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My apologies for the delay in this chapter's completion, I became busy
with other things going on in my life and as such didn't have as much
time initially to write as I would have liked. The action/plot are
really starting to pick up from here on out, so I hope you'll stick
with me and enjoy this chapter and the rest of the series.  :)
Feedback and suggestions always welcome.


Hollywood After Dark: Chapter 4

By Carnage Jackson 

carnagejackson@hotmail.com
_____________________________________________________ 

Standard Disclaimer: 

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

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

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

This is Part 4 of an ongoing series. 
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But I can't confront the doubts I have
I can't admit that maybe the past was bad
And so, for the sake of momentum
I'm condemning the future to death
So it can match the past.
- Aimee Mann




ALEX'S STORY:

	It was quite a shock to see a very disheveled Katherine Heigl outside
of my apartment door at close to four in the morning. Her hair was a
mess and it looked like not only had she dressed quickly but that
tears had streamed down her face seemingly in a constant flow.

	But there was something in her eyes that told me that it was
important that I didn't ask questions of her as she pleaded to come in
- that I simply be there and listen to whatever she had to say. When
she had mentioned that she had gotten "in deep in the organization", I
knew that this couldn't be a late night call for sex.

	I stepped out of the way and let her into the apartment, turning on
the light against the wall. As I flicked the switch, Katherine pounced
on my hand, scaring me half to death.

	"No! No lights! They might see me!" she said quickly under her breath
as she held her hand against mine. I noticed that it was shaking.
Compiling with her request, I turned the switch back off and closed
the door behind her as she stepped forward a few more feet inside. I
thought she was going to go further, but she simply stood there,
looking around, as if frozen. The blouse she wore looked rumpled and
wrinkled in the pale light trickling in through the window from the
street light outside, casting weird bars across her face. I had
finally started to get a real night's sleep, able to put Petty and the
whole fight with her out of my mind before Katherine decided to show
up. But now that she was here, I was wide awake.

	I moved next to her, locking the door behind us. Standing in front of
her hesitantly, Katherine's eyes locked straight ahead, she seemed to
stare right through me.

	"Katherine? Are you ok?" I asked. No response.

	I slowly extended my arm out to her, touching her shoulder. She
flinched, yanking her arm away violently as I retracted it, stepping
back a bit myself. Her eyes seemed glazed over and she didn't even
seem to notice who I was, let alone where she was. I wondered in the
back of my mind how she had even managed to find my apartment.

	Watching her for another moment, I backed away slowly towards the
kitchen, careful not to turn on a light per her request as I stumbled
around looking for the coffee maker and the fresh grounds that Petty
had picked up only last week. Finding the bag, I held it in my hand
for a moment, the painful memory of our relationship flooding back. I
shook the thought away as I set the filter and switched the machine
on, walking back to where Katherine was.

	I was surprised to see that she had moved, like a ghost, onto the
sofa in the living room. She sat on the edge of the far left cushion,
her hands neatly folded on her knees as she continued that vacant
stare at the wall in front of her. Not knowing what to say, I simply
stood there for a long moment.

	"I'm making some coffee. Is that alright?" I asked.

	For the first time, Katherine acknowledged a direct question, nodding
her head slowly. I stood in silence as I listened to the pot start to
boil, the slow drips of the coffee falling into the pot. Soon the
fragrant smell - French hazelnut - began to waft from the kitchen
further into the apartment, the scent seeming to float around us in
the unspoken silence.

	We must have appeared to be a photograph, Katherine and I, in that
position - she on the couch, her hands curled up in tight fists, me
with my elbows resting on the leather chair I had bought for myself
last week, it's high back just the perfect height for comfort. The pot
sounded like it was close to completion in filling, and I was thankful
for the break in the tension as I walked robotically into the kitchen,
removing two cups robotically as I poured the steaming black liquid
into them. Carrying them back carefully into the living room, I moved
to the couch and set the cup on the coffee table in front of her.

	"I...I have some sugar and creamer if you want it," I said, still not
quite sure what exactly to say.

	"I did a horrible thing tonight Alex," Katherine said finally, her
eyes still locked on the wall but her voice filling with a sharp pain
that seemed to well up from her throat. I felt for sure that she would
burst into tears any second. Sipping from my cup, I set it down next
to hers, steam wafting up from both of them as I scooted closer to her
on the couch.

	"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to Katherine. But
if you do decide to tell me about it, I promise I won't judge you," I
said softly, watching her.

	Katherine shook her head from side to side, her eyes closed up
tightly as she held her tightly clenched fist up from her lap for a
moment before letting it fall back. She sighed heavily, her chest
rising and falling.

	"No. No...I...I need to tell you. I need to tell someone. This is too
much to bear alone," she said, her voice sounding distant.

	"Take your time," I said, reassuring her. Tentatively, I reached my
hand out and touched her knee, careful to let her know that I was
there for her as a friend, not wanting her to turn on me as she had a
few minutes earlier. She let me touch her, first the tips of my
fingers, then my entire palm as I gently pressed it against her jeans,
rubbing her leg softly.

	Katherine moved to face me now, her face a well of emotions as she
wrestled with whatever demons she had inside.

	Without saying a word, her eyes now locked on mine, Katherine stood
up from the couch, a little wobbly on her feet. I was more than a
little startled as you can imagine, when she started to unbutton her
jeans and pull them down her legs, her tucked in blouse falling over
her crotch, where I saw she wore no panties. Stepping closer to me, I
was confused as to what exactly she wanted me to do. Then she lifted
up the blouse.

	Though she pointed to the exact spot, it wouldn't have been
necessary. Her finger rested slightly above her hip bone as she
pointed it at a red area on her body that looked slightly scabby and a
little swollen. Even in the light of the apartment, at four in the
morning, I could easily make out what she wanted to show me. How could
I not? It had haunted my thoughts and dreams all day long: that now
familiar circle with the lines around the edges and the lightning bolt
through the middle.

	I stared at it for a moment, completely at a loss for words as
Katherine continued to point, her hand starting to shake violently
now. Glancing up at her face, I saw that her pent up tears had finally
begun to fall, her beautiful face wrenched up violently in a grimace
of emotion.

	"They did it. They finally got me Alex. I'm one of them now," she
sobbed, the words coming out of her in choked gasps as she spoke.

	I reached my hand out to touch it, but then thought better of it.
Instead, I took Katherine's trembling hand away from the area of the
tattoo and held it tightly. I felt her fingers squeeze my own back,
hard. Gently I tugged at her arm and pulled her down to the sofa once
more, Katherine absently crossing her legs in front of her despite the
apparent pain the muscle shifting seemed to cause. Still holding her
hand, I leaned it as close as I dared to her.

	"Tell me whatever you have to Katherine. I'm not angry or upset. I
just want to know what exactly is going on,"

	Katherine sighed, then cleared her throat, her tears still trickling
out slowly. She seemed a bit more composed as she spoke, my attention
to her complete now as the words began to come in a flood.

	She told me about the house she had visited, how Alicia Witt and Kate
Hudson had gotten her high and almost tore her clothes off right there
in their lusting of her body. She told me how Eliza Dushku had put a
stop to them quickly and how Eliza had explained her duties as a
member of something called the Rose Petals Club. The name didn't ring
any bells but I knew that if things continued down the path they were
going, I would be hearing more about it very soon. I couldn't tell how
much she had left out - about how willing or not she had been as Salma
Hayek forced her to lay down and accept the tattoo that would brand
her for life. This was the hardest part for Katherine, having to
recall the pain and apparent pleasure she got as the three women
ravaged her body first with their own, then with a sex toy. The way
she described it didn't sound very erotic at all, at least from the
condition she was in currently, but I knew that sex played a very
large part in it, regardless of if I was turned on by it or not.

	"Then I woke up in one of the beds in the house, dressed quietly,
stopped at a diner and came here. Oh Alex, I don't know what to feel!"
Katherine said, leaning into me now, her head on my shoulder as she
sobbed quietly. "I got myself into this mess and the way they touched
me...it felt good. But am I just a piece of property to them, just
another number?"

	I stroked her hair. "No Katherine, of course not. They wanted you to
feel good it sounds like. They knew that if you had good memories of
the incident, you'd be more willing to cooperate with them and
whatever else they want you to do,"

	"That's the thing Alex!" Katherine cried suddenly, lifting her head
up from my shoulder and staring intensely into my eyes. "Part of me
DOES want to do what they say. The entire thing was very arousing, and
I'm not talking about the sex itself. I liked the idea of being in a
secret club or whatever, of the power that it could yield. But the
other part of me is saying, no screaming, to get away from them as
fast as I can, that this isn't right and isn't going to lead to
anything good. That's why I came to you. If I hadn't slipped up and
told you about this world I'm now deeply in, I wouldn't have had
anyone to turn to. And...and I don't know what I would have done,"

	Katherine wrapped her arms around my waist, pushing her head into my
stomach.

	"Promise me you won't leave me, not without helping me decide what I
need to do. Promise me you'll be there for me and help me if I want to
get away or get them or something. Promise me that Alex,"

	This was a big request on Katherine's part, I knew. I was just on the
edge of things I felt, and if I stepped forward more on the path, the
way out might become harder and harder to find later on. But I knew
deep down that I couldn't just turn away or throw her out or do
anything of the sort. I had already gone too far, learned too much and
had lost too much as well in the form of Petty to just call it quits
here. Salma, Eliza, Willis...they all had to be retributed, if not for
what they had done to Katherine and taken control of her life like
this, then certainly to prevent them from getting to anyone else.

	"Yes Katherine. I'll help you," I said, rubbing her back with my hand
as she continued to cling to me like a frightened child. I held her
like that for a few minutes, listening to her breath and gasp as her
tears finally began to subside, neither one of us saying anything in
the silence of the room. I could see through the blinds that daybreak
had started to come. It was another day in Los Angeles, and who knew
what was in store.

	I had thought Katherine had fallen asleep on my lap for a moment, but
seemingly in answer to this thought, she slowly lifted her head,
pulling herself away from my body slightly. She propped herself up on
the couch, her eyes down cast as she looked at nothing in particular.
Raising her eyes, Katherine stared at me again for a moment before
slowly moving her face towards mine, her tear stained cheeks now dry
despite the rivulets that they had cut through her makeup. I felt her
breath on my upper lip as she pushed her lips against mine, her soft
and full and warm lips touching my own suddenly, first slowly and then
with a hurried pressure as she pushed her mouth against mine.

	Climbing onto her knees, Katherine leaned against me, pushing me back
on the couch more as she kissed me, her body heavy and warm on my own.
Her tongue moved into my mouth and at first I simply lay there, not
quite sure what this kiss meant. But as I felt her small tongue
probing my mouth, her eyes closed as she kissed me, I began to return
the kiss in earnest, our mouths wrestling with one another in a
quickly growing frenzy.

	Katherine slid her arms to my shoulders and I felt my own hands move
automatically to her back, where I touched her now not as just a
friend but as a lover. Her nipples hardened against my chest, though
from the way she was kissing me I could tell it wasn't from arousal -
more of a desire to be touched, to be held. A need.

	I slid my hands up the back of her blouse, feeling her smooth skin
beneath my touch. She seemed oblivious to my touch however as I moved
upwards to her shoulders and neck, massaging it slightly with my hand.
I lifted my hand away from her as she lifted herself up slightly from
my stomach, her lips seeming to fight the desire to leave my own. I
had enough free room to maneuver my hands now, and I was very soft and
gentle as I moved them to her breasts, squeezing the heavy orbs in my
hand as Katherine laid back down on me, my hands crushed between her
body and my own. My palms rested squarely on her nipples as Katherine
pushed her shoulders back and wiggled the blouse off of her shoulders,
leaving her bare skin there for my touch. We kissed again as I
squeezed her tits firmly, her body becoming excited by the arousal in
spite of itself. The urgency of Katherine's movements let me know that
though she wanted to be touched like this, she more or less needed it
instead, wanting to perhaps find some way to make sex pleasurable
again without the tainted memories of the previous day clouding her
feelings.

	Truth be told, as I pried my hands away from her chest and lifted
them to her shoulders, pulling the blouse off of her completely now, I
too could feel this sense of urgency taking me over. This wasn't just
sex - this was two people needing each other, needing someone, to make
the problems they faced go away. Katherine with her troubles with the
Rose Petals and me with the loss of Petty. We both needed, I now knew,
to find comfort in the body of another.

	Her blouse fully removed, Katherine again broke the kiss and sat up,
working quickly to get me out of my boxer shorts (all I had put on
before greeting her at the door). As they slid down my legs by her
nimble hands, Katherine pushed herself back on me, her skirt now hiked
up around her waist as she placed her cunt atop my prick. She didn't
allow it to enter - not yet - but instead just let it become more and
more aroused by the second as the wetness between her legs grew and
her arousal became stronger. I was now painfully hard due to the
pressure of her body, and knew that if I didn't find release or
something to divert my attention soon, I was apt to shoot my load all
over myself.

	Thankfully, Katherine's animal instincts took over as she scooted up
further along my stomach then pushed back, causing my dick to raise up
just enough for the had to be battering at her hole. With only one
final moments hesitation, Katherine pushed back against me and I felt
my prick slide into her channel completely, her outer lips loosened
from the night before. Her hands on my chest, Katherine slid backwards
on my cock, raising it up inside of her as she sat contentedly on my
lap. It wasn't long however before she began to grind her hips against
me, rotating them in small circles as my prick bounced around inside
of her, caressing the slick smoothness of her tight inner walls.

	She began to raise and lower herself atop me, pressing her hands and
nails into my chest as she allowed the shaft of my dick to leave her
opening only for a moment or so. Katherine would grunt every time she
landed back down, fully impaled, atop me. Her blonde hair swayed
gently behind her head as she thrust up and down, my hips now finding
the same rhythm of her own as I pushed in and out of her, raising my
ass off the couch. Pushing my cock deep within her by grinding her
hips against me, she propped herself up over my chest, her long hair
hanging along the sides of her face as our eyes locked.

	Neither one of us said anything as Katherine began to move faster,
trying desperately to scratch that itch that had overtaken her, the
lust that had transformed her almost instantly into a woman with a
strong desire. I placed my hands on her supple ass cheeks and held
them tightly as I helped guide her along my shaft, her aroused and
slightly swollen clit rubbing against the top of my shaft with each
bouncing move.

	I moved my hands up towards the cleft in her ass, tracing a finger
down her asshole and along her cunt, stopping at the bottom to wet the
tip with her juice before sliding it back upwards, rubbing over her
pert little hole with the tip of my finger. She moaned loudly as I
caressed this part of her body, gently pushing upwards on a downstroke
in our love making, the forces of gravity allowing the tip of my
finger to slide into her anal opening slightly, working in the first
two segments of my digit inside her tighest of holes.

