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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
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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. 
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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


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