Message-ID: <40030asstr$1040627410@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: carnagejackson@hotmail.com (Carnage Jackson) X-Original-Message-ID: <be6b98e5.0212221751.7d232ec5@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 23 Dec 2002 01:51:55 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 22 Dec 2002 17:51:54 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Hollywood After Dark - Ch. 6 (MF, FF, MFF, cons, oral, anal, creampie, celeb) 1/2 Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 02:10:10 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/40030> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates Long time coming, I know. Going into the down slope of the series (10 chapters total are planned), I hope to be able to keep you guessing on what will happen next, as well as arouse you with the sex scenes. This chapter contains a scene with my two favorite actresses and I hope that it lives up to what I envisioned. Please send me feedback on this chapter and all chapters of the series. Without your feedback, I have no clue as to whether or not I'm pleasing my readers. Thanks, and enjoy the chapter. Hollywood After Dark: Chapter 6 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 6 of an ongoing series. _____________________________________________________ Oh, we shared some ideas All obsessed with fame Says we're all the same Oh, I don't see it that way I don't see it that way - The Strokes WILLIS' STORY: "Unnngghhhhh!!!" Salma grunted beneath me as I held firmly onto her hips. Slamming myself hard into her pussy, my cock slid inside of her with ease. Holding her bent over my desk, my pants around my ankles and my shirt bunched up at my chest, I placed my hand on Salma's back and held her down against the desk, her breasts spilling out from her dress against my blotter. Feeling her soft, supple flesh in my hands, I slowed my pace down a bit as I rocked in and out of her, my prick coming out slightly, the length moist with her juices before I pushed it back into her. Salma's long black hair hung over her shoulder as she squeezed her eyes closed shut, muttering something in Spanish under her breath. Her body felt warm and alive as the desk rocked on it's legs, my body now leaning into her as I fucked her doggy style. This was hardly my first time sampling Salma's delicious body, but it was certainly the first time in a while. I had forgotten - well, almost - the feel of her voluptuous form. Many women these days were rail thin, with hardly anything to them. But Salma's soft body was firm and thick in all the right places, her ass jiggling a bit as I fucked her. My hand drifted down between her legs and I rubbed her clit softly beneath my fingers, feeling her juices soaking into my skin as I continued to work my dick in and out of her snatch. Salma groaned loudly as my fingers flicked at her clit, her legs spread wide as her panties stretched down around her ankles. Burying my face in her back, I bit at her shoulder gently, my teeth raking over her skin as I tasted her perfume and sweat in my mouth. We had been going at it for fifteen minutes or so now, Salma a ready and willing partner for me to release my tension into her body. I knew she liked to dominate women and be in charge when it came to sex, but right now, I think part of her enjoyed being groped and dominated like this. Sliding my hand up underneath her chest, I squeezed her breast hard, her nipple taut in my finger tips as I began to pound into her recklessly. Salma cried out in the mixture of pleasure and pain as I put pressure on her ample breast and hard nipple, feeling it grow even harder against my finger tips. I was moving like a machine now, the stamina of men half my age flooding through my body as I removed my dick partially from her, only to thrust it back in quickly before her body had time to register it's absence. My hand worked furiously on her pussy, stretching and moving it around in my palm as I buried a finger inside of her, two of my other fingers playing with her clit while my other hand held firmly onto her breast. Again Salma cried out something I didn't know in Spanish, now really getting into things by bucking her thick, heart shaped ass against my thighs to meet my entrance into her body. I moved my hand from her breast and reached down, wrapping some of her hair in my hand as I gently but firmly yanked her head up from the desk, holding it suspended in the air as Salma gasped for breath, her orgasm imminent. With one final shove of her now wobbly legs, Salma pressed herself fully against me, as much of our flesh in one another as possible as I felt her pussy spasm and contract tightly around my dick, her orgasm beginning. I smirked to myself as I felt her body get racked by her own pleasure, her skin getting goose bumps as she crested in her release, some of her over excited juices sliding down her leg as they soaked into my thigh. Loosening my grip on her hair, Salma's head sunk back down to the desk as she breathed hard as her orgasm came to an end, her legs still spread lewdly for me as I fucked her. I had slowed down a bit to allow her to enjoy herself, but now I too wanted to reach my peak, and I knew it was just a matter of time. Salma simply stood there, her legs spread as wide as possible as I felt her soft, wet pussy lips try desperately to grasp my prick and hold onto it, something I would not allow. I was in control now, I was the one who called the shots. No cunt would tame my dick unless I wanted it to. With that surge of thought running through my body, I felt my well worked balls tense up and then finally shoot forth, sending two quick streams of cum into Salma's thirsty and waiting pussy. As I held myself in her, still fucking into her twat slowly, I began to ease up slightly and catch my breath, our juices sloshing and squishing together as I felt one final dribble of cum leak out from my dick and into her fiery hot Latin pussy. Holding onto her hips still, I sank back into my chair, Salma's snatch still holding onto my prick as her weight fell onto my thighs and she rested herself on my lap. She kept her legs spread wide for me as we both finally relaxed, my prick still hard as it was enveloped by her tight cunt. Her ass resting on my thighs, Salma slowly rotated herself on my legs until she was facing me, her head laying on my shoulder now. Reaching my hand down, I couldn't resist playing with her breasts a bit as she looked up at me, her deep dark eyes looking into my own as if she was studying me. "That was great Will," she whispered to me, bending her mouth down to kiss my neck. "I've still got it, don't I?" I said back to her with a smile. Though I was old enough to be her father, Salma didn't seem to mind my age, especially since I could keep up with her in terms of stamina. "Mmm...definitely," Salma cooed at me. Her face however, turned into a more serious one. "You know I love these little encounters Will, but I have some stuff I have to do today. What did you want to see me about?" I sighed, lifting her off of my lap grudgingly as she stood up and pulled her panties back up, reclining against the desk as she looked at me. "You knew about the rather unfortunate incident with your members recently in Las Vegas I assume," "Yes. Though I would have acted differently, Eliza handled herself I believe the best way possible," "I agree with you on both counts. However, the incident cast some very unneeded light on both of our organizations and that is why we decided to seek retribution on Katherine Heigl for her actions," Salma's brow furrowed. "This is news to me. I hope you weren't too hard on the girl. We don't need bodies turning up," "No no," I said to reassure her. "We merely took her in and made some physical and verbal statements to her that would let her know who she was dealing with. I have always felt that she would look better as a brunette, and so we felt it was time to convince her of that. Unfortunately, it took a bit of force to do that, amongst other things," Now it was Salma's turn to sigh. "I trust you and your judgment Will but I hope that it wasn't anything too rash," "Again, you fail to give me full credit Salma. We simply made her aware that she is the property of this organization and gave her a few reminders of that. Any ways, that is not my point though. It seems Ms. Heigl was not working alone in her actions," Salma's eyebrows arched. "Oh?" "A few months ago, I purchased the script of a screenwriter and kept him on staff for his very talented skills. However, I was perhaps a bit over zealous in granting him access almost immediately into our organization, mostly because I felt I could trust him. It seems though that my sense of people for which I am known betrayed me for once and at some point, he began to turn against us, as well as bring Ms. Heigl into things," "And she told you all of this?" "Not in so many words. But we deduced it upon studying the organization more. Now, clearly if Katherine were to go missing, the press would be all over it in a way that we couldn't control. Certainly the newspapers would remain under our thumb but with this god damned internet these days, nothing stays secret for long. That's why we exercised restraint this time towards her. But Mr. Hilt however..." "No one would miss him if he were to have an unfortunate accident I take it," "Precisely. Now certainly, a final solution could be reached if we had to but for now, we are letting him sweat things out a bit to try and grasp what he knows and his liability. My gut tells me that he is not alone in his actions and if something were to happen to him, we might inadvertently make him a martyr," "I see. But isn't keeping him around a liability risk?" I smiled at Salma. "Believe me, this is not the first time one of our own has gotten a case of morals. We are concerned about him but right now he is containable. But it seems that he does have one fatal weakness, namely the rookie mistake of being seduced by this world we call Hollywood, especially the women who occupy it," "Hmm...I'm starting to see what you are getting at," "Good. That's why I like you so much Salma, you pick up on things quickly. But like I said earlier, right now we don't need to risk taking him out. We do however, need your help with things," "You know I'll do anything for the cause Will," "I know you will Salma. What I would like you to do is this: have one of your people go in after him and slowly work up his trust. Then, when the time arises, perhaps in a moment of passion, you let us know and we come and grab him. Right now, I believe that he will be too skittish to risk anything with someone who might be related to our organization. So this will need to be someone he won't be expecting, someone he feels is on his side. Is that clear?" "Absolutely. I will get right on it. Unless of course you feel up for another go around," Salma said, smiling wickedly. I sighed. "No, as tempting as that offer is, right now there are more pressing issues. If we resolve this insurgency, then there will be plenty of time for pleasantries. My meeting with the board last week went well and I know that once we take care of this niggling little issue, our progress should continue undeterred. In the meantime, I will do my part to remove Mr. Hilt from the loop, and you do yours," Salma was already dressed, straightening out her skirt as she pulled her panties up. Looking directly at me, she smiled. "Don't worry, I will," ALEX'S STORY: In the three days since I found Katherine nude and changed in my kitchen, things had been rough. Very rough. I had rushed over to her immediately when I saw her and tried to comfort her, but she was as stiff as a board, not responding barely to anything I said. I practically had to drag her out of the kitchen and, finding an old robe of Petty's dressed her in it before leading her to the couch to lay down. We sat in silence for hours, my discovery of her jolting my nerves awake so that I knew that trying to sleep would be useless. Katherine simply lay there motionless for a while, laying on her back with her legs in my lap because of the pain laying on her chest or side might bring to her newly pierced nipples. I stroked her thigh with my hand, trying more to sooth than arouse her and I guess it worked because after a while, she closed her eyes and I heard her breathing become more shallow. I fell asleep accidentally that first night, only to wake up with a jolt for no apparent reason. Sitting upright, I noticed that Katherine was gone. Standing up and stretching my legs, I saw her sitting at the kitchen table, staring into a cup of coffee. She still wore the robe I gave her, but it was untied at the waist and her body was exposed in the early morning light filtering in through the blinds. I could see one of her nipples poking out of the robe, the tiny gold ring still in it, though the area around it a little swollen. In the dim light of the day, I could really look at her hair better now. It had not just been a chop job, but more or less a professional styling. Her once blonde locks were now a rich shade of brown, and without all the baggage around what had happened, I actually felt that it made an already sexy Katherine look even sexier. Sitting down at the table to join her, we sat quietly for a little while, Katherine occasionally glancing up to look out the kitchen window, then back down into her coffee. A few minutes passed before she finally spoke, the first words since last night when she had collapsed in my arms. "They said that they were doing it to remind me. To remind me of who I belonged to," she said, her voice on the verge of tears. Instinctively, I reached across the table and touched her hand. Her small fingers were cold, but she gripped my own hand with them as I touched her, as if showing she knew I was there for her. "I guess you just kind of forget things out here. Forget how this whole world is based on beauty and objectifying people, and nothing more. It's a very hard thing to accept, and something I thought I had gotten over after getting a few jobs. But now with all this...I don't know if I will ever be able to look past it again," I didn't say anything, sensing that there was more coming. "You probably already knew this Alex, but most people are pretty naive when they come out to LA. They think everything is just going to happen for them right away and that will be it. But it doesn't. Now more than ever I understand how the rich stay rich and how those of us who were blessed with good looks are just pawns in their great big chess game. Sometimes...I don't think I can take it," "It doesn't have to be that way Katherine. What happened last night was a set back, certainly but I think that if we regroup and," "NO! Don't you get it Alex?" she said, jumping from the chair and yanking our hands apart. "I'm tired of this. Sure, they gave me a haircut and pierced my nipples. It's traumatic but it's something I'm going to have to live with. But if you think I'm going to risk anymore just because of your cause...which, by the way, I still don't fully grasp, you better re-evaluate your ideas," I was startled by Katherine's sudden change of heart. She glared down at me angrily as my mind worked to try and calm her down. "Katherine, sit down. Let's talk this out. No one is going to hurt you anymore," "That's what you said before," Katherine spat back at me angrily. "Or what am I to you Alex, just a doll you can dress and undress whenever you like, someone with no feelings?" "No, Katherine, you're not that at all. You are," "What? Tell me what I am Alex? And while your at it, please start explaining why you got me into this mess. Because right now, I'm just about five seconds away from walking out and hoping I never see you again," I sighed heavily, things happening too fast for me. Thinking out my thoughts carefully, I tried to say things as calmly as possible. "My whole reason for this Katherine...is that...I am tired of exactly what you just said. Women being treated bad and the men who use them. Sure, I like sex as much as the next guy but things are seriously fucked up. And I know now that it doesn't just stop with LA and Hollywood. This is way too far reaching for that. It's..." "Would you listen to yourself Alex? You sound like one of those nutcases from the tabloids. Conspiracy theories and shit," "Katherine, will you PLEASE let me finish?" I said, anger rising in my voice now. Like a sulking child, Katherine reluctantly sat down in her chair. "Thank you. This is not a conspiracy theory Katherine, you know that as well as I do. I never would have dug as deep as we have and pissed off the people we have pissed off had I known better. But something has started with Antamount and the Rose Petals Katherine, and it's not going to stop until it either stops us or we end it. You can't walk away from these people, not if you ever hope to have a normal life," Katherine stared at me intently. "Then what do you want to do Alex? What CAN we do?" "For starters, we don't need to be fighting with each other. The way I see it, the only way to end this thing is to stop Antamount. And to do that, we have to stop Willis from doing anything else," Katherine scoffed at me, turning her head away as one of her now short strands of hair brushed across her face. She stared vacantly to the side. "So we are talking about murder now then, is that it?" "I don't know. I really don't WANT to kill anyone Katherine, so I think that should be a last resort. There are other ways we can do this. We need more information though. We need dirt, something that Willis can't wiggle out of. Clearly, he has ties to Las Vegas and probably God knows where else. If we can find something on him, something that will stick, we can take him down without ever firing a shot," Katherine sat quietly for a moment, contemplating where our argument was going. "That will never work Alex. Willis has too much control. The media is controlled by him now, especially since he bought out all the papers a few years ago," "Then we go to the television stations. We go somewhere