the door handle, I opened the door wide and found the office to be empty, just like the secretary had said. Turning on the light switch, I walked into the room and set my guitar down on a comfortable looking couch. The place was pretty spacious and nice, although it was obviously very temporary - nothing about the office seemed to say anything about the person who occupied it, everything from the furniture to the standard coffee pot on a far table seemed to scream conformity and blandness. I walked around and examined the room, running my hand over the couch and an extra chair as I walked slowly through the office space. Alex unfortunately didn't have a window office, but with the door shut, the place had an aura of being like a tomb. Well, if Alex is at lunch then he will be back soon, I thought to myself. Might as well get comfortable and wait. I had my guitar with me because I had planned on surprising Alex with a song I wrote about his stroke of luck, serenading him before we ate and hopefully coaxing a tour of the studio lot out of him before he got back to work. I sat with my face in palms, staring at the floor and nondescript carpet of the office, already starting to feel a few pangs of boredom and frustration at Alex not being there. When I woke up this morning, I also had another strange feeling - after the night I had with Eliza, I found myself with a sort of mental "itch" going on in the back of my head. It wasn't very prominent and it certainly didn't occupy my thoughts, but what it was about frightened me. I felt compelled to do something naughty, to get some more cocaine or to be with Eliza again - something to break the monotony of the usual grind. I don't think I was actually becoming addicted to the drug (or the lesbian sex for that matter), but it did feel strange inside me, as if doing it again wouldn't be so bad and actually might be more pleasurable this time. With my mind wandering on this subject, I pushed it away and focused on the here and now. I knew that dwelling on it would only make the "itch" that much more worse and I certainly didn't want it to come between Alex and me. Picking up my guitar, I tuned it slightly (something I always did, even if the instrument didn't need it) and strummed a few chords, playing a few snippets of songs aimlessly. I paused for a moment and then launched into the song I had written for Alex. I would show you some of the lyrics to it right now, but looking back on it, the entire song was a little embarrassing. It was pretty dull and lyrically uninspired, but I knew that the beat and chorus were somewhat catchy, especially considering the slop on the radio at the time, and hoped one day to turn it into something worth playing for an audience, assuming I could tweak it out better. I inadvertently got my wish a few minutes later as, while finishing up the song, there was a knock on the door of the office. I stopped playing immediately and set the guitar down on my lap. "Come in," I said, hoping that it wasn't the secretary complaining about the noise I was making. To my surprise, a thin, lean man with white hair and a slightly wrinkled face walked into the room hesitantly, shutting the door behind him with his back. "Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting. I kept hearing this music and I walked all over the office, trying to find it," the man said to me with a smile. "But it appears that I have found the songstress," I blushed slightly. "Sorry about that, I should have remembered that this was a business. I was just about to stop playing any ways, I'm waiting for my boyfriend to get here," I said, moving the guitar aside onto the couch. "Nonsense! Please, don't stop on my behalf. The music was quite enchanting," the man said, walking closer towards me and taking seat in one of the chairs of the office. "Would you play something for me?" "Are you sure it's alright? I don't want to cause any problems," I said, a little hesitant. "I'm sure my dear," the man said with a slight laugh. "Trust me, your secret is safe with me," "Ok, I guess one more song wouldn't hurt," I said, picking the guitar back up. I played Janis Joplin's "Get It While You Can" softly in the room, the acoustics horrible but the audience very attentive. The man sat across from me, a slight smile on his face - a smile of surprising warmth and childish glee - his legs crossed and his hand propped up on his chin as he simply sat there and listened. As I finished the song, I was surprised to hear him ask for more. "Please. Another one," he said, smiling at me, his sky blue eyes watching me like a father watches his daughter. I began playing again, this time using one of my own songs, and found that the man's reception of the material was even better than when I had covered Joplin's tune. I continued to play for him, as after each song he was requesting yet another. At first this made me feel a slight bit uncomfortable, but as each song wore on, I became at ease around him, and actually started equating the experience to my many sessions of playing for Alex. After the 5th song though, I finally had to stop and ask him a few questions. "Before I play another, can I ask who you are and why you care so much about my music?" I said, hoping my tone didn't come across as sounding too pissed off. Because, even though I felt more comfortable playing for him than I had at first, it was still a little creepy to have a stranger sit there and request song after song. "My goodness, of course! Where are my manners!" the man said, lifting himself out of the chair and walking over to me. He reached into his coat pocket and removed a business card, handing it to me. My jaw dropped suddenly as I read the name. "Wilton Willis? As in, THE Wilton Willis?" I said, absolutely astounded by finding out who he was. "Yes, or at least that's what I've been called for the last 67 years," he said with a good natured laugh. I felt dizzy from the shock and had to sit down. Falling back onto the couch, I couldn't help but stare at him. "So you own this? I mean, this whole place?" I said. "Mmmhmm," he replied, that slight smile never leaving his face. "I...I don't understand. Why are you here? Why did you want me to play all those songs for you?" I asked. Willis stood up and stretched, walking around the room. "Well, I heard you out in hall when I was passing through, on the way to see how a new production we have started was going, and I just had to find the lovely voice behind that melodious sound. Tell me my dear, do you have a record deal with anyone in this town?" Willis said, spinning on his heel to look at me abruptly. "No, not yet," I said, looking at the floor. "But I am working on it," "Hmm..yes..I think...well, it might...yes, that settles it," Willis muttered to himself, his brow furrowing in thought. "Well, would you LIKE a record deal?" I shot up from the couch in excitement. "Really? Do you know someone who could listen to my demo tape? Because I've got one with me right here and," He cut me off. "Calm down sweet girl. My studio recently launched Antamount Records about a year ago and we have been looking for a new, fresh sounding artist to promote as one of our big acts. So far we haven't had much luck but I think that with a little bit of studio magic and the right producer, you could definitely lead the way for us. That is, if you are interested," he said. My heart pounded in my chest. "Yes, I'm interested!" I blurted out. "Good, good," he said, walking over to me. He put his hand on my shoulder and lightly pushed me down onto the couch as he too took a seat. He turned to face me, his hands now on my shoulders as he looked into my eyes. That same look of fatherly doting filled his face and his slight smile was infectious to me, making me grin widely as well. "Now listen ummm...I'm sorry dear, but in my haste and intoxication by your music I have forgotten your name!" Willis said. "Petty," I replied softly. "Yes, Petty. Like the great rocker Tom Petty?" "I don't know, probably. My parents never explained to me where my name came from," "It doesn't matter I suppose. Because if everything falls into place, which it should, soon your name will be up in lights on the marquee, with fans clamoring against each other to buy your album," He moved his hand out in front of his face for a moment, tracing it away like a falling star. I could see the vision he was conveying though, and could practically hear the screaming fans chanting up at my lighted name. It was enough to make me giddy with excitement. Willis' hand fell back to his side as he moved his face closer to me. "Now Petty, the music business is hard. It's a cut throat industry, even more than the world I am familiar with here in the magical world of cinema. People will do anything to climb above the competition. Do you understand?" Willis said. I nodded. "Yes, I know that feeling first hand," "Good, good. Then you must also understand the needed sacrifices, the back scratching and hand shaking that must take place to stay atop or to even get a shot at such a thing," I was puzzled for a moment. "I...I think I understand you," "Excellent. Then you certainly know that with fame and the promise of wealth comes the immediate implementation of the rules of this system, especially for those who helped you out early on," I paused for a second before replying, and only then did I notice Willis' hands rubbing up and down on my shoulders, his face closer to mine and that same sly smile on his face. It all clicked in my head and I would be lying if I didn't say that it sent a chill down my spine. "Oh. Yes, of course," I replied meekly. Willis' hands moved away from my shoulders as he leaned back on the couch. His eyes however, never left my own. "Wonderful, I am so glad that we are on the same page with this Petty. You are going to be a big star," he said. No words were spoken for a moment and I realized that he wanted it right now. With a slight sigh to myself, I slid off the couch and onto my knees. I scooted over in front of his legs, which parted immediately for me as I found myself just a few feet from his crotch. He looked down at me with a smile and began to unbuckle his belt. Willis wasted no time in sliding off his pants, the boxers quickly following. My breath caught in my throat as I saw his half hard cock spring free, the pale white skin of his lower body serving as a sharp contrast to the darker color of his dick. It was almost obscenely long, at least 8 inches as it grew to it's maximum length before my eyes. His balls hung heavy beneath it, the sac containing them and the nuts themselves quite large. I took a deep breath and moved closer toward him, the leather couch and his sweaty manhood now the only things between us. Lifting his dick in my hand, I had to raise myself slightly from my knees so that I could get my entire mouth around it. I felt the thick head slide into my mouth and back down into my throat. I had learned to keep from gagging while doing this with many a boyfriend previously, but it still felt awkward to feel the tip battering against the soft membrane of the back of my throat. When I had his entire shaft in my mouth, I began to suck on it hard and quick, moving my head up and down the length of it as my tongue traced over his taut foreskin. I didn't like the fact that I had to blow one of the most powerful men in the entertainment industry to get a record deal, but then again, as Willis had said, certain sacrifices had to be made. Reaching one hand down, I fondled his nuts lightly with my fingers, feeling his shaft expand slightly from the excitement this was causing him. As I licked and sucked on his prick, the loud noises filling the office, I hoped that Willis wouldn't last very long so that I could get this experience over with. I felt a drop of his precum coat on my tongue as I lifted my mouth from his dick, gasping a bit for air, a thin strand of saliva dangling between his manhood and my lips. His cum was salty and strong, although not entirely unpleasant as I licked it off the tip of his massive cock and swallowed it down. Lowering my head to his length once more, a strange thing started to happen. That same itch that had been in my head - the one that encouraged me to do something out of the norm and naughty - began to grow louder and louder inside of me, until it converted the urges and feelings for being a "bad girl" into something else: lust. I squeezed my legs together between my thighs, hoping to put a tight clamp on my pussy and keep it from becoming aroused. But it was to no avail - I felt a small trickle seep out and onto my panties, followed by another and then yet another, as I found myself becoming incredibly turned on by the idea of giving this powerful, rich man a blowjob here in the office of his own studio. I began to suck harder now, actually enjoying the process rather than just feeling obligated to do it. Willis' hand fell onto the top of my head and he pulled my hair tightly away from my face, giving him a good view of my lips as they disappeared up and down on his cock, the fat head stretching my cheeks. I began to grow hotter at being submissive like this, of letting him have his way with my mouth, and when he moved his other hand down to the straps of my dress and began to pull them down so that my decent sized breasts became slowly exposed, I put up no resistance. I started rotating my head around on his