	This seemed to encourage her further as she picked up the now frantic
pace of our fucking, my finger now moving along with my cock, in and
out, the pressure from her body as her brown eye opened and closed
around it quite erotic. We were both animals now, fucking without
abandon, each lost in the world of pleasure that we brought each
other. With every stroke, the problems of the world seemed to grow
further and further away, sending me to a distant place where only
bliss could follow. Katherine cried out loudly atop me, an almost
earth shattering scream that would surely wake up the neighbors as her
orgasm hit, the finish line of sexual bliss overwhelming her as the
race neared completion. She came atop my prick, her asshole tightening
incredibly around my finger as the moment arrived, her body focused
only on releasing the valve of sexual pressure that had been building
in her.

	I was right behind her, not even having time truly to feel the orgasm
in my balls shoot forth. It seemed to just happen by it's own accord,
with a quickness that was both staggering and amazingly strong, the
cum spewing from my prick in against her pussy walls as I came very
hard. My legs twitched and both of our bodies shuddered slightly from
the release, Katherine's own orgasm ending seemingly at the second
that mine started. I thrust into her deeper and deeper, my prick
battering against her cervix as the last load of cum arrived, firing
boldly into her as I felt my dick twitch out the final load before
beginning to soften slightly. The storm had passed.

	Katherine collapsed atop me, her chest heaving with sweat and
exhertion as I too breathed heavily, enjoying the feel of her hair
against my cheek as I plucked my finger slowly from her ass and traced
it up her back, placing my hand between her shoulder blades as I held
her tightly against me. Her breathing began to ease up a bit and
within seemingly moments, Katherine was fast asleep atop of me, her
body unable to take any more without some kind of rest.

	Laying there as my panting subsided, I glanced over at the living
room window, watching as the sun slowly began to rise over the hills
of Hollywood, daybreak bringing an end to the very long night. I
closed my eyes just for a moment to rest, but before I knew it I too
was asleep there on the couch, our bodies still held together by the
bond that had united us in the first place: the burning desire for the
loving touch and caress of another person.


	We slept for a few hours in that same position, my now soft prick
managing to work itself free of her vice like cunt. Laying there, I
could see outside that the sun had risen quite far, almost at the
midpoint in the sky as the lazy sunbeams and the familiar sounds of
traffic managed to filter in through the drawn blinds and thick window
panes. My awakening must have stirred Katherine as well, for she
lifted her head from my chest and, smiling at me, slowly lifted
herself off of my body, moving very slow as she knelt on the back
cushion of the couch. She yawned as she patted my leg with her hand,
leaning back against the couch, her head resting on the back as her
hair draped over the edge.

	"Good morning," she said groggily with a sigh, her eyes closed as she
lay there on the couch. I lifted myself up slightly on the couch,
laying my head on the armrest as I looked at her. Her legs slightly
spread and her body still naked save for the rumpled skirt she wore, I
could see that a lot of the redness had started to fade around her
newly added tattoo. It was still slightly scabbed over, but it didn't
look quite as bad as it had even in the late night light of the
apartment.

	"Morning," I said with a smile, now lifting myself up proper to join
her on the couch. Stretching my arms over head, I ran my hand through
my hair and stood up, grabbing my boxers from the floor on the way. I
cracked my back and re-awoke my body to the world of the living as I
yawned again.

	"Would you like some breakfast?"

	"That would be wonderful, thank you Alex. Do you happen to have any
of Petty's clothes by the way? I really need to take a shower,"

	"I think so. Try looking in the closet. The shower is right in the
bathroom in the bedroom, so make yourself comfortable while I get
breakfast going,"

	Katherine smiled and stood up from the couch, pulling her dress down
now over her legs but choosing to leave her blouse off. She walked a
little hesitantly towards the bedroom and disappeared from my sight as
I moved to the kitchen to start breakfast.

	She emerged 15 minutes later wearing an oversized sweatshirt and one
of Petty's pair of old jeans. Perhaps it was the fond memories I still
held about Petty in such casual wear, but Katherine looked amazingly
sexy in the clothes as she moved to the kitchen table, taking a cup of
coffee I had already poured. I set down some eggs and hash browns on
the table for each of us and we ate in silence for a few moments,
Katherine practically devouring her food immediately, while I found
myself to be quite hungry and was quick to follow her.

	After finishing her eggs, Katherine sipped her coffee and spoke.

	"Thank you for last night Alex. For everything,"

	"Not a problem Katherine. I'll always be here to help you out
whenever you need it,"

	"I know," she said, smiling shyly at me. That was the look of hers
that I liked the best I decided - a subtle, innocent looking smile.

	"So now that we have both gotten some sleep, I was thinking in the
shower about what we should do,"

	"What do you mean?"

	"About Antamount and the Rose Petal business,"

	"Oh yes, I had managed to put it out of my mind for a minute there,"

	"I wish I could say the same thing, but unfortunately it has been
eating away at me since I've been awake,"

	I said nothing to this, but encouraged her to go on. "What do you
think we should do?"

	"Well, here's the thing. We are both in very different situations
here. I'm much deeper in and know far more than I probably even want
to, while you are still pretty deep in this whole fucked up scheme,
only from a different perspective,"

	"Right,"

	"But the thing is, even though we are looking at it differently, we
still have a lot of common problems. Namely, how to deal with the
people involved, the people who are our bosses, in a world where
relationships and connections are king,"

	I nodded.

	"For me, it won't be impossible to manage. I've been stuck in this
sub-servant role for a while now and I can hold my own, barring
nothing strange coming along. You however, really don't have any chips
to maneuver with,"

	"I could just not be involved in the movie anymore,"

	"I don't think that is a good idea. It's too risky, sends too many
signals,"

	"I've already told them that I didn't want to be involved any more.
They even sent Monica Bellucci to...convince me otherwise,"

	"Well then that is your in. You could use that to say that your
decision was based on what Monica wanted you to do. And I don't even
think I have to ask how that Italian succubus tried to 'convince'
you,"

	"Point taken. I still don't know...it will be really damn hard to
look them straight in the eye when I know so much. They might catch
on,"

	Katherine stared at me hard, a look of determination in her eyes.

	"If they do, they do. Now look, I will also keep up my role in the
Rose Petals. Maybe I can learn more about them, what the flaws in the
organization are and who wants out. I mean, a secret society can't
stay secret forever,"

	We sat in silence for a moment, letting the whole thing sink in.

	"Then what? How long do we wait, how long do we play by their rules?"

	"For however long it takes I think. These people are serious as a
heart attack Alex. They won't hesitate to kill you and to make me
disappear by smearing me in the tabloids. It's best not to fuck around
with them until we have an out, a plan of action,"

	"And what exactly are you thinking in that regard Katherine? How the
hell do we try and hurt an organization where the only way to tell the
members is by seeing them naked?"

	Katherine looked down at the table in thought, finishing the last
bite of her eggs. Sipping her coffee, she finally looked up at me, her
eyes glittering with possibility.

	"I know someone who might want to help us. Give me some time to set
things up with him and then let's see what his take on this thing is.
If we can get his help, then we might stand a chance,"




WILLIS' STORY:

	Straightening my tie, I cleared my throat as I rested my hands on the
heavy oak board room table.

	"I'm glad you are all here gentlemen. You are obviously anxious to
find out the status of our organization, where we stand in regards to
the inroads we have made into the Hollywood star system, and I won't
keep you long. I have a lunch date with a future prospect to attend to
any ways,"

	The table seemed to nod their heads in unison. They were a well
dressed and unthreatening looking group: aging business men, a few
going completely bald atop their heads while others simply seemed to
age with dignity, a few wrinkles not with standing. They were the
backbone of my organization, the life blood that helped get it off the
ground and what kept it flowing even right now. They had kicked in
money from off shore bank accounts, personal checks and ambiguous
company write offs. Collectively, these twenty men represented some of
the most powerful business and political interests around the world.
Their companies and own organizations spanned four continents, and the
heady rush at speaking to a room like this was a bit intoxicating.

	Taking a sip of water from a glass on the table, it's sweat leaving a
slight ring on the expensive wood, I walked over to a white board
behind me, reaching into my pocket to pull out a remote for the
projector.

	"As you can see by these figures, our year end goals have more than
been met. We have successfully reached out to the top talent in the
fields of film and television completely, are making great progress
into the world of music with Antamount Records and by years end we
hope to start capitalizing on the growing women's sports field. There
do remain a few hold outs in the Hollywood system, some of the bigger
paycheck pulling women like Roberts and Diaz but we are working our
hardest to bring them into our fold," I said, pointing to pie charts
and bar graphs on the projected screen behind me, the only sound in
the office the hum of the projector itself and some muffled sounds
from outside the conference room.

	"Now, clearly having control over the talent in the entertainment
industry is important. But what we hope to achieve in our three-year
prospectus is nothing short of positioning our representatives inside
of the five big studios and entertainment companies, where they will
undoubtedly ascend the corporate ladder and act in our interest. This
will require quite a bit of press unfortunately, but with the Los
Angeles media on our payroll, and unfortunate squabbles will be
relegated to the back pages of the paper," I continued.

	"Once we feel confident that our interests are being met in North
America, I personally feel that it will be apt time to expand abroad.
The European market is always steady, and with Latin America simply
ripe for the picking and Asia on the rise in their tough economic
times, this should not be too difficult. Our coup de tas in the world
of entertainment should go off without a hitch, if our current
projections are to be believed," I finished, pausing once again to sip
some water. "I will now open up the floor to questions,"

	A row of hands were raised around the table and, so as not to play
favorites, I chose the one closest to me.

	"Yes, Mr. Eisner," I said, pointing at him. The head of the Mouse
empire stood up, straightening his tie as he began to speak in that
somewhat raspy voice of his.

	"With all of this talk of expansion, I want to know what is being
done internally in the studio system. You mentioned that Ms. Roberts
is a current priority, but is it conceivable that we can hope to limit
the power of the female players in the Hollywood world anytime soon?"
he said, his gray eyes staring at me hard.

	"Excellent question. That is where our establishment of the Rose
Petals Club comes in. We have planted within the star system an
organization strictly controlled by us, which acts as a conduit for
sucking in new and old talent to our whim. I have appointed the very
capable and trust worthy Salma Hayek to act as a figurehead in the
organization, working with her and team of writers to create a
mythology around the group that will not only hook but keep any rising
star from getting too high in the grand scheme of things. There have
been a few...unfortunates... who have been lost to the cause due to
the Rose Petals Club, but they have successfully been buried by the
press and as such will no longer pose a threat. We also are working
with interests in Columbia and the Middle East to add narcotics into
the mix if necessary, giving Hayek and her members a stronger crutch
to lean upon. If we can not hook their minds via mythology, then
certainly the use of narcotics will allow us to snare their bodies. I
hope that has answered your question Mr. Eisner. Next please?"

	Eisner sat down and the room turned towards the back of the table to
look at Mr. Kyokota, a small Asian man who had stood up slowly. His
hair was a rich silver gray and his face still had some of that
boyhood charm, but he offered no smile or look of kindness as he bowed
slightly before speaking.

	"What of this talk I have been hearing of a resistance to our plans?
A...how do you Americans say...uprising? This is not good indeed Mr.
Willis, and I believe I speak for the group when I say that our
investment in finances and our investment in face value is not
something to be easily brushed off," Kyokota said, his words coming
steadily and coldly, without the slightest hint of sentiment or
emotional attachment. The group murmured softly to itself, whispering
and talking in hushed tones with one another. To quell it, I returned
the emphasis with some cold words of my own.

	"There is no resistance, no uprising. This rumor has been plaguing us
for the past three years and nothing has ever shown itself to be proof
in that regard. Should any problems such as that ever actually reveal
themselves to be true dangers to us, we would act quickly to remove
them and ensure that no financial or face is lost in the process," I
said, my icy words cutting the room silent like the flick of a switch
as I glared around the room. The fact that Kyokota actually brought
this up irritated me to no end, but I knew in dealing with the
Japanese that any sign of anger or hesitance was a sign of weakness.

	A few hands that had been raised went down, with only one remaining.
I was relieved that it was simply Senator Mitchell from Kansas, a slow
witted fellow whose connections to high standing officials and
business men had bought his way into the organization.

	"Yes, one final question,"

	"When will we see a financial return and how much more funds do you
need to continue the operation?" he asked, in his slow Mid-Western
drawl. I sighed under my breath, glad that there had been no
follow-ups to Kyokota's questioning.

	"That gentlemen, is something I will turn over to my associate Mr.
Hapsboro. He is far more talented with numbers than I, and has already
laid out a spreadsheet of cost benefit analysis. I must bid you all
ado however now, else risking being late for a lunch appointment," I
said, motioning to Gordon on my right. He stood up with a smile and
walked over to me as I handed him the projector remote.

	Leaning in close to his ear, I whispered to him. "Take care of the
Kyokota problem,"

	Turning my head to face the men again, I smiled widely, that same
grand-fatherly smile that had gotten me this far in the first place.

	"Good day gentlemen," I said, waving to them as I exited the room.


	My driver was waiting for me in the parking lot, and within a few
minutes we had arrived at the bistro agreed upon earlier in the day by
my secretary and my new prospect's agent. Sitting down at a quaint
table, the lunch time crowd bustling and chattering around me, I
neatly folded my napkin in my lap.

	I didn't have to wait long before a simply ravishing blonde woman
approached my table from the entrance, her long legs and beautiful
smile making my heart take pause. She was so innocent looking, it
almost felt bad that I would have to bring her into this inevitable
hell that I was creating for myself. But investors were impatient and
the game was too far along to stop now, so I was left with no choice.

	"Ah, Ms. Mol. So wonderful to finally meet you in person," I said,
gesturing towards her chair as the greeter removed it for her.

	"Thank you Mr. Willis. And please, call me Gretchen. Before we order,
I simply have to thank you for speaking to David E. Kelly and getting
me that part on his new show. I feel that this could truly and finally
be the big break that my career needs to make me a household name. I
am so excited," she said, bubbling as she smiled at me. She was
undoubtedly one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, her face
so cute and her eyes so alive with energy.

	"I only help out those who I feel to be deserving. And you Ms.
Mol...Gretchen...are most certainly one of those special few. And
since we are making clear our feelings for one another right off the
bat, something direct that I like about you, I must ask you a
question," I said, smiling at her in that warm way that I knew was my
strongest strength in negotiating.

	"Please Mr. Willis, go ahead. I am more than willing to answer
anything you might throw at me," she giggled, sipping her water.

	I cleared my throat, the line now memorized in my head so completely
that all I had to do was fill in the blanks. "Now Gretchen, the
television 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..."




CHARLIE'S STORY:

	My head was jerked up quickly, too quickly, I felt the blood rush to
my temples in a throbbing flood as my eyes grew black and I felt
dizzy, about to pass out. I tried to lift my arms to my desk to steady
myself, but the men held them down as they yanked viciously on my
hair. My neck snapped backwards as I gasped, my teeth gritted
painfully as my head was held at an awkward angle against my neck.

	"You don't pay on time from now on Charlie, Dennis and I will be back
to make sure you don't gets no more chance. We clear?" Bernie said.
His fat hands held onto my hair tightly, wrapping it around his meaty
fingers as they held me out from the desk. I was already gasping from
the sucker punch they had delivered to my gut a moment earlier but
right now I was more concerned with them snapping my neck like a twig.