where he can't exert his reach, at least not until after we break with the news. Someone like him...there has to be dirt. We just need to talk to Charlie and figure out what we can," Katherine laughed sarcastically. "Now we are involving more people. Great," "You know, you aren't being very helpful in this Katherine," She sighed. "I know that Alex, but when you have been through the ringer like I have, when you have had parts of your body changed to meet someone else's 'branding' rules, you tend to be a little skeptical," "I understand that Katherine," I said, taking her hand again. She tried to pull it away but I held it down. "Let's just think this out and play it as safely as possible for now. When you talked to them...did you tell them about me?" "No, I didn't. But chances are, they already know. The element of surprise is not something we have at our disposal Alex," "Then we will just have to play by their rules then. I will go into work on Monday like usual, and stay until it starts to get dark. That way, if they really want to hurt me, they will have to do it in broad daylight," "That's really damn risky Alex, and you know it. They could take you out whenever and wherever they wanted to and there isn't anything that you could do. Are you sure that it's worth it to actually go into the den of the lion?" "Right now, it's the only thing we can do. All we have to do is keep up hope. But I can't do this alone Katherine, I need you. I need you now more than ever. If something happens to me, then you will be free of this forever. But if we find what I hope we will find, then the problem will go away too. All I need from you right now is support. Can I get that from you Katherine?" She didn't answer for a moment, sipping her coffee and averting her eyes from me. "I don't know," she said. "I need to be in a better frame of mind before I commit to anything," That was two days ago. I had found Katherine on a Friday night and now here it was Sunday afternoon and we hadn't said much to each other all weekend. I was still somewhat buoyed by things though, because every now and then, as we passed each other in and out of rooms, Katherine would ask me a question. "What kind of dirt are you looking for?" "I know you are a big man, but you might want to start carrying a weapon for protection. Muscles mean nothing against guns," "Do you think Charlie or anyone else will be able to help us?" And so it went, on and off all weekend. Katherine had spent most of the time in my bedroom, the door cracked slightly as she lay there, watching TV. I knew better than to press the issue or say anything to her unless she asked, choosing even to sleep on the couch to give her time alone. Quite frankly, I was scared of what was going to happen, and with Katherine being my biggest ally, I didn't need to anger her any. By the time the evening arrived on Sunday, I was in the kitchen putting away some dishes when I heard the creak of my bedroom door and the soft sound of footsteps on the carpet. I looked up to see Katherine watching me, dressed still in the bathrobe. "I'm going to give this one more chance," she said as I stood there, hunched over the dishwasher, listening to her. "At this point, I have nothing to lose. My career is now probably in shambles so if I can take a risk and maybe fix that then I think I have to do that," "Are you sure Katherine?" I asked, standing up so we were eye level with each other. "Yes. I owe you at least a little loyalty, after what you did for me in Las Vegas. But promise me you will be careful tomorrow," I smiled. "I always am. We will see how it goes," HAPSBORO'S STORY: "Sir?" my phone buzzed. "Yes Helen?" "Sir, you asked me to alert you when Mr. Hilt entered the lot. The front guard just called me and told me that he has just arrived," "Thank you Helen," I said in reply. There was a momentary pause. "Would you like me to call security sir?" "No, that won't be necessary. Mr. Willis has changed his mind on how to handle things, so until I hear from him, please let Mr. Hilt be," "Yes sir," she said, buzzing the phone off. I rose from my desk and walked over to the large plate glass window facing the lot. Staring down at it, I saw Hilt's car drive in and find a parking space. A few moments later, his drivers side door opened and he stepped out, glancing around him a little cautiously. Making a gun out of my hand, I pressed my finger to the glass and traced him along as he walked, a tiny little dot from this height. POW, POW I mouthed quietly to myself, moving my hand away as he passed behind a row of cars. Oh if he only knew, I thought to myself. When I had first informed Willis about our findings regarding Alex Hilt, he had seemed rather determined to make sure that Hilt was stopped. But just yesterday, he had come into my office and changed his mind on things. Hilt was to be left alone until Mr. Willis said it was time to act. Needless to say, this decision had angered me quite a bit. The way I saw things, Hilt was a huge risk to this operation that had been built by myself and Willis practically overnight and now Willis was getting cold feet? I had argued with him for a good 45 minutes about the wisdom in the decision, but like a codgy old man, he would have none of it. Gritting my teeth at even remembering the discussion, I turned away from the window and placed my hands on my desk. Because of the way things were laid out in the company pecking order, there wasn't much I could do to get around Willis' decision. At least not officially. That's why I had taken it upon myself to make sure that Hilt got the message loud and clear. There was no real risk of him running - with our foreign contacts and the staff of private investigators we kept on retainer, we could easily follow him. So despite Willis' wishes, I decided to shake up the little globe of Alex Hilt's life. The thought of this made me smile as I sat back down at my desk. Soon, in a few moments in fact, Hilt would understand just how quickly power can shift in this town. ELIZA'S STORY: "Yes, they just arrived a few minutes ago. Right, I understand. We will leave as soon as we can. Thank you," I said, hanging up the phone. As I placed it on the receiver, I heard a key turning in the front door. Walking into the living room, I plopped down on the couch as I watched the knob turn and the door open. Kirsten Dunst walked in, two shopping bags in tow on each arm. She wore a pair of cut off jean shorts and a halter top, with the word "TEASE" sewn into the fabric across her ample chest. The light hit her golden blond hair as she opened the door, and just for a moment made her hair and head appear to be afire. "Hiya Eliza. I've been shopping," Kirsten said with a grin, shutting the door and setting the bags down at her feet. "I can see that," I smirked. "You didn't melt the plastic I hope," "Of course I did," Kirsten replied with a smile. "What fun would it be if I didn't," She walked over to me and immediately pressed her small body into my own, eager for a greeting kiss. I could smell her shampoo - a sort of wild berry scent - as her mouth and lips leaned into my face, my nose inhaling the delicious smell of Kirsten deeply as our lips met and we kissed. I felt her tongue slide slowly into my mouth, as I returned the kiss and we explored each other's body with hands and lips. Kirsten, surprisingly aggressive, grabbed hold of my ass cheeks through my jeans and squeezed my bottom firmly with her fingers, her hands crawling into the crack in my ass. Her large breasts pressed against my own, the heat from her body was tremendous. As we continued to kiss, I could feel both of us grow hotter and hotter with each passing second. One hand still behind me, Kirsten moved her other up to my hip and slowly underneath my chest, her small fingers taking hold of the fabric as she started to pull upwards. I would have loved nothing better than to let her continue, to fuck her right here and there, but the phone conversation I had just completed suddenly charged into my mind and with a reluctant move, I placed my hand atop hers and pushed it away. Kirsten tried again, but this time I held her hand out away from my body. Holding it away from me, Kirsten broke the kiss and looked up at me, a look of puzzlement in her deep blue eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked, licking her lips to taste the last remnants of my lip gloss on her own mouth. "Nothing, it's just that...well, we have some things to do," Kirsten stepped back from me. "What kind of things?" "I just hung up the phone with The Mistress. We have orders from the top to do something for the Rose Petals, something important," Kirsten sighed. "Stupid Rose Petals, always getting in the way of my fun," For a moment I thought to correct and chastise Kirsten for her comment, but instead I smiled at her, knowing full well she would be eating those words in just a moment. "No, I think for once you will actually be happy about my role. We need to get a move on and pack some clothes. We're going to Boston," Now Kirsten was completely confused. "Boston? What the hell for?" "For an assignment. You know how you are always saying that you just like having fun? Well, now's your chance," "I don't understand," Kirsten said, looking at me a little hesitantly. I leaned down and kissed her mouth. "My dear Kiki. Just trust me on this one. We are going to Boston to bring back a new recruit, someone that The Mistress says is crucial to something related to the Rose Petals," "And what might that be?" I continued to smile at her. Kirsten was like a doting child sometimes. "I can't tell you why or what the importance is, only that it's big and that if we can help it happen, your problems with the Petals will be over," "What do I have to do?" "Seduce someone. I'm sure that won't be difficult for you, right?" "Depends on who it is," Kirsten said, sticking her tongue out at me playfully. "I'll tell you when we get there. Otherwise, it ruins the surprise. Now go pack a bag, I just got the plane tickets a few minutes ago," Kirsten had a pouty look on her face. "But I wanted to have a little fun NOW," I sighed at her. "I know you did Kiki, but we really have to get going," Walking back over to the shopping bags, Kirsten fished around inside one for a moment. Pulling out a garment, she held it up to me. In spite of myself, and the wishes of The Mistress, I had to grin at her. "You sure it has to be right now? I was going to wear this," Dangling from her hand was a red piece of lingerie. I say piece because, well, there really wasn't much to it. "I've been dying to get off all day," Kirsten continued. "If you think we could spare a few minutes, I promise I'll be one happy traveler," Pondering her request for a moment, I finally nodded at her. "Ok, your charms have worked. But not too long ok? I just masturbated an hour or so ago, so no need to worry about me," Kirsten jumped up and down, giggling as she clapped her hands together. "Thanks Eliza!" she said. And without any further hesitation, she started to unbutton her shorts and pull them down her legs. Turning quickly, I looked away from her. "What's wrong?" she asked for the second time in a span of ten minutes. "I would rather be surprised when I see you, that's all," I said to her. I could feel my skin grow hot as I thought of Kirsten and the garment but wanting to keep my word and save the vision until it occurred, I stayed turned around. "Ok, well whatever. I promise you'll like it," Kirsten said. I could hear the sound of clothes being removed behind me as Kirsten continued to undress. Soon the sound of clothes hitting the floor was replaced with the very subtle noise of Kirsten sliding the silky garment over her equally silky skin. I heard the sound of a button snapping into place as Kirsten called to me. "You can turn around now Eliza, your surprise is ready," Biting my lip in anticipation, the initial sight was almost enough to make my panties drenched immediately. Standing in front of the slightly open blinds of the front window was Kirsten. The sun beating down on her bare shoulders, I gasped at how amazingly sexy she looked. The lingerie was a corset of sorts - it clung tightly to her body in see through silky material, the front portion of it pushed up like a Wonderbra beneath Kirsten's chest, giving her already large breasts even more proportion and depth. As my eyes hungrily drank in her flesh, they continued down her body. Her flat, firm tummy was covered in a mesh of very thin fabric. The material however stopped abruptly as it reached below her belly, the red material opening up in a wide shape to reveal a totally bottomless piece. Held onto her body by a clasp in the back, the garment received even further support thanks in part to a garter belt that was snapped in place around Kirsten's creamy thighs. Spinning around to show me her completely bare heart shaped ass, Kirsten bent over at the waist and looked at me through her spread legs. "You like?" she said, her blonde hair hanging down from her head wildly. "I love," I replied, walking over to her. Kirsten stood upright again and turned to face me, her arms open as we embraced again, my hands going immediately for her breasts. As our breath mingled with one another, I squeezed on her tits tightly, feeling her rock hard nipples beneath my hands. Kirsten moaned in my grasp, her breath becoming short as I squeezed her breasts in my palms, holding tightly to them. Through the thin fabric, I could feel the soft warmth of her skin beneath my touch, a feel that felt like heaven. I was dying to just tear the lingerie and release them from their hold but knowing that she just spent a lot of money on it, I figured there would be plenty other times to savage her. My lips still pressed to hers, I kissed her mouth softly as my hands moved down from her breasts to her wide, shapely hips. My fingers touching her bare flesh, I traced my left hand downward and cupped her mound between my fingers, squeezing her sex roughly against my palm. Kirsten jerked slightly as I felt her grow more heated and moist between her legs - the perfect state of arousal for what I had planned next. Placing my hand back on her hip, I moved my mouth away from her and stared deep into her eyes. Kirsten was panting in excitement, eager to see what I would do next. In an effort to catch her off guard, I dug my fingers into her hips and twirled her around quickly so that her half naked body was facing out towards the window, the blinds drawn slightly. Kirsten's ass bumping against my own jean clad pussy, I sank down to my knees as I pressed her firm buttocks forward, sending her small body into the window sill. Kirsten cried out in surprise as I placed my hand on the small of her back, using my other arm to spread her legs wide. With Kirsten bent over slightly, I placed my face between her ass cheeks, inhaling deeply the scent of her body and her arousal. My nose hovering just above her asshole, I slowly lowered my face downward, sticking my tongue out and trailing it as I moved my face down. I was greeted with the beautiful sight of Kirsten's still hairless pussy. A few sparse hairs had grown back over the last few days, but it didn't matter - it was still an amazing thing to behold. Moving my hand up to her cunt, I traced my finger up and through her lips, parting them slightly with my finger as it grew damp with her moisture. Kirsten was definitely ready to go. With my finger still wedged slightly into her pussy, I used my other fingers to pry her lips apart, exposing the delicious pink of her inner walls. It was a rich shade of pink indeed, her tight pussy opening like a flower beneath my touch. Kirsten was trembling with excitement, the feel of my hot breath on her sex arousing her more and more as the seconds went on. Finally, not able to take the sight anymore myself without acting, I placed my closed mouth on her pussy lips and slowly extended my tongue, using the strong muscle to part her lips and work my way inside. Kirsten let out a slow, low moan of pleasure as I worked my way into her, the first hint of her juices already coating my tongue. With my fingers keeping her lips spread, Kirsten was completely in my control, totally submissive to whatever I wanted to do next. I removed my tongue from within her, licking around her outer lips to taste her wetness that had grown more and more strong as my tongue had been inside of her, the uncorking of a dam almost. I felt her smooth ass cheeks press against my face as I lapped at her pussy like a cat, slowly and deliberately keeping her lips parted to keep her aroused. Using my hand that was still on her back, I pressed Kirsten forward hard, causing her chest to press against the front window. This caused Kirsten to tense up slightly as she turned her head back to look at me. "Eliza, be careful! The neighbors might see!" "Good," I replied in between tastes. "I want them to. I want them to know how much of a slut you are, and that you are MY slut!" Kirsten giggled at the comment and turned her head back around. I kept the pressure up on her back and resumed licking at her cunt, her aroused clit now protruding from inside her pussy. It was a small and fragile looking thing, but I knew the power that it contained over Kirsten. Using a free finger, I brushed against her clit, causing Kirsten's pussy walls to tighten up around my tongue as I sucked down her juices. Kirsten's upper half was now leaning totally into the glass, her breasts having popped out of the corset and her deep red nipples cutting against the glass. Kirsten gripped the windowsill tightly, her back arched and her long blonde hair draping over her back as I sucked greedily on her pussy. Adjusting myself to a more comfortable position, I pulled her lips outward towards me, stretching her young twat to meet my mouth. Kirsten's wet sex was dripping against my chin as I worked my tongue inside her, exploring and tasting against her inner walls. I had done it countless times before, but somehow the feeling of the inside of her pussy was always fresh, always incredibly erotic. My mouth was