cock, tracing my tongue all over the shaft and hardness of it, my mouth worshipping the hot feel of it between my lips, and most certainly craving for more. I let his cock slide out from my lips for a moment as I held it in my hand, licking it up and down from base to tip. I could feel my tongue stretch and curve around the meaty thickness of his shaft, coating it with my saliva. But this didn't satisfy me, nor him I believe, as I quickly put the shaft back into my mouth after only a few licks and found that he responded to this much better, a hoarse gasp escaping from his lips. Willis pulled on my hair hard, jerking my head back and up, his cock brushing along my lips for a moment before he pushed my mouth back down and onto it. The dampness between my legs was incredible now and I couldn't resist moving a hand down between my legs to rub my fingers over my wet snatch quickly and fiercely, following the same rhythm and pattern that I paid to his shaft with my hand. I liked this - I liked the way the idea of a woman pleasuring a man so powerful turned me on, I liked being somewhat submissive to his sexual will and I especially liked the intimate contact between his most sensitive organ and my own hot, wet mouth. His hips began to rise slightly off of the couch now and from the tightening of his balls beneath my hand, I could almost feel his orgasm bubbling up from between his legs, ready to shoot forth. I sucked hard on him one more time, then pushed my mouth away from his dick as I scooted back a little bit. Taking his prick in my hand, I lined the thick head up perfectly so that it rested right on the edge of my tongue, just waiting to shoot forth it's hot delivery. Giving it a few quick jerks with his own hand, Willis wrapped his hand around mine and aimed the head down into my mouth. He cried out in a loud gasp as I felt the first stream of cum arrive, landing right on my tongue. The second one followed not even a second later, this one hitting me in the back of the throat as the cum began to pool inside my mouth and cheeks. With one final squirt, his cock missed my mouth slightly and only got half the load into it, the other half hitting my chin and dribbling down my neck to my naked breasts below. I leaned my mouth down, still full of his cum, and sucked off a stray drop that hung on the tip of the head, adding it into the mixture. Rather than spit out his cum however, I looked up at him and smiled, showing his cum coating my teeth for a moment before swallowing it all down in one big gulp. It tasted great going down, like a thick milkshake of some sort, and as I smacked my lips, wiping away any last little bit, I felt far from satisfied and perhaps hotter than I had ever been in my life. The itch had taken over my body, at least for a moment, and I knew that I was powerless to even try and get away from it's seductive hold. I was incredibly horny and knew that just about anything would set me off, triggering an intense orgasm. I scooted back further from the couch and rested back on my hand in front of Willis, my legs spread. I would put on a show for him, that should do the trick. Reaching one hand down, I pushed my dress up hard along my thighs and exposed to him my soaking wet, panty clad pussy. I watched his eyes as I moved the hand slowly down my thighs, pulling aside the wet fabric to expose to him my aroused snatch. The cool air rushed over my lips and I felt a charge from it, exposing myself to this stranger. My legs still spread, I worked my panties further aside from my pussy and gave him a full on view of the sparse blond hair above my female opening. Running the tips of my fingers over the outer lips of my womanhood, I looked up and held the eyes of Willis as I teased him, my fingers becoming damp from my excited juices. I gently pressed one finger inside myself, causing him (and me) to gasp slightly as my digit worked itself into my pussy. I kept it there only for a moment, before removing the wet finger and lifting my hand towards my mouth. Still watching him, I put my entire index finger in my mouth slowly, licking off the taste of my own excited juices. I felt horny as hell while doing this, incredibly turned on by the show that I was putting on for him, but I also relished the fact that the tables had turned - whereas he had been the one in charge by making me lick and suck his dick, now I had him at my whim by teasing him like this. The empowerment that this brought, not to mention the sexual lust that seemed to course through my veins and made my heart beat quickly was incredibly erotic. I noticed that Willis' prick had become hard again - quite a feat for an older man like him - and he was absently jerking on it as he watched me, the palm of his hand stroking and massaging the tip of the head roughly. I grinned at him as I watched this, lowering my hand from my mouth down to my left breast. I had always been proud of the size of my breasts, a 38 B cup, as they weren't too big to illicit stares from men but also were large enough that lovers of mine had never complained. I flicked my nipple with my thumb, squeezing it quickly between two fingers as I felt more juices leak out from between my legs and onto the carpet. Massaging my breast now with one hand, I sat up and lowered my other hand down to my pussy as I began to play with it, rubbing fingers and the palm of my hand over the opening. I shot Willis as innocent a look as I could muster - "Oh, look what I found!" - and began to work two fingers into myself at the same time. As I pumped them in and out, careful to avoid my sensitive clit because I didn't want this orgasmic roller coaster to end too quickly, I heard his hand start to beat away on himself much quicker now, moving up and down his shaft. I focused my attention on my cunt, exploring and staring at it as I teased myself for Willis' benefit. My skin had become quite flustered now and I could feel myself panting heavily as my slow teasings quickly turned into excited thrusts, two fingers not doing an adequate job. Moaning loudly, I plunged an additional finger inside of myself, thrusting deeper into my twat as the palm of my hand cupped my opening and brushed against my outer lips, which by now were a deep crimson red from the excitement. My ass was rocking on the floor as I thrust, all control of what I was doing starting to slip away. I had wanted to tease and excite him, make him cum from the show I put on, but as I worked on myself I felt that I was becoming too aroused to maintain control. My thrusts were now becoming incredibly rapid, my breasts jiggling as I rocked back and forth on the floor. Through slit eyes, I saw Willis standing over me now, his cock a blur inside his worn hand, momentary flashes of the purple tip all that I could see. My mind was on overdrive now, the deep and reptilian part of my brain, so focused on the pleasure that this masturbating session was bringing, allowed me to lose myself in the heat of the moment. I began to rub my clit with my palm now, feeling the added ripples of pleasure that this brought on running through my body like an ebbing wave, the sheer feeling of touching the tiny nub enough to magnify my pleasure and excitement (not to mention juices) even more than I thought possible. I bucked my hips up from the floor one final time and then gave my clit a gentle squeeze, triggering the long building orgasm in between my legs. Things grew black in front of my site for a moment, as my brain and every nerve cell of my body was overloaded with the feeling of orgasmic pleasure that gripped me. From the individual hairs on my head to the tips of my toes, I felt electrified, addicted and loving every nanosecond of this excitement that had taken total control of my body. Juices dripped out from between my legs rapidly now, the taboo of doing something like this in an office, in front of a stranger, with Alex possibly walking in at any minute, just exciting me further. I opened my mouth to scream in pleasure but no words came out, my tongue frozen momentarily as the orgasm rocked my body. Finally the wave began to dip down to normal and my vision returned, my face dripping with a sheen of sweat the trickled from my throat down to my breasts. Catching my breath, I had just enough time to see Willis in front of me, jerking his prick like he was about to cum. His face was screwed up in a look of intent pleasure and concentration, his eyes closed and his lips pursed. His hips rocked back and forth on his somewhat shaky legs as he bucked forward, about to release his load. Realizing that I was going to be the target of that stream of hot cum, I quickly pulled my dress down further until the material was bunched at my waist. Leaning back on my hands, I proudly shoved my breasts outward towards him as I prepared to be splattered. Willis managed to take one step forward before the eruption came, cum shooting forth quickly and wildly from his dick, a long ropy strand landing right between my throat and breasts. A second shot arrived a moment later, this one hitting on my left nipple exactly as I felt the hot juice impact and then start to slide down my chest quickly, the milky white fluid spilling off of my tit and racing down the rest of my body. A final, weaker shot didn't manage to make it as far as the other two and landed right on my belly, the cum trickling down immediately and pooling in my belly button as a smaller stream spilled out and met it's final home amongst my pubic hair. Rubbing one hand through his hair, his older, handsome face a bright beet red from the excitement, Willis stepped back and held his cock up away from his body, a slight drop of cum running off from the head and onto his fingers. He opened his eyes and looked down at me, as if to survey the damage, before that same smile returned to his face. I sat up from my hands and just looked at his throbbing dick, the small white drop of cum that had traced a line down his hand leaking out. Climbing up to my knees, I scooted over to him and held my mouth open obediently, craving just one more taste of his cum. He looked down and smiled at me, offering his hand out. I traced my tongue along his fingers and licked up that last trace of it, my tongue ending it's journey at the end of his prick. Willis removed his hand and walked over to where his pants had been strewn haphazardly. He stepped back into them and zipped them up, then ran his hand through his hair. I meanwhile pulled my dress back up, the cum from his chest soaking wickedly into the material as I readjusted the straps and then fixed my panties, damp as they were, over my pussy. "Well Petty, that was quite amazing. I think that you know how to work this system and this world quite well, and if today's uh, demonstration of your talents is any indication then you will certainly go real far, trust me," Willis said coolly, returning to his business man demeanor. "Thanks. You don't think Alex will be upset about this? I mean, not that I will tell him but you know, me playing by the rules and all," I asked. "No, not at all. Alex understands the way the game is played. Besides, HE isn't the one who is up there singing every night for audiences now is he?" I had never thought of it like that. "You know, you're right. Fuck it, what he doesn't know can't hurt him," I said. I was a little surprised to hear those words coming out of my mouth, but even more surprised to realize that I actually meant them in a way. "Exactly. Now, I really must be going. I will most certainly be in touch with you soon about a record contract and all that. Take care Petty," Willis said, before vanishing out the door. I stood there for a moment just looking around the room. Had I not felt incredibly satisfied from the pleasure that I had just experienced, I would have sworn that my encounter had never happened. However, a quick feel down to my panties revealed that it DID happen, marking the second time in as many days that I had sex with someone besides Alex. Well, I guess you couldn't call it sex...the lesbian encounter with Eliza was just fooling around, and a blowjob being given to Willis wasn't sex right? I mean, that's what Bill Clinton said and hey, Hillary forgave him. Besides, Willis was right. Alex wasn't here today, probably off eating lunch with some big wig, and here I was earning myself a record contract. I didn't need him to do anything for me, just like I had never needed anyone to help. Sure, I mean I still loved him and all that, even though he stood me up today for lunch and didn't bring me to that party. In spite of all that, I knew that deep down in my heart, I still loved him...didn't I? ALEX'S STORY: Tapping on her shoulder, the blond haired girl in front of me turned around away from her plate of food and looked at me, her hair twirling back in a ponytail behind her. For a moment, she had a blank stare on her face, as she tried to place me. Then, a smile of recognition (and if I wasn't mistaken, for a brief second a look of fear) passed over her lips as she lifted an arm over her seat and handed it me, her soft dainty fingers feeling so small in my own hand. "Alex, hi," Katherine Heigl, now smiling a bit more naturally. "Hi Katherine. For a moment there, I didn't think you knew who I was," I said to her, lifting her hand out of my own as she drew her arm back away from the table. "It was only a few weeks ago Alex, don't worry. I'm bad with names but not THAT bad," Katherine said, laughing slightly at her own joke. "I know. But you're a celebrity and unfortunately your kind is known for leaving out the little people. Look at Julia Roberts at the Oscars," I said, trying to turn my shyness into a joke. It worked, as Katherine laughed again. For the first time, I noticed that she was eating alone in her private booth. "Would you like to come join me while you eat? I mean, I see that you are alone and all," I said, proud somewhat of my forwarded-ness in inviting a woman like Katherine over to my table. "Sure," Katherine said, turning back around to pick up her plate and carry it over to my table. She slid into the booth across from me and set down her plate, a monstrous looking salad, as she looked up at me. "So, what are you doing here? I mean, what are the odds of me running into you in a city the size of LA?" I asked, sipping my water. The waitress still hadn't come over to take my order. "I had a script reading to do this morning and after I finished I came over here for a quick bite to eat. It's nice sometimes to just relax at a greasy spoon like this one, away from all the trendiest of the Hollywood world," Katherine said, leaning down to take a bite of her salad. She wore a simple white tank top, one that showed her breasts proudly but not too openly in her shirt, the memory of the beautiful shape and curves of her body running through my mind, my dick stirring slightly in my pants. "How funny, that's exactly why I was here. Only, it was for my movie over at Antamount," I said. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. What is the name of it again?" "Well, the title originally was 'An Amerikan Family' but I think that by the time they are done with it, that's likely to change," "Yeah, that sort of thing happens quite a bit out here," We sat quietly for a moment as I pondered what else to say to her. I felt surprisingly comfortable around Katherine, a completely different feeling than when I had been around a few other celebrities in the past two weeks. Katherine just seemed like a regular girl, albeit a very beautiful one, and she seemed more like a friend than someone whose face was beamed into millions of homes each week while she was on television. I smiled at this thought and Katherine must have obviously picked up on it. "What's so funny?" she asked. "Oh, nothing. I was just thinking...ah, never mind," "No, tell me!" Katherine insisted playfully. "Well, I was just thinking to myself how casual and unassuming you are, how normal and untainted by fame you seem compared to the image I have in my head of most celebrities out there," Katherine blushed a little. "Thanks. But remember, I'm not a huge star or anything," "You're a big enough star to me," I replied, and Katherine blushed again. "Thank you. I hope to be a bigger one in the future, especially if Mr. Willis can work things out," This triggered the lingering question I had wanted to get answered by her from our first encounter at Wilton Willis' party. I had wanted to know what she had meant when she alluded to the fact that I would see her more now that I was "one of them" under Mr. Willis' control. "Katherine, let me ask you something. What do you mean by 'Mr. Willis can work things out'? You said something like that the last time we were around each other, remember? At Willis' party? It kind of left me puzzled as to the meaning of that," I asked. Katherine paused for a moment, the salad speared on her fork a few inches from her mouth. She closed her lips together and set the fork down, her body suddenly becoming a bit rigid. "What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes glancing me over a little wearily. "Is this a test or something?" I was now completely confused. "What? No. It was just a question. I just wanted to know what you meant by," "I heard the question," Katherine said a little rudely, interrupting me. "It's just...you mean, you don't...Jesus, I can't believe this!" she said, putting her hand to her forehead as she looked away from me quickly. I instinctively moved my hand across the table to her, touching it lightly. She pulled it away swiftly. "Katherine? What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" I asked, my face surely conveying a look of puzzlement. She finally turned back to look at me, although her eyes had grown a little cold and distant as she watched my face. "When you were invited to that party at Willis', what did Hapsboro tell you?" she asked. I was a little surprised she knew that Hapsboro was the one who invited me but I still answered the question. "He just told me that it was a very exclusive party, for only some of Mr. Willis' closest friends and those working under him at Antamount. That's all," I said. Katherine paused for a second. "You told me that you had a girlfriend, right? Was she at the party?" "No, Hapsboro told me that Mr. Willis was bad with names and that it was best that she didn't come for fear of confusing him," "Don't you find that to be a little odd Alex? I mean, why would only YOU be invited when at most parties, the customary thing to do is to bring a date?" I was growing a little angry at her questioning. "Look, I don't know. When you are a broke delivery man, you don't question things like invitations to one of the most powerful men in the entertainment industries house," Katherine looked at me for a second, studying me. She seemed to be calculating an alternate round of questioning. I noticed now too that her voice had dropped a little bit and she was leaning across the table to talk to me, as if she didn't want anyone to overhear her. "Alright, well then tell me this. When we were together at the party, and you saw a bunch of other celebrities there, all with men you had never really seen before, didn't THAT strike you as a little odd?" "I guess, but in no offense to you, most of the girls were lesser stars and not the type whose relationships would be publicly known knowledge," "That's my point. It was a party of small stars, run by one of the biggest names in Hollywood. Don't you think that Mr. Willis could have invited anyone he wanted, given the power he has right now in the industry?" "Katherine, is this going anywhere, because you are starting to seriously lose me in the direction you are going," She sighed for a moment and ran her hands through her blonde hair, sweeping it back away from her face. She closed her eyes for a moment as she thought to herself before opening them again and leaning even further across the table towards me. "I don't think you understand the way things are working Alex, so I'll tell you what I know. If this costs me later on, so be it, but my gut says that you are an innocent in all of this," she said. I didn't really like being called an "innocent", since such phrasing made me seem like a child, but I didn't stop her. "When I first came to Hollywood, I couldn't get shit for work. I must have done 10 open casting calls a week and no luck. I finally managed to get some work doing a few B-movies, some straight to video stuff, but that wasn't enough to pay the bills. I was about two weeks away from just calling it quits and moving back home before Mr. Willis found me," "What do you mean 'found you'?" I asked. "I was standing at a pay phone, talking about all my problems with finding work to my friend back home when this man tapped me on the shoulder. I ignored him at first, thinking he just wanted to use the phone. But he tapped me again a few seconds later and I turned around to tell him to fuck off when I noticed that he wasn't just some regular guy. He was tall and lanky, older with gray hair and cold blue eyes. But there was something about him that was striking and handsome so it made me pause for a second on the phone. I looked at him for a moment longer before telling my friend I would call her right back. Something about the man drew me to him and to this day I don't know what it was," Katherine said. The waitress finally arrived at our table but, feeling my appetite dissipating, I waved her off as Katherine continued her story. "He introduced himself to me as Wilton Willis, CEO of Antamount Studios, a smaller studio in town. I hadn't heard of Antamount and I thought that it might be a porn studio or something of the sort so I was not impressed in the slightest by his name dropping. He told me that he had been driving down the road and saw me standing there at the phone booth and was so taken by my beauty that he had to stop the car and come introduce himself. Now, I thought he was just some dirty old man when he told me that, and I was about to tell him to buzz off when he told me that he was looking for stars for a new pilot he had sold to a studio here and wanted to know if I would be interested in trying out for the part, since I seemed to fit exactly the description he was looking for," "And I take it that the pilot was 'Roswell', the show you were on until recently?" I asked. "Yes. I don't know how he knew I was an actress, I guess he had heard my conversation with my friend or something. Anyways, he gave me his card and cell phone number and encouraged me to come try out. It wasn't the usual bums rush of pitching either, it was very casual and mellow, like he was one of those old time salesmen who was so confident in the virtues of his product that he didn't even need to pitch it hard," "So you went and auditioned and obviously got the part," I said, sipping my water. "Right. The show wasn't a smash ratings hit, but the critics really liked it and just the fact that it was on the air and had actually been picked up by the network was amazing enough to me. After the deal was sealed, Willis introduced me to Gordon Hapsboro and a lot of his higher up employees at a party in celebration of the show being picked up. While I was there, I too was invited to come solo, even though I had been dating this musician who lived two floors down in my apartment. At the party, I think I drank a bit too much, because when Willis managed to pull me aside to talk to me, I pretty much nodded my head and went along with whatever he said," "What did he tell you?" "I can't remember the exact phrasing or wording but it essentially translated into the idea that to become famous in this town, you had to make sacrifices and you had to be willing to play the sexual politics game that took place behind the scenes of every deal. I remember thinking to myself that he was just spouting some rhetoric just so he could get into my pants, but like I said the alcohol loosened me up quite a bit and I went along with what he wanted," "So you actually slept with him?" I asked, raising my eyebrows slightly at the thought of an old man like him fucking a beautiful creature like Katherine. "I did," she said, looking down at the table for a moment, avoiding my eyes. "And truthfully, the sex was pretty good. I mean, I did owe him for giving me my start and big break and all that, so it wasn't like I was raped exactly. The show continued to do well, I started to get some decent media attention and hell, even a few fan web pages on the Internet. It was right around this time that Antamount had a string of movie hits and became the hot studio in Hollywood. Having been there on the ground floor of all this, I felt excited to know that I was working under a quickly rising powerful man in the Hollywood structure, especially a self made man like Willis who had come in and wrestled some market away from the big corporations," This was true, I recalled. Wilton Willis had been a small business man who had managed to hit it big selling a key part to the technology in modems, right before the big Internet boom of the 90s. He had become a multi-millionaire over night essentially and had decided to turn his eyes towards Hollywood, claiming that the cinema had always fascinated him. At least, that's what one of those true Hollywood story shows had said any ways. "Things were going great for a while, until I started finding myself getting invited to virtually all Antamount parties. It wasn't as if I was being forced to go, but Mr. Willis had made it clear to me early on about the sexual politics game and whenever I was at one of his functions, he or Hapsboro always seemed to bring over important men with important titles to meet me. It was sort of understood that I was to entertain them for the evening, by bowing to whatever they wanted. For a while I didn't really mind, since the future seemed wide open to me in terms of where my career would go. Plus, most of the guys I was told to entertain were older and they couldn't stay hard for more than a few minutes and as such were pretty easy to take care of with just a hand job," My head seemed to be spinning faster and faster now as each word spilled out of Katherine's mouth. I didn't know whether to believe her or not, but the story was incredibly fantastic. I found my voice to be a bit shaky and my mouth dry as I posed the question that she seemed to be hinting at. "You're telling me that Wilton Willis pimped you out to men in Hollywood?" I said, amazed that even having to udder the words was taking place. Katherine looked away out the window for a moment and just stared at the cars going by on the street between the diner and Antamount's lot. "Pimped out is a bit harsh. I always have thought of it as serving as a sort of escort," she said, still gazing out the window. "But