	"I told you, I didn't have the money this time. I can win it back!,"
I said through my teeth, immediately regretting my forwardness.

	SLAM! My head went into the desk again. Hard enough this time to make
me black out for a few seconds.

	I felt my head throb even more now and could feel a small trickle of
blood leaking out of my forehead, strangely comforting in the physical
state I was in.
	
	Mercifully, I felt the hand on top of my head relax as Bernie moved
away from me.

	"I don't know why we fucking deal with little fucks like you Charlie.
You aren't even worth the fucking effort," he said viciously, walking
away from my desk, my arms finally free. I thought for a moment of
jumping up after him, but my reason (some might call it coward-ness)
took over and I sat motionless, lifting only my head to watch them as
the trickle of blood adjusted it's route and leaked into my eye
painfully.

	Through my one good eye I watched as Bernie wiped his hands on my
jacket hanging on the coat stand, Dennis holding the door for him as
they walked out. They were big men and had to turn sideways to even
get through the door of my office.

	"Don't fuck with Mr. Bois again Charlie. That's a personal piece of
advice," Bernie said, slamming the door.

	As I listened to them descend the steps and shut the front door, I
finally found the strength to move, standing up on wobbly legs as I
staggered over to the mirror. Shit, they really did a number on my
face. My one eye was swollen and blood caked as the wound from my
widows peak continued to drip down like slow moving paint over it. My
hair was all messed up (what little I had still anyways) and my cheeks
were swollen from the blow to the desk. Moving my tongue around in my
mouth, I was glad they didn't knock loose any teeth. For now any ways.

	Reaching into the desk drawer underneath the mirror, I took out a
dirty towel and wiped my face with it, the rough unwashed material
scratchy as I gently touched the wound. The dizziness was gone but I
still looked like hell. My shoulders hurt from where they had pulled
my arms back to land that punch, but as I rotated them slowly I knew
that they hadn't done any permanent damage. Again, for now.

	Sighing to myself, I walked back over to my desk and flopped down. I
opened the middle drawer beneath the desk and pulled out my flask - a
present from my parents during graduation - and took a swig. The
brandy was strong and harsh as it went down, burning my throat as it
screamed towards my stomach. Taking another pull, this one went down
easier as I set the flask down on the desk. I realized that my hands
were trembling slightly and so I quickly put on top of the other to
steady them. Glancing at the desk, I saw today's race form sitting
there, begging me to pick a winner in the 4th, the 5th...it didn't
matter. The piece of paper seemed to taunt me, beckoning me to come
play the ponies just one more time.

	I grabbed the form quickly and tore it up, throwing the pieces into
the trash can. Fuck that. I was already enough in debt that I didn't
need even one more race to keep myself going. Besides, I knew that I
couldn't find enough money for even one ticket before the opening bell
of the race.

	Rubbing my temples, I jerked up straight in the chair as there was a
knock on the door. Oh please God, don't let them come back. They
weren't packing heat last time, don't make them have a gun now!
Quickly putting away the flask, I scanned the desk frantically for a
weapon of some kind, something to defend myself with. All I could find
was a dull letter opener, which I promptly grabbed and hoarded
greedily in my hands beneath my desk. They might get old Charlie, but
not without a fight.

	The knock came again, the door rattling in it's hinges as it always
did no matter how hard the knock. My heart raced as I tried to compose
myself.


	"Yeah, come in," I called, rubbing my finger over the blade of the
letter opener.

	The door opened and in stepped a massive looking line backer type,
dressed in slacks and a maroon shirt and navy blue tie. His shoulders
were massive and broad and for a split second I thought that it was
Dennis, having gone to change shirts before coming back again. I
lifted the letter opener from the desk instinctively but caught myself
as the man, who I now realized I didn't recognize, stepped aside and a
woman followed him.

	In stepped Katherine Heigl, one of Willis' girls, whom I had gotten
to know intimately at one of his parties a few months back. She looked
simply gorgeous, her long legs flowing beneath a summer dress and her
massive tits straining against the fabric of said dress as she walked
in. Her normally long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail behind
her head and though she wore little makeup, the high cheek bones still
made her appear like an angel sent from heaven, like one of those
angels I had seen while attending Mass with my mother as a child.

	She looked nervous as she walked in, pausing a step or two in front
of the door as her bodyguard or whoever shut the door behind her.

	Katherine smiled at me, and for a moment the throbbing of my head
ceased as I was held in her gaze.

	"Hello Charlie, how are you?" she said sweetly. If she only knew how
I was...

	"Fine," I said, my throat dry. Clearing it, I spoke again. "I'm doing
okay Katherine. And you?"

	"I'm doing okay Charlie, thanks," she said, walking further in and
taking a seat in one of my threadbare second hand chairs. She kicked
some files out of the way as she sat down, her escort keeping his
position near the door as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

	"Are you okay Charlie? You look a little rough," Katherine asked, a
look of concern on her face.

	I blotted my forehead with the back of my hand and mustered a weak
smile.

	"I'm fine, don't worry about me. And what do I owe the pleasure of
this visit?" I asked. I wasn't lying either - since my first encounter
with her a few months previous, I had yet to receive a better blowjob
than the one that she gave. I could feel my 46 year old prick managing
to grow slightly hard in my pants just thinking about it now.

	"I came to offer you something," Katherine said. My eyes lit up -
yes! Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all.

	Standing from my desk, I walked over to Katherine, unbuckling my belt
as I walked.

	"Well, okay. I don't normally like having other men around but hey,
whatever works I guess," I said, loosening my pants as I stood in
front of her.

	Katherine recoiled her head away in disgust, much to my surprise.

	"Oh God, no Charlie! Not that! What do you think I am, some kind of
whore?" Katherine spat at me, her head turned away. This pissed me
off. The mouth on this bitch was sure to get her in trouble one of
these days and maybe I needed to be the one to let her know that.

	I slapped her hard across the face as my pants hung around my thighs,
making Katherine's head turn hard as she flopped back in the chair.

	"Damn straight. You are Willis' property woman, or did you forget
that?" I replied angrily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her
escort bodyguard take two biiigggg steps forward towards me, a cold
look of hatred in his eyes that made me flinch in spite of myself.

	Katherine put up a hand to stop him however and the big ox stood
still in his tracks. Whoever he was, she had him trained like a puppy.

	She rubbed her face with her hand and for a moment I felt sorry for
hitting her. Then the gutsy way she had rebuked me rushed back into my
thoughts and any sympathy was quickly drowned out.

	"Are you saying no to me bitch? Maybe I need to give Willis a call
and let him know that his whores are being mouthy lately," I replied
angrily, my fists clenched tightly at my sides.

	Katherine turned her head to look at me, her eyes pleading with me.

	"No Charlie, don't. Please. Just listen to me, hear me out on what I
have to say, alright? Please?" she said. She sounded like a scared
little girl and in spite of my anger, I figured that I could at least
hear her small talk for a minute or two before we got down to
business.

	"Fine, talk," I grumbled, zipping my pants up and walking back to the
desk. Her man servant or whatever the fuck her was resumed his
position against the wall, but his gaze never left my every move.

	"I came here to make you an offer, and to talk to you about Mr.
Willis. Is that alright?" she said.

	"I have no problem with you bitching about him to me, if that's what
you mean. But your offer has peaked my interest. Go on Katherine,"

	She sighed heavily and brushed her hair out from her eyes, her right
cheek red from my palm still.

	"I...we...need your help in taking Willis and his whole operation
down," she said.

	I tried not to look surprised, but it was almost incredible after
hearing that statement. In fact, it was almost laughable that this
little nobody would try to worm her nose up into the business of one
of the most powerful men in the country. Take Willis down indeed.

	"You've got to be joking," I said, chuckling to myself at the mere
idea. She stared at me hard.

	"No, I'm not. The only reason I came to you is that I know you have
had problems with him in the past, that he hasn't always helped you
out like he should. That you of all people might be willing to even
entertain the idea of getting back at him. You've seen the way he and
his lap dog Hapsboro treat me and the other girls he's lured in.
You've seen how he has reduced us to whores to do his bidding, just as
you said. And if there is any decency left in Charlie Watterson at
all, I think you know how wrong that is," she said, continuing to
stare at me hard.

	"Please! Katherine, whatever beef I have with Willis is between me
and him and most certainly not you. I don't know where you get off
coming in here with these stupid ideas and your bodyguards or whatever
the fuck Ox over there is supposed to be, but you can just get it out
of your head right now," I replied coldly. Reaching into my desk, I
pulled out my flask once again, taking a hard, long pull on it.
Regardless of how dumb she sounded now, I still didn't want to be
hearing this. A man in Hollywood quickly learns to filter out the
things he hears, and this was something that most certainly needed
filtering.

	"I know about Jessica, Charlie," she said coldly. I stopped in mid
sip of the brandy, the metal flask pressing against my lips as the
liquid fire inside sloshed around.

	"You don't know shit," I said, pulling the container from my mouth
and capping it back up, sliding it back into the desk in one fluid
motion.

	"That's not true. I know everything. People talk Charlie. They talk
about how you were this big hot shot producer. How every film you
touched was a sure fire hit. How you had Hollywood served up on a
silver platter," she continued.
	
	"Well you heard wrong. I never had any power over Hollywood, I just
had a long lucky run,"

	"Yes, you did. Too lucky almost. You tried to push things by bringing
in new talent, didn't you Charlie? You tried to take control of it all
- the casting, the production, the asking price for your films,
everything. But you got greedy didn't you Charlie? You wanted too
much," she said.

	I stood up from my desk and leaned across it, glaring at her.

	"You better watch your fucking mouth," I growled, a snarl crossing my
lips. To my amazement, she continued unfazed.

	"You brought in Jessica Biel for one of your projects. She was your
pride and joy. You discovered her and convinced her to come to
Hollywood and then you seduced her with ideas and promises of fame and
fortune and the adoration of millions of people. But it didn't go like
you wanted it to, did it Charlie? You're Hollywood dream existed only
on screen didn't it?"

	I felt a well of emotions beneath the surface - it was as if I was a
separate person, one simply watching myself from outside my body as my
mouth let my emotions run free.

	"Shut up! Jessica was...Jessica is...she's not important any more!"

	"Oh, but she is Charlie. What happened to her huh? You introduced her
as your date at one of Willis' parties. You told him how big of a star
she was going to be. How proud and happy you were to have full control
over her career. But you said these things to the wrong person
Charlie, didn't you?"

	"I...I..."

	"You fucked up. Willis smelled fresh meat and he moved in for the
kill, whisking her away. First to projects of his own, then into the
little harem he had built for himself here in LA. When was the last
time you talked to her Charlie? A month? Six months? Two years?"

	I collapsed into the chair, my eyes welling up with tears. Damn it, I
couldn't let this woman get to me like this! I was Charlie FUCKING
Watterson!

	"I...I don't know,"

	"Two years I bet then. That's a long time to sit and think things
over, isn't it Charlie? To think about how you had the whole world and
the control over one person in your hands and how you lost it, how you
messed up," she said, each word tearing through me like a bullet
ripping through my chest.

	My outside view of myself could now see my real self sobbing like a
baby in my chair. I wanted to crawl under a rock and be left alone at
that point, but what was I to do? I had done the one thing you never
should in this game: I let my emotions get the best of me.

	"Two years is about right," I said, sobbing into my hands. "She never
even called me,"

	"And that makes you angry, doesn't it Charlie?" Katherine said, her
voice more reassuring now, like a mother's to a child.

	"Yes...yes..."

	"Deep down, you blame this all on Willis, as you should. And I know
you've had these dark, deep thoughts buried far inside about how to
get back at him for this. How to get your life back, how to get
Jessica back, haven't you?"

	"Yes...why are you doing this? Oh Godddddd!!"

	"Because we want to get back at him too Charlie, and you can help us.
You can move within his ranks like we can't. You can help us take him
down.

	I laid my head on my desk, crying softly into my shirt sleeve, hating
myself more and more for every tear.

	"What...wha...do you want me to do?"

	"I want your commitment. I want you to use any connections you have
to help Alex and I strike at Willis, to get back at him for the way
he's treated me and the girls before me and you and all the other
people whose lives he has destroyed. In return, you have mine and
Alex's promise that we will help you get Jessica back for you, to help
you salvage what's left of your life," she said.

	"Who, who is Alex?" I said, lifting my head as I wiped my tears away.
The man in the corner walked over towards me hesitantly, as if I would
bite his hand or something.

	"Alexander Hilt. I'm a screen writer for Willis and...well, I used to
be. Now I'm not so sure," he said, extending his hand out to my
slowly, watching my every move. I took it and shook it gently, my
fingers wet from my blubbering.

	Wiping my eyes clear now, I leaned back in my chair and sniffled away
the last of my heartache as I sighed.

	"What do you want me to do?" I said. "Even though you are right,
Willis deserves to pay, I can't promise anything and I think you know
that,"

	"I do. But what I want to hear from you is that you will try. That
you will help us however you can without letting on that you are. Can
you do that Charlie? We may not need your help, but in this rebellion
we have begun, we need all the allies we can get," she said, standing
up from her chair as I watched her shapely form move towards the door.

	"I'll do what I can Katherine, that's all I can promise," I said to
her, trying not too sound like the blubbering mess I had become in the
last five minutes.

	"Thank you Charlie. I'll call you when and if I know how you can
help, ok?"

	"Ok Katherine," I said as she opened the door.

	Her escort, Alex I now knew, stepped outside the door and Katherine
followed, pulling it almost closed behind her. She stuck her head back
in for a moment, a smile on her face.

	"Oh, and just between me and you Charlie, I always did enjoy the
taste of your cock in my mouth," she said with a warm smile.

	I laughed at this and smiled at her.

	"Thanks," I said, watching as she smiled back before closing the door
behind her.

	For the second time that day, I wondered what kind of mess I had
gotten myself into.




PETTY'S STORY:

	I learned very quickly that things happen very fast in this industry.
No sooner had I finished recording my single with Beyonce (it came the
next morning, with a few minor tweaks to the baseline after our
rendezvous in her hotel suite) than I was already jamming away with a
full on band in the same studio, laying down a dozen tracks or so.
Within two weeks, we had actually finished recording and the
technician, Bill Blake, was putting the final production credits on
it. Then it was just a matter of shooting the cover art and doing the
insert booklet and my album was completely done. It had made my head
spin how fast the whole process was done, but in the cut throat pop
music world I suppose that was necessary - it was all about the
product and getting it to consumers as fast as possible. Because of
this rushed effort, I decided on the title of "Whirlwind" for the
album itself, which was taken from one of my favorite tracks.

	Now though, I was flying out to New York City to appear on Total
Request Live with Beyonce to debut our single, "Mind Boggling Man". I
felt extremely excited that I was going to be on the show, even in the
limited capacity of a back up singer, but I knew that this was just a
stepping stone. First the back up singing, then the full album and
then...it scared me to think of how fast I might ascend to the level
of fame. I had called all of my friends and family and told them to
watch me. I had been on the outs with my mother for going on five
years now, but Alex had encouraged me to at least stay in touch with
her so that she knew I was doing ok. When I called to tell her the
good news, she immediately asked about Alex, something that made me
wince.