stretched wide to give my tongue as deep of reach as possible, but this didn't stop my teeth from grinding up and down against her inner walls. Kirsten's juices were falling like a leaking faucet now onto my tongue and into my mouth, filling it up with the sweet saltiness of her body. I moved my mouth backward, letting my tongue rub slowly across her snatch, the tip stopping at the edge of her pussy to lap at her clit. Kirsten cried out loudly in pleasure, her voice reflecting against the glass and filling the house with cries of lust. This just turned me on even more as my tongue re-entered her body and I sucked and fucked her tight hole with my lips. I wiggled my tongue back and forth inside her and all around the edges of her pussy, the heat so intense it seemed that it would almost give me a blister. But I knew Kirsten was close to her orgasm - the way her body was jerking and thrashing around against the window sill was a perfect indication. Giving my tongue a slight reprieve, I moved my hand back up to her pussy, sliding two fingers into her cunt easily, the juices of her body giving me full access. With my hand I could go deeper inside of her, the tension of inside her body already intense against my hand. I licked my lips with my tongue, making sure to get all of her juice as I swallowed it down like a woman dying of thirst, and only her sex juices there to give me a reprieve. Kirsten's inner walls tightened around my fingers as I fucked her - slow at first, but growing gradually in speed - as I worked towards getting her off. Kirsten's voice was low in her throat, inaudible grunts and sighs and moans escaping her lips as she slid her breasts up and down against the glass. What she had said about the neighbors watching was a devious thought, and it turned me on incredibly. If we weren't on a time schedule, I would have just taken off my pants and frigged myself to an orgasm right then and there, but unfortunately I had to exercise as full restraint as possible and not do it. Removing my now sticky and coated fingers, I placed my mouth fully back onto Kirsten's pussy. The sudden switch in methods of fucking her caused Kirsten to cry out even more loudly this time, her body obviously favoring my mouth over my hands. Gasping for air, I began to whisper dirty things to her, knowing the tidal flood of her juice could come at any second. "Yeah, that's it, you like my mouth don't you Kiki? You want my tongue deep in your tight hole. Whose my little bitch?" "I AM!" Kirsten screamed, her body starting to convulse as I reapplied my tongue to her clit now. "And who wants to cum, who loves being fucked by her master?" "I DO! OH GOOOODDDDD!!! FUCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!" Kirsten cried out, thrusting her hips backward at my face. I was ready for her though, and as her ass cheeks rose slightly in the air, her body collapsing against the window for support, I felt the gush of her juice leak out and spill onto my face and mouth, her orgasm so incredible that her cute face was screwed up in a look of pure lust. Kirsten bounced her hips up and down on my face as I kept my tongue firmly inside of her, her body almost trying to buck me off as I sucked on her outer lips and clit with my mouth. More and more juice leaked out from inside of her, and I was all too eager to drink it in. Kirsten's lips and pussy were a sticky mess, the juice of her body covering my face completely with it's shiny wetness as I continued to move my tongue around inside of her. Her pace slowing, Kirsten finally whimpered slightly as her orgasm came to an end, her arms extended out to her sides as she gripped the drapes in an attempt to stay up and maintain her balance. Giving her pussy one final lick, I snatched up all of the last drops of her sweet dew and slowly pulled my face from between her ass. Catching my breath, I used my hand to wipe my face of any excess juice my tongue might have missed. Sitting down on my ass, I propped myself up with my arms as I watched Kirsten regain her breath, her fingers tightly gripping the curtains so hard that I was afraid they would fall off. Kirsten's slowly let go of them, her arms falling limply to her sides as she bent over, her blonde hair covering her face as she turned around to face me, her cute ass pressed against the window sill. "Eliza, that was the best EVER!" she said with a weak and tired smile. "I've never cum so much in my life," I smiled back at her, seductively tracing my tongue around my lips. "Good. Because you're going to need all the experience you can get in a few hours," My comments seemed to wake Kirsten from a trance like orgasmic state. "Oh yeah, I totally forgot," Standing up, I took her hand and lifted her off the window sill. Her breasts jiggled against the fabric of the corset. "Well, I think you are good for the next few hours or so. But now we really need to get going," Kirsten pushed her breasts back into the top. "Ok. Just give me a few minutes to pack and change. I can't very well into the airport dressed like this," "No, you'll give all those airport screeners something to do, and right now we can't afford the time for what I'm sure would be a full 'cavity search'. GO get ready, but hurry up. Our plane leaves in about two hours," Kirsten did a mock military salute at me, touching her finger to her forehead. I watched as she bounded up the stairs to grab some things. Yes, this will work out just fine, I thought to myself. PETTY'S STORY: I am an addict. Since my encounter recently with Britney Spears and her assistant, I have come to accept this fact about myself. At first I denied it, writing it off as just taking advantage of opportune situations. But in the past few days, the truth has become undeniable to me. What I crave more than anything is sex. Sex with women, sex with men, sex with anyone. While waiting in an elevator to go to the second floor of a mall, I found myself obsessing and growing aroused by a man riding in the elevator with me. Before I knew what had hit me, I had hit the emergency stop and was on top of him, my skirt hiked up around my waist and the all too willing guy plunging his cock deep into my craving pussy. After he came in me, no more than five minutes later, this stranger simply smirked at me and pulled his pants up, fastening them just in time as the elevator started up again and a whole crowd of people stepped on. Women too, aren't exactly free from my cravings. When I walk down the street, I find myself mentally undressing them as they pass, making "mistakes" and accidentally tripping into their chest or ass, feeling it up casually with my hand, just for the thrill of it. It's something I can't stop doing it seems, sex always racing through my mind at the most unusual moments. Every time I even think about my beach encounter with Britney, I have to desperately fight off the urge to go some place quiet and masturbate myself to orgasm. The drugs aren't helping things either. Like the sex, at first I was in denial about my craving and need for them, especially the cocaine, but more and more I find myself getting high and doing anything I can to keep that feeling up. I sniff a little right when I wake up, and some before I go to sleep, letting the pleasant numbness wire me awake until I pass out asleep in my bed with whomever I might have happened to drag home with me that night. The feeling, the rush, is indescribable, so much so that it has become sadly (and admittedly a little scarily) who I am. Cutting a hole in one of my necklaces, I always keep it ready and full with the coke for in case the opportunity strikes. Sex and drugs, that's all that is ever on my mind. I am an addict and I want them both bad - sex to replace the feelings I have when I'm not high, and the drugs for when I'm not thinking or having sex. Part of my mind is screaming at me, telling me to stop, but I feel like a prisoner and robot inside my own body, my impulses taking advantage of me whenever they choose. Which brings me to today. After smoking a very nice joint and zoning out on the couch to watch my video on MTV, my worn out body begging for any kind of rest, the phone rang. Struggling amongst the pile of discarded clothes and half dirty dishes that littered my living room floor to find it, I finally picked it up on the fifth ring. "Hello?" "Petty, hey, it's Rick Dugans," Rick was my agent. Since I signed with Antamount, they had advised me to get an agent immediately, just to handle my day to day affairs. And strangle enough, Rick had given me a call on my cell phone just a few minutes after leaving my meeting at Antamount. I would have thought it a little odd, had I not been buzzing at the time. He was a decent guy, if a bit of a slimeball, the equivalent of an ambulance chaser in the talent world. Rick ran Spin It records on the side, but mostly spent his time managing musicians like me. I had heard that he got into it once with another agent over who was going to control Christina Aguilera, but that was a while ago and quite frankly, I didn't really care. He didn't ask for much in money, he just wanted to be in control. And given my inexperience, that was something I was willing to concede. "Hi Rick, what's up?" I said, grabbing a cigarette from my almost empty pack and lighting it up as he spoke. "Got a gig for ya," he said, his voice sounding somewhat excited. "Oh really? This better not be some shitty benefit or something like that," I said. "I don't do charity, and you better tell the people that I want the money up front," "Woah, easy Petty, you haven't even let me explain," "Sorry about that Rick, I guess I can be a little bitchy sometimes. I just want to make sure I get my fair share, that's all," "Understandable. But listen, this will be perfect for you, I promise. It's a national, live primetime spot on...get this...the American Music Awards!" I exhaled a stream of smoke "You mean the wanna-be Grammys?" Rick grunted into the phone. "You know, for someone who is still wet behind the ears, you are being pretty damn picky," "Yeah, well, second tier music shows aren't really something to wet my panties over," "This is just a stepping stone Petty. First the AMA's, then the Grammy's. A year from now, who knows where you will be. I've already cleared it with Antamount...so are you interested?" "Who else is performing?" "Who else is...Jesus Petty, don't look a gift horse in the mouth," Rick replied, sounding a bit flustered. "I think they have some rappers, that one guy...what's his name, M&Ms or something, and Shania Twain and a few others," At the mention of Shania Twain, I actually DID feel my panties grow wet beneath the sweatpants that I wore. A beautiful woman like her, and me just a few feet away backstage... "Alright, I'll do it. When is it?" "Wednesday night. It's in LA this year, so you don't have to worry about a plane. They are having rehearsals Tuesday and," "I don't need to rehearse. I'm perfectly fine and ready," I snapped back at him. "Or are you doubting my talent?" "No, I'm not Petty. But look, you can't be a diva about something like this. You have no idea who I had to blow to get this for you," I laughed. "That's a pretty funny image Rick, you on your knees blowing someone," Rick sighed. "Be serious about this Petty," "Yeah yeah, I know. Sorry, it was just a joke. You need to lighten up and relax," "And YOU need to stop smoking so much. You keep it up, you'll be sounding like Bob Dylan and all the other gravely voiced singers out there in no time," "I'll take that under consideration, thanks," "You do that," "Alright Rick, gotta go," I said, lifting the phone from my ear, ready to push the button to hang up on him. "Call me if something changes, I'll be there," And then I did just that - hung up on him that is - before he could say another word. Setting the phone down on the floor, I reached over to the table and picked up the remainder of a blunt, grabbing a lighter from the table with it and lay back down on the couch. Inhaling sharply on the rough weed, I let the smoke trail from my mouth as I smiled to myself. The American Music Awards certainly were a start. But if I was lucky, there would be other benefits to showing up besides being on national TV. ALEX'S STORY: Stepping inside of Antamount, I was understandably apprehensive. But things seemed to be like any other normal day - phones were ringing, people were scurrying back and forth, going about their routine. For a brief moment, I thought that my fear that they had found out my involvement in the Vegas incident was unfounded, that what they learned from Katherine was - selfishly, I'll admit - not connected to me. I trusted Katherine when she said that she didn't say anything about me but one could never be too careful. But any hope I had quickly dissipated as I walked towards the set where the casting had taken place and where the script reading was. Opening the door, I was startled to see the room completely empty, the lights off and the room looking very undisturbed. Curious, I shut the door behind me and walked out. Perhaps they had moved it. Walking up to the secretary at the desk, I placed my hands on the desk and put my face near hers as she spoke on the phone, hoping my forwardness would get her attention. Instead, she looked up at me, annoyed. "Yes?" "Has the set for 'An Amerikan Family' been moved?" I asked, smiling now. "No, the production was shut down last night," I stepped back from the desk, caught off guard by this. I knew that I hadn't been around for a while, but one would think that they would have the common courtesy to let me know that my movie, my life's work, had been stopped! "What the hell?" I said, my voice rising a bit. "Why was it shut down?" "I'm not sure sir, but I was told by my superiors that the production has been put on hiatus until further notice," "And who is your superior? I want to talk to him right now!" I said, clenching my fists tightly. "Sir, if you will please calm down..." "I'm not calming down until I get some answers, damn it! Who do I need to speak with about this?" "I will ask you one more time sir and then I will call security," I took a different approach. "Where is Mr. Hapsboro?" "I'm afraid Mr. Hapsboro is unavailable at the moment sir," I gritted my teeth to hide my frustration. My mind raced over what was happening, and like a roulette wheel, it stopped on the cold fact that they HAD found me out after all. And this was there way of stopping me. "That's not good enough," I said, turning towards the elevator. I walked over towards it quickly, pushing the button. "He's in his office right now, isn't he?" "Sir, you can not see Mr. Hapsboro at this time!" the secretary said, rising slightly from her desk. I pushed on the elevator button repeatedly, trying to get it down to this floor more quickly. "I'm going up there right now, and if he isn't there then there will be hell to pay! Mark my words!" I yelled at the secretary as I watched the lights above the elevator blink down slowly, one by one. She didn't hear me however, as she was already speaking frantically into the phone. The elevator finally reached the bottom floor and as it began to open, I put my hands in it's slot, trying to pull it open more quickly. Big mistake. For as the door opened, my luck suddenly changed. Standing there in the elevator were two very large (even for someone my size) security guards. I heard the crackle and hiss on one of their shoulder radios. "...large build white male trying to go upstairs..." As soon as the guards saw me trying to pry open the doors, their hands instinctively went up and I felt one put his hands directly on my shoulders and push me backward, away from the door. I had been putting all my weight into opening the door, so when he shoved me, I lost my footing and stumbled backwards on me feet as he shoved me hard away from the elevator while the other one reached in and pulled out a billy club, holding it away from his body and over his head in a menacing way. Tumbling backwards, I was crushed into the wall as the large guard put all his weight against me and held me firm against the wall. "Sir, stop what you are doing right now!" he barked in my face, little specks of spittle flying out from his hard face. His hands were on the base of my shoulders now, pinning me against the wall, immobilizing my arms as he yelled at me. All of this happened in just a few seconds, and before I knew it I was being spun around backwards with arms sharply behind my back. The pressure on my shoulders from such a sharp move was staggering, as I was thrust forward on me feet down the hall. The one with the billy club was behind me, leading me out towards the door as my body loped forward with heavy footsteps. The front door opened and suddenly I was outside and in the parking lot, the hard gravel beneath my feet. With a hard push, the man holding onto my arms let me go and I went tumbling to the ground, managing to catch myself with my elbows as my arms skidded on the pavement, the sharp pain of freshly torn skin racing up my arms. Rolling onto my side, I turned my head to look up at them. "You have two minutes to exit the premise sir or we will call the police," the one with the club said, while the other one glared down at me, catching his breath. I stuck my hand up and shot them the bird as I balanced myself on my elbows. The one with the club reared back like he was going to swing at me but the larger one caught him by the arm and kept him from swinging on me. "No, we were told no blood, remember?" I scrambled to me feet and wiped my coat off, glancing down at my arms to see my torn sports coat. Adjusting my jacket sarcastically, I backed away from them for a few steps before turning and walking away, spitting at the ground to show my displeasure. What had he meant "no blood", I thought to myself angrily. Had they planned on throwing me out from the get go? I walked back towards my car, my mind more full of questions than before when suddenly I heard running behind me, coming in my direction. I waited until it was just a few steps behind me and then turned quickly on my heel, in