that's what it essentially is, isn't it? I mean, you had to do sexual favors for whoever Willis told you to, didn't you?" Katherine finally looked at me, a bit of angry resolve on her face. "It wasn't Willis himself who told me to do things, it was Hapsboro mostly. And yes, I guess you're right, if you put things that bluntly," "Do you have any idea why he would be doing it? I mean, I can understand if either one of them just wanted to sleep with you, but sharing you out to other men seems strange," "That's what I have spent the past few years trying to figure out. I even raised the question to Hapsboro one time in his office and he was livid. He called me all sorts of horrible names that still make my eyes well up just thinking about. He refused to even think of answering the question and instead just stormed out of his office. I must have seriously angered him because it was only a few weeks later before 'Roswell' was cancelled," I felt a slight chill run down my back. "You mean they cancelled your show because you wouldn't fuck other guys?" "That's the way I took it. I of course can't prove anything, but the other girls on the show had all been handpicked by Willis so I assume that one of them must have said something to them," Katherine said. She hadn't touched her food in quite a while. "So then with the show cancelled, you aren't in his control anymore right? I mean, you don't owe them anything," I asked. "It's not that simple Alex," she said, shaking her head. "It's almost like the mob. Once you are in, you can't get out. I've heard talks of girls trying to break away from Willis or other studios who do the same sort of thing, but they all ended up with completely trashed careers. I don't want that, not after having tasted fame, so I stopped trying to buck away from the system," I sat there for a moment, dumbfounded, as I soaked in all this information at once. Who would have thought that such a simple question just a few minutes earlier would have led to all this. "Where do I fit into all of this? Why did you call me an innocent?" I asked, trying to keep Katherine from having to dredge up old feelings and memories. "When Hapsboro introduced us at the party, I just assumed you were one of the people 'in the know' and that you were just another sort of regular customer, albeit a new one," she said. "But I wasn't," I replied. "I didn't know that then, and it wasn't until you just told me how clueless you were that things actually started to sink in. They never would tell me anything about the men I was with, Hapsboro just made sure I always kept them happy. In that way, I guess you were right: I was and still am a sort of Hollywood whore," Katherine sighed a bit at this last sentence, as if she had resolved herself to her fate. I tried to cheer her up by offering some alternatives. "Why don't you just go to the police? I'm sure that they could arrest him for doing such a horrible thing," I said. She laughed for the first time in our conversation, although it wasn't a very pleasant laugh. More of a biting, sarcastic giggle. "You're joking right? Go to the LAPD, the most corrupt police force in the country, and tell them that Hollywood isn't treating it's actresses fairly? I'd be laughed out of the station," "Well, you've got to do SOMETHING!" I said, a little miffed that she had laughed at my honest suggestion. "I know that. But right now, the timing is just not right. I'm not high enough in the girl rankings to do anything worthwhile against them," "Girl rankings?" I asked, surprised even more by this new twist in the story. Katherine shot me a wry look. "What, you didn't think that I was the only girl in Hollywood they were doing this to, did you?" "Well...I..." "The 'girl ranking' is just a sort of term I use to describe the hierarchy of other women under Willis' wing. I don't know who they are or how many of them he has actually asserted some control over, but I have heard rumors that there is a way to tell who they are. There is supposedly a symbol or piercing or mark or something on them somewhere on their body that indicates, like a gang, that they are deeply entrenched in this. I haven't actually seen these anywhere, but I get the feeling that the longer I stay and do this for Willis, the closer I come to finding out," "Katherine, you realize that this all sounds like some great big conspiracy theory, right?" "I know, but I swear to you that it's true Alex. Look, for right now, this stays between you and me. No one else. I don't want to put you or myself in danger if they find out that you know the other side of the system," "The other side meaning where the women come from," "Exactly. So stay quiet about all this, please. I can't stress that enough. And if you want proof about all this, come with me tonight. I'm supposed to put a show on at the Starry Dreams Club tonight with some other girls and if you don't believe all this is actually happening then you need to come watch for yourself. It will convince you real quick," Katherine said. She glanced down at her watch a little nervously. "Shit, I need to go. I have to go buy an outfit for this thing tonight," Reaching into her purse to pull out a pen, she scribbled down an address on a napkin and handed it to me. "Here. Get there about 8:00 and go inside. Wait in one of the bathroom stalls until 9:00, as they are shutting the club down for us, since it's a private party. It's just a normal strip club during the day but when Hapsboro or Willis or someone else wants to throw a private "show" then they always rent this place out. If you hide in the bathroom, you should manage to stay out of the way of the bouncers when they clear out all the normal customers," Katherine said, standing up to go. "We should come on stage about 9:30, so make sure you are somewhere that you can see what's happening but also where you won't get caught by the bouncer or any of Willis' people," she said, turning to go. I grabbed her arm for a second, one lingering question still rattling around in my mind. "Katherine, wait," I said, turning her towards me. She looked down at me in the seat and then glanced around the room as if to make sure no one else saw her talking to me. "What?" "Just one more thing. Why do you or any of the other girls do it to begin with?" I said. Katherine thought for a moment, then just shrugged her shoulders. "He offers us something that we want," she said. I let her arm go from my grasp and watched her as she walked out the door, the bell above her head jingling on the way out. I sat in my booth for what must have been a long time, as the manager of the place, a large man with a massive belly and grease on his shirt, came over to me and told me I had to leave since I was taking up a booth and there were customers waiting. I nodded my head and left a tip before stepping outside into the late afternoon sun. The events of the morning seemed so far away now, and strangely tainted by the conversation between Katherine and I. Walking back to the studio lot, I suddenly remembered that Petty was supposed to meet me for lunch! Shit, how could I have forgotten something like that! Dashing into the A8 office, I raced down the hall to my office and flung the door open, expecting to see Petty sitting there on the couch with that angry but still cute look on her face. But the room was empty and quiet. She must have came and went, and was probably at home right now fuming that I had stood her up. I closed the door slowly and walked back down the hall towards the casting lot. Passing the secretaries desk, she stopped me for a moment. "Here Mr. Hilt, a message for you," I took it from her and scanned it quickly. 'Alex - Sorry we missed lunch, but it was my fault for getting here late. I've got some big news though, and I can't wait to see you tonight. Love, Petty' I folded the note up and stuck it in my pocket, wondering what her news was that could even possibly hope to top my conversation with Katherine. The big question now was whether or not to tell Petty, or just let it ride for a while until I found out more information. It would probably be best to keep my mouth shut until I was completely convinced that Katherine was telling the truth. I couldn't stop thinking about what Katherine said, and must have zoned out again as I walked onto the casting lot, startling the actors who were reading lines by the blue screen. The entire room turned to look at me as I walked over to the table where Shuman and Furrow were sitting, as if they hadn't moved an inch from when I last saw them. I took a seat next to them and apologized for interrupting. "You know Hilt, a lunch break usually only lasts an hour," Furrow whispered to me, a bit of malice in his voice. "How long was I gone?" "Three hours," Shuman replied. "Shit, sorry. I...I wasn't feeling too good, I had a late night last night and I guess my mind is on other things," I said. "Maybe I should just call it a day and leave the rest of the casting up to you two," They both looked at each other for a moment and then Furrow nodded. "Yeah, maybe that's best. Unless you plan on making out with any of the male actors," he said. Shuman snickered a bit at this joke. "No, that wasn't my intention. And this morning I hadn't planned on doing anything with the actresses but," I said, but Furrow interrupted me. "It was a joke Hilt. Go home and feel better and we can deal with this some other time. Leave the casting to the professionals," I was a bit offended at this comment but I let it slide as I stood up to go. Neither of them offered me so much as a goodbye as I left the room and stepped back out into the office, the sound of the currently auditioning actor butchering one of the lines of my script. Getting into my car, I sat there for a few minutes, holding the address Katherine had written down out in front of me on the steering wheel, debating on what to do. She had told me to get there at 8:00, but I still had two hours to go till that time. I didn't want to go home and have to dump all of this on Petty and then leave again, so I was torn about what to do. Sitting there for a while, I dissected everything Katherine had said to me: Was she telling the truth? Was Hollywood as deeply entrenched in sexual exploits as she had hinted? If so, why hadn't any of this ever become public knowledge? Surely the odds of all those people she implied being involved actually keeping a secret like that for so long would have meant that someone would have spoken up before then. Unless of course there was more to it, more that she wasn't telling me or more that she didn't know. Starting up my car, I pulled out of the lot and got onto the freeway, driving to no place in particular. My stomach growled and I stopped at a Jack in the Box to scarf down a couple of burgers before heading back out towards Hollywood Boulevard. Traffic was heavy, the rush hour crowd slowing things down considerably as I sat in my car in silence, lost in my own mental tangents about what might lay in store for me at the strip club that night. The sun began to go down over the horizon when I finally managed to break out of traffic and went looking for the Starry Dreams club, the streetlights coming on one by one as the pedestrians out walking and the tourists taking in the sights began to thin out. The club was on a side street off of Vine road, one of the main drags of the city. Once you got away from the glimmer and flashiness of the usual tourist traps, Los Angeles resembled any other big city in the country: homeless people huddled in doorways, gaudy looking older women strutting their sun wrinkled bodies down the road as they shopped at the latest trendy stores, and the regular influx of hardened city dwellers going about their business, an especially harsh breed coming out at night. The purple sign of the club, which featured a constellation of stars made out to look like a nude woman, gleamed brightly above the parking lot of the building, the place itself not much more than a hole in the wall type of club, a few cars in the lot but for the most part deserted looking. Pulling in, I locked my car (and locked it twice, just to make sure) and then removed my tie and coat as I waited for a few minutes before going in. It was ten till 8:00 and if what Katherine had said was true then things would get started any time now. Opening my car door, I fixed my hair and tried to look as neatly dressed as possible, despite my inner nervousness at going inside. I had been to plenty of strip clubs in my earlier years but the idea that I was going to be privy to something that was a closely guarded secret tonight just by being inside this one made my heart beat faster in my chest. Approaching the door, I saw a large black man, a little bit bigger than my own bulky frame, standing by the door with his arms crossed. He wore all black and looked like a granite statue standing there, the light of the sign above reflecting off of his bald head. I saw his eyes scan me over as I walked towards him. For a moment I thought he was going to say something to me, but instead he simply stepped out of the way and let me walk in to the door, the cracked red paint on it peeling in about a dozen places. Stepping inside, the room was darkly lit and had a very heavy odor of old cigarette smoke and spilled alcohol that hit my nostrils in force. The music blaring further inside was some rap song I had heard a few years