	"How is he doing Petty? Has he found fame and fortune like you?" she
said, her voice sounding a bit tinny on the phone.

	"Last time I heard, he was doing alright," I replied, my voice
deadpan so that she could infer that it was a sore topic. But like she
always seemed to do, she wouldn't let up and pressed on.

	"Last you heard? Oh Petty...don't tell me that you two broke up!" she
wailed into the phone. My mother was a firm believer in strong, solid
relationships and though she had never met him in person, I knew from
their conversations on the phone that she really seemed to like Alex.
In truth, I liked him well enough too and sometimes felt myself
missing him, but after the fight we had, I wasn't about to go crawling
back to him.

	"Yes mother, we broke up. I'd really rather not talk about him if
that is ok with you," I said, trying not to sound angry.

	"You two seemed so happy together. Like two of a kind, the nice
perfect couple. I told old Mrs. Glickman about you two and how
peaceful your life was and,"

	"Is this going anywhere mother? I really have a lot of stuff to do
before my trip," I snapped, interrupting her.

	There was a momentary pause on the other line. "No, I suppose not. I
just hope you stay out of trouble now that Alex is gone Petty,"

	I sighed loudly into the phone. "I will mother, don't worry. I really
need to get going now so..."

	"Yes yes, I understand. Good bye Petty, I will watch for you on
television. One more thing...I'm very proud of you,"

	This hit me hard. My mother never complimented me - not when I was a
kid and not now. My heart felt tight at her words but there was just
too much baggage to show it.

	"Thank you. Good bye," I said, forcing myself to hang up the phone. I
set the receiver down and bent my head over, breathing hard as her
words washed over me.


	That was last night and as far as I was concerned, in the past.
Antamount had flown me out on a private jet with some of their suits,
who had spent the duration of the long flight chattering away about
deals and what not towards the front of the cabin. That left me the
entire back two rows to put my feet up and relax, trying to calm my
jitters about the show today.

	When I touched down in New York, a limo was waiting for me (and only
me, the suits embarking on their own errands) to take me to Times
Square and MTV's studios. The afternoon sun in the city was still high
in the sky, and the heat was uncomfortably hot, even on the ground
with the tall sky scrapers over head. As the limo turned the corner
into Times Square, I saw the gaggle of teenagers waving signs and
chatting with one another, all of them there hoping to catch a glimpse
of celebrities zooming by, not to mention getting a coveted request in
on the show. I rolled down the window of the limo to look at them and
noticed that they really didn't give two shits about me. They watched
me drive by, scoping me out for a moment in excited anticipation but I
guess I disappointed because they quickly returned to their
conversations.

	The limo pulled into the MTV parking lot and I was led out by the
driver. A short, stocky man with thick glasses was there waiting for
me, a gigantic clip board in his hand.

	"Hello Petty, I'm Roger, I will be your liaison today here at the
studio. Antamount sent me specifically to be at your beck and call
today so if there is anything you need, please let me know. I spoke
with your agent, Rick Dugan on the phone and we have laid out your
dressing room just the way you like it. Is there anything else you
need right away?" the man said, his words a little jumbled and fast. I
was struck by the speed in which he talked and yet amazed that I could
actually follow him. I knew that New Yorkers had a habit of talking
fast (a sharp contrast to those in LA) but this guy was a master at
it.

	We walked through the parking garage and into the elevator leading to
the studio floor. The elevator was old and clanky, it's metal track
grunting as we ascended upward. This created a bit of an uncomfortable
silence in the enclosed space. I would normally have been friendly
towards this apparent lackey, but what was there really to say?

	Hitting the 2nd floor, I waited patiently for the ride to be over.
Roger however, had other things on his mind.

	"Oh! Before I forget! Mr. Hapsboro instructed me to give you these
forms relating to your album and appearances on the show and any other
publicity. He said that he meant to have it ready for you while you
were recording, but that this was the quickest it could get done," he
said, thrusting his heavy clipboard out to me. I watched his expectant
eyes warily as I took the clipboard, scanning the mountain of pages.

	I felt rushed as he stared at me, so I quickly went through the
pages, looking for anything that caught my eye. It was pretty boring
stuff, mostly legalese written to say that I would give ownership of
the album to Antamount, blah blah. I didn't really like the idea of
signing my songs away to a corporation, but I certainly wasn't going
to blow a record deal over that. I could always write more songs, I
reasoned, so what if these belonged to them?

	Finding the appropriate lines, I signed my name, initialed where it
told me to and X-ed where I had to. Handing the heavy clipboard back
to Roger, he smiled as the elevator dinged at our floor.

	"Thanks. Now, follow me," he said, leading the way. 

	Like my first experience with Antamount's offices, the ones at MTV
were nothing to be impressed about. They looked like any other office
building, with people rushing by and doors opening and closing to
offices as phones rang constantly. We walked through a metal door
labeled simply SETS and that's when the magic of television finally
showed itself.

	We passed by the MTV News set, empty right now except for a janitor
sweeping up, the lights hanging high over head turned off. I could see
the desk where many an MTV News anchor sat, the blue screen behind
them giving away the secrets to the world of television. We passed
through another door at the end of the hall and I knew from the
chatter behind it as we approached that this must be where TRL was.

	It was just like you see on the show, only much bigger. The set was
in the corner of the building, the resident teenagers sitting
patiently as they chatted with themselves and to friends on cell
phones, just like the ones outside. Carson Daly was standing off to
the side, the makeup people applying the finishing touches as he
stared out the window to watch the traffic go by. The rest of the room
was pretty much empty, the set fading away like a piece of a puzzle
lost from it's brothers, as camera men checked angles and production
assistants moved like ants, scurrying around as the show was about to
start. Roger led me up to Carson Daly as the makeup assistant walked
away.

	"Carson, this is Petty. She's going to be doing the duet with Beyonce
later on in the show," Roger said, motioning for us to shake hands. He
looked at me and smiled, shaking my hand. He was much shorter than I
had thought, the screen obviously giving him height.

	"Hi, glad you're going to be on the show. I love your new song with
Beyonce, it's kickin," he said warmly.

	"Uh, thanks," I said, letting my hand fall to my side. I had expected
something more than "kickin" for praise but whatever works.

	Carson walked to a nearby table and opened a bottle of water, sipping
it gently so as not to mess up his makeup from any splashing. Not
knowing what else to do, I followed him over.

	"So, how's the show going?" I asked, trying to make small talk.

	"It's not bad I guess. The ratings are still high so I guess I will
get to do this for a while longer," he replied. I looked into his
eyes, trying to see if he was really as slow witted as the show made
him appear, or if it was all just an act. Sadly, there didn't seem to
be much going on behind them as he smiled dopily at me.

	"This will be a good show. First you and Beyonce will perform, then
later we have Avril Lavinge stopping by to play one of her jams," he
said, reverting again to that "hip" lingo of his audience.

	"Cool. I'm really nervous about this whole thing. I've never been on
television before," I said, feeling strangely comfortable opening up
to him.

	"Na, don't worry about it. Our viewers don't really care how you act,
in case you didn't notice, so if you mess up, it ain't no thang,"

	His use of slang was starting to annoy me, so I looked for a way out
of the conversation.

	"Have you seen Roger? He just sort of left me here and I needed to
talk to him about something," I lied, looking worried as best as I
could as I looked around.

	"Who?"

	"The guy who introduced us,"

	"Sorry, I'm not following," 

	"Never mind," I said, backing away from him. I walked over to where a
group of PA's were standing, standing away from them so as not to get
in the way. Over a loud speaker that I guess I hadn't seen when I
walked in, a voice called "30 seconds to air"

	People now scrambled like mad, Carson walking over to the set as the
audience applauded and cheered wildly. A PA handed him a microphone as
he straightened his hair, smiling at the crowd.

	"10 seconds!"

	I moved where I could see things, inadvertently stepping in the way
of a camera for a moment before one of the young assistants yanked me
hard by the arm, pulling me back. I felt resentment towards her as the
show began - how dare she jerk me around like that? I was one of the
guests today!


	"5...4...3...2..."

	"Hi, I'm Carson Daly and welcome to Total Request Live. We have a
great show today, Beyonce Knowles is here to do her hit song with
Petty, and Avril Lavinge will be stopping by later in the show for an
interview and to sing as well. But let's kick things off right now
with a new video from Britney Spears..."


	Beyonce arrived on set about 5 minutes before we were supposed to go
on, her entourage carrying all her things: wardrobe, purse, bottled
water, etc as she pranced around like a diva, pausing only to let the
makeup people descend upon her. She saw me standing there watching the
show and as I turned to look at her, she smirked widely at me, winking
out of her left eye. I felt myself blush - if only the people here
knew about our night in her hotel room...

	The show went to a commercial and both Beyonce and I were rushed onto
the set. I had put on makeup before leaving, but apparently not to the
satisfaction of the people of the show, because they lunged on me,
pulling my hair this way and that and adding powder to my face and
arms as I took a seat on a stool on the main stage of the show.
Beyonce walked in front of me, adjusting the microphone to her height
as she straightened her hair. She wore a red leather cat suit like
thing, the front zipped almost all the way down to expose her ample
cleavage. I was handed a guitar as I sat there, feeling very nervous.
I tried not to think about the huge audience watching, about all the
things that could go wrong in the song. Instead, I found myself
envisioning the clubs in LA where I had first gotten my start, the
blinding stage lights keeping the audience from my view as I sang. The
thought of this inevitably brought Alex to my mind and I could feel
myself growing upset from all the emotions running through me right
then and there.

	Somehow sensing this, Beyonce turned and looked at me, smiling
warmly.

	"Don't sweat it girl, we are gonna knock them dead!" she said
enthusiastically as a stage hand called out that the show was about to
come back. I sighed to myself heavily as I straightened the guitar on
my knee and the people around me suddenly vanished, scurrying out of
the way of the camera.

	"Hey, welcome back to TRL. Continuing her solo career, today we have
Beyonce Knowles from Destiny's Child here to perform her new song
"Mind Boggling Man", featuring new comer Petty on the guitar. This
song is off the hook, so if you haven't heard it then you will really
be in for a treat," Carson said. The audience clapped and cheered
politely as I saw the camera from the side of the room move over to
us. The now familiar baseline to me began to kick in the background as
Beyonce went into performer mode, strutting and flaunting her golden
brown body for the camera's lens as my hand instinctively began to
play along to the music.

	Beyonce stepped up to the microphone and closed her eyes, her hips
swaying as the tempo got to the first verse. Sighing to myself again,
I knew there was no turning back.

	"OOOOhhh let me tell ya honey, oh yeah, about my mind bogglin'
man!...Uhh! He comes home every night...sayin he workin as hard as he
can, oh yeah!" Beyonce sang, her voice booming from her thin body like
a woman twice her size.

	"But when I see him out there...workin' all the hours...I know he out
with another girl...givin her MY flowers!"

	This was my cue. 

	"Hey sista...you don't need that mista...we ain't got no need in this
world...for that mind bogglin man!" I sang, my voice hitting all the
right notes and encouraging me further as the chorus faded into
Beyonce's second verse via a series of beeps and thumps.

	As the song wore on, I felt myself relaxing completely and getting
very much into the groove of the song. We had sung it over and over
while recording and I knew the words by heart now as Beyonce and I
finished up our 3 minute set.

	"So come on girls, let's go girls, all the girls...ditch that MIND
BOGGLIN' MANNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!" Beyonce sang in a final crescendo as
the song ended.


	The audience went absolutely wild, clapping and yelling and cheering
so much that it actually scared me. I had never heard an audience get
that rowdy before, at least when I was the performer and not a
cheering member of the audience. I stood up on shaky knees and turned
towards them, smiling as I bowed politely, guitar in my sweaty
somewhat shaky hand.

	Carson walked over to us, shaking first Beyonce's hand, then my own.

	"Wow ladies, that was great. Tell me, how did you two hook up?" he
asked, reading off the teleprompter.

	Beyonce looked at me, indicating that I could answer the question. I
hadn't really been told what to say, so I just said the first thing
that came out of my mouth.

	"I just signed with Antamount Records a few weeks ago and they said
they wanted me to do a single with Beyonce. I didn't want to turn them
down, so I guess that's how we got hooked up," I said nervously,
trying not to look too directly into the camera.

	"Great, great. Tell me Beyonce, what's it like working with someone
from a rock background when all you've done before is r&b?" Carson
asked as the camera panned to him and Beyonce.

	"Well, you know Carson, I love all kinds of music. I even suggested
putting in some real instruments in for my first single, and that's
what led to Petty. She's a great musician and I'm sure she will be a
big star and I just wanted to say I worked with her first, you know?"
Beyonce said coolly as she hugged me by the shoulders. She was no
stranger to the camera and her poise impressed me.

	"I wish you two the best of luck. Beyonce's album is already out
right now, so go by and pick it up if you haven't already. Petty, any
plans on an album of your own?"

	"Y..yes Carson, I just finished laying it down about a week ago and
it should be out...uhh, I guess whenever they release it," I said,
unable to contain myself from giggling. "It's going to be called
'Whirlwind', that much I know,"

	"Ok, well, look for Petty's solo album...whenever they release it,"
Carson said, chuckling. "We'll be right back after this with some more
videos and your requests, and Avril Lavinge in an hour or so,"

	The light above the camera went off and two PA's rushed onto the set
to pick up the mic stand and the stool I was sitting on as we were led
off the stage. Out of the camera's sight, Beyonce turned to me as she
ran her hands through her hair.

	"You did great girl. I'd love to stay and talk about it with ya, but
they are telling me I gotta go do some charity event tonight in
Boston, so I gotta get going. Holla at me later if you want to, just
ask Hapsboro for my number," she said, giving me a hug. I could feel
the moisture between her breasts as she pressed her body against me.
Though she was taller than me, at this moment I felt like a dwarf
compared to her and her celebrity. She smiled down at me and our eyes
locked for a moment, remembering that night together. With no one
looking, she bent down and kissed me softly on the cheek.

	"Cya round girl," Beyonce said, turning away to her waiting entourage
by the door.

	Taking a deep breath, I felt dizzy and sweaty and excited and calm
and a million other things all at once as the adrenaline rush from
performing slowly faded from me. I was in a daze as I walked over to
one of the assistants.

	"Do you have somewhere I could go to change and maybe shower? I feel
sweaty from the performance," I asked breathlessly, scanning the room.
The guy appeared really busy but he looked up at me regardless,
glancing around.

	"Yeah, there should be an open one down the hall over there. First
door on your right," he said, pointing. I nodded at him and walked
over to where he had indicated as I heard the audience applaud behind
me, the show back on the air.

	Passing through the door quietly, I saw the room he was pointing to.
Not wanting to barge in on anyone, I knocked tentatively. No answer.
Opening the door slowly, I saw that it was a very posh looking
dressing room. One of those "green rooms" you hear about on all the
entertainment shows...and here I was with one all to myself. Shutting
the door behind me, I checked it out: there was a nice vase of flowers
on a mahogany table against the far wall, a semi-open door that led to
a bathroom with a shower, and a closet for hanging costumes and
clothes to change into. There was also a nice looking sofa against the
opposite wall from the table, with a big screen TV standing next to
the table.