a defensive position for whatever these two neanderthals would do to me. Luckily, I managed to catch myself before I swung. Out of breath and just a few feet from me, scared it seemed by the look on my face, was Mila Kunis. She stopped suddenly in her tracks, her eyes wide with fear. "Alex?" she said, her voice a mixture of fear, apprehension and surprise. Adrenaline rushing through my veins, I struggled to control myself and subdue my "fight or flight" instincts. Running a hand through my tousled hair out of habit, I cleared my throat. "Mila, what are you doing here?" "I was looking for you!" she said, her eyes still watching me nervously. "Did you hear?" "About the movie? Yes, I was just forcibly shown that I'm no longer welcome," I said. I followed Mila's eyes as they moved down to my arms and my tattered sleeves. "Oh God, Alex, you're bleeding!" I too glanced down at them, my mind just now registering my injury. "Yeah, I am. But I'm alright, just some road rash," Mila reached out an arm to touch me but then thought better of it. "Listen, I just found out last night that the movie was cancelled. Doesn't that strike you as strange?" I glanced over Mila's head and saw the two guards walking quickly towards me. I looked back down at her. "Yes it does Mila, but let's talk about this somewhere else ok? We are about to have company," Mila turned her head towards what I was looking at and then looked quickly at me again. "Ok. Let's go," I began to walk the next two rows to my car with Mila following close by my side. Opening the car door, I jumped into the driver's seat and started up the ignition as Mila climbed in as well. Her long brown hair swished across her face as I caught a whiff of her perfume from the quick movement. Backing out of the lot, I headed towards the exit, looking in my rear view mirror to see the two guards stopped, hands on their hips, watching me go. Getting back into traffic, Mila glanced out her window and the back window nervously. "Here, take a left up here. I know a quiet place we can talk," Following her directions, I turned down a narrow alley way, my car managing to squeeze by with a few feet to spare on the side. Stopping the car halfway down, I cut the engine and glanced up into the rearview mirror, breathing a sigh of relief that no one had followed us. "Get out of the car," Mila said to me, a look of seriousness on her face. "They might have bugged it," I opened my mouth to protest, but then I realized that she was probably right. We stepped out of the car and stood facing each other in front, cars whizzing by as morning traffic turned to lunch hour traffic a few yards down from where we were. "Now, like I was saying - I got a call last night from Jack Furrow last night, telling me that until further notice, the movie was cancelled. I immediately called my agent and had him start to raise hell, but the more I thought about what Furrow said to me, and the suddenness in which it had happened, the more your words about a conspiracy and all that began to sink in," Mila said, taking my hand in her small hand as her eyes locked with mine. "Mila, I really didn't want to get you involved in this. You know that right?" I asked, still nervous about our location. Even back here, we were still in the open quite a bit. "Yeah, I know but I'm a big girl and can handle it. What I want to know though, is how serious are things now? Why did they cancel the movie? Are you in danger?" "I don't know exactly, to be honest. A few nights ago, my girlfriend Katherine Heigl was abducted when she was going home. Gordon Hapsboro was in the car that took her and, while I'll save you the gory details, let's just say that they let her know that she was stepping into some serious trouble if she continued down the road, if she kept digging for things with me," "What have you found?" "So far, nothing concrete. Everything is circumstantial and coincidental. Did you hear about the four actresses who got arrested in Las Vegas a few weeks back?" Mila's brow furrowed. "No, not one word," "Exactly. That was caused by me and Katherine, we set them - the Rose Petals - up for a crime. It played out perfectly, except that Willis and his men had the LVPD wrapped around their finger and sprung them free within hours," "How do you know it was them?" Mila asked. "I don't have anything to prove it as of yet, but that's what I'm working on right now. All of this has happened really quickly - the arrests, Katherine getting taken and now the movie getting shut down. There is just too much happening in too short amount of time for it all to be a coincidence. Willis knows that I'm going after him, trying to stop him from controlling women like this, and that's the reason the movie got shut down. It was a warning shot," "Well, I'll tell you what I know. A few days after our little encounter on the set, Eliza Dushku came up to me and invited me to a party. Some real formal thing where a whole bunch of actresses were going to be. I told her I would think about it and check my schedule, all of that. Then she goes missing for a few days and I think the party got cancelled or something. So I take it that she was in Las Vegas when all of that stuff happened?" I smiled at her. "You pick up quick. Yes, Eliza was there. She is the second highest person in the Rose Petals, with only Salma Hayek ahead of her. She was in Vegas bringing in a new member and that's when things got real complicated," Mila digested all this for a second, then spoke again. "What are you going to do now?" Looking absently around the alley way, at all the strewn garbage and the cloudy sky overhead, I sighed. "Right now, I don't know. The best plan I can come up with is to keep trying at Antamount, through whatever means I can, to try and get something incriminating, something solid that I can use. Getting thrown out today is a set back for sure, but I'm sure I'll come up with something," Mila giggled, her laugh startling me a bit. "This is all so cool, if you don't mind me saying. Real Cloak & Dagger kind of stuff, with secret conspiracies and spying and all that. I can't believe it's really happening," "Neither can I Mila. I just wish it wasn't," She stepped up to me, a sultry look on her face. "You know, if there is anything I can do to help out the cause...just let me go. Secret Agent Kunis, reporting for duty," she said, making a mock salute at her forehead. I laughed. "Thanks. But how do I know I can really trust you?" "Let me give you some incentive. I never did get a chance to prove myself to you you know," she said, stepping up to me. I looked down at her small face, her pink colored bottom lip being bitten by her teeth. Our eyes locked and she stood on her tip toes, kissing me. Her lips were soft, just like I remembered them. As she pressed her body against mine, my towering frame looming over her, I felt her small form and it's heat seeping out through her clothing. Our kiss became more passionate, and I felt my arms instinctively move down to her back. I knew Mila was a sweet girl, just trying to help and try as I might, especially with all the stress of Antamount, I found myself growing more and more aroused as our tongues mingled with one another. It had been a while since I really felt the feel of a warm woman in my arms, and the excitement I felt kissing her there in that dingy alley way was far more intense than I would have first thought. My hands slid down her back to her ass, cupping each cheek in my hands as I squeezed the soft globes, Mila's hot breath caressing my cheek. The locale was certainly not the most erotic place for such a passionate kiss to take place, but as my hormones began to take over, reality and the problems I was facing began to melt away. Holding her in my arms, I leaned my weight into her, causing her to step backward as her small ass bumped into the hood of my car. I broke the kiss for just a moment, long enough to just look around and make sure we were really alone and not to be spotted, before burying my mouth onto her neck, tasting her soft and warm flesh against my lips. Mila moaned as she leaned further back onto the car. For the first time I noticed her outfit - a knee length denim skirt and a spaghetti strap baby blue top that hung delicately on her frame, the outline of her young breasts visible against the fabric, her nipples growing hard from our embrace. Shrugging off my sports coat, I let it fall to the dirty ground as I placed my arms on Mila's shoulders, holding her down as my weight pressed against her body, the car groaning along with us as it bent to our weight. Mila's soft brown hair splayed out on the hood as her hands caressed my chest, moving down nimbly to my belt buckle, undoing it expertly as she took it off in one quick, fluid motion. Mila lifted her head back up and began to kiss me again, running one hand against my cheek as I struggled out of my pants, unzipping them as they fell down to my thighs. Lifting myself up slightly, I moved my hands up Mila's smooth legs, sliding them up to the hem of her skirt, pushing it up roughly around her waist. With every movement we each made, it became not a conscience act of love making, but more about lust as each second went by. Her matching blue panties were slightly damp from the excitement, our conversation (not to mention the arousal of possibly being caught) truly turning her on. Between her legs, I could make out the slight brown patch of pubic hair covering her sex, the rough and dark color of it seeming to strain to get out of her panties. I moved my hand up to her left breast, squeezing it roughly in my hand as I palmed her small globe, the feel of her young flesh radiating through the top. Mila lifted herself up slightly off the hood, her body now almost completely on it (except for her cute, tennis shoe clad feet hanging off the front bumper) as she rotated her shoulder and let one side of the garment fall off just enough to almost expose her breast. The sight of her near bare chest excited me tremendously as I ground my hips into hers, letting her feel my excited manhood between her legs as she wrapped her thighs around me. There was just one final obstacle in the way for us, and I quickly dispatched it, pushing her panties aside with my thumb to expose her wet pussy in the dark light of the alley way. Reaching her hand down, Mila's fingers squeezed my cock through my boxers as she held it tightly in her hand. Slipping two fingers inside, I almost came from just the feel of her touch on my prick. Still holding it, she pulled it out into the air, the entire length twitching and leaking a bit of precum as it sprang free. My balls fell out of my boxers as well, leaving both of us exposed in this alley way in the middle of a busy day in LA. Neither one of us seemed to care though - whether it was her enthusiasm and seemingly pure desire to just help out in destroying Antamount, or my sudden understanding of the desperate relief I craved, the sound of the city just faded away from around us and we were entranced by one another. Staring down into her deep brown eyes, Mila didn't have to say a word to me, the message was clear: she wanted me to fuck her, and fuck her NOW. I broke my gaze and looked down to watch her small hand guide my prick towards her spread and waiting legs, her pussy lips aroused in the excitement, the dampness of her pushed aside panties sticking to her skin by her opening. Thrusting my hips forward ever so slightly, I moaned in pleasure as the tip of my dick made contact with her hot sex, Mila rubbing it up and down along her outer lips for a moment before finally releasing it and letting me take the final step. With a loud grunt and a fierce grip on her ass, I did just that and entered her. Mila cried out in a scream so loud it echoed down the alley way as I plunged entirely into her in one quick and rapid motion. The feeling of her snatch overwhelmed me, making me feel weak in the knees: her young, tight pussy was gripping me so hard I felt like I was in a vise. As I burrowed further and further into her, the tip of my prick touching the back of her inner wall, I felt my balls slam against her ass as the entire car rocked from our motion. Animal lust took over for Mila as well, as she wrapped her legs tightly around me, holding me deep inside of her body as I slowly began to remove my dick from inside of her, her pussy lips clinging to my shaft reluctantly, not wanting to let go. Her death grip around my waist eased up a bit as she allowed me to pull out of her, but like a vortex sucking me in, I was very quick to thrust myself right back inside of her, a gasp escaping her lips. Moving my hand to her chest, I pulled aside her top and began to fondle her breasts. Her exotic colored skin - a deeper shade of color than my own - made her breasts seem like two smooth mounds of clay, soft and pliable to my touch. Her pink nipples were hard as they jutted from her small breasts, the tips seeming to throb as I caressed them with my finger tips. I could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest as I began to move very slightly in and out of her, my body acting on it's own as I pushed harder and harder into her pussy. Mila's body rocked beneath me as I groped at her chest, my own body pressed against hers as she bit playfully at my shoulder, suppressing a cry of ecstasy. I could feel her aroused clit rubbing against my shaft as I pushed in and out of her, the soft sound of her wet snatch slightly audible in the empty alleyway. Pulling my cock out from her all the way, I looked down and admired the erotic sight of it, covered in her juices and excitement, the purple-ish tip of my cockhead wet and throbbing as I again slid it into her. Mila shivered beneath me as I did this, the rapid thrust enough to set off a minor orgasm between her legs, her juices flowing out from her. As I continued to fuck her, much more heatedly and rapidly now, her body relaxed from her orgasm and seeming to beg me on as it molded and twitched with my every move, I felt the pressure in my balls grow tremendously, pushing me toward cumming. Struggling not to shoot too soon, it was a futile effort - the possibility for relief from all the tension and the complete willingness of Mila to give herself over to me was just too much to bear. Grunting, I took hold of Mila's hips one last time, lifting her up by the small of her back as I stepped backward, fully impaling her on my prick. Her tight snatch slid downward on my shaft until I was buried deep inside her to the fullest. As the tip of my shaft made contact with her cervix, the soft feel of it rubbing against my sensitive cock head, I exploded in orgasm, shooting multiple streams of long pent up cum deep inside of Mila, coating her inner walls with my seed. Mila moaned as I bounced her up and down on my shaft, feeling the sticky cum drench her pussy walls as our mingled juices slid down her legs. My cock twitching a few more times, my orgasm finally began to subside after about ten long, thick shots of cum were emptied into her. It was not necessarily the best orgasm of my life, but it was certainly one of the most needed - I felt as if a tremendous weight was lifted off my shoulders as I panted, slowly setting Mila's small ass on the hood of the car. Mila stood up on wobbly legs, pulling her panties back on to soak up our juices as she smoothed out her skirt. I leaned back against the alley wall, sliding my boxers back on and my pants back up as we both recovered from this instance of arousal that had over taken us. I felt a shiver of excitement down my spine as I realized now that through out the entire affair, we could have been caught by anyone at any time. This made it seem all the more erotic and I smiled at the thought of what getting caught might mean. With my career, which had seemed so promising, now in serious jeopardy, getting caught for fucking someone like Mila in a dingy alley way wouldn't have been my biggest concern at all. "What's so funny?" Mila asked, sliding the straps of her top back over her smooth shoulders. "Oh nothing. I was just thinking of how risky that whole thing just was," Mila grinned. "I know, that's why I did it. Gives the whole spy thing a lot more flare, don't you think?" "If you mean do I feel like James Bond, then the answer would be yes," I replied. "Hmm...I wonder what my Bond girl name should be," Mila said, walking over to me as she helped me buckle my belt and fix my shirt. "I know Pussy Galore is taken..." "How about Ivana Fuckalot?" I said, laughing. "Hehe, I like that one. Now, how about taking Ivana to get some lunch? We can talk things over more then," "Certainly Ms. Fuckalot, it would be my pleasure," I said as we both got into the car, as I started it up and backed out of the alley way. The future was grim to be certain - but for now, the present wasn't half bad at all. KATHERINE'S STORY: The "branding" job Antamount had done on me was causing me a bit more problems than I thought. For starters, I had no idea how women with nipple rings got anything done. Even just moving around the house, carrying things or accidentally bumping into walls, any tension or feeling against my nipple would cause me to stop and gasp suddenly, the pleasure striking me like a lightning bolt. I hated myself tremendously for being aroused by such a horrible thing - especially one that was forced on me - but the thought of just taking them out and then getting caught by one of their goons was too much of a risk, and frightened me tremendously. Having no hair to cover my pussy was also quite embarrassing. As the hair started to grow back a bit, I found it to be rather itchy and uncomfortable, having to constantly stick my hand in my pants to scratch at it. This of course contributed to making me very aroused. I'm sure that was there entire intention by doing it - to make me think about sex all the time - but in spite of myself I had to admit that they were doing a damn good job. The best solution I could come up with was to wear just baggy sweat pants and a t-shirt that was much too large. Baggy clothes were less likely to arouse