ago and I could just barely make out the naked flesh of a woman spinning around on a pole, her long brown hair twirling like a sheet behind her. To my right I saw a grizzled looking old man, a tattoo of a bulldog on his shoulder and an eye patch over his left eye sitting behind a counter. Beneath him were what you would expect to find at a club like this: dirty magazines, boxes of cigarettes and a few boxes of condoms that looked like they hadn't moved since the 1970s. The man sucked on a cigarette that dangled from his mouth limply as he leaned across the counter to speak to me. "Cover's $15 big man," he said. I reached into my pocket and gave him a $20 bill. He handed me a five in return. "You need any change? Any $1 bills?" he asked. "No, thanks. But I'll come talk to you if I do," I said, walking past him. The place had a few other patrons seated up as close as possible to the stage. A short girl wearing nothing but a green g-string danced and slid up and down on the pole beside her, rubbing her breasts between the metal rod. A group of Hispanic men were huddled closely together, making change with one another while the girl danced. One of the men, a very short guy, leaned forward onto the stage, his arms crossed in front of him as he held out a wad of dollar bills in front of his face. The girl spotted him and smiled, slinking her way over to the group of men, who uttered something excitedly in Spanish. I took a seat a few chairs back from the stage, behind a lonely looking middle-aged business man who, from the five or six bottles in front of him on the table, looked to be quite drunk. His gaze was transfixed on the woman, her supple ass bouncing and gyrating in front of the Hispanic men, the g-string clearly defining the crack of her ass and ending at the mound of her womanhood. I sat and watched the show as the song ended and the brunette sauntered away from the men, who looked crestfallen at seeing her leave. Another song came on promptly however and the men's mood quickly changed as the hooted and hollered while a busty blond took to the pole, the straps of her flimsy dress already starting to slide down her shoulders. Taking in the scene, I started to find it a bit depressing to watch. I wondered what the stories were for all of the participants in this club. Why the old man was missing an eye. Why the middle-aged man was sitting there looking so sodden. What had happened to the strippers themselves, in their lives, to make them end up here, revealing their bodies to whomever was willing to pay $15 and would tip them. It was a little sad to think about the state of the human condition like that, but then again the world was tough and I wondered if I would have resorted to such extreme ways eventually if my script hadn't been picked up. My thoughts on this were short lived however as I saw out of the corner of my eye the old man saying something to the bouncer. The black man was nodding his head and looking around the club, inspecting the other men who were occupied watching the stripper. Glancing at my watch, I noticed that it was 20 till 9:00, and they must have been about to start kicking people out. Katherine had been right, at least on that part. Standing up slowly, I backed into a bit of shadow near the bar of the club, which was thankfully unmanned, as I slid into the men's room. The place was a shit hole, the floors covered in God knows what, the place probably not cleaned in years, and the smell of urine strong enough to make you gag. Making my way towards the stalls of the poorly lit room, I stepped into the farthest of the three and climbed onto the toilet, steadying myself by holding onto the plastic walls around me. The crouch wasn't comfortable in the slightest, but hopefully it would work in allowing me to stay on in the club. I adjusted my legs and tried to stay as still as possible, listening to the soft thud of the bass from the rap music outside the bathroom. Five minutes or so passed and I started to feel silly about the whole thing, another five minutes away from simply climbing down and going back out into the club like a normal person. Then, the music outside stopped. I heard voices talking, although I couldn't make out what they were saying. One was gruff and loud, while the others all seemed to come at once, their own voices raised in tempo. Must be the Hispanic guys arguing with the bouncer. The argument continued for a minute or two and then the voices faded away from the bathroom. The place was strangely quiet then, not a sound to be heard anywhere except for the occasional drip from one of the sink faucets. Looking at my watch, it was 8:53 and that meant that in just a few more minutes the private guests would start to arrive. I became more comfortable then, knowing that I was almost home free. That is, until the bathroom door opened. My heart leapt into my throat and I could feel the blood pounding in my head as I heard heavy footsteps on the tile floor. They walked into the bathroom and then seemed to stop by the urinal. I didn't dare look under the stall to see who it was, as doing so would most certainly give away my hiding spot. The feet moved again and then I heard a loud grunt/sigh come from whoever the feet belonged to. A moment later I heard the trickle of water hitting the back of a urinal and I finally breathed out slowly, though I still didn't dare move. A minute or so later, I heard a zipper being drawn up and the weak flushing of the urinal as the feet stepped away towards the door. I heard the door creak open and the footfalls disappear outside, the flimsy door slamming shut behind them. It was now 9:01 and the party should be starting any time now, but I didn't want to risk things until I was sure that it was clear to go outside. My legs had started to ache from the sitting position and my knees felt wobbly as I balanced there, still gripping onto the walls tightly. I tried to think of other things to take my mind off of it, and managed to succeed at this for a few more minutes as voices outside thankfully began to be heard. Stepping down off the toilet, I straightened myself out and regained my balance, my knees finally stopping from shaking, as the voices outside grew in number and the music kicked on. Looking at my watch one last time, it was 9:08 and the promised private party had officially begun. Taking a deep breath, I walked out of the stall and pushed the door open back out into the club, still careful to avoid being seen. Clinging to the shadow between the men's and women's bathroom doors, I moved slowly back into the main viewing area of the club. There was 20 or so men, all white and all neatly dressed in business attire. Some were young, some were older and none of them I recognized. The stage was empty but there was a man in a tuxedo standing by the stage, holding a microphone as he chatted with another man, both of them looking at some sheet of paper. Passing the bar, I almost jumped when I saw that a bartender had been placed back there, one of the strippers I had seen earlier on stage. She was topless, her large, obviously fake breasts rising from her thin body like mounds of sand. If she had seen me sneak out of the bathroom, she hadn't said anything and just smiled at me as I passed by. Given the white shirt and slacks I was wearing, she probably thought I fit right in. A group of the crowd were all sitting at a row of tables close to the stage, the same seats where the Hispanic guys had fought hard not to leave just a few minutes earlier. They all were drinking heavily from glasses or beer bottles and seemed to be having a great time laughing and talking to one another. In fact, the whole place seemed to be in high spirits, with a lot of handshaking and light hearted conversation taking place. And yet though, I couldn't help but feel like they all knew things were building to something. I took the farthest seat away from the stage as possible, scooting the table back so that one of the support beams of the place, making sure that no lights shown down on me or that anyone would see me sitting there, especially the bouncer. I could still make out the stage fine though, seated at a diagonal angle as I waited anxiously for the show to start. I occupied myself by scanning the crowd for any familiar faces and thankfully found none until about 10 minutes later, just a few minutes before the show was about to start (according to Katherine anyways), Hapsboro and Willis walked in, Hapsboro flanking Willis tightly by the arm as they talked. Willis shook hands and gave pats on the back as they moved towards the middle of the stage, the tables directly in front still empty and vacant. The crowd around them, which now numbered 50 or so, parted like a wave for them as they sat down. The man in the tuxedo spotted them and quickly walked over, leaning in close to Willis as he spoke. Willis simply nodded his head and then reclined a bit in his seat, his long legs splayed out beneath the table. The man in the tuxedo climbed up on stage and fixed his cummerbund, then proceeded to flip on the switch of his wireless microphone and speak into it. "Good evening gentlemen!" he said enthusiastically. The crowd went wild, cheering and yelling as conversations fell away as they listened to the speaker. "Mr. Willis would like to thank all of you for coming to the show tonight, he promises that it will be a good one. I'll be your host, my name is Tommy Palto and my friends just call me Tom. That means you should call me Tom!" he said, eliciting some half hearted boo-ing from the crowd at the lame joke. "Alright alright, just loosening you up. Now before we get started, how about a nice hand for the managers and ladies of the Starry Dreams Gentlemen's Club?" Tommy said. The crowd applauded politely but it was obvious that they were growing anxious. I too felt anxious and excited, not quite sure what was going to happen next. "Now, last time Mr. Willis threw one of these parties, the very beautiful women of that day were brunettes. And let me tell you," Tommy said, then made a gesture with his hand as he blew a fake kiss. "Magnifique! But Mr. Willis knows that any red blooded American man isn't just satisfied with a mousy brown haired girl! Am I right?" "RIGHT!" yelled the crowd. "Nor are they satisfied with a woman whose best asset is being able to blend in with a crowd! Am I right?" "RIGHT!" the crowd now thundered. "NOOOOO! What they want is something hot. Something supple. Something unique. Something....BLONDE!!!!" Tommy yelled into the microphone to tremendous applause. He stepped aside on the stage as the house lights went down and the music kicked up into full volume, a spotlight hitting the curtains as they began to part. "Yes, that's right a BLONDE HAIRED WOMAN is what every man wants, what every man lusts after and what every man dreams of every night when he goes to sleep. And Mr. Willis won't disappoint you tonight fellas, because he has some of the best, most beautiful, most fuckable blondes in all of Hollywood here for your enjoyment and entertainment TONIGHT!" The crowds roar was now deafening, the tables rattling as the men slammed their hands down on the surface in front of them. More than a few bottles clattered off and fell to the floor, shattering into millions of pieces. Tommy drew more solemn now as he calmed the crowd down. "But enough talking. Let me introduce our fine group of ladies for you tonight," he said in a hushed tone. The crowd was eating out of the palm of his hand now, as they fell deathly silent, hanging on his every word. The music too had been lowered in volume. "Introducing first, one of the stars of the recent dick-and-fart joke comedies 'Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back' and the woman who made every man in America want to lick the whipped cream off her entire body in 'Varsity Blues', Mr. Willis is proud to present...ALI LARTER!" Tommy yelled into the microphone. The curtain behind him lifted as Ali walked onto the stage. Wearing a pink teddy that clung to every curve and inch of her upper body, ending in a perfect "V" directly above her crotch and her breasts pushing hard against the fabric of the lingerie, she strutted onto the stage with a cool cockiness that made the men hoot and holler. She was barefoot as she walked to the end of the stage, bent over (the ensuing eyeful down her barely-there clothes causing more yelling) and blew Willis a kiss before she turned around and walked to the back of the stage, her firmly toned ass wiggling with each step, an ultra thin layer of fabric riding between her cheeks. Ali did a saucy little spin and then stood to the left of the curtain, her hands on her hips and her long blonde hair flung sexily over her shoulder. The applause died down as Tommy moved back to the middle of the stage, the crowd now begging for more from him. "Next, we have the girl who said she would never tell. The woman who played an insane girl all too well. The woman who was recently seen making out with Winona 'I am not a crook' Ryder herself, please give it up for...BRITTANY MURPHY!" Though she seemed more dirty blonde to me than a natural one, that didn't stop the crowd from yelling loudly as she took the stage. Dressed in a school girl outfit that barely reached down to her mid-thigh, Brittany walked on stage proudly, her breasts bouncing braless in the white blouse that she wore. She had on a pair