	Walking around a little bit more, I headed into the bathroom and took
some of the towels off, wiping my arms and neck from the sweat of the
lights. The shower looked nice and clean and I was about to peel off
my dress and climb in when there was a knock on the door. Fixing my
hair, I walked out of the bathroom and stood in the center of the
room.

	"Come in," I called, the door opening a moment later.

	In walked a Hispanic man with a dirty, thin mustache and slicked back
hair. He wore a leather motorcycle jacket and a pair of faded jeans.
His eyes seemed to register no emotion as he walked in, shutting the
door behind him, a small package underneath his arm.

	"Are you Petty?" he asked, his eyes checking me out hungrily. I
suddenly felt conscious of the man, wondering who he was and what he
was doing in my dressing room.

	"Yes, who are you?" I asked.

	"I am Fernando, Mr. Hapsboro's liaison here in New York. He has sent
me to give you this package, as a gift for your good performance today
on the show," he said, his words sounding almost scripted. He walked
to the table as I watched him, setting the package down. It was a
simple cardboard box, in the shape of a jewelry case, with a string
fastened across the middle.

	I approached him as he set it down on the table, undoing the string
and opening the lid of the box. Inside was a rather full baggie of
white powder. My heart raced as I realized what it was, having not
seen cocaine since my experience that night with Eliza. I felt a surge
rush through my veins as the pleasant memories of the drug's effects
coursed through my brain, the echoes of Eliza's moans and my own
arousal seeming to trigger involuntarily in my body. My skin felt
flush and I realized that just seeing the tightly packed powder was
enough to make me somewhat horny again.

	He stepped back from the table and looked at me, his eyes watching me
as I leaned closer over the box. It was apparent that he wanted me to
take it out or look at it or thank him or something, but I wasn't sure
exactly what to do at that moment.

	"Please accept this as his thanks," he said, smiling weakly at me as
his eyes continued to look me up and down. I tore my eyes away from
his own, staring instead at the white bag. It was jammed full,
undoubtedly a lot of drugs in the bag. The realization of where we
were and who could come in at any moment suddenly flashed into my mind
and I put my hands on the box and closed it's lid, looking up at him.

	"You can't just open that here! What if someone walks in? Besides, I
can't accept this. Tell Mr. Hapsboro that this is...not my kind of
thing," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

	Fernando didn't move, his eyes now locking my own tightly in his
gaze.

	"I was told not to leave until you have sampled his gift, Ms. Petty,"

	I stared at him intently.

	"I told you, I can't accept this," I said, my voice wavering now.

	"I have my orders Ms. Please do not make me tell Mr. Hapsboro that
you refused his gift," he said, his voice cold.

	I looked back at the box, my hand brushing across it's surface. I
felt torn inside, unsure of what exactly to do next. It was clear that
this guy wasn't going to leave until he got what he wanted, regardless
of what I wanted. But I couldn't really do a line of the coke
here...could I?

	I continued to stare at the box as I noticed him shifting his weight
out of the corner of my eyes, growing impatient with me.

	Against my better judgment, I opened the lid of the box again and
lifted the bag out, it's contents surprisingly heavy in my hand. I
unzipped the top as a faint waft of powder floated out, settling
slightly on my hand and somewhat on the table. Fernando took this as a
sign that I was willing to go along with his request, for he took the
bag from my hand and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a
small teaspoon measuring tool, dipping it into the bag as he shook
it's contents out onto the table. With deft hands, he used the handle
of the spoon to cut out two lines of the drug. Wiping the spoon clean
with his finger, he smeared the excess powder into his mouth, rubbing
it across his gums and teeth.

	He looked up at me again, then at the powder, then back at me, as if
indicating that it was my turn. His cold black eyes stared at me
fiercely, almost seeming to bend me to his will. I felt myself bend at
the knees slightly, my face lowering down to the table. Part of my
mind screamed to stop, to just walk out of the room. But the intense
feelings from my first experience with the coke overpowered my logic,
flooding my brain with the pleasant memories and amazing feelings that
it had invoked.

	As I lowered my head down to a few inches above one of the lines,
Fernando lowered his own face to the other. I could smell his oily
hair from where my face floated, the scent of sweat and some cheap
grease flooding my nose. He made no sign of hesitating as he pinched
one nostril and lowered the other to the table, inhaling the line in a
few seconds. He again wiped up the excess powder on his finger and
then sniffed it's slight contents up his nose, his body now standing
up straight as he loomed over me.

	Turning towards the table, my body seemed to be moving by itself now
as I too lowered my face and sniffed up the line - not as quickly as
he, but still in rather rapid succession - feeling the coarse powder
go up my nose and down my throat as that same burning from the first
time hit me again.

	There was still some excess powder on the table as I lowered my face
again to inhale the rest, the dizzying effects of the high. As I was
hunched over the table, I heard Fernando moving behind me, the sound
of his pants unbuckling coming not even a moment later.

	Within a few seconds, before I even knew what was going on as the
last of the powder disappeared up my nose, I could feel Fernando's
hard prick pressing against the cloth at the back of my dress. His
callused hands took hold of the base of my dress as he lifted it up
onto my back, my ass now exposed in my simple blue panties. I turned
to watch him for a moment, everything happening so fast that I barely
had time to think, but Fernando proved faster.

	With one hand, he put it on the back of my neck and held my head and
body down against the lip of the table, pinning me there with his
surprisingly strong forearms. The other was busy tearing at my panties
as I felt his cock bump against one of my ass cheeks, my pussy now
exposed as he held me bent over, spreading my legs wider with his
foot.

	Even in the state I was in, I knew that this was wrong and not a good
thing. I was about to start to scream and call for help, to push back
against him with all my might to get him off of me, but it was at that
moment that his cock found home and pushed fiercely into my cunt in
one quick motion. The force of his body colliding into my own shoved
me further onto the table as I cried out in surprise, the length of
his modest cock touching against my inner walls.

	As he began to withdraw, I put my hands on the table and pushed away
from him, the tip of his cock still in my snatch as I fought to get
away. Sensing my move, he leaned against me again, the weight of his
body and ample sized gut pressing against my rather weak and slow
moving own frame as he plunged into me again. Adjusting to the weight
of his body, I tried to wiggle free but it was to no avail, as he
placed his arms on my hips and dug his fingers into me tightly,
holding me there against the table, my breasts pressing hard into the
wood through my dress.

	I should have felt repelled, disgusted...any number of things. But be
it the effects of the drugs or the deep rooted fantasy of being taken
by this stranger, I felt my pussy grow incredibly wet as he slid in
and out of me quickly now, obviously realizing that we could get
caught at any moment. Fernando was probably only 3/4 of the length of
Alex, the last man I had slept with, but strangely his dick seemed
more tactile as it glided effortlessly in against me. Here I was,
practically being drugged and raped and yet my body seemed to be
fighting against my mind as this panting, sweaty man humped me over
the table.

	Pushing into me again with a savage, raw force, I found myself crying
out in pleasure as he fucked me quickly. His dick didn't go all the
way into me to touch my deepest walls, but it was more than qualified
to find just the right spot to make it incredibly arousing for me. My
juices now leaked freely from between my legs, the entire encounter
throwing me off balance for the sheer suddenness of it, as I felt my
fingers grip the table and push back, not in resistance but in
encouragement as he fucked me.

	I moaned low, the voice in my throat barely registering as my own as
I felt a breast pop out of my dress, my nipple sliding across the
surface of the table as he fucked me hard and fast. Feeling his balls
slap against my ass, a flood of my own juices let loose as I orgasmed,
the pressure of his body and my own against the table just too much
for me to take. Fernando was grunting something in Spanish behind me
as his cock pushed in and out of my now sloppily wet snatch. What
started out as a grunt became a low growl as he buried himself into me
hard, smashing my hips against the table with such force that the
flower vase wobbled and almost fell, his orgasm shooting forth from
his prick as his greasy, sticky cum coated the inside of my previously
dry snatch.

	When he finished cumming after a few squirts, Fernando pulled himself
out from me, holding his cock in his hand. I turned back to watch him
as he wiped a smear of cum off of the tip of his cock and then
proceeded to smear it into my ass cheeks. Stepping back, he pulled up
his pants and boxers, fastening them quickly. Checking his hair in a
nearby mirror, he headed towards the door.

	"I will tell Mr. Hapsboro that you greatly enjoyed his package.
Gracias," he said, stepping out almost as quickly as he came. The door
was left slightly ajar and I could hear the applause from the crowd
outside as Avril Lavinge sang her hit "Complicated". Standing there
sweating and with my hands still gripping the table tightly, I felt
woozy as I slowly stood up, pulling my panties up from around my
ankles as I straightened my dress, completely in shock over what had
just happened. Glancing down at the box again, the plastic bag almost
spilling out it's contents in the hurriedness of Fernando's actions, I
zipped it back up and placed it back in the box, closing the lid.

	Feeling a bead of sweat move down my forehead as my heart raced, I
remembered that I hadn't taken a shower like I had planned on.
Scooping up the box in my hands, I carried it into the bathroom and
turned on the water, setting the box on the lid of the toilet as I
took off my dress and panties. Looking at my body in the mirror, I
could see the red spots from Fernando's thumbs that had pressed into
my hips as he fucked me. Tracing a hand over them, they hurt to be
touched as I pulled my hand away quickly. They would probably bruise
up for a few days, a constant reminder of what had happened.

	Stepping into the shower, I let the water wash over me as my thudding
heart kept my body temperature up. Cleaning myself with some soap, I
slid the bar between my slightly parted pussy lips, feeling the
bubbles cover over my snatch as I scrubbed, the last of Fernando's cum
washing away. There was only some generic shampoo in the shower as I
poured it into my hair, scrubbing my long blonde locks with my hands
as my mind dissected all that had happened today.

	The effects of the cocaine had managed to prop me up even more now,
combining with the after effects of the adrenaline I felt from the
performance. I wondered to myself what all this meant...sure the
performance had gone well, but why had Hapsboro sent Fernando - or
anyone for that matter - to give me drugs? Did he think I was a
junkie, or was that just the way that they did things at Antamount?
They certainly were enjoyable but I knew from all the after school
specials I watched as a kid that the enjoyment could quickly turn into
addiction if I wasn't careful. What exactly was I becoming?

	Shutting off the water, I stepped out as I reached for a towel to dry
myself off. I didn't like the fact that I had to slip on the same
clothes I had just been fucked in, but there really were no other
options. Drying my hair, the steam from the shower fogging the mirror,
I thought for a moment I heard voices. Pausing for a second, I
listened. Nothing. Writing it off to my imagination, I finished drying
my hair before I heard the distinct sound of little girls giggling.
Setting the towel down, I picked up my dress and slid it back over my
shoulders, stepping up to the door. Pressing my ear against it, I
could now make out two voices, whispering with one another. There was
someone else in the room with me.

	Placing my hand on the hinges so that it didn't squeak, I slowly
opened the door just wide enough so that I could see out with one eye.

	"I don't know about this Avril. What if someone sees us?" a female
voice said.

	"No one's going to see us, I locked the door. Besides, you promised
me last time that I was here that we could fool around some more when
I came back," I heard Avril Lavinge say.

	"I know but...see, I like boys and though I think you're real
pretty..."

	"Mandy, a promise a promise. You'll like it, I know you will,"

	As I angled myself more in the doorway, I could take in more of the
room in view. Standing in the middle of the floor very close to each
other were Avril Lavinge (wearing a pair of baggy cargo pants and a
"wife beater" sleeveless white t-shirt) and who I now recognized as
Mandy Moore, the former teen-queen turned MTV VJ. She wore a pair of
jeans and a low cut blouse that gave some much needed support to her
smallish breasts. I was surprised to see the girls standing so close
to each other, but even more surprised when I saw Avril's hands circle
Mandy's waist and grab her ass tightly through the jeans, pulling her
closer to Avril's body.

	Mandy seemed to resist for a moment as Avril leaned her head in.

	"I still don't think it's right. I'm not a lesbian you know," Mandy
said softly, turning her head away from Avril.

	"We are just going to have a little fun Mandy, no need to label
ourselves," Avril replied gently. She moved her head towards Mandy's,
her long brown hair hanging over her shoulders and framing her
oval-ish face as the two young girls eyes met. They held each other's
gaze as Mandy returned her head straight as they looked at each other,
Avril now pulling Mandy in even tighter.

	With a very slow and deliberate pace, Avril cocked her head slightly
and pressed her lips against Mandy's, holding them there in a kiss for
a moment. Mandy seemed to want to push away, pulling her head back
slightly, but Avril moved with her, keeping their lips locked.

	The kiss broke for a moment as Mandy stared at Avril hard, her breath
panting now. Though they were about 10 feet away from me, I could see
the rapid thumping of Mandy's chest from this obviously alien
experience to the young 18 year old. Avril was pretty determined to
get what she wanted and she leaned in to kiss Mandy again, neither one
of them saying a word during this entire exchange. Mandy didn't resist
this time, becoming passive in Avril's arms as the two girls kissed
each other, Avril obviously the aggressor.

	Their kiss became more heated now as I saw Avril's cheeks move as she
slid her tongue forward into Mandy's mouth. The last bit of her
resistance kicked in for a moment as her body grew tense and stiff,
but within a moment or two she seemed completely calm with what was
going on, returning the French kiss slowly with her own tongue.

	They stood there like that for a few minutes, making out, the only
sound coming from their gasps and heavy breathing through their noses.
Watching them was turning me on quite a bit, though like Mandy I
didn't consider myself a lesbian. Subconsciously, I began to press the
slightly ajar door between my legs, enjoying the wonderful tension and
pressure it brought to my growing arousal at watching these two teens
make out in front of me.

	Avril seemed to want things to go much faster than they were, because
without even breaking the kiss, she hunched over slightly and pulled
her shirt up over her back and chest, the flimsy t-shirt hanging
around her neck. From my vantage point I couldn't make out all of her
body, but it was clear to see that Avril hadn't been wearing a bra,
her pale white skin and milky breasts coated with a light sheen of
sweat from her performance and her experience now with Mandy.

	Mandy seemed to hesitate as Avril moved her hands up to the
teenager's breasts, groping them with her small hands beneath the
fabric of her blouse. Avril folded her arms against her own breasts as
she pushed her weight against Mandy, sending them both backwards
towards the far wall, Avril pinning Mandy down. Gently taking her arms
from Mandy's side, Avril lifted them over the girls head and held them
there with one hand while she used the other to remove the shirt from
her dangling neck.

	I had come recently to enjoy Lavinge's music but hadn't thought her
that sexy until I could now see her shapely hourglass figure showing
itself in the form of her naked torso. Her smooth, pale skin had soft
curves and her medium sized breats jutted proudly from her chest, her
nipples a rich rose color. Watching Avril play the dominant girl and
Mandy the submissive was really getting me hot now and I felt my hand
moving down between my legs to stroke my pussy through the fabric of
my dress, my heated skin from the drugs and shower like a fiery
cauldron beneath my legs.