me, and that was something I could certainly do without. I had slowly recovered from the trauma of the event, though my lashing out at Alex made me feel very guilty. I was still mad at him for trying to be so stubborn in getting his way, not seeing the forest for the trees, but I knew that deep down he didn't want me to get hurt and really just wanted to stop these bastards. Still though, I hardly felt like doing much other than sitting around watching television, which was what I happened to be doing when the phone rang. Padding on the floor over to get it, I picked up the receiver. "Hello?" "Is Alex in?" a soft female voice said in the phone. "No, he's not. Whose calling?" I said, suddenly feeling a little suspicious about this. "Do you know when he will be back or where I can reach him?" "Who wants to know?" I said, trying to place the voice. I knew it from somewhere... "Thank you," she said and then the phone went dead. Staring at it for a moment, my curiosity got the best of me and I dialed *69 to try and get the number who just called. "The number who just called was 555-1215...if you would like to call this," the computerized voice said before I cut it off, just pushing one and having them dial the number. After the second ring, a gruff voice picked up the phone. "This is Charlie," I suddenly felt very confused, and my surprise must have registered in my voice. "Charlie? Is that you? This is Katherine," "Hi Katherine," he said, his voice suddenly becoming softer. "What's going on?" "Well, a woman just called here and she wouldn't tell me who she was and so I did a *69 to find out and the number that it connected me to was you. Did someone there just call me?" There was a pause on the phone. "Uh, listen Katherine...someone did just call you. In fact she's standing right here. There's something we need to discuss with you, is it possible for you to come down here like, right now?" "Who called here Charlie?" I asked, a growing bit of anger in my voice. "I don't really want to say over the phone Katherine, if you catch my drift. Just trust me on this, it relates to you and Alex. I know someone who wants to help you but I need your cooperation in getting her here," "Charlie, you know I love you but you aren't making a whole hell of a lot of sense," "Look Katherine, I don't want to stay on the line too long. Just come to my office as soon as you can," he said and then he too hung up the phone. Standing there holding the receiver - again - I slammed it back down. Rage coursed through my veins - this thing was never going to stop unless I saw to it that it DID stop. Whatever Charlie wanted, it seemed obvious that it was pretty hush hush stuff. Walking into my bedroom, I gingerly removed my t-shirt and began to dress. If what Charlie said was true, then this might be the best chance yet to put an end to this nightmare - all the help we can get is just what we need. KIRSTEN'S STORY: Shivering a bit as I climbed into the backseat of the cab, I turned around to look out of the frost covered back window at Eliza, standing there waving as I left. I waved back and blew her a kiss as the driver pulled away from the airport, heading into the city. Eliza's plan, while ambitious, was certainly something I thought I could pull off. If we played it out right, and things fell into place like I hoped, not only would our little "mission" be successful, but Eliza and myself would both get quite a bit of enjoyment out of things. I sat back in the cab, looking out at the light snow falling on the city of Boston. Though I was an East Coast girl, I never really had taken to the cold weather of the north east. There were quite a few very bitter Jersey winters growing up and even being here in Boston for a few days made me long immediately for the much more mild California weather. As the driver drove onward, I reached into my purse and took out a compact, admiring myself in the small mirror. My hair had been pulled back in a pony tail and I only had the slightest bit of blush and lipstick on. I didn't want to look obvious as a celebrity - being dolled up completely would draw attention to myself. Still though, I had to at least look attractive enough to her when we were alone. Putting on a light shade of pink lipstick as a touch up, I smacked my lips together and put the compact back in my purse, settling back onto the seat, the stale air of the cab blowing on me. Well, I thought; at least it was warm. Further into the city, I noticed that the cab driver - a middle aged black man - kept looking at me in the rear view mirror. When I caught his gaze during his quick looks, I held it, smiling at him. "You're Mary Jane, aren't you?" he asked, his voice hard to make out over the low din of the radio. "Yep, that's me," I said, smiling my best Hollywood smile at him. Since "Spiderman", the constant stream of fans of the movie had seemed to never end. "Wow, I can't believe I'm giving a ride to you! What are you in town for, the sequel?" "No, that's not shooting for a while yet," I replied. "I'm here on...business," "That's nice. I hope you enjoy Boston. Though to be honest, I would think someone like you would have a whole entourage and not need a cab driver like me to drive you around," "Well, I like to travel like other people sometimes," I said with a sigh. "How much further by the way?" I had noticed that we were further into the city now, the streets lined with people coming and going like any other city. The buildings here were a mixture of old and new, which really wasn't surprising given the history of Boston. "Yes ma'mm, almost there. Harvard Square you said, right?" "Yes, thank you," We drove on in silence for another ten minutes or so before the car began to slow and then finally stop by the curb near a wide open courtyard like thing. Having traveled across the country on short notice, now I could really get to work. I got out of the cab and paid the man, who really was just a star struck joe whose day I probably made, and then scrawled on the back of my plane ticket stub an autograph for him. He waved good bye to me and I stepped onto the curb and zipped up my jacket, scanning the crowd as the bitter wind began to pick up, making my ears ache in pain from the cold. I was in Boston in search of Natalie Portman. I knew that, with school still in, she would be somewhere on this side of town, attending classes at Harvard. Once I found her, it would probably take quite a bit of charm - something I felt confident that I could do - to get her to abandon her plans for the day and travel around with me. Being short like her, it wasn't difficult to mingle in with the crowd and search her out. The hardest part however, was the fact that she really blended in with people because of her insistence on living a normal life away from all the spectacle of Hollywood. I remembered hearing her in an interview say that if she wasn't famous, she would be just another girl with brown hair, going about her life. This I very much doubted but as I strained to look for her as I walked around the Square and towards Harvard's campus, her words seemed all too truthful. I would recount my trek around the city, past seemingly endless amounts of students and professors and regular people as I tried to blend in with the crowd, but there really wasn't much to tell. After two hours of searching, having walked around in circles more than once (I couldn't stop and ask someone for directions on where to go for fear of being recognized), the sky was starting to get dark and the weather was turning more cold and my hopes of finding her today were growing more and more dim. I was just about to give up and call Eliza, have her come pick me up, when something caught my eye. Wearing a long black trench coat and huddled over a cup of coffee, a book in her lap, I saw a short woman of Natalie's build and appearance sitting off on a park bench, a street light over head as a couple sat, arguing with one another, at the other end of the bitch. Lifting a mittened hand to turn the page of her book, Natalie seemed oblivious to the rest of the world around her, her body hunched over to try and keep warm as she read. Someone bumped into me from behind, suddenly jarring me out of my transfixed state of studying her as the quite rude person passed by, muttering something about "getting out of the way bitch". I let it go without incident but then slowly began to walk forward, out of the line of pedestrian traffic as I continued to observe the girl on the bench. Though I was standing across the street from her, with cars driving by between us, I quickly realized that my assumption had been right. There was something about the way she held herself, even the way she sipped her coffee that conveyed not only poise but also some unexplainable trait that made her stand out. With a growing realitization, I understood it to be grace: how someone like her could simply sit on a park bench and read a book and yet still make it look calculated and practiced, without any effort whatsoever. You might think I was jealous of Natalie, and to be honest I think I was, at least professionally. Though we had both grown up somewhat the same: she from New York, me from New Jersey, both of us starting to act as children, part of me deep down resented how she had been able to hand pick her roles as an actress almost from day one while I had done many many many crummy movies and commercials. Still though, I knew that she was just another person and that fate had just dealt her a different hand than me. Neither of us were really struggling for work and we both had achieved huge success, so that was something to be proud of in spite of how we had done it. There was also something about Natalie's look that I resented - how she was so beautiful, so effortlessly and how even though I too was considered to be quite beautiful, her look was one that would turn heads, if given the right amount of attention. Shrugging off this growing sense of jealousy, I focused my mind on more immediate tasks. Namely, getting myself over there and distracting her. Glancing around the street, there were no really big distractions that I could cause or anything to draw attention to myself. To pull this off would require some actual acting, with some very careful scripting. Taking a deep breath, I moved to the crosswalk and crossed the street, my gaze focused on Natalie, who had not looked up once since I observed her. Once on the same side of the street as her, I quickly formulated a way to get her attention. It wasn't the most elegant thing, but it would certainly work. My heart beating in my chest more from excitement at what would (hopefully) come than fear of looking dumb, I slowly opened my purse, leaving the top flap open as I walked just a few feet from Natalie now, my purse on my arm. "Oops!" I said, dropping my purse to the ground in front of Natalie as I feigned tripping, the contents of the purse spilling out in front of her feet. Bending down to pick it up, I glanced up at Natalie, who had finally looked up from her book to see me down on the ground in front of her. At first her face did not register anything, but as our eyes met, it suddenly dawned on her who I was. Holding her place with her finger, Natalie closed the book around her hand. "Kirsten Dunst?" she asked, studying me. "Natalie Portman?" I replied, doing my best to act surprised at seeing her. "Wow, it really is you!" Natalie said, a smile crossing her face. I felt my heart skip a beat as she smiled at me, a beautiful sight to behold without doubt. "I guess it is me, though I am not always this clumsy," I said, gathering up the few contents of my purse and putting them back into it. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her attention now focused on me. "Oh, I'm in town visiting some friends. I had some time to kill before they got back from work so I was just walking around the city," I said, now kneeling on my knees in front of her, my purse in my lap. "Really? That's great. Wow, you know for two people who were all the rage this past summer, I think this is the first time we have actually met," Natalie said. "I think so too. And talk about a weird circumstance, me just falling to my feet in front of you," I said with a smile. "No doubt," Natalie said. She extended her hand. "Do you need some help?" "I think I've got it alright, thank you," I replied. "But could you give me a hand up?" Natalie nodded and I took her hand, lifting myself back up so that I was looking down at her. Natalie folded the corner on her book and put it beside her, looking up at me. "So, what are you up to?" I asked, shifting my bag on my shoulder. "Well, I just got done with finals yesterday so I've spent today doing some shopping and just relaxing. You wouldn't believe how much more tiring being in school is than actually being on a set," "I know. Sometimes I wish I had gone on to college, but since my career is really at a high point right now, I don't think my agent or parents would let me," Natalie laughed. "Yes, agents can be tricky. How long are you in town for?" "Oh, just a few days. I have to get back to LA soon to do some screen testing and script reading," "What are you working on right now?" "Well, I'm trying to decide on roles at the moment. I'm sure you know how that goes. I have Spiderman 2 coming soon to start shooting but until then, I'm just trying to pick a good role," "I understand," Natalie said. There was a pause in our conversation. "Hey Kirsten, would you like to go get a cup of coffee or something? You look pretty cold and I could go for a refill. If you have the time I mean," Bingo. Just the invite I was looking for. "Sure Natalie, I'd love to. But you'll have to lead the way - I don't know my way around town at all," Natalie laughed. "Not a problem. I was lost when I first got here, thinking I would be okay since I knew New York real well, but Boston is laid out totally differently. There is a good coffee shop right around the corner though, if you don't mind walking a few blocks," "Not a problem. Besides, I could use the exercise. I think I'm getting fat," I said with a grin as I helped Natalie off of the bench, feeling the heat from her small hand through her mittens. Natalie giggled at my comment. "If you're getting fat, then I'm an orca," The humorously named coffee shop, Hot Black Injection, was only a few blocks away. Natalie held the door for me as I walked in, shaking off a small pile of snow that had collected on my shoulder. The place was filled with students and professors from Harvard and any of the other thirty or so colleges in Boston and despite my celebrity (and Natalie's), we fit right in as we took a booth near the back. A cute girl came over as our waitress, smiling at Natalie and then looking at me and realizing who I was. The girl's face lit up and I could tell she was about to bubble over with excitement, but Natalie quickly extended her hand on the girls arm. "No Denise, it's alright. We really don't want a mob of people over here," "Sorry Natalie," Denise replied, a look of disappointment on her face. She turned to look at me. "I loved you in 'The Virgin Suicides' though," "Thank you," I said with a smile. As she walked away with our order, I breathed a sigh of relief at not getting mobbed by a store full of people. When I looked back over at Natalie, she was shaking her head in a grin as she looked down at the table. "What's so funny?" I asked, kicking her lightly under the table. Natalie looked up at me with a smirk on her beautiful face, trying not to laugh too much. "It's just...you should have seen the look on your face when she first recognized you," Natalie said, giggling quietly to herself. "What, and that doesn't happen to you?" I said, blushing a little at Natalie's comment. "It did when I first came in here, but all the waiters and waitresses know who I am now so they don't make a big deal out of it. To them, I'm just a student like them who happens to have acted in some movies," "'Some movies' of course being on of the biggest film franchises of all time," I shot back, giving Natalie a sly grin as I rolled my eyes. "Hey, you aren't exactly in a whole bunch of indie films yourself. Remember, 'Spiderman' made more money than the last 'Star Wars' did. That's something to be proud of," "I know, you're right. But I have to say Natalie, you're modesty is amazing. I have never met someone from Hollywood who was as grounded as you are," I replied. And it was true - I knew that Natalie was modest, but even talking to her now, it wasn't that hard to believe that she really WAS another student who acted in some movies. Denise arrived back at the table with our coffees, beaming at me as she set it down. I glanced over her shoulder and saw some waiters in the back chatting with themselve and pointing in our direction. Walking away from the table, I couldn't help but notice Denise's ass as it swished away in a pair of sheer black pants. Natalie and I sipped our coffee and talked for the next hour and a half, getting to know each other better. We quickly made a connection with each other, with both of us having had similar experiences in Hollywood - growing up around movie stars, memorizing lines while still trying to stay in school, being the youngest person often times on a movie set, dealing with obsessive fans...by the time we had finished our third cup (and what I presume to be Natalie's fourth), I felt an undeniable bond with Natalie, and I think she felt the same thing. There was just something about talking to her that made me feel like a better person. I can't really describe it, but as our conversation slowly began to wind down, the reality of what I was sent to Boston to do was starting to come back to me now. I hadn't really been looking to avoid it, but I was also not really looking forward to it that much. Besides the fact that I didn't think I would actually find her and it would work out that we got talking beyond just a casual hello, the thought of having an agenda when it came to seducing her and getting her to go along with the Rose Petals and their plans really