of knee length white socks and little school girl shoes, her hair styled into two ponytails behind her head as she came to the edge of the runway and smiled widely at the crowd. One man tried to lean forward and grab at her leg, obviously drunk from his stumbling, but the men near him managed to pull him back just in time. Brittany looked down at this and laughed, turning to walk back towards where Ali stood. She paused in the middle of the runway though and bent over at the waist, lifting her skirt up for a moment to show to everyone in the room that she wasn't wearing any panties. As was expected, the crowd cheered and seemed to be working in a frenzied state as Brittany took the position opposite Ali by the curtain. "Finally gentlemen, a special treat. You may have seen her in the short lived but critically acclaimed series 'Roswell', but chances are by night's end the aliens won't be the only ones who get to probe her. Please give it up for the buxom blonde beauty...KATHERINE HEIGL!" Katherine walked onto stage, her hair much more styled and bushy than it had been when we ate lunch earlier in the day, and I could see that she had applied quite a bit of makeup, especially blush, to her face. She didn't look as comfortable out there as the other two women had, but she didn't falter a bit as she walked onto the stage and gave the audience a wide look. She wore a see-through black nightee like thing, her large, natural breasts and round nipples poking against the edge of the fabric as she walked. In the bright spotlight I could see that she had on a pair of skimpy black panties underneath the nightee, and the entire outfit was accented by a pair of knee length leather boots that lifted her height about three or four inches, given the raise of the heels. The nightee was cut at about the hip level, opening up then into two flaps that covered the front and back of her body but left her tanned thighs beautifully exposed all the way down to the boots. Katherine wobbled a bit in the heels, obviously not used to them, but still smiled as she reached the end of the runway and stopped for a moment, taking in the crowd. I can't be certain but I think that she spotted me off in the corner, for her gaze seemed to linger over at my spot for a few seconds longer than normal. I didn't dare wave or make any gesture acknowledging her, for fear of being seen. Moving back to the other two girls but this time standing in the middle, all three struck a seductive pose as Tommy moved one final time to the front of the stage. "Ok, enjoy the show fellas! I'll turn it over to the girls!" he said, stepping off and taking a seat to the left of the stage. The spotlight clicked off and the music rose again in tempo, this time the lights overhead moving to the beat of the bass line. All three women walked towards the pole, which gleamed brightly under the light as the dance music played. Katherine took the position to the right of the pole, Brittany the left and Ali directly behind it. All the women had a hand planted firmly on the pole itself as they began to move in unison, spinning around the metal pole slowly at first and then faster and faster as the rhythm of the song grew faster. Hair and bodies were flying everywhere as they spun around, touching and rubbing their bodies with their free hand as they twirled. They continued doing this, the crowd going wild with excitement, for a few minutes before one by one they spun off the pole and walked towards the stage. Brittany was first, dancing in perfect time to the music as she wiggled her hips and lithe body around, her hands roaming and caressing her breasts. She slipped her hand inside her blouse and threw her head back slightly as she squeezed her nipple for the crowd, her hips thrusting back and forth on the stage, her skirt twirling around and around slightly as she moved. With amazing precision that showed she had done this sort of thing before, Brittany removed her hand from her blouse and tore open her shirt widely, exposing her breasts to the audience. A slight tan line could be seen from where she had worn a bikini before, but her pinkish nipples stood erect underneath the smoky haze of the lights, the material of her shirt hanging off her ample sized tits loosely. She dipped down towards the floor of the stage, her hips moving back and forth as she leaned back and let the torn shirt fall away from her body, leaving her topless and exposed for the hollering crowd. She kicked the shirt off stage into a group of men who fought and tugged at one another to get the shirt. Spinning sharply on her heel, Brittany walked back towards the pole and continued spinning as Katherine now released herself from the pole. She too followed Brittany's lead and walked towards the middle of the stage, her thumbs hooked under the very narrow fabric of the nightee she was wearing. Thrusting her hips to the side in a dancing sort of move, she slowly slid the fabric of the material over her bare shoulder and pulled it all the way down over her breasts, the fleshy mounds jiggling a bit as they came free. Katherine pulled the negligee to her hips, her firm tummy and luscious breasts exposed now as she ran her hands over them and cupped the nipples between two fingers, giving them slight squeezes as she groaned in pleasure. Leaning down and giving the crowd a perfect view of the full contour of her breasts, Katherine unzipped first one boot, then the other as she ran her hands down her smooth legs, teasing the men, The leather exposed her legs all the way down to her ankles but Katherine still managed to keep them on as she walked back to the pole. Ali was, by far, the most into the little strip tease game, and her moves on the stage showed it as she took her turn in going to the middle. Everything about her seemed to ooze sexuality as she walked, laughing and yelling wildly in response to the cheers of the crowd. A loud "WOOOOOOO!!!" escaped her lips as she stood at the very edge of the stage. Reaching down to a nearby table, she picked up two shot glasses from the excited men nearby and held them up for the audience's inspection. Ali leaned her head back and downed one of the shots in a single gulp, eliciting another loud yell from her. She threw the shot glass hard to her right, the sound of the glass shattering just making the crowd yell more. Stepping backwards on the runway, she stood in the middle and yanked the bust line of her teddy down hard, exposing her smaller breasts (smaller than the other girls at least) to the audience. She held the second shot glass up for inspection again and then poured it down her cleavage, the alcohol soaking into her skin and running over her nipples and stomach as it wetted the fabric of the teddy. She again threw the shot glass against the wall and then lifted her breasts up hard in her hands as she pulled her nipples towards her mouth, licking away the alcohol from them. The crowd was on it's feet for this and it looked as if at any minute they would just rush the stage and tear the girls apart in lust. Thankfully though, Ali knew when to call it good and she sauntered back to the pole, taking her position once again. The song changed to one that was a little slower, and this time the girls spinning slowed down until it virtually came to a halt, Brittany on the right and Katherine on the left, Ali still in the back. Brittany and Katherine looked at each other for a moment, then both moved their heads around pole towards one another until their lips met and they began to engage in a deep, soul-touching kiss. They made sure to show lots of tongue action as they licked and explored each other's mouths, making the crowd all the more excited. Both girls breasts were pressed between the pole in front of them and their nipples were achingly close to touching one another, Brittany's smooth and white nipples an interesting contrast against Katherine's tan less, flawless larger breasts. They pulled closer to the pole now, their hips grinding them up and down against it as they kissed each other deeply. Ali, not to be outdone, was raising and lowering herself on the pole behind them, her pussy pressed hard against the pole as she rose and fell along it, simulating sex with herself. Brittany and Katherine broke the kiss and stepped back from the pole, giving Ali more room to maneuver. Her strong thighs gripped onto the metal tightly as she pulled herself up it, reaching a few feet off the ground before gently lowering her back and laying against the metal as she slowly spun around to face the crowd. Like all the other men in the audience, I felt a substantial bulge in my pants over watching this incredibly erotic display. Katherine hadn't been lying about being forced to put on a show for men whenever Willis beckoned, but I was starting to wonder if she was really as upset or torn about doing it as she sounded originally. Ali lowered herself now to the base of the stage and held her position there as her legs untangled from the pole. Holding herself up in a handstand of sorts, Ali spread her legs wide like a gymnast, giving the all too eager crowd a perfect view at the thin material of her teddy that barely covered her snatch. Brittany and Katherine meanwhile had stepped to the side of Ali as they began to grope and feel one another's bodies, without the pole in the way. Brittany squeezed Katherine's breast tightly as she leaned in to kiss Katherine again, their mouths eagerly meeting one another. Katherine's hands squeezed on Brittany's ass, lifting up the girl's skirt for the audience to see as a finger or two slid beneath her ass cheeks and into the darkened love spot between her legs. Standing up straight again, Ali walked over and joined Katherine and Brittany, who were all too willing to let her in on the fun. The girls began to remove what little clothing they had left from each other, Katherine's negligee falling first, followed by Ali's pink teddy (which Brittany took pleasure in tearing off of her) and then finally Brittany's skirt which, like the blouse before it, was flung into the crowd. All three beautiful actresses now stood there wearing nothing more than shoes, with even Katherine's panties getting lost somewhere in the fray that I failed to see. Ali pushed Katherine and Brittany forward, giving them playful slaps on the ass as she laughed and yelled along with the rest of the guys. All three of them seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves, as evidenced by the groping of each other they did as Ali stepped forward to join Brittany and Katherine. Bending down, Katherine put her entire mouth on top of Ali's nipple as she sucked at it hard, almost managing to get her entire breast in her mouth. Brittany was rubbing her body against Ali's, almost humping her with her leg as she kissed right below Ali's throat. The girls were too occupied with one another to notice when the same guy who had groped at Brittany before, managed to crawl onto the stage and stagger over to the women. At a normal strip joint I would have expected the bouncers to be on the guy as fast as hell, but here they made no move; they were more content to sit and watch the show taking place before them. The man stood in front of girls and, without warning, dropped his pants to the floor, exposing his ass to the crowd. Some booed, others laughed but it was all three women who had the most surprising action. Breaking away from their tryst of tongues and hot flesh beneath the house lights, they practically lunged at the guy, grabbing immediately for his cock like they were thirsty wanderers suddenly presented with a pool full of water. Brittany got to him first and promptly slid onto her knees as she began to suck the man's dick with amazing gusto. Ali dropped down beside her and fondled the man's balls with her hand, making sure the entire crowd could see just exactly what they were doing. Katherine simply stood there and watched, running her hand over the man's chest. He was in his mid 20s and looked to be in decent shape, although a bit of a beer gut was already starting to form above his now occupied cock. It didn't take long for half a dozen other men to climb on stage like the first man had, all readily dropping their pants and eager to see what the three blond actresses had to offer. One man brushed Katherine's shoulder, causing her to spin around, the leather of her boots squeaking from her thighs. The man said something to her that I couldn't hear, but she obviously did, for in the next moment she was down on her knees, jacking away at his prick with her hand. Ali had moved away from the first man and was now on her knees doggy style as a middle aged guy fucked her hard, Ali's screams very audible over the thumping music. Brittany pulled her mouth away from the first man as well, but he held onto her head tightly as he shot his load all over her face, coating her in semen that shone brightly in the overhead lights. The entire scene was devolving into an orgy, with all the still conscious men now waiting their turn to fuck any or all of the three blonde actresses. I was curious to see how Willis would react to this, whether or not he would try to keep it under control, but to my surprise he and Hapsboro stood up and quietly walked out of the club, leaving all of their guests to enjoy the party. With the two of them gone, I felt a lot more comfortable and relaxed and decided to move closer