	Lifting her head away from Mandy, Avril seemed to study her as she
held her hands pinned over her head. Mandy was watching her intently,
her narrow chest rising and falling with excitement as she gasped at
the way Avril's eyes hungrily devoured her. Using her free hand, Avril
now freely caressed and stroked Mandy's body, sliding her hand into
the front of the girls tight jeans, wiggling a few fingers down into
her pussy. Mandy groaned and squeaked a little bit at Avril's touch,
but as Avril released Mandy's hands to use her now free hand on
stroking Mandy's cute dimpled cheeks, Mandy's arms stayed against the
wall as if held by magnets.

	Avril pulled her hand out from between Mandy's jeans and quickly
unbuttoned the girls blouse from the bottom up, taking her time to
savor the tanned skin that was revealed more and more with each
unclasping. As the blouse came free of it's last button, Avril pushed
it back on Mandy's shoulders, exposing her firm breasts in just a
simple white bra, her chest rising and tingling excitedly as she
seemed to twitch at each of Avril's caresses. Her hands squeezing
Mandy's breasts through the bra, Avril pushed it down slightly to
expose Mandy's pink nipples over the white garment. Mandy squealed
slightly as Avril pinched her nipples, playing with the hardening nubs
between her thumb and forefinger.

	The bra must have been uncomfortable on Mandy during this, as she
proceeded to finally lower her arms down and undo the clasp behind her
back, shaking off both the bra and the blouse to leave both girls now
topless in the room. Avril leaned in and kissed Mandy softly now,
kissing her lips and then her cheek as her tongue slid down the girl's
neck and chest to her navel. Avril darted her tongue in and out of
Mandy's belly button, her saliva glistening in the light of the room
as she squatted down in front of Mandy.

	Undoing the button on Mandy's jeans, Avril then unzipped the girls
tight hip hugging jeans and wiggled them down her hips, snagging her
panties as she pulled downward, finally getting them past her thighs
as they fell below her knees and on top of her ankles and tennis
shoes.

	Avril moved her hand to Mandy's bush (blonde, like her natural hair I
could see) and licked around the girl's young sex, tasting her outer
lips as she moistened her opening for the soon to come penetration of
Avril's tongue. I was surprised that Avril seemed so masterful in the
movements of her mouth, but I suppose that all those long hours on a
tour bus had inevitably led to some "exploring" of her closest female
friends. Sliding a finger along the top of Mandy's slit, Avril pushed
it in gently as Mandy gasped, her cute ass now pressed against the
wall as she parted her legs slightly to give Avril better access.
Mandy stared down at Avril, her mouth slightly agape as she panted
over the girls kisses and caresses of her pussy.

	Gently and with loving delicacy, Avril removed her finger from
Mandy's now glistening lips and used her thumbs to part the girl's
inner lips slightly, the pink flesh of her cunt opening up like a
flower to Avril's waiting mouth. I could Avril grin for a moment
before she lunged onto Mandy's snatch, burying her entire mouth over
it. Mandy cried out in a guttural moan as Avril licked her, her tongue
sliding easily into the VJ's pussy as she lapped inside of her cunt,
tasting her juices. Mandy stroked the top of Avril's head as she was
held pinned to the wall, her other arm caressing her young breasts
with her fingers.

	Avril shook her head violently back and forth, her nose now jammed
into Mandy's firm tummy as the Canadian singer sucked lewdly on
Mandy's pussy, eating her out with gusto. She lifted her head away for
just a moment, long enough to wet her finger with her own mouth before
pushing it back into the girl's snatch, her tongue quickly following.
Mandy leaned her head back against the wall, savoring this new and
alien experience as Avril worked towards bringing her to orgasm.

	From my vantage point, I could see some of Mandy's juices trickling
down her legs, sliding along her calves as Avril changed her position
so that Mandy's pussy was right above her mouth. Grasping onto Mandy's
leg with one hand, Avril licked her tongue upward as she tasted this
stream of female juices that were now coming fluidly, the young girl
obviously excited by her first lesbian experience. Avril's own breasts
were now jutting from her chest, her nipples hard in the air of the
room as sweat began to form on her chest, her long brown hair swaying
back and forth against the back of Mandy's legs as she lapped at her
pussy like a cat tasting milk.

	My fingers worked busily in my own cunt now, pressing the front of my
dress into my pussy as I shoved two fingers at a time in and out,
working towards an orgasm of my own. Watching this scene was
incredibly arousing, not just because both girls were incredibly
beautiful, but because their young, fresh bodies and obvious desire
for more sexual release than their years had given them was enough to
turn just about anyone on. As my fingers plunged in and out of my now
dripping cunt, I could feel inside of me a growing desire to touch and
be touched by the female flesh. I knew in the back of my mind that
something was changing in me, something that was opening up my
sexuality in ways that I never would have imagined. Was I becoming a
lesbian, or was I just growing addicted to sex of any kind? Stroking
my clit with my thumb, at that particular moment, I really didn't
care.

	Mandy's back was bumping against the wall as her body was rocking in
waves, her chest jutting out then falling back as her hips would
thrust forward - she moved like a dancer, like a belly dancer, her
body overcome by the attention it was getting.

	Avril had moved her mouth away from Mandy's lips now, focusing
instead on working three fingers in and out of the girl's snatch as
she sat staring up underneath her, a sly grin on her face as she
licked Mandy's legs for any errant juices. Mandy let out a low moan, a
continuous one, as her eyes closed and her cute face screwed up in a
look of pleasure, her breath coming rapidly as she squeezed and
pinched her nipples and breasts.

	"Avril...I'm...I'm....I'm...coommmminnngggaarrggghhhhhhhh!" Mandy
cried out, her whole body shaking as she hit her orgasm. Avril moved
quickly, shoving her mouth over Mandy's snatch as the girl bucked and
grinded against the wall, Avril's hand wrapped around her knee the
only thing to keep Mandy from probably toppling over in orgasmic
bliss. Mandy pressed her palms against the wall as she grinded her
pussy into Avril's lips one last time before slowly sliding down the
wall and collapsing on her ass on the floor. Avril, moving like a cat,
laid down in front of her, propping her head up with one arm while she
stroked her breasts with the other.

	As Mandy opened her eyes, I could see the gleam of arousal and
satisfaction in her face, her breath still coming rapidly as she
relaxed from her orgasm. Avril sat up and leaned her head against
Mandy's, their foreheads almost touching.

	"I told you that I would make you feel good, didn't I?" Avril
whispered. Mandy nodded and smiled at Avril in an exhausted state, the
two young girls staring at each other with a look of love. Avril
pressed her head against Mandy's and her lips to the young girl's
trembling ones, giving her a deep, soul searching kiss.

	Mandy broke the kiss a few seconds later, giggling.

	"I can taste...me...on your lips..." she said, still giggling to
herself.

	"You like the way you taste?" Avril asked, grinning.

	"Uh-huh," Mandy said, putting her arms around Avril's naked shoulders
and pulling her close to her again. Avril didn't seem to mind Mandy
taking the lead for once and I watched them make out for a moment, my
own orgasm just seconds away from hitting.

	What I saw next though, triggered it. Mandy again broke the kiss, but
then stuck her tiny tongue out, leaning into Avril's face. For a
moment, I thought they were simply making out again, but then I saw
that Mandy was actually licking her own juice off from around Avril's
mouth and cheeks, the two flustered girls sharing Mandy's own flavor.
This was just too much for me and I shuddered violently, my hand
becoming doused in my own cum as I had to step away from the door and
bite my lip tightly to keep from screaming in pleasure. I trembled as
I slowly slid my hand out from between my legs, staring at the wet
fluid on my finger tips. Looking at it for a moment, I slowly pushed
my fingers towards my own lips, wanting to taste myself as Mandy had
done for her. The flavor was sweet and spicy at the same time and not
at all unpleasant as I licked the last drops of my own cum free from
my hand. Wiping my saliva on a nearby towel, I stepped slowly back to
the crack in the door and peered out.

	The girls had moved out of my line of sight, but I could still hear
them. It sounded like they were by the couch, sitting there talking. I
couldn't make out everything they were saying due to the distance, so
I opened the door slightly, catching it right before it began to
creak.

	"Avril, your tongue was amazing. Have you...I mean are you a...have
you done that much before?"

	"I have fooled around with girls before but none as pretty as you
Mandy,"

	I heard Mandy giggle.

	"Do you mind if I...you know, pay you back for how you made me feel?
I want to try that, you've got me hooked!"

	"Of course Mandy, I don't mind at all,"

	I heard them making out again for a few moments before the smacking
of their lips stopped.

	"Ok, well let me go grab us some towels and I'll be right back,"

	I heard footsteps in the room and I froze - she was coming in here!

	Frantically I looked around for a place to hide. The shower would do
no good because Mandy would easily see my frame through the frosted
glass. The bathroom was rather small with just a counter, the toilet
and the shower, and my heart raced now at the realization that I was
trapped! Shit, they would have me thrown out and arrested if they
caught me, what was I going to do?

	I moved as quietly as possible behind the door to the bathroom,
thankful that it was slightly ajar as I heard Mandy's footsteps grow
louder now. I pressed my body tightly in between the wall and the
small space behind the door, holding onto the handle tightly as I held
my breath.

	The light in the bathroom came on and I saw Mandy in the mirror as
she walked over to the counter, reaching out to grab the towels. She
hadn't looked up - not yet anyways - and for a moment I thought I was
going to be safe.

	However, as she did finally glance up to fix her hair in the mirror,
I saw her eyes slowly look in the mirror until she was looking right
at me. My breath caught in my throat as Mandy began to scream in
surprise and shock. Footfalls came a moment later as Avril rushed into
the bathroom.

	"Mandy, what is it?" she said with grave concern.

	"THERE'S SOMEONE IN HERE!" she screamed. Avril looked into the mirror
where Mandy was pointing and saw me, jumping back in surprise (though
thankfully not joining Mandy in the high pitched scream). Releasing
the door handle, I knew the jig was up.

	"Wait wait, stop screaming please! I can explain!" I said, trying to
reassure the girls as I stepped out from behind the door, both of them
practically tripping over each other as they backed out of the room.

	"Stop, please!" I cried, putting my hands out to try and reassure
them. Avril gripped Mandy tightly, mercifully sliding her hand over
the girl's mouth as she stared at me cautiously, both of them
continuing to back out of the room. Mandy's scream stopped as soon as
Avril covered her mouth but both girls had wide-eyed looks of fear on
their faces.

	"Please, I'm not going to hurt you, just let me talk for a minute ok?
Please?" I pleaded, hoping that they would hear me out. Avril's hand
still over her mouth, Mandy glanced back at Avril. The two girl's eyes
met for a moment, trying to decide what to do. Avril finally looked
back at me, nodding her head slowly as she slid her hand from Mandy's
mouth but still held onto her protectively like a little sister.

	"I'm...I'm Petty. I'm a musician. I was here performing on TRL with
Beyonce today before Avril went on. They said I could use this
dressing room to take a shower and change and when I got out of the
shower, you two were already in here. I'm sorry, I should have come
out sooner, but I didn't know what to do. Please, you have to believe
me, I'm not trying to hurt you or anything, I promise," I said,
breathing heavily as I searched their faces, hoping they would believe
me.

	There was a heavy knock on the door of the dressing room, the
pounding startling all three of us.

	"Ms. Lavinge? Is everything ok? Could you unlock the door please?" a
heavy male voice called, probably security.

	We looked at each other for a moment. It dawned on Mandy now that she
was naked in front of me, and she quickly put her arms to her chest to
cover herself as Avril stepped back from her, walking slightly to the
middle of the room before pausing. She looked hard at the door, then
back at me, then back at the door, then once again back at me,
debating on what to say.

	"It's...it's fine. I'm okay. There was just a spider in the bathroom
and it scared me, that's all," Avril said loudly, her voice tense.

	"Could you open the door please? This is security, we just want to
make sure you are alright," the voice called. Avril walked to the
door, pressing her naked torso against it. She looked back at me
intently, as if to let me know full well that she could simply open
the door and have me arrested.

	"No...I'm fine. Really. You can't come in, I'm not dressed," she
said, the first non-lie to come out of her mouth since the pounding
began.

	There was a pause, then the voice spoke again.

	"Ok, well if you have any trouble, just let us know," the man said.
We all listened intently as we heard him walk away slowly. Mandy was
trembling now as Avril leaned back against the door, sighing in
relief.

	Mandy backed away towards Avril, leaning against the girl as if for
protection. Avril took her by the shoulders and then walked closer to
me.

	"How much did you see?" Avril asked, staring at me.

	"I...I saw everything," I said, my head hanging down dejectedly at
being caught. I suddenly felt very guilty for spying on these girls,
arousing as it may have been.

	Avril led Mandy over to the couch as they sat down. I walked slowly,
standing in front of them.

	There was a long silence as Mandy continued to tremble in Avril's
arms, obviously shaken by not only doing something taboo, but by
having a complete stranger like me see her do it. Avril stroked
Mandy's back, reassuring her.

	"You know, I could have had you arrested right now for that," Avril
said coldly.

	"I know, and I'm thankful that you didn't. Very thankful. I promise
you though, if you watch a tape of the performance today, you'll see
that I was on there. Honest," I said.

	"I'm taking you at your word, but you've already given me your name
so if you're lying, it won't be hard to get you busted," Avril said,
sneering slightly at me.

	Mandy looked up at me, a frightened look on her face.

	"Are you a lesbian too?" she asked in an innocent, childlike voice.

	The question came out of nowhere so fast that for a moment, I didn't
know how to respond.

	"No, I'm not but...well, I guess when I heard you two out here...I
couldn't help but watch you," I replied.

	Avril let Mandy go and stood up from the couch, her eyes meeting
mine.

	"Then did you like what you saw? Since you watched us?" Avril asked,
her face completely expressionless. Where was this going?

	"I...I guess so,"

	"Do you want to make it up to us? For your little spying adventures I
mean," Avril said, lifting Mandy up by the arm. She had composed
herself now, and was looking at me curiously, as if she too was trying
to see where Avril was going with this.

	"What do you mean?"

	"Well, Mandy has already cum. You heard that. And from the front of
your dress, it looks like you have too," Avril said. I glanced down
between my legs and felt embarrassed by the wet spot directly over my
crotch.

	"I...that's not..."

	"Bullshit it isn't. But hey, it's cool with me. If I knew I had an
audience, I would have been making it a lot more exciting," Avril
said. "But you see, if you and Mandy have come, then that just leaves
me standing here, not getting off, despite being watched by a complete
stranger who she HERSELF got off,"

	"So you want me to..."

	"Yep, that's right. Unless you prefer I call the security guard back
here?"

	I stared at Avril for a moment, as did Mandy. She glanced at Avril's
face and said "Avril, are you sure you want to..."