didn't seem fair. Here Natalie was, just living her nice peaceful life, and Eliza and I were supposed to interrupt it. I felt a bit like a heel for having to do it, but I knew that now that the ball was rolling, there was really no stopping it. Which is not to say that I wasn't attracted to her. I had always thought she was beautiful, but now that I had gotten to know her better, I had become quite intoxicated with her personality and her appearance and I could feel a growing wetness between my legs at the thought of getting her into bed. So innocent, yet so smart and seemingly so worldly...her beauty was pretty rare, as was someone of her intellect, and was something that I found myself sucked in by. Setting her coffee cup down, Natalie glanced over my shoulder. "Woah, look at that Kiki," she said, having already adopted my pet nickname earlier in the conversation. "The snow is really coming down hard," I turned around and Natalie was indeed right - though not a blizzard, the flakes were falling very fast as the wind blew snow down the street and onto cars and passersby trying to huddle away from the cold. It was a very formidable looking storm and I wasn't really looking forward to going back out in it. A plan on how to push things further with Natalie began to formulate in my head. "I better call my friends. I don't think I can make it to their place in this weather," I said, looking down at my cell phone as I dialed Eliza's number. She picked up after one ring. "What's the progress?" "Hi! This is Kirsten!," I said, trying to keep the conversation from revealing too much. I noticed Natalie wasn't even watching me, instead staring out the window at the snow, her hand on her perfect chin. "How goes the seduction?" Eliza asked. "Oh no, I'm fine. Just fine," "Good, glad to hear it. When will you bring her to my hotel?" "Any ways, the reason I called was to say that I can't stay with you tonight," Eliza's voice rose an octave. "What?" "Yeah, I know, I really wanted to. But the weather is really bad outside and I can't get down to your part of town in this snow," "Kirsten, you know better than to screw this up!" Eliza hissed. "If the Mistress finds out..." I, meanwhile, kept my cheery demeanor. "Well, let me give you the name and room of the hotel I'm staying at. Maybe you can come visit me," Eliza sighed. "Alright, let me get a pen and paper..." I waited a few seconds and then said "Ok, ready?" "Yes, ready. Will I be able to set up the video equipment like we are supposed to?" "Uh-huh. I've stayed in this hotel before, so it should be all ready to go. I'm staying at the Hilton Boston, room 1119," "1119. Good. I will be in 1118, even if I have to kill someone to get that room. Good luck Kirsten and don't screw this up. The video will show everything," "Ok, so will I see you while I'm in town do you think?" "Not till tomorrow. Shit, I really wish I could have you to myself tonight but I know the Rose petals come first," "Ok, that's good. Thank you. I'll see you later then?" "Yes, I'll see you later Kirsten. Just remember no matter what happens, I still love you," Hearing those words from Eliza made a lump in my throat, but I managed to swallow it down before I hung up the phone. "You too. Bye," Natalie turned to look at me again. "When did you book a hotel room?" she asked, a totally innocent question but one that I now realized caught me in a bit of a trap. I thought real fast on my feet. "Oh, just now. Didn't you hear me?" I said, lying through my teeth. I had actually reserved the hotel when I thought that I wouldn't be able to find Natalie at all. I had booked a nice fancy room for me and Eliza to share for ourselves, something far better than the cheap one that I knew she had rented to seem "incognito" "No, I guess not," Natalie said, already a little bored with her own question. "I was just lost in watching the snow fall. It's so beautiful," "Not as beautiful as you," I whispered to myself as I continued to study and continued to be amazed by her overall. Eliza loved me, that I was certain. But I was already feeling something between Natalie and I that seemed BEYOND love. Natalie's ears perked up at my comment. "What did you say?" "I said 'I think so too'," I said, quickly correcting myself. "Well, I better be going before the weather gets any worse," I stood up from the table, putting my coat on and tying my scarf around my neck as Natalie rose with me. "Do you know where you're going?" she asked, not so much sounding like a doting mother as just a friend. "Uh, yeah I think so. I go left and then umm...take a right on this street and then four...no, maybe five blocks east and then..." I said, my arms pointing out in different directions before dropping to my side as I resigned myself to admitting I was lost. "Yeah, I'm pretty much clueless," Natalie laughed. "Would you like me to walk you to your hotel Kirsten? I wouldn't trust a cab in this weather," "Sure Natalie, that would be great," I said, my heart beat growing faster as I tried to contain my excitement. I had finally discovered what I was feeling. In spite of myself and the overall intention of what things had been, I knew now that I had a crush on Natalie. An undeniable, purely physical attraction to her. And like so many crushees, she was totally clueless. We left the coffee shop and stepped outside into the immediately blistering cold. I could feel the wind tearing at my cheeks immediately and Natalie, despite being accustomed to the climate, was gritting her teeth against the cold. We walked onward, chit chatting occasionally with an occasional joke or giggle or just casual remark, but for the most part we stayed silent, the wind whipping by us both as the snow began to pile up on street corners and parked cars. Besides a few cars on the road, their lights bright in the light of the dying day, there was hardly any one else out. We saw a pair of homeless people huddled in a doorway to stay out of the wind, both of them sharing a Grande coffee from Starbucks. Natalie reached into her pocket and handed them a small wad of bills, to which they thanked us and smiled as we moved onward. After about fifteen minutes and 10 blocks (it was further than I thought), we arrived at the hotel, the doorman outside under the awning smiling weakly at us as a strong wind kicked up and almost tore off his hat. He opened the door for us and we stepped inside into the blessedly warm lobby of the hotel. Shaking snow off of our coats, Natalie and I rubbed our hands together to try and warm up as we giggled with each other, each laughing at the other and their attempt to get warm. I took off the wool hat that I wore and shook my hair free, the ends damp from the snow outside as Natalie removed her gloves and folded them neatly under her arm. "Would you like to come up to my room to warm up a bit before going back out?" I asked. Natalie pondered the question for a moment, my eyes intently watching her, my heart secretly hoping she would say yes. "Well, I do have some other errands to run but...I guess a few minutes wouldn't hurt," she said. I smiled at her, the excitement of taking her to my room running through my body and warming me up in all the right places. "Ok, just one second. Let me go get checked in, ok?" "Ok," I walked over to the concierge and, after paying for the room and getting my keys, walked back over to Natalie a few minutes later. She had taken a seat on a couch, her hands folded between her legs as she watched a couple across the room whisper and giggle with one another. I stood beside her and followed her vision. "Isn't that cute? I sometimes wish I had time to date people, I really do," I had to bite my tongue as I nodded in agreement. "Yes, they are pretty cute. And don't worry, I'm sure you'll find someone. And when that happens, you'll simply make time for them," Natalie looked up at me and rolled her eyes. "Right, like where am I going to find a guy who isn't totally freaked out by me being a celebrity?" "Who said it had to be a guy?" I said with a smile, poking her in the shoulder to let her know that I was joking, despite the fact that I really wasn't. "Ha ha, very funny," Natalie said, poking me back as she played off the question. "All set?" "Yep, follow me," We took the elevator up to the 11th floor where my room was. Stepping off, I glanced down the hall and saw nothing there except for a few empty room service trays sitting on the floor. Natalie walked behind me, her small feet barely making a noise on the carpeted floor. I swiped the key through the slot and opened the door, the room dark as I stepped inside. Flicking on the light switch, the room suddenly lit up and revealed a massive king size bed in the middle of the room, as well as a large tv on a center dresser and the typical table and chairs off by the window and air conditioner. Natalie walked in behind me, shutting the door with a solid thud as she closed it. I stepped further into the room, kicking off my shoes. "Wow Kirsten, you spare no expense when it comes to rooms do you?" Natalie said, checking out the room. "Right, and you are a real penny pincher I bet," I countered. Natalie giggled. "No, I don't suppose I am. But still...that's an awfully big bed for one person," I walked over to it and flopped backward, spreading my arms out as I stretched out on it. "I like to stretch out, what can I say," Natalie chuckled to herself and then walked over to the mini bar like thing near the door. "I'll make us some coffee," Natalie said, already at work with the filters and pot. I propped myself up on the bed, my stocking feet hanging off the edge. "You drink more coffee than anyone I know," "I don't drink or smoke. It's my only vice I guess," I sat and watched her make the coffee, unable to keep my eyes from admiring her blue jean clad ass. Natalie had a very casual look about her, now that her coat was off. She wore a heavy sweater that didn't do much to accentuate her frame, but still looked incredibly stylish on her. With her cap off as well, I saw that her normally long brown hair was pulled up in a bun on top of her head. She rolled up the sleeves on her sweater as she worked on the coffee, pouring in the instant stuff into the maker and setting it to start. She swayed back and forth and hummed some tune I couldn't pick out to herself as I continued admiring her. Natalie turned her head back over her shoulder and looked at me with a grin. "What? Why do you keep staring at me?" "I'm just making sure you aren't trying to poison me or anything," I said slyly. "Ha! Boy, I could see the headlines now - 'Amidala poisons Mary Jane!' 'I just wanted a part in the sequel,' claims Portman'" I laughed at her joke as Natalie continued to look at me, a sexy grin on her face. I couldn't watch her anymore, at least without becoming incredibly turned on by even her slightest motions, so I turned back and looked for the remote for the television. Picking it up, I scooted towards the back of the bed. Resting my head against the wall as I looked at the remote for the power button, my ears suddenly perked up as I heard a noise. It sounded kind of like a whirring, at it was coming from the wall. Lifting my head up to look, I saw that the picture over the bed - one of those generic sunset pictures, was slightly crooked. Just above the left corner was a very very small hole in the wall, one that you wouldn't have seen if I hadn't been looking at it from that angle. Eliza's camera. My heart suddenly started to race at the thought of Natalie seeing the hole or hearing the whirring. My hand shot up quickly to push the picture up over the hole, but I thought better of it. Eliza, nor any of the Rose Petals, would not like it if I blocked their view. They had demanded some kind of proof that I did the job (which, truthfully, I was feeling quite a bit of trepidation about) and this might be the only way they could catch the action. As I lowered my head back down though, I could see reflected in the mirror right above the television other holes in the wall just like the one I had just found. What could have just been a simple hole in itself was now clearly one that had been placed there intentionally. They were scattered in all places over the wall, forming somewhat of a diagonal pattern as they made their way down, my eyes following them through the mirror all the way over to the corner of the wall (one at the very top) and even over the big window looking out onto the city (just above the frame in the middle). I was amazed that Eliza had been able to get so many cameras in so quickly, but I was sure she had done this sort of thing before. This was, after all, my first real involvement with any of the Rose Petals tactics. I guess they really wanted to make sure they captured all the action. As my eyes came back to the center of the room, a rush of arousal coursed through my body at the thought of Eliza on the other side, watching me through the wall on a bevy of television monitors. Natalie turned back towards me and, in an instant feeling of guilt, I immediately turned the television on to drown out the very faint whirring. It worked like a charm as I began to cycle aimlessly through the channels, Natalie carrying two cups of coffee over towards me on the bed. She slowly climbed on as I took one from her hand, allowing her to scoot on next to me and lean herself against the wall. "Two sugars and a little bit of cream, right?" Natalie said. I arched my eyebrows in surprise. "Wow, you were really paying attention weren't you?" "Hey, when you drink coffee like I do, you pick up on these things pretty quick," Natalie replied. Sipping the coffee, it somehow tasted far better than any coffee I had ever tasted. It had to have been because of the sheer fact that Natalie herself made it. As I swallowed down the first gulp, I realized how sweet a girl Natalie really was: the consideration to get coffee with me, to walk me to my hotel, to give the money to the homeless people and now this. Natalie was truly an innocent, good natured person. I again felt a pang of guilt at the fact that I had to seduce her like I was supposed to. Eliza (and who knew who else) was counting on me. But Natalie was also a normal person. She had feelings and needs and desires. She could get aroused and cause arousal just like anyone else. My mind clung to this fact as I began to think about every move I made now, with Natalie's body so close to me and the lingering scent of her perfume - a top designer brand that I couldn't place, maybe Ralph Lauren - wafting into my nose, even over the scent of the coffee. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as I slowly cycled through the channels, trying to find something good. When I came all the way back around, I stopped for a moment on the pay per view station. Natalie suddenly laughed and put her hand on my arm. "Wait wait, leave it here!" she cried "The adult movie titles are always a hoot!" I grinned and set the remote down as the titles and times of normal movies cycled through one screen at a time. We remarked back and forth to each other what we had seen and what we had not. After about three screens of this, a message popped up on the screen, causing us both to laugh hysterically as Natalie read it out loud in an imitated deep voice. "Note to parents!" she said, adding an exclamation point after every sentence. "To have adult movies and their titles blocked, please call the front desk! Viewer discretion on the following titles is strongly advised!" We both giggled and then began to really yell and laugh hysterically as the titles appeared on screen. "Sperms of Endearment," I giggled. "Forrest Hump!" Natalie laughed, a full throaty laugh that caused her whole body, as well as the bed to shake. We both began to howl at the next title - "Divine Secrets of my Sister's Hood" Like two school girls getting their first view of a Playboy magazine, we were rolling on the bed in laughter, Natalie's head on my shoulder as I fought back tears of laughter. Setting my coffee cup on the bedside table, I grabbed the remote. "That's it! I'm ordering 'Divine Secret's of my Sister's Hood!" I yelled, laying forward on the bed as I held the remote out in front of me, searching for the BUY button. "Kirsten, don't!" Natalie said through peels of laughter "Don't order that!" Natalie moved down next to me and tried to take the remote from my hand, but I was too quick and held it out above her head, my finger on the button. "Nope! I'm gonna do it!" I said, laughing as Natalie tried to wrestle the remote away. She lunged at my hand, a wide smile on her face in amusement, my free hand fighting off her own hands as she tried to stop me. She pushed her body against me as I pressed down on the button, causing me to roll to the edge of the bed and as she tried once more in vain to grab the remote from me. It was too late, the "Thank you for your purchase" message already appearing on screen as the weight of her body pressed against me, causing me to lose my grip on the bed and fall off the side, but not before grabbing Natalie by her arm and pulling her halfway there with me. I landed on my side, the remote in one hand beneath me and Natalie's stretched sweater in the other, pulled down over her shoulder as I clung to it for dear life, rolling onto my stomach to look up at the screen. The movie had started already, and we both became transfixed on the screen now as we saw two women passionately kissing one another on screen as they felt each other's bodies. I pulled myself back up by the bed, releasing Natalie's sweater, though her shoulder remained bare. Natalie, struggling to catch her breath, laughed at me between words. "Turn...it...off...Kiki," I grinned at Natalie as I stood up, diving back onto the bed and causing her to scoot over. "What's the matter Natalie, don't you want to watch?" Natalie looked from the screen - the two women had now shed their clothes - and back at me. "Kirsten, come on. That's silly!" "Oh, it will be fun. We can laugh at the dialog!" I said. I had no intention of turning it off or stopping the movie, as the scene on screen was already starting to arouse me quite a bit. Natalie sat up on the bed, crossing her legs indian style. "Fine fine, we'll watch it...but just for a little bit," Laying back down beside her, we both grew quiet as we watched the action on screen, me on my stomach and Natalie now finally settling back down on her own stomach, our legs just a few agonizing inches apart. Though I hadn't planned it this way, the game was now very much on in the task of seducing Natalie. On screen, I finally began to pay attention to what was happening. There were two women, a brunette and a blonde, both with very large fake breasts, pressing against one another as they kissed. Both were naked and the brunette had her back to the camera. The blonde had her hands on the girl's supple, soft ass, squeezing her cheeks as she traced a finger up the girl's crack and down towards her pussy, where the camera could not follow. The blonde broke the kiss and began to lower her mouth downward towards the brunette's breast, taking her nipple in her mouth as she looked up at the brunette with an innocent, lust filled gaze. Natalie, her eyes still on the screen, half heartedly spoke to me. "Come on, change the channel Kirsten," she said. "But Natalie, we are just getting to the good part!" I replied, trying not to sound too over eager. Natalie offered no reply as we continued to watch the porno, the low sound of that cheesy jazz beat playing on the soundtrack. Releasing the brunette's breast from her mouth, the blonde placed her hands on the girl's shoulders and pushed her downwards. Leaning back against a chair, she thrust her hips outward toward the curly haired brunette's face, her blonde patch of hair just above her pussy now visible in the low light of the film. Wetting her middle finger with her mouth, the brunette used her index finger and thumb to open up the blonde's slit before slowly working her middle finger inside of her. She looked up lovingly at the blonde as she slowly began to thrust upward into the woman's pussy, the blonde leaning backwards in pleasure against the chair, her legs spreading a bit wider as she enjoyed the feeling. I had become very aroused from watching this, my panties already starting to feel slightly wet, and - glancing at her out of the corner of my eye - I saw that Natalie was at least responding somewhat to the movie. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes barely blinking as she watched the movie, lost in the action on screen. I turned my gaze back to the movie, but my mind began to drift elsewhere. I could feel Natalie's growing heat against me, her leg just a few inches from my own. Lifting my feet in the air at the knees, I idly moved them back and forth, rubbing my socks together as I continued to stare at the screen - the brunette was now licking the blonde's bush with her tongue as she worked two fingers in and out of her. Through the reflection in the mirror, I saw that Natalie's legs were raised in the air now too. Casually, so as not to make it seem too forward, I "accidentally" bumped one of my feet against hers, knocking it down slightly. Bouncing back like one of those toy clowns, her small foot brushed against mine as well, her own maroon covered sock foot caressing absently against my ankle. Feeling more brave, I moved both of my feet towards hers, trapping her right foot in between my own for a moment as I slid my way over the slender shape of her foot, pulling my feet back together at the toes. I paused for a moment, waiting to see if Natalie would play along. She did, her foot moving down to my ankle, her toes pushing their way down my sock as it began to bunch up just below where she was penetrating the piece of clothing. Meanwhile, on screen, the sound of loud moaning as well as the brunette snacking on the woman's love box was beating out the noise of the soundtrack, both women now moaning. I felt Natalie's tiny toes brush against my bare skin as she lingered on my ankle for a moment, before slowly lifting her foot away from mine. Natalie's legs had spread a bit wider during all of this, as had mine, and we both had placed one leg down on the bed while playing footsy with one another with our still elevated limbs. I felt myself growing very very aroused by the whole ordeal, the maddening pace with which Natalie and I had started to flirt with each other almost enough to make me just lunge at her, kiss her. But I maintained my composure for a little while longer as a few more minutes passed. We continued to fondle and play with each other's foot like little kids, though I noticed now that Natalie had scooted closer to me than she had before, her hands holding her chin up while I rested my own face on one arm, both of us feigning interest in the movie. As Natalie slowly lowered her leg back down, after having pushed the cuff of my jeans up a little bit and exposing my smooth ankle, I grew more bold and began to slowly move my head towards her, trying to look at her face and gauge her reaction. Despite being a woman who just, quite frankly, liked to fuck other women, I felt all of my charms and skills go out the window as I laid on the bed with Natalie, myself now an expert who had forgotten her toolset. My face slowly turning towards hers, I saw that she too was straining to look at me. Unable to take the tease any longer, I turned my head sharply, immediately meeting her eyes. Neither of us said anything, as the sound of the movie and the whole world faded around us. Our faces were agonizingly close to each other now, giving me a perfect view of Natalie's flawless skin and face, the slight indentions in her lips and the beauty of her birth mark on each cheek just serving to amplify her beauty. I became lost in her gaze, our own soft light in the room making her deep brown eyes seem to go on for miles and miles, the light hitting them just right to give them a sort of translucent glow. I could hear and feel Natalie's breath against my body, the aroma of coffee and something else - a delicate sweetness perhaps - emitting from between her lips. Like two magnets drawn to each other, both of us total opposites of how the other lived their life, our faces began to move closer and closer to each other until, for one gloriously haunting moment we were less than an inch apart, so close to one another that I could see the pores of her skin and she mine, before our lips finally made an electric spark and touched together softly. The pressure and wanting between us now weighing on both of us heavily, we continued onward towards each other, our lips growing fuller and more intense in their union. Her mouth was soft and warm, the delicate features of her lower lip seeming to register with every sensory nerve in my body as first our bottom and then out top lips met one another. And then, just like that, we were kissing. I felt myself immediately begin to melt into Natalie, and she into me as our mouths became one, the soft pressure and sweet taste oh so satisfying in that brief, seemingly eternal second. There was no aggressor or leader or any of that. Just pure, simple union as we both equally shared and enjoyed the pleasure of one another. Despite my mind screaming to the contrary, I had never experienced a kiss as passionate or real as this - not with any other woman, not with a man, not even with Eliza. This was bliss and I never wanted it to end. I have no idea how long we held each other lip locked like that, but it was reluctantly Natalie who slowly lowered her mouth from mine, after teasing me ever so slightly with the tip of her tongue pushing and trying to part against my lips before thinking better of it. Natalie quickly lowered her head, a blush of shame or some other feeling flooding her face as she looked away from me. "I'm sorry...I..." I immediately reached my hand outward towards her. "Natalie, don't be sorry. It was just..." "I know, but I'm not normally like that and..." "Natalie, I didn't..." "No, it's not that Kirsten...Kiki. It's just...I don't know..." "But did you..." "Yes, I did. It felt so good, it felt so..." "I know what you mean," I replied. "But don't fight it. Don't you want to see maybe..." "I do but...I mean, I'm not a..." "No, of course you aren't Natalie. But neither am I...I just...I felt attracted to you is all..." "And I did to you too Kiki," Natalie said, looking up at me. "I feel so many emotions right now I can't..." I smiled at her. "Don't think Natalie. Just do," She smiled back at me shyly, lowering her eyes for a moment before returning them to my gaze. Natalie looked so sexy laying there next to me, a slight hint of color in her clearly flustered cheeks. I scooted as close as I could next to her on the bed, our legs now touching one another all the way up to the thigh. Nothing more had to be said now, it was as if we both knew exactly what to do. This time, with far more passion and determination, I leaned into her again and kissed her fully on the lips, wasting no time becoming re-intoxicated by her mouth and body. This time, when I pressed further against her, Natalie offered no resistance, allowing my tongue to gently part between her lips and teeth and enter the hot cavern of her sweet mouth. As my tongue slid inside of her, I felt Natalie moan softly against my mouth, clearly torn but also very much enjoying the feeling as I explored her mouth. Like a beast coming alive, as my tongue caressed past and over hers, Natalie's own tongue began to respond to my motion and I quickly felt it begin to wrestle and move against mine, the small muscle licking along the edge of my mouth as it entered into mine and explored diligently. With both of our faces now pressed against one another, I was forced to turn on my side and wrap my arms around Natalie's back, pulling her closer to me. She offered no resistance, slowly losing control of herself to her body's passion and desire. I ran my hands over her back, feeling the soft warm material of her sweater beneath my finger tips as Natalie tilted her head slightly towards me, giving us both a better angle at which to explore each other's mouth. We continued to kiss for a while, when I began to sense a bit of uncertainty in Natalie's body. Though her eyes were closed, I opened my own just enough to see her left hand nervously opening and closing against her jean clad thigh, as if uncertain about what to do next or where it's proper place was. Removing a hand from the back of her neck where I now held her close against me, I took her hand in mine and pulled it towards my chest, placing her open palm directly on my breast, Natalie's fingers immediately sinking into the flesh of my shirt as her fingers flexed gently against me. Natalie opened her eyes and gasped at where her hand was, pulling her mouth away from mine and removing her hand as if she was bitten. I caught it before it got too far and, still locking eyes with her, lowered it back onto my breast, my fingers squeezing her slender digits gently, signaling that it was ok for her to touch me and feel me. Natalie's tense body relaxed a bit as she held her hand unmoving on my breast, still not brave enough to give into her conflicting impulses. I meanwhile, had no such hang up. Though I was not acting on any real schedule, nor the way I would normally act if it was anyone else, I was no stranger to this sort of lustful feeling and as such, wanted it to continue. My hand on Natalie's back, I slowly snaked my hand downward to the small of her back. As the women on screen continued to moan and gasp in pleasure with one another, my fingers slowly slid up underneath Natalie's sweater, for the first time touching her soft and warm skin. Natalie jumped like a frightened cat at the feel of contact between my hand and her flesh, but she quickly settled back down, this entire experience still very alien and new to her (though hopefully not her last). Knowing that Natalie was much more relaxed now, I was much more confident that she would let me continue. My palm now on her back, I slid it upward along her smooth spine, feeling her small vertebrae as my fingers danced over her skin, my thumb having hooked onto the hem of her sweater and pulling it upward along with my hand as I continued to move up her body. Pulling her sweater upward on her body, all the way up to her shoulders with my finger catching for a brief moment on her bra strap, Natalie offered no resistance until the garment was bunched up against her neck, her bra covered breasts exposed to me for the first time. As I tried to pull the sweater over her head, Natalie broke the kiss and scooted a bit away from me, catching her breath from the kiss as she absently began to try and pull the sweater back downward. "Kirsten, I don't know if I want to..." "Shh, Natalie," I said, cooing to her. "Just relax. Let me make you feel good, ok? Do you trust me?" "Ye...yes, I guess I do," Natalie said, still clearly a bit uncomfortable with the situation and the signals her body was giving her. "Like I said, don't think. Just feel," I said gently to her, placing my hands at her sweater. She lowered her arms to her side and gave in to me, allowing me an opportunity now to take full control of the situation. I took the sweater in my hands and, tilting Natalie's body slightly, pulled it up and over her head in one slow motion, allowing her bunned hair to finally come free from it's loose entanglement and cascade down her bare shoulders. Tossing the sweater to the side, I pulled Natalie up on the bed so that we sat facing each other. Taking her small hands in my own, I placed them at the bottom of my shirt. She grasped onto the hem tightly, uncertain of the next step. I knew Natalie was no virgin, but it was clear that she was very inexperienced with what to do - especially when it came to matters of the same sex. "Here Natalie," I said to her, making sure our gaze never broke. "Take off my shirt," I glanced down at her hands, which were trembling slightly, and watched as she began to pull my shirt upwards on my body. I lifted my arms up to give her better access, as inch by inch my own bare flesh became exposed to her. Natalie kept looking at me, then at her hands, then at the floor nervously as she continued unguided in removing my shirt. As it reached my neck, I placed my hands atop of hers and gently pulled it over my neck, setting it down between us on the bed as I sat up straight, giving her a full view of my body. I had worn a black lace bra, knowing what the occasion would be, and though Natalie was now also wearing just a white cotton bra, she seemed transfixed by the sight of my breasts, something that made me tingle with anticipation. She stared at them as she rested her hands in her lap, eagerly it seemed, to be waiting on what to do next. Without saying anything but implying so much, I pushed my chest forward slightly so that she could see my breasts better. I was very proud of the cleavage and chest size that I had, though I was certainly not picky when it came to the breast size of my lovers. Natalie's small breasts were rising and falling somewhat sporadically on her chest, her heart beating wildly in her chest, making them bounce a bit as she watched me. Reaching my hand out, I placed it underneath her chin and lifted her gaze to mine. Smiling, I slowly moved my hands around my back to the clasp on my bra, unfastening it. Sliding my shoulders inward slightly, I let the bra fall off as my nipples and breasts were now fully exposed to the warm, artificial air of the room. I could feel the blood rushing through my aroused nipples as Natalie's eyes grew wider at the sight of them, her gaze crying out for what she really wanted - to touch them. "It's alright, you can touch them if you want to," I whispered to her. Natalie just nodded in her dazed state, her hands rising partly from her lap. I reached my fingers out and touched her arm, caressing it gently as the soft, light hair above her skin danced beneath my fingers. Natalie responded in kind to my touch, her arms moving forward more until the tips of her fingers were just out of reach of my nipples. With one hand, she delicately traced her index finger over the hard nub, causing me to shudder in pleasure at her touch. My nipples were very sensitive and if I didn't know that I had a long night ahead of me, I would have practically cum right there. Growing more brave, Natalie placed her other palm on my left breast, the warm heat from her body transferring to my own as she touched my skin, her smooth palm against the rough bumps and indentations of my nipple. I gasped in pleasure as she squeezed my breast with her hand gently, feeling it's heft and weight. I was more than happy to let her do this, but I too wanted to feel the touch of her skin beneath the bra she wore. I leaned in closer to Natalie now, kissing her again. She at first seemed startled, then settled into the same slow groove we had established and began to kiss me back, her hands now fully grasping my breasts as I leaned into her. I slowly moved my hands to her back once more, sliding my hands upward onto her shoulders as I held her close to me, our bare flesh now touching. Breaking the kiss, I lowered my mouth to her neck and began to plant soft kisses on her throat and downward towards her shoulder as Natalie moaned, rubbing her cheek against my face at my touch, her fingers now exploring the outline of my nipples. With my hands on her shoulders and my mouth against her throat, the slight swallowing of her excitement in her neck registering against my lips, I placed my fingers against each bra strap on her shoulders and methodically began to pull them down over her bare skin. It was slow going at first, until Natalie relaxed her arms a bit, her mind and body occupied by the feel of my own body and the straps came free over her arms. I lifted my mouth from her neck and began to kiss her passionately, exploring her mouth with wild abandon as we each grew more and more heated and excited with each other. As her bra slid over her shoulders, exposing her breasts centimeter by agonizing centimeter, I opened my eyes to look downward at her chest, her nipples