to the action. Katherine sat on one man's lap now as he raised and lowered her up and down his cock, the shiny head of it popping out occasionally as Katherine grinded her body against his hips, her leg muscles working hard as she was lifting herself up and down. Two other men were standing very close to her face, their pricks in their hands as they jacked them off, waiting for Katherine to lower her mouth around them. It was like watching a scene out of a porno movie, only in real life - the waiting men, dicks dripping and ready to be fucked; the girl bouncing up and down on a man with a large cock's lap, all the while his hands groping and rubbing over her large breasts, the nipples protruding excitedly. Stepping closer, I saw that Ali's mouth was now wrapped tightly around a man in front of her, who was fucking her face forcefully, a handful of her blonde hair in his hand. The man who was fucking her from behind bucked hard against her hips and then groaned loudly, releasing his seed deep inside Ali's cunt. He withdrew from her snatch with an audible pop and another man was right there, ready and waiting to step in for him. Ali grunted around the dick in her mouth as the second man slid his prick into her, teasing her opening for a moment before thrusting hard inside. Brittany had slid underneath Ali's legs now and was propped up on her elbows, a stream of Ali's juices and the most recent man's cum dribbling down her face and throat as she lapped at Ali's exposed clit, visible even through the neatly trimmed mass of blonde pubic hair between her legs. Brittany's breasts jiggled and bounced as she rocked back and forth on her arms, her tongue digging as deep as possible into the lanky blonde's sex. The dick that had been in Katherine's mouth slid out from between her lips as Katherine gasped for air, her whole body shuddering as the man fucking her and she herself orgasmed within mere seconds of each other. He held her on his lap for a long moment, grinding her hips back and forth on his legs, a white foamy mix of their juices leaking out from between Katherine's legs. She wearily lifted herself off of him and crawled onto her knees, the two men in front of hers dicks held tightly by her small hands. Moving closer now, I watched this entire scene with an erection so hard that it hurt still held inside my pants. I was still in shock that what Katherine had said was true, and I couldn't believe that Willis or whoever else had organized this party would use these girls as mere sex objects, careless of their bodies. Still though, they didn't seem to mind doing it, even if they were simply coerced into their roles, and somehow the sexiness of three reluctant Hollywood stars servicing an untold number of men was turning me on to no end. I think it was the contrast between the beautiful, picture perfect world of the mainstream Hollywood world versus the raw sexuality of what it took to survive in that world that did it for me, but whatever it was, I couldn't take my eyes off the scene in front of me. Brittany had grown tired of licking at Ali's pussy and had crawled back out from between her legs, only to be met by two more men, one who had cum in Ali's snatch and the other a new guy with a quite sizeable looking prick, waiting for her to take the sexual lead with them. Brittany wrapped her pouty, thick lips around the longer shafted man and began to bob her head up and down on it, the long length of his prick sliding down into the darkness of her mouth and throat. The second man had moved behind her and had lifted her to her knees, her ass thrusted into the air. Spitting down onto his cock, he lubed it up and then gently pushed the thick head of his dick against Brittany's asshole. She released the shaft from her mouth quickly and turned her head around to watch the man enter her ass. For a moment, I thought I saw a sign of resistance from her against this final violation, but it quickly faded away as she closed her eyes and moaned, a low sound coming from her cum coated lips. The man began to hump her ass harder now, keeping most of his shaft inside of her tight ass, the cheeks of which were bouncing back and forth as she fucked him. She had resumed sucking the dick of the larger man and seemed quite happy, her innocent brown eyes looking up at him as she sucked. I subconsciously began to stroke my dick through my pants, feeling the hardness pressing against the fabric of my slacks, when I suddenly felt a large hand on my shoulder, pulling me backwards. I am a big man so the pulling had to be quite strong to move me at all, but I spun around to see the bouncer from outside the door staring at me. "Let's go. You've already seen too much," he said angrily, his large hand now on my arm. I yanked it away quickly and started backing up towards the stage, not wanting to make a scene but not wanting to be thrown out either. Besides the sex itself, I wanted to see just how much longer this entire ordeal would go on. The bouncer grew angry now, lunging forward towards me, but I caught his arm and held it just a few inches from me. Using the leverage of his off balance punch, I shoved him backwards with all my strength, sending him flying against one of the tables and almost falling over it completely, chairs scattering this way and that. I was about ready to begin to throw punches when suddenly Katherine jumped down off of the stage, her body sweaty and reeking of sex as she stood wobbly next to me, her arm across my chest. "Leave him alone, he can stay. He already knows," she said to the bouncer coldly. A crowd had formed around us and the bouncer looked around at the other men who had been interrupted in watching (or taking part in) the show. They stared at us blankly, not quite sure what was going on. Even Ali and Brittany had stopped grinding and moving on stage, although they still had dicks buried in their various orifices. The bouncer stared at Katherine for a moment and then threw his hands up in the air. "Fuck it, do whatever you want to whore," he said. I instinctively moved towards him but Katherine stopped me with her arm. I regained my composure and turned to face her. Katherine hooked her arm under mine and led me up with her back onto the stage. She stood in full view of the rest of the men as she began to undo my belt and pants, my shirt already partially open from the scuffle. She leaned in close to me to kiss my chest, her sweaty blonde hair smelling like shampoo and cum. "Just play along. No one else knows who you are, and they won't ask any questions. Trust me. I'll talk to you about it later,," she whispered in my ear as my pants fell down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and slid off my boxers as Katherine finished unbuttoning my shirt, flinging it over in a corner with the rest of my clothes. I was naked now in front of all these strangers but they didn't seem to care: Ali and Brittany had quickly resumed what they were doing and had changed out men somewhat, though the one guy was still fucking Brittany's ass hard. Katherine pulled me close to her and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, lifting herself up off the ground as her legs scissor-ed around my waist. Her wet and used pussy was just a few inches from my prick as she slowly began to slide down on it, the head of my shaft sliding into her once again. Her pussy was wet and quite stretched from the men who had fucked her all night long, but it still felt warm and inviting as she clamped her legs down tightly around me, the inner walls of her pussy quivering on my shaft. Katherine leaned her head against my chest as I bounced her up and down on my prick, grabbing hold of her tight ass as she rocked on it. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, her nipples making the hair on my chest tingle as she rubbed against my body, the pinkish nubs caressing my skin. Holding Katherine like that, I finally got a good view of the club and all that was actually taking place. Some of the men had cleared out, leaving only 15 or so left, but they all seemed to be occupied. Ali had a man in her mouth and another one in her pussy as she lay on the floor of the stage, her legs balanced on the shoulders of an overweight man who was sweating wildly as he jammed himself deeper and deeper into her. Brittany had a semi-circle of men standing around her, all jerking their cocks as she rotated her mouth back and forth between them, sucking on each for a few moments before moving on, her ponytails from her costume long having since come undone. I couldn't see her hand exactly but from the way her elbow and arm were moving, it was obvious that she was playing with herself while she was sucking off all the men. Those who weren't on stage were either huddled by it, jerking their cocks as they waited their turn or were off over by the bar, as I could see that even the bartender had gotten into the action, one man beneath her and the other fucking her from a sort of crouch position as they worked on her ass and her pussy at the same time. About the only man who didn't seem to be enjoying himself was the bouncer, but he was seated over in a corner with his arms crossed, simply watching the show with a smile. We made eye contact for a moment and I saw the rage in his eyes at having been embarrassed in his own club, and thus quickly looked away from him. I hadn't noticed, but bouncing Katherine up and down on my dick had brought me achingly close to orgasm. She was now moving in a sort of wave like motion, her upper body flowing forward while her ass rocked back, and vice versa. She had her eyes closed, her high cheekbones flushed from the exhaustion of the entire night, but she seemed lost in her own world, her body now in complete control of her actions, rationale be damned. My balls smacked loudly against her ass and I felt her clit rub against my shaft as she pressed into me. My orgasm started inside my body, the entire day's events rushing back on me in a flood as I shot my load deep inside of Katherine's rocking, bouncing body, feeling the sperm coat her inner walls as I shuddered and felt a little weak at the knees, three streams hitting her pussy in rapid succession. I held her there for a few minutes, allowing both of us to catch our breath as my arms grew tired and I finally set her back down on the stage. Her body felt limp and exhausted - I wondered if she had orgasmed herself at all tonight, or perhaps maybe even too much - but she walked tiredly over to a man who was laying down on the stage, his cock in the air, eagerly awaiting Katherine to free herself from me. I was going to step off the stage and simply observe more when Ali darted in front of me, a look of lust in her eyes as she nibbled on her lip. "Can't let Katherine have all the fun with our mystery man now can we?" she said, her hands roaming over my body. Ali was sticky in various places, cum already starting to dry on her chest as she rubbed her hand over my left nipple and used the other to stroke my cock quickly back to hardness. "How about my ass mystery man? Will that do?" she said, turning around seductively in a spin. I simply nodded and watched as Ali bent over and touched her toes, her exposed asshole just begging to be fucked. I could see cum in her pussy and a few white trickles running down her leg but, as far as I could tell I would be the first to slide into her asshole. My cock was still wet from inside of Katherine as I lined up between Ali's cheeks, her legs now spread wide to give me good access. I pushed into her, feeling the head of my seven inch shaft slide through rather easily into her anal cavity, the immediate tightness of it making me groan in pleasure, every sensitive nerve in my body now on full alert. Sliding further inside, I lifted Ali up slightly at the waist until she was leaning her back completely against me, her head barely reaching my shoulder. This had given my cock a better angle to slide into her and I could feel my shaft bottom out completely inside of her ass. Ali had tensed up a little when I had first entered her but was now completely relaxed, her arms wrapped around me from behind as she thrust her body forward, rocking her tight ass on my prick. I began to guide Ali back and forth against me, wrapping one arm around her waist as she pushed back on her own accord, squeezing her ass tightly to make the tension and pressure practically unbearable. I knew I wouldn't last long, now that I was buried deep inside of her, but I sure as hell was going to try. Moving my free hand to Ali's chest, I stroked and caressed her nipples, feeling the soft flesh of her mounds beneath my fingers, the sweat dripping down from her panting, sexually charged body. Another man approached us now, his dick waving in his hand. Ali pulled away from me slightly as she bent over at the waist to suck on his cock, which now allowed me more opportunity to thrust inside of her ass. Pulling in and out a bit, I left just the head inside of her tight hole as I worked myself in and out of her butt, feeling the tension and pressure of her anal cavity as the ridges and thickness of my cock moved against her muscles. Ali slurped loudly on the man's dick, burying her whole throat on it as her blonde hair swung wildly around her bobbing head, her lips and mouth a blur as she worked on him. I glanced over to where Brittany was and it looked like the men had taken