	"Yes Mandy, quiet. Trust me, this is a good idea. I can think of no
one better for you to practice on than our little voyeur here. She is
pretty sexy isn't she? Doesn't it turn you on that she was watching
you get your cute little pussy eaten?"

	Mandy giggled, her face turning red. "Yes, I guess so,"

	I couldn't believe how ballsy Avril was being. Sure, she seemed like
the dominant one in sex but her personality towards me now echoed that
of someone twice her age, someone with a vast knowledge at getting
what she wanted.

	Avril reached her hand out and took me by it, pulling me closer. I
was a few inches taller than her but she barely had to turn her head
upward, her blue eyes locking onto my own.

	"Well, don't just stand there. I bet you know exactly what to do,"
Avril said, letting go of my hand. I looked at her again for a final
moment, then tentatively put my hands on her shoulders. Mandy stepped
back to watch us, to watch as I slid my hands down Avril's body to her
cargo pants, the one remaining piece of actual clothing she wore. The
angle at which I was trying to undo her zipper was not working well
for me, so I slowly sunk down to my knees so that I could have a
better vantage point at which to take them off.

	The zipper slid down slowly as I pulled them down past her hips.
Unlike Mandy, Avril wore a pair of men's boxer shorts beneath her
pants, complete with little hearts on them. Avril watched me with
interest as I pulled her pants down all the way, her legs lifting as
she stepped out of them. I reached my thumbs up to the hem of the
boxers and pulled them down as well. She was naked beneath them, her
pussy trimmed a neat little patch of brown hair above her snatch, her
pussy curved slightly between her legs, her young mound not fully
developed yet.

	As I slid the boxers off, Avril stepped backwards on the couch and
sat down, propping her legs up on the couch so that her wet and
aroused young cunt was clearly visible, the pinkish hue of her lips
poking out from beneath a slight wisp of hair over her pussy. Avril
leaned back against the couch, shaking her hair free as she moved her
hands down to her twat, parting the lips slightly.

	She grinned at me seductively. "What are you waiting for?"

	I looked at her apprehensively for a moment, hesitating over the
conflicting feelings I was having. On the one hand, I desperately
wanted to just bury myself into her pussy and lap at it like a wild
animal, making her scream and yell in orgasm. But deep down, that same
desire to be told what to do, to be submissive like I had been for
Fernando, was resurfacing. So I compromised, slowly pushing my face
between Avril's legs as she held her lips open for me, pushing my hair
aside so that my mouth would have perfect access to her pussy.

	I stuck my tongue out from my mouth tentatively, licking at a slight
spot of moisture on one of her lips, tasting the flavor of it on my
taste buds. It was sweet like honey, a delicious nectar that was
uniquely different from my own taste a few minutes earlier. As I
stared at her cunt, I started to see more and more of these little
spots and began to work my tongue over each of them quickly, until
before I knew it, I was licking all over her aroused sex.

	Though I couldn't see her due to my position between Avril's legs, I
could hear Mandy moving around listlessly behind me, trying to decide
what to do. I'm sure watching me eat out Avril had started to make her
grow aroused again, but she seemed hesitant on whether or not she
should reciprocate the pleasure that Avril had given her.

	Turns out, Avril made the decision for her.

	"Mandy, why don't you show Petty what you were going to show me? She
has thiiiissss ooohh goodddd ppparrt pretty well covered," Avril said,
ever the giver of orders.

	I heard Mandy move behind me, sitting down on the floor behind my
legs. I was kneeling now and I felt surprise as Mandy's small hand
caressed the top of my ass, lifting the back of my dress up.

	Mandy giggled. "Hey, she isn't wearing any panties!"

	"All the better to give you access Mandy," Avril said. I looked up at
her and our eyes met, my tongue now sliding in between her slippery
folds as I lapped at her steadily growing supply of juices.

	I shuddered for a moment as I felt Mandy's face lower in front of my
pussy, her warm breath tickling my sex. As her face drew closer,
Mandy's tongue slid out almost as hesitantly as mine, the tip touching
my pussy lips for a moment before pulling away quickly. Mandy giggled
again and then placed her hands on top of my ass, smacking her lips as
she lowered her tongue back to the top of my slit.

	I moaned into Avril's pussy as Mandy traced her tongue slowly down
the length of my pussy opening, her tongue squeaking inside by the tip
every now and then. Upon reaching the bottom, she slid it back up
again, the effect of her warm and wet mouth making me shiver in
pleasure. Avril was the benefactor of my arousal though, because from
the moment she touched my womanhood, I began to eat away at Avril
faster and faster. She had already trembled around my head, her thighs
tightly pressing my cheeks together as she groaned in pleasure, this
just causing me to lap at her ferociously in an attempt to drink up
all of her juice.

	Mandy had grown more bold now, her tongue delving into my pussy. Had
I not come a few minutes earlier, I almost certainly would have hit a
massive orgasm right then and there. As it was though, I could feel
one already starting to build with each gentle and timid lick by
Mandy. I couldn't resist the urge to lift my head from Avril's legs
again, turning around to watch as Mandy Moore pushed her nose into my
ass and her tongue deep into my folds.

	"Hey, hey, you've already done enough watching," Avril said, taking
my head back down to between her legs. I "apologized" to her by taking
her aroused clit between my lips and pulling on it gently as my tongue
suckled on the bottom of it. Avril was squirming on the seat now, her
orgasm sure to come at any minute. Dominating or not, she WAS still
young and I knew that she had a life time of orgasms ahead of her, and
her ability to hold out longer from coming was sure to increase over
time.

	Mandy was now fully emblazoned by the apparent taste of my pussy, as
she was now including a finger inside of me as her tongue slid in and
out, tasting my now sopping wet cunt. I continued to lick at Avril,
her body trembling as I batted her clit around with my tongue, her
fingers twitching as she was barely able to keep her pussy open (not
like it would have mattered...she was so aroused that gravity would
have even taken a break!). I felt her legs squeeze tightly around my
head, immediately cutting off my air supply as I wore my tongue out
sucking and licking and tasting her sweet young pussy.

	"Oh God! Don't stop! Yessssssss!!!! I'M CUMMMINNNGG!" Avril cried,
her ass bouncing up off the sofa as her legs tensed and then relaxed,
her body falling back onto the sofa with a thud, her pale skin flush
with excitement.

	I felt Mandy work her finger into me like a piston as Avril's orgasm
was approaching and this triggered my own a few seconds after Avril
collapsed, the sexy and sultry sound of her voice and Mandy's newly
acquired skills just too much for me. Mandy plunged her finger in one
final time before my ass shook and my second (or was it third?) orgasm
of the day arrived. She plucked her finger out quickly and, just like
Avril had done, put her mouth over my pussy. Mandy wasn't quite as
quick as Avril had been, so though she certainly drank up a lot of my
juice, a considerable amount ran down her lips and chin, streaking
along her naked body.

	I rested my head on Avril's thigh, catching my breath as Mandy
crawled on her hands and knees over to the couch, climbing up as she
curled up next to Avril, stroking her breast. Avril reached her hand
out lovingly and touched Mandy's cheek, taking some of my excess cum
off the girl's face and then licking it clean from her own finger.

	After we had all caught our breath, Avril finally spoke.

	"So Petty, you say you're a musician. What do you play?" she asked
dreamily, pushing a stray piece of hair away from my face.

	"Guitar. I just did a CD of my own, but right now I'm doing touring
with Beyonce," I said.

	"Awesome, another rock girl. We need more people like you and me.
Care to get together sometime to maybe have a jam session and you
know...whatever?" Avril asked.

	"Sure, I'd love to," I said. "And thanks for not calling the cops on
me,"

	"No problem, you more than redeemed yourself,"

	"Hey, what about me?" Mandy spoke up, sounding a little hurt at being
excluded.

	"Oh don't worry, with set of pipes like yours," Avril said, stroking
Mandy's breast "We could definitely use you around to keep us in key,"

	The three of us laughed at this, giggling like little school girls.




ALEX'S STORY:

	For a while, nothing happened. That's not to say that I wasn't busy,
or that Katherine wasn't busy - far from it. Things actually managed
to get back to normal, as per her advice I returned to Antamount to
oversee production on the movie. Within two or three weeks time,
things were moving along briskly, with actual shooting set to start in
the next week. The film was to be shot in three locations: on
Antamount's studio lot, for the blue screen activities; around the
Washington DC area for some of the more scenic shots of the film and
the outdoors stuff (how ironic that a film about Russia would be
filmed in Washington DC) and finally oversees in France for some of
the more elegant shots. I couldn't imagine the cost of shooting in
three such different locations, but that wasn't really my concern at
the moment.

	No, what I was concerned with was the lack of activity in and around
Antamount and the Rose Petals. Katherine and I were careful never to
go out in public together, taking seperate cars and parking blocks
away if we stayed at each other's apartments, but regardless of this,
it was as if we had imagined the entire thing. No hints about what
Willis was up to, no calls for escort duties from the Rose Petals.
Nothing. It was almost enough to make us relax and forget about the
entire thing. Almost.

	The office I had occupied on the studio lot was now being renovated,
as was that entire building, to make things up to snuff for the fire
code of the state. Because of this, the main people on the film, not
to mention the talent, were forced to take up residence in a series of
trailers set up in the parking lot outside where filming was taking
place. I had been given the choice of sharing a nicer one with Brandon
Shuman (another writer) or taking one of the more decrepit ones. With
Katherine in mind, I chose to take the rusty one at the end of the
little circle that had been formed, figuring privacy was much better
than a smelly trailer any day.

	Sitting inside the trailer one morning, reviewing the shooting script
for the day, there was a knock on my door. Opening it, I saw one of
the assistants squint up at me in the morning sun.

	"Mr. Hilt? Ms. Kunis wanted to see you in her trailer," he said, his
face upturned as he shielded his eyes.

	"Thanks. Which one is she in?" I asked.

	"Third one on the right," he replied, glancing at me one more time to
make sure I didn't need anything else and then walking away slowly. I
closed the door and went back inside, picking up the shooting script.
As I opened the door to step out, my intuition about what Willis had
going on kicked in. I already knew that two of the other leads in the
film - Monica Bellucci and Eliza Dushku - were involved in the whole
scheme in some aspect. But what about Mila Kunis, the third lead and
the daughter of the main male character? I hadn't even said hello to
her before this, and now she wanted me to come talk to her? This
sounded a little suspicious. With trepidation, I left the trailer and
stepped outside into the morning heat, walking to Mila's own trailer.
	
	Knocking on the door, I found it to be open beneath my hand as it
made contact. Stepping up and into it slowly, I peered inside.

	"Hello? Mila? This is Alex Hilt, I was told you wanted to see me?"

	From the back of the trailer, Mila Kunis walked out, smiling at me.
She wore a t-shirt and a pair of flared jeans, both of which were
designer clothing I could already tell, as she walked towards me.

	"Hi Alex, come on in," she said, walking to one of the chairs in the
middle of the room. I shut the door behind me, closing off the rays of
the sun as my eyes adjusted to the light. I could hear music from the
back of the trailer, some rock band playing as she took a seat,
motioning for me to do the same in the one across from her.

	"Want anything to drink?" she asked, watching me as I sat down
backwards in the chair, my arms propping crossed across the top.

	"No, thanks, I'm fine. What's up?" I said, eyeing her cautiously.

	"Well, I thought that since we hadn't been formally introduced, and
that we will be working together for the next few months, now might be
a good time to get to know each other. Monica and Eliza said you're a
cool guy and since we are close in age, I always like to make friends
on set," she said.

	I nodded at her, holding the script in my hand. She looked at it.

	"Oh yeah, before I forget, I wanted to tell you what a great script
that is that you wrote. I've been looking for something to do
dramatically lately and your script was a dream," she said.

	"Thanks," I replied, still cautious about her, especially since
mentioning Monica and Eliza. She looked at me, and from the way she
was looking me up and down, it was almost as if she was flirting with
me, something about my appearance catching her interest.

	"You know, for such a big guy, you don't look like the type to write
scripts. Did you play football or something when you were younger?"
she asked, standing up. She walked over to a little mini-fridge,
pulling out a bottle of water.

	"Nope, I really didn't bulk up until after college and by then it was
too late I guess," I said. This small talk was nice, but where was it
going. I quickly found out.

	Mila walked over to me, standing in front of me. She reached her hand
out - slightly cold and wet from the water - as she brushed her hand
across my forearm.

	"So strong..." she said, her voice trailing off.

	I cleared my throat.

	"If you didn't have anything you wanted to talk about Mila I really
need to get back to work," I said gruffly.

	She looked at me again, her eyes looking a little hurt.

	"I'm sorry. I was just...you know...complimenting you and trying to
get to know you as all. I guess I shouldn't have touched you like
that, I'm sorry,"

	"It's ok," I said. "We just don't know each other is all,"

	"I know, but don't you want to get to know me? Or am I not your
type?"

	I was amazed at her gutsy-ness in assuming that I was going to just
fall over and drool over her. While Mila was very attractive, her
young body tight and formed in all the right places, my radar was on
high alert and any feelings I might had for her physically were
shielded by this.

	"No, you are I guess. It's just..."

	"Oh I'm sorry, do you have a girlfriend?" Mila asked, looking down at
me from where she stood, her eyes shimmering in the dim light of the
trailer.

	"I do I guess, but it's nothing...too serious...I don't think," I
said, wondering how to play the angle she was coming at me with.

	"Too serious as in...committed..." she whispered, stroking my arm
again, this time moving it more slowly along my bicep, up underneath
my shirt. "Or just...you know, dating..."

	"It's...complicated, I don't know," I replied. Mila's small, smooth
hands touching me was having the desired effect of making me feel
aroused but I continued to resist her.

	"So is it so complicated that maybe if I kissed you, it wouldn't
cause any problems?" she said, now squatting in front of me so that
our eyes were level.

	I didn't say anything as we looked at each other. My silence must
have been encouragement for her, because Mila leaned in close to me,
her lips pressing against mine softly as she kissed me for a moment,
pulling her mouth away to gauge my reaction.

	"No...I wouldn't say it's too complicated," she whispered, leaning in
again to kiss me with more force. I tried to figure out what to do,
where to take things with her since Katherine and I had never
officially called it a relationship - more or less friends with a
common cause, at least right now - but if I submitted to Mila's
whiles, it may end up being akin to sleeping with the enemy.

	Mila kneeled in front of me now, pressing her body against the slats
of the chair as she kissed me more deeply, her small tongue invading
my mouth. Regardless of my turmoiled mind, my body seemed to be
responding automatically to her touch. I could smell her fragrant
perfume, a hint of lilac wafting from her neck. Against the urges of
my body, I pulled my head back away from her.

	"Mila, stop," I said, wiping my lips from her kiss.

	She looked at me with a hurt look on her face, obviously not the type
of girl who gets "no" for an answer very often.

	"What is it?" she asked.

	"I can't. Not right now," I said.

	Mila moved her face in against mine until I could feel her breath
across my mouth.

	"Whose going to know? Or do you need more incentive?" she asked in a
sultry voice, her tongue licking across her lips.

	Before I could even answer, she rocked back on her legs, lifting her
t-shirt over her head and undoing her bra immediately thereafter,
exposing her small breasts to me. She looked at me hard, her long
brown hair draping over one now bare shoulder.

	"Do you like what you see?" she asked.

	I could only sit there and stare at her, my mind still trying to
decide what to do. An idea came to me then, and as soon as I finished
processing it in my brain, I immediately acted upon it.

	"Stand up Mila," I said to her. She complied, standing up to her feet
as she rubbed her hands across her smooth belly.

	"Now take off your pants," I told her, watching her moves very
carefully.

	Mila giggled slightly and then nodded, doing as I told her. She slid
her jeans down off her hips and set them aside on the floor, now
standing there only in her panties.

	"The panties too," I said, trying to keep my voice calm as I watched
my plan unfold. Mila looked at me with a sexy smile on her face, then
hooked her fingers beneath the waist band of her light pink panties,
sliding them down her legs. She stepped out of them and put her hands
on her hips, looking at me again for further instruction.

	"Now, turn around in a circle slowly," I said, waiting for the big
finish.

	Mila did a slightly flaunted circle on a tip-toe, spinning around in
a quick circle in front of me, her small ass buzzing by in a flash.

	"No, slowly!" I said, correcting her. She stopped in mid-spin and
stood on her feet once more, a puzzled look on her face as she began
to rotate very slowly in a circle. When she finished her rotation, I
was relieved to see that what I was looking for was nowhere to be
found. Still though, I wasn't quite done yet.

	"Come over here," I said, trying to sound alluring as Mila bounded
over to me in two quick steps, her lithe body in front of me as she
looked down. I stood up from the chair and walked behind her, Mila's
head turning to follow me. I took her arms gently in my hands and
pulled them behind her back, holding them against her bare skin. I
looked over her body once more as Mila was at my full command, and
finding nothing, pressed on.

	I pulled on her arms in a rapid movement, pinning them fully against
her back.

	"Ooo, you like it rough and hey! That hurts! Alex, what are you
doing?" Mila said, her playful voice turning suddenly into one of
slight fear.

	I leaned my face in against her cheek, my words biting as I spoke.

	"Who told you to seduce me?" I said through gritted teeth.

	"What? Huh, no one. What are you talking aboooutt oooucchhh! Stop
it!" she cried as I twisted her arm slightly.

	"I'll ask again. Who told you to get me to come in here so that you
could seduce me?" I asked again, sounding very intimidating.

	Mila was obviously scared out of her wits.

	"I...I...Eliza...Monica...told me...you were a good fuck...ouch,
you're really hurting my arm! Let go!" she mumbled, her breath coming
in gasps.

	"Why did they tell you that? Tell me Mila, and I'll let go of your
arm,"

	"I don't know...they told me to come sleep with you...and if I
didn't, then this would be the last movie I did..." Mila whimpered. I
released her arm quickly but moved my hands up to her shoulders,
spinning her around to face me as I held onto her small shoulders
tightly.

	"They said that if you didn't come in here and fuck me, you're career
would be over?"

	"Ye...yes..."

	"And you believed them?"

	"I...Eliza made all these threats...she said it was best not to ask
questions...why are you doing this?"

	I sighed, letting go of her shoulders. Mila stepped back from me
quickly, her eyes wide as she rubbed her arms. There weren't any
bruises, but it was obvious that I had scared her quite a bit. I took
a seat in one of the chairs.

	"It's a long story Mila. Let's just say that things are very
complicated right now in my life and when you started to come onto me,
just like Monica did before...well, it sent up warning flags,"

	"Why would it do that? Alex, you aren't making any sense,"

	"What do you know about Wilton Willis? How did you get this part in
the movie?"

	Mila looked confused. "Wilton Willis? You mean the guy that owns the
studio? I don't know him at all. I just auditioned for this because
there was a semi-open casting call and they gave me the part. That's
all,"

	I wasn't sure if I believed her or not. But now that I had scared her
out of her wits, it would be hard to write this whole thing off as
just a joke, should she decide to tell someone. I decided that I had
to level with her.

	"Look, Mila, I can't tell you everything, but I'll tell you this.
This movie, and this studio, are being controlled by some very twisted
people with some very twisted agendas. I don't know what those are
yet, but they are using actresses like you as sex toys to advance
things to meet their ends. I had you strip down because the ones who
I've had encounters with in the past all had this tattoo on them,
right above there...well, you know," I said, refraining from calling
it a pussy because at that moment, Mila looked like a child and you of
course aren't supposed to use that kind of language around kids.

	"So because of that, when you started flirting with me, I thought you
were...one of them. It sounds crazy I know but I didn't have much
choice. Not until I figure things out further any ways," I said with a
sigh. I watched Mila's reaction, expecting her to stare at me like a
crazy person, or to start yelling or to grab her clothes and run. But
instead, she did the exact opposite. She smiled.

	"That...is so...cool!" she exclaimed with a giggle, her voice rising
in her throat. I was reminded immediately of the character she plays
on "That 70's Show", which is where she got her start. Nevertheless, I
was thrown off by her reaction.

	"It is?" I said, slack jawed. Now my mind was racing trying to figure
out if she was just acting really well in concealing what she knew, or
if she was really just being an excited young woman, inadvertently
stepping into this whole mess like I had.

	"Totally. It's like, big time spy shit. Wow, I mean I thought it
sounded weird when they told me to sleep with this complete stranger
but now that I know what's going on...wow," she said.

	"Now wait just a minute Mila. First of all, I'm not even sure I
believe you. Secondly, even if you are telling the truth, you have to
realize that you can't say ANY of this to ANYONE. We already have
things in motion to try and figure this out more, but until that
happens and this entire thing blows over, you can't mention a word of
it to anyone," I said sternly.

	"We? Who else is involved with this?"

	I thought for a moment about telling her about Katherine, but I let
that thought pass.

	"Don't worry about that. I just need to know that you can be trusted,
because I honestly DO think you are telling the truth,"

	"Yes, I am Alex. I swear to you on my mother's grave. And I can keep
a secret, don't worry. But wow, this is so exciting! I mean, we play
spys in movies and all that but..."

	"This isn't acting Mila. This is real life. And what you know is very
dangerous to you now. You say the wrong thing to the wrong person and
lord only knows what will happen to you,"

	Mila's joy suddenly faded.

	"You mean, they would hurt me?"

	"I don't know. But given the people we seem to be dealing with, I
wouldn't doubt it,"

	The words sunk into her slowly, the weight of them weighing her down
as she sat down in the chair. She stared off at the wall, the sudden
threat of injury seeming to really bother her. She turned her head to
look at me.

	"So now that I know, what do you want me to do? I mean, to keep Eliza
and Monica from knowing?" Mila asked.

	"Just go about things normally, as if nothing happened," I replied,
glad that she was concerned about this.

	"But they expect me to come back after having fucked you..." she
said, her voice trailing off.

	"When do they expect you back?" I asked.

	"In about two hours or so. I mean, I'm not going to ask you to sleep
with me, now that I know all this. But I mean...what am I going to do?
Do you think they will actually check?" she asked, sounding worried.

	In any other situation, this would have been laughable, but as it
was, this really was a minor crisis. It wouldn't have been fair to
take advantage of her like that, knowing that she wouldn't enjoy it.

	"Well...maybe a blowjob or something...as bad as that sounds. Don't
misunderstand me, I'm not trying to sound crude, I'm just trying to
solve the problem," I said, hoping I didn't come across as too crass.

	"I know. It's just...I'm not in the mood, you know?" she said.

	"I could help that I think," I replied. Mila cocked an eyebrow at me,
as if to ask that I couldn't be serious.

	"No no, I don't mean THAT. I mean...well, you're a beautiful young
woman. Maybe if I described just how beautiful you are, that might get
your engine going a bit," I said. It was the truth. Even sitting there
across from me, her legs crossed and her hair hanging over the back of
the chair, Mila looked like Athena in a way, so flawless in form and
beauty.

	She smiled at me. "A bunch of compliments to turn me on. That might
help," she said.

	I returned the smile. "Ok, well stand up,"

	"You're not going to twist my arm again are you?" she said with a sly
grin.

	I laughed. "No, no. Just stand up so I can soak in your full beauty,"

	"Hmm...sounds like it's working already,"

	Mila walked over in front of me and stood there, her arms at her
side.

	"Let's see...well, for starters you have very cute little feet. Then,
moving on up, your legs are smooth and soft looking, flawless up to
your hips, which are well rounded and shapely, curved in all the right
spots. Of course, your tummy is smooth and flat, with a little hint of
musculature that I really like. The frame of your body is small and
lithe, but not too skinny, with a sort of hourglass shape. Your
breasts fit that frame perfectly, with some of the cutest little
nipples I've ever seen," I said, Mila giggling at this comment as she
grinned widely.

	"Then we have your face. Your eyes are a beautiful shade of brown,
like cat's eyes, with that slight European look that makes you look
exotic. Your lips are full and quite soft from what I could tell by
your kiss and your face is framed by a gorgeous head of brown hair
that drapes over your shoulders elegantly,"

	"Anything else?" Mila said, stepping towards me. "Because I must say,
you're plan worked like a charm,"

	She bent down onto her knees and rubbed her hands up my thighs,
sliding her small fingers up to the bulge in the front of my pants.
Undoing the button, she slowly slid the zipper down and reached her
hand in, pulling my cock out by the shaft. I lifted my ass off the
chair and let my pants slide down my legs as Mila slowly moved her
hand up and down my shaft.

	Opening her mouth, she hovered over my prick for just a moment,
looking up at me as if for approval before slowly lowering her mouth
on top of it, my thick head vanishing into her small mouth and through
her lips. Mila continued to drop her head atop of me, the length of my
dick sliding down her mouth and slightly into her small throat, the
back of it touching the mushroom tip of my now throbbing length. She
gagged a little as she neared the end, her nose nestled into my nest
of pubic hair as she slowly lifted her mouth back off of it.

	Licking her lips and swallowing the saliva in her mouth, Mila got her
bearings again and this time took only about half of my girth into her
mouth, sucking on it gently like a lollipop, her cheeks billowing
inward as she closed her lips tightly around me. I felt her tongue
lick around the length of my shaft wildly, the thick muscle resting
beneath my own thick muscle.

	Mila put her hand on the base of my shaft as she moved her lips away,
so that now my cock was pointing at her face directly. This seemed to
be a better angle for her than bending over it, because now she was
able to freely bob her head up and down on it, my prick bending as it
reached the start of her throat again. Gripping the base tightly, Mila
lifted it up at an angle so that she could lick at it with her tongue
from the underside, the tip of her tongue ending it's ascent at the
top of my shaft, her tongue pulling away quickly as an exclamation
point to the move. I shuddered as she proceeded to lap and lick at it
like a candy cane, shifting the angle of her head as she licked all
around it, her small hand jerking at the base slowly as she moved
around it.

	Straightening it back out, Mila dropped her hands to her side and
opened her jaw slightly wider than the length of my cock as she began
to bob up and down on it without and support from her hands. She
looked up at me and held my gaze as she moved along it, the twitching
of my cock brushing up against the side of her cheeks occasionally.

	She was now rotating her maneuvers as she glided along my length,
first sucking on it with all her might, her tongue twirling around the
tip like a wild animal; then she would proceed to deep throat me,
breathing through her nose as my dick vanished totally into her mouth,
touching the back of her throat each time, the soft and warm feel of
her saliva coating it as she pulled it out. Then she would again lift
it up to lick the underside, but this time she would include my balls
in her masterful licking, sucking on each orb between her lips until
they popped out of her mouth with a sloppy sound.

	I lowered my hands to the side of Mila's face and, brushing her hair
out of the way, took hold of her by her cheeks and guided her up and
down along my prick, changing the pace and speed whenever she would
hit on something that felt incredibly good. I wondered how a girl as
young as her had been able to become as talented at dick sucking, but
then I realized that even if she wasn't involved in Willis' plan, she
must have visited the "casting couch" at some point in her career.
Regardless, I was certainly reaping the benefits of a well trained
mouth.

	Mila sucked on the head of my shaft now tightly, the backs of her
teeth touching the sensitive skin just below the tip, which created an
incredible feeling for me. As she lowered her mouth back down, deep
throating me quickly and expertly, I felt the rising of an orgasm in
my balls.

	Pulling my cock away from her, I gasped "I'm about to cum!" as I
began to furiously jerk off my dick. I had only pulled out of her
mouth (reluctantly too I might add) because I knew that if she
swallowed my load, there would be no evidence to present to Monica and
Eliza.

	Stroking myself, I squeezed the base of my dick as I felt the cum
well up from my balls. Mila sat back on her ass on the floor and kept
her mouth open obediently as I aimed the head at her waiting orifice.
As the first shot arrived, it hit diagonally across her mouth,
catching on her top and bottom lip as the stream of sticky white fluid
hit broke apart, some of it landing inside of her mouth and atop her
pink tongue.

	The second stream was more manageable and this time, I positioned
myself so that it would land on her cheek and with a little luck, run
down her face and throat. I succeeded, for this shot was much larger
than the first had been, the gooey white cum hitting her cheek in
surprise as it fell down quickly from it's own weight, landing with a
little splat on her shoulder, the last remnants of it running down her
body along the outline of her breast. I continued to pump my prick,
pointing it at her face as two or three more shots landed on her face,
covering her cheeks and nose and a little bit of her hair, the excess
of all of it running down her body.

	As my orgasm subsided, I slowed my pace and released my dick, sighing
in contentment. Mila took it between her lips and licked off the
excess, adding it to the small pool she had accumulated in her mouth.
She swallowed that little bit down, but not before pushing some out of
her lips and letting a bit run down her chin sexily.

	Stepping back from her Mila stood up. She walked to a nearby mirror
and wiped the excess cum off her face, smearing it down between her
legs, along the edges of her pussy lips. Hopefully it would be enough
to convince them if the two women really did "check" her out. Grabbing
a towel, Mila wiped her face clean, getting the last little bit off of
her lips.

	She walked back over to me and positioned herself on top of my legs.

	"To hell with it, let's fuck!" she growled seductively, about to
lower herself down atop my still hard cock.

	Suddenly though, and completely killing the moment, there came a
knock at the door.

	"Ms. Kunis, you're needed on the set!" a voice called, sounding a lot
like the assistant who had gotten me here in the first place.

	"Shit!" Mila muttered under her breath. "Ok, give me five minutes,"
she called to the guy.

	Reluctantly lifting her legs away, Mila bent over to get her panties,
her smooth and cute ass in full view of me as I too reached down and
put my pants back on.

	"Let's take a rain check on that Alex. But remember, you owe me a
good fuck, if for nothing else than to keep this secret," she said
with a sly smile.

	I laughed.

	"You keep this secret, and when all this blows over, I'll fuck your
brains out" I said.

	Mila nodded in approval and then finished getting dressed before
walking to the trailer door and stepping outside.

	I waited for five minutes or so, cleaning up an excess spot of cum
that had fallen to the floor, before leaving. I headed back to my
trailer and for the rest of the day, couldn't wait to get home and
tell Katherine about the new findings,"


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