all they could from her very talented lips and mouth. Brittany's face was covered in cum, probably from at least three or four guys, but she still seemed to be sucking on the men without hesitation, despite barely being able to see from the sticky man juice that coated her lips and cheeks and nose. Little globs fell off of her as another man shot his load on her face, Brittany opening her mouth just in time to catch most of it from the man, her lower body rocking violently back and forth now as she furiously fucked herself with her hand. Watching this was just the final straw for me, seeing this cum coated celebrity eagerly taking all of these men's copious loads. I grabbed Ali hard by the waist and yanked her back from the man's prick so quickly that it literally slid out of her throat. Pushing as deep as I could into her one last time, feeling the bones in her ass slam into my own pelvic bone, I shot a tremendous load of cum deep into her bowels, pumping in and out of her as I released it deep inside of her body, feeling it splat against the tight walls of her ass. Ali grunted as I came, grinding her ass back and forth against me as she coaxed as much cum out as she could from my now aching and throbbing prick. I released her hips from my hands and felt the last stream trickle out into her ass, Ali now moving forward to get at the cock she had been hungrily sucking on just a moment before. My dick slid out of her ass with a squishing sound, the entire length coated with my cum as I stepped backwards and caught my breath once again - the heat of the lights overhead made things incredibly tiring. I looked around and saw that all the women were once again occupied, Katherine now being fucked doggy style as a man jacked his dick in front of her face, surely just a moment or two from cumming all over her. I walked over to where my clothes were, content that I had seen and experienced enough tonight to know just what Katherine was talking about. Getting dressed quickly, I walked against the curtain of the stage (making sure to stay AWAY from the bouncer) and glanced down at the mass of writhing bodies on the stage floor. Katherine looked up at me as I passed, her mouth full of cock but her eyes locked on me intently. She didn't have to say anything really, I could tell exactly what her eyes were conveying: I told you. My heart felt saddened at this, seeing her prove herself right, even if she did enjoy it even at all. I nodded towards her and then stepped off the stage, sliding out the door quickly. It was now late at night as I got in my car, checking first for anyone who might be watching or waiting for me to get in. There was no one out except a few guys who had been in the club, and they were leaning against the side of the building, smoking cigarettes and talking with one another. I started my engine and drove home. Arriving home, I found Petty asleep on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her and a biography of John Lennon (her idol) on her lap. I went into the bathroom and took a shower, quickly throwing my clothes into a hamper so that she didn't smell the strip club and the sex all over me. Stepping out of the shower a few minutes later, I was startled to see her sitting there, waiting for me on the toilet. She smiled widely as I reached for a towel and dried myself off. Petty didn't say a word as I slipped into a pair of boxer shorts and walked out of the bathroom towards the bedroom. She followed me, that same broad smile on her face. I finally just had to know what she was grinning about, and told her as such. Petty's smile fell a bit. "Didn't you get my note?" she asked. "Yes, but you didn't say what the big surprise was. I take it that's what your grinning is about?" "Of course. You'll never guess what happened," I was too tired to try and guess, to be honest. "I have no idea, but I don't think I've ever seen you glow this much. So what was it?" "A record deal!" Petty squealed, jumping up and down on the floor. Her happiness immediately became infectious as I moved to hug her. "That's great honey! I'm so happy for you!" I said excitedly as Petty hugged me close. "I know, isn't it great? I've been calling people all day, telling them about it. My father is going to flip when he hears, especially since he always said that my music was a waste of time," "Yeah. So, tell me all about it," I said as we walked into the living room. "Well, I was sitting in your office, playing some songs, you know. I had written one for you about getting the job at Antamount and I was just rehearsing it, planning on surprising you when you came in. Where were you today, by the way?" she asked. I paused for a moment, thinking about when to tell her. Now didn't seem like the right time, considering how happy she was. "It's a long story. Any ways, go on," "So I'm sitting there playing and then this man comes in. He says he heard my music all through out the office and he was walking around trying to find it. He called me a 'siren'," she said, giggling a little bit at this last word. "I played a few more songs for him and when I finished up, he told me that he would love to sign me to his record label, that I had the potential to be just the star he was looking for. It all happened so fast, I can still hardly believe it!" "Well, who is it with?" I asked. Petty stopped giggling for a moment, her brow furrowing in thought. "What?" "What record label is it?" "Oh! That! It's a new division, called Antamount Records," she said excitedly. My heart, for the second time that day, leapt into my throat. My mouth suddenly became dry as I tried to formulate how to reply to her. "Antamount...who...who was it that came in to talk to you?" I asked, already dreading who it was. "Oh yeah! That's the other great part about it! It was Wilton Willis himself. You know, the CEO of the company? He was totally blown away by my talent and I mean, wow! If you can impress someone like him then who else is there to top?" she said, still excited over the news. I stood up from the couch, my hand going to my hair. I don't know why I stood up but doing so made my knees wobbly and I sat back down quickly. "Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ..." I muttered to myself, shaking my head. "Alex? What's wrong? Are you okay baby?" Petty said, now concerned. "I...I'm...it's just..." "Alex, what is it?" I looked up and took Petty hard by the arms, pulling her face close to mine. A look of fear washed over her face but I was too concerned about other things to barely even register it. "Petty, you can NOT sign with Antamount," I said to her gravely. She looked confused for a moment, studying my face. Her look changed to one of anger as she pried herself away from my arms. "What? Why the fuck not?" "They...I mean, it's just that they are...you can't do it. Not right now, not until I know more," I said, unable to piece together a solid thought. Petty stood up from the couch and glared down at me. "You aren't making one bit of sense Alex. You're babbling and, if my sense aren't deceiving me, I think I smell alcohol on you. We can talk about this more later but there is no fucking way I'm going to turn down a deal like this simply because I don't have your 'permission'," Petty spat at me angrily. I rose from the couch again to try and reason with her. "Petty, listen. I found out some things about Antamount today that would keep any sane person from having anything to do with the company at all," I said, pleading with her. "And what is that? What could be so horrible that you would want to ruin the best day of my life?" she said, now on the verge of angry tears. "I...I can't tell you just yet, I don't have enough information. You're going to have to just trust me on this babe," I said, hoping my voice came across as convincing, rather than pleading. Petty stared at me, nodding her head. "Oh, I see how it is. It's ok for Mr. Screenwriter Alex to sign with the company but when I want to catch a fucking break, the company is suddenly too dangerous," she said slowly. "You fucking hypocritical prick. You're jealous I bet, is that it? You think I'm going to be a bigger star than you?" "No, it's not that at all! Please just let me work some things out and we can talk about this more!" I said, trying to grab her arm, but she was already starting to back away. "Get your fucking hands off of me! I don't want to talk to you or see you until you can either grow some balls and explain to me this big 'secret' about MY new record label, or learn to grow UP and admit to being jealous of me," she said, now stepping into the bedroom backwards. I saw her reach behind her and grab a pillow from the bed, flinging it down the hall at me. "Sleep on the fucking couch you cock," she said, slamming the bedroom door. I went over to it but she had locked the door and I heard that she had turned on the television in the room, to drown out my knocking and my apologies. After about five minutes of no response from her, I reluctantly walked away from the door, picked up the pillow off the floor and flopped down on the couch, stretching out as best as possible on the cramped sofa, my knees almost reaching up to my chest. I laid there awake for a long time, thinking about everything of the day. Trying to piece together how all of this had come to be, how Petty and I had gotten mixed up in it, and perhaps most importantly how to get out. Sleep overtook me just before day break, my body winning out over my mind as I passed out asleep on the couch, dreaming of nothing. KATHERINE'S STORY: Turning the key in the door, the satisfying click of the deadbolt sliding into place, I stepped into my apartment wearily, my legs and body aching and exhausted. Those fuckers at the club had used up every last bit of strength I had, not to mention left me and the other girls in a complete mess. I felt for the people who had to clean up the club after we were done with it. The juvenile guys had even taken our clothes, as if they were souvenirs. Thankfully though, I had been smart and stowed an extra pair of clothes in the dressing room. Otherwise I would have had to drive myself home naked. Flipping on a light in the living room, I trudged wearily towards the bedroom, dropping my purse and other things I had brought with me to the script reading on the floor. I normally hated coming into a dark house, and it really didn't feel safe, but given that it was 3:00 AM now and every bone in my body seemed to be screaming from exhaustion, I really didn't give a fuck. Turning towards the bedroom, I saw that Buster was asleep in his bed, the 15 year old basset hound looking older and older every day it seemed. He opened his eyes and watched me as I started to peel off my clothes, headed for the shower. Stepping into the bathroom while the water heated up, I examined myself in the mirror. Besides the usual cum stains, I saw that there were scratches and marks on my thighs and little bite marks by my nipples. My breasts hurt from being manhandled like that but at least I had gotten away without too many other marks. I had heard stories of girls getting lashings because one of those old pricks was into S&M. Still though, the night hadn't been too bad. It was nice to see that Alex actually did show up, and that he really did seem to believe me about what I told him. Whether or not he was telling the truth about not knowing, or just playing dumb, I don't know. Guess I'll find out soon enough. I stuck my hand under the water, feeling the temperature. Ahh...just right. I was about to climb in completely when I heard the phone ringing in the living room. Great, probably some damn kid cranking calling random numbers, I thought to myself. Shutting off the water, I padded naked out into the living room, picking up the phone on the third ring. "Hello?" "You did good tonight, we were very much impressed," a voice - a female voice - said. "What? Who is this?" I asked, my heart suddenly thumping. Who else was there? Who else saw the party? "You'll find out soon enough. Let me be the first to congratulate you on indebting yourself into our little world Ms. Heigl. You have proven yourself to be very worthy of the needs and desires of our enterprise and we are anxious to see what else you can offer," the voice said. "What do you mean? I don't have any," She cut me off. "We can work out details later Ms. Heigl. Right now there is the matter of your initiation. Meet tomorrow at 342 Yardly Drive at 5:00 sharp. Use tomorrow to rest up from your activities tonight but do not be late for your appointment tomorrow," "Who the hell are you?" I said, now practically screaming into the phone. The voice on the other end remained calm and steady though and I even detected a bit of gleefulness in it. "342 Yardly Drive. 5 PM" the voice said, and then the phone line clicked and went dead, a dial tone clicking on a moment later. I stood there with the phone in my hand for another few seconds before slowly placing it back down on the receiver. Looking down at it, I just stared and stared, not even noticing when tears - tears of fear, tears of defeat, tears of an unknown fate - welled up in my eyes. So it begins, I thought to myself. So it begins. CHAPTER 3 - COMING SOON _____________________________________________________ Thanks for reading! Send me feedback at: carnagejackson@hotmail.com Miss a chapter? 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