becoming visible to me for the first time between the mounds of flesh that made up her tits. Her bra now resting against her toned, firm belly, our lips parted once more as we both leaned back slightly to admire each other. Getting my first view of her nipples sent a wave of arousal through me - her areolas were a rich brown color, slightly darker than her middle eastern skin, with very small nipples that jutted out not even a half inch from her breasts. There was a faint hint of a tan line from the summer that had just passed, but otherwise the coloring and make up - much like the rest of her - was flawless. I gently pushed Natalie's hands away from my breasts with a slight smile. Reaching over to finally turn off the television - the movie was still playing, and had grown quite explicit, but it had served it's purpose, I looked into Natalie's eyes once more. "Lay back Natalie," were all the words I spoke, but Natalie responded immediately, as she lowered herself onto her back, so that she was laying horizontally against the end of the bed. I climbed on top of her and smiled at her, my blonde hair hanging against my face as Natalie looked up at me with a gaze of wonder and arousal, excited but uncertain about what was next to come. I kissed her cheek softly and then lifted my head for a moment, only to lower it a moment later to her breast. Kissing the top of her left breast, I extended my tongue and tasted for the first time some of her excited perspiration. Natalie had slowly began to sweat during our encounter, her body responding to the immense heat emanating between us. The salty taste of her body hung on my tongue for a moment, before I pressed my lips further onto her breast, tracing my lower lip over the tip of her nipple. Natalie raised her head and gasped in surprise, but I paid her no mind as I moved my wet tongue downward over her areola, flicking her nipple once with the tip. Natalie cried out in pleasure, a startling surprise from someone normally as reserved as her, but simply laid there contentedly as I slowly began to kiss and suck on her nipple, raising it up slightly into my mouth before releasing it onto her breast, where it jiggled ever so delicately. Her skin wet from my saliva, I moved my lips from her left breast to her right one, repeating the same process over again. Natalie moved her hand to her belly and slid it downward absently, her back arching off the bed somewhat from my attention to her breasts. Satisfied that I had aroused her well enough, I lifted my mouth reluctantly from her. Propping myself up above her by my knees, I placed my hands on the button to her tight jeans, undoing the clasp as it sprang free, the soft metallic sound the only noise besides our heated panting in the room. Taking the small metal end of the zipper to her jeans in my fingers, I pulled it downward as the material parted like some biblical sea for me, revealing a pair of dark green panties underneath her jeans. Though they weren't what I would call lingerie or sexy (how was she to know she would be in a hotel room having her first lesbian experience later that day?), on Natalie they still looked incredible. I took hold of her jeans and pulled them down over her hips, Natalie raising her small ass from the bed as to allow me better access to them. Sliding them down her legs and finally off her still sock covered feet towards the floor, I gazed now at Natalie's near naked form. Her hips jutted ever so slightly from her slender frame, though they were not what I would call wide hips by any stretch of the imagination. In the light of the room, her jeans discarded, I could clearly make out her mound between her now slightly crossed legs, the slight rise at the base of her pyramid indicating where her pussy lips and cleft were. The material of her panties was slightly damp, I could see, though not nearly as wet as my own. Natalie's mind must have been racing a mile a minute, and in it's haste had only granted her a certain extent of arousal. Not wanting her to think that she would be the only one naked in this ordeal, I ran my hand down her leg and thigh with two fingers as I stood up on the floor by the bed. Undoing my own jeans, I pushed them and my black lace panties down over my legs and rejoined her on the bed, now totally nude, the cool air rushing over my freshly shaved pussy. Natalie watched in wonder as I moved on the bed, but I closed my legs so as not to give her too good of a look. That would certainly come later. Instead, I scooted up by her and placed my hand on her thigh, stroking it with my fingers. I placed my mouth against the smooth flesh of her skin, kissing it as I felt the warmth from between her legs radiate upward towards my face. It took all the self control I had not to just tear her panties right off and ravage her. Now though, with her leg in my hands, I lifted it up off the bed and placed it on my shoulder. Natalie bit her lip in anticipation as I began to kiss along her inner thigh, my blonde hair tickling her skin and causing her goosebumps as I moved downward. My motions were a mixture of licks and kisses and caresses between my hands and mouth, all heading towards the inevitable prize that lay between her legs. I tickled beneath her knee with my tongue, causing Natalie to giggle and writhe a bit on the bed. Smiling at her after now finding a good tickle spot, I pressed on, the scent of her arousal now filling my nose as I began to make out the slight indentation of her opening pressing against her panties. As I neared her cunt, I gently set her leg back down on the bed, noticing now that Natalie's eyes were closed and that she was totally relaxed and aroused, eagerly awaiting my next move. I couldn't help but feel excited about the whole thing, my lust now burning stronger than any I had ever felt as I focused my gaze on her pussy. I moved my hands to Natalie's belly, rubbing my fingers over her indented belly button as I stroked her skin for a moment before placing my fingers on her panties. Slowly and deliberately, I grasped the waist band of them and pulled them downward, slowly revealing to me the treasure beneath. Natalie again lifted her ass off the bed reflexively now to remove her panties, as I pulled them downward further and further and the first traces of her pussy became visible. Having pulled them all the way off, I bunched up the slightly damp material and moved it down one leg, focusing my gaze on her beautiful cunt for the first time. Even though I had tasted many and seen even more, the sheer sight of Natalie's sex was enough to make even me gasp. Sparsely covered with what would have to be described as a goose like down, the brown hair over her opening was soft and matted down gently against her skin, forming a near perfect V shape between her legs. The narrow strip of hair grew darker as it further approached her pussy opening, growing almost black as it tapered off over her lips. The lips themselves were equally amazing to behold - slightly parted from her arousal and excitement, the rich brownish color of them were flushed with the blood that had raced down to her sex. A slight drop of excitement, as if a drop of dew on a meadow, clung to the top of one of the lips, like a tour guide beckoning one further inside. Her opening looked tight and closed, not very well stretched or accommodating it seemed for a cock to enter. But luckily for her, there were none present. I sat and gazed at her pussy for a good long while, so long in fact that Natalie began to shift a bit as if uncomfortable at my stare. This woke me from my state and I began to practically salivate at the chance to taste her. My own hands now trembling a bit, I placed my fingers along the edges of her narrow strip of hair and moved them downward, feeling the soft touch of her hair against my hand, enjoying the sensation of smooth downy to somewhat abrasive curliness the closer I got to her opening. My two fingers met in a V shape between her legs, and I proceeded to place my palm completely over her pussy, feeling the wetness of her body soaking into the bottom of my hand. I began to rub my hand up and down over her snatch, causing Natalie to moan again as I started to arouse her even more. My strokes over her pussy began to increase in pace and before long, I was rubbing against her quickly, Natalie's hips thrusting upward each time I would touch a particularly sensitive part of her body. Lowering my hand from her, for the first time I glanced up and made direct visual contact with the holes - the cameras - in the wall. I had forgotten completely about Eliza watching us, but I knew for a fact that behind the wall, she was madly playing with herself and enjoying every minute of it. Well, since that was the case, I would have to put on a show for them. My hand still slightly wet from her juice, I reached up and tenderly caressed Natalie's breasts, smearing the little bit of moisture over her nipples and into her skin, before slowly kneeling between her legs. Natalie immediately parted her thighs for me, causing her pussy lips to open more and give me the first view of the delicious looking pink that lay inside of her body. Licking my lips seductively at her, I placed my mouth a few inches away from her cunt. Gently pursing my lips, I blew a stream of warm air at her pussy, the immediate response from Natalie coming in the form of a low groan and gasping. I moved my mouth up and down along her slit, letting the air trickle into her deepest regions all over her pussy. Placing my hand next to her snatch, I lovingly touched and rubbed her aroused labia lips between my fingers, the wrinkled flesh soft and pliable against the tip of my finger and my nails. Pulling one of her lips to the side, I gazed lovingly at the subtle shift in color from a rich brown to a darker red that signified the deeper region of her cunt. I ran my finger over this part, eliciting a shiver from Natalie as I explored her pussy. I repeated the process with the other finger to the same result. It was clear - Natalie was now ready to be fucked. Softly, I lowered my mouth onto her snatch. At first Natalie didn't respond it seemed, but as my lips gave way to my tongue, giving me the first taste of Natalie's juices, she cried out in pleasure immediately, her legs shuddering around me, closing tighter towards my face. Retracting my tongue for a moment, I delved it into her further almost immediately, curling it slightly so as to catch the sweet honey dew of her pussy on my tongue. The drop of juice soaked into my tongue, registering with my taste buds an immediately intoxicating taste. I wanted more, and there was only one way to get it. Like a cat, I moved my mouth back slightly from Natalie's pussy and then began to lap at it further, from bottom to top, making sure to gather up as much juice from her body as possible. Her excitement had only begun to build now, and her cunt seemed to be undergoing a transformation. A flower opening up before me, so was the sight of Natalie's ever dampening pussy in front of me. At the very top of her slit, I could make out the tip of her clit, emerging from it's hood in a full state of arousal. I placed my mouth back onto her pussy now, my tempo increasing as I licked at her pussy lips, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper into her hole. Natalie was beginning to squirm and writhe on the bed, clearly enjoying the new feelings going through her body. Whether or not this was her first time having oral sex, I didn't know. But she certainly was appreciating it like it was. My tongue wedged as deep as it would go inside of her, I sensed that all of this excitement was building quickly towards an orgasm for Natalie. Her juices had begun to flow more rapidly now, coating my tongue and lips with her girl juice. I swallowed down all that I could greedily, the sweet and salty taste of her lust, her innocence and her love all mixing into one amazing feeling for me as the warm liquid went down my throat. Holding onto Natalie's thighs firmly, I knew from the bouncing that she was doing on the bed, making it harder for me to control her, that it was time to bring her home and give her her release. Removing my mouth from her pussy for a moment, I repeated the technique I had seen in the film. My lips already wet with her juices, it was not difficult at all to wet my own middle finger with my saliva and her juice before sliding it into her pussy. Unlike the woman onscreen though, I chose to go for Natalie's clit rather than just force myself further into her. It paid off - as the tip of my finger found her gently hiding clit, I pressed down against the hood protecting it and pushed it outward, causing Natalie to gasp even more as the hard little nub was revealed to me. Red and filled with blood and arousal, it took just one simple flick with my finger, gently but firmly, to set Natalie off. In a guttural cry that was unintelligible and yet incredibly erotic, Natalie's legs closed around my head tightly as she raised her ass from the bed, screaming out as her body shuddered all at once and she orgasmed intensely, her juice spilling forth all over my hand and onto the bed between her legs. I quickly dropped my mouth down to her pussy and sucked up all of the juice I could in one quick mouthful, swallowing down the fluid like it was my first taste of water in days. Natalie arched her back on the bed as the orgasm continued to rock her body, and copious amounts of her cum continued to spill outward, coating her once smooth and dry pussy with wet, sticky cum. As Natalie's orgasm began to slowly crest and then end, her body finally stopped shivering and her eyes slowly fluttered open, my mouth and exhausted tongue now wet and covered in her juices as I lifted my panting face from between her legs. Natalie struggled to catch her breath as I pushed her thighs aside, but she had enough strength to reach down and brush away a lock of my hair from my face, the end dangling a clear drop of her juice from the bottom of it's matted ending. Slowly, a smile crept onto Natalie's face as she stretched her arms upward over her head, relishing the afterglow of her orgasm. I crawled up on the bed beside her. Looking up at me with those beautiful brown eyes of hers, Natalie finally spoke for the first time in what seemed like an eternity, her voice hoarse and deep. "Kirsten...Kiki...that was the most amazing experience of my life. I was literally trembling until I finally orgasmed, but the release was so...I can't put it into words," I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed Natalie, surprised for a moment when her tongue escaped from between her lips and tasted off some of her own juices from around my sticky mouth. "I'm glad you enjoyed it Natalie," "Enjoyed it would be an understatement. Does it always feel like that for you too?" "Well, there's one way to find out," I said to her with a grin. "That is, if you are up for it. I'd be more than happy to teach you," "It's the least I can do. I want you to feel as good as I did Kiki. I want desperately for you to feel the same. Teach me. Make me as good as you," I kissed her again. "Then let's start now," I crawled up to the top of the bed, making sure Natalie could see my ass move and my wet pussy between my legs as I moved (as if she would be watching anything else!). Pulling the bed sheets back and pushing the heavy blanket and comforter of the bed up in a ball by her feet, I motioned for Natalie to come join me at the top of the bed with a finger. She eagerly crawled up next to me, laying her body against mine tightly like a diligent student, eager for her lesson. I stroked my hand down her naked form, over her nipples as an after thought, before piling the pillows up under my head and stretching my legs out wide to give her access. Reaching down with my hands, I stroked my now very very wet pussy with my fingers, parting my lips so that Natalie could see deep into my hairless twat. Natalie did not need any further instruction as she climbed between my legs. But what I thought was just freshman enthusiasm turned quickly to puzzlement as Natalie looked at me sheepishly. "Just go ahead and put your head down there," I said in encouragement. "Do what you think would feel good for you, I'm sure it will be wonderful for me," I watched as Natalie looked at me a bit apprehensively before slowly lowering her head between my legs. I shivered in anticipation as I felt her hands touch my folds, taking the place of where my own fingers had been. Natalie gently and delicately traced her finger around my cunt, much like I had done to her, before rubbing her fingers over my opening. With my slit already moist and ready to go, the build up and tease was not nearly what it had been with her. I was trying to introduce Natalie to the pleasures of sex with a woman - she was simply paying me back the favor. I could almost visualize Natalie's face as she was between my legs, face to face with my sopping wet and desire filled pussy. The thought of someone as innocent and straight laced as her facing such a decision almost made me cum just from the vision itself. I pushed the thought away grudgingly though, as Natalie began to focus on me and find her own rhythm. With her three main fingers - index, middle and ring - neatly closed together, Natalie began to make small circles over my pussy lips, rubbing them back and forth as she alternated between applying pressure and not - sometimes she would press hard against my cunt, giving it an extra sensation of weight and attention, while others the simple caress of her small fingers was enough to keep me excited, despite her lack of pressure. I gasped to myself when Natalie then began to surprise me. At first I thought she was simply opening me up further, but what I quickly felt was not just one finger but two, and then three, pushed inside of my tight pussy. I couldn't stop the reflex in my body, and so my legs closed tightly around her hand, trapping her fingers deep inside of my body. "Oh yeah Natalie! Keep it up!" I moaned to her as she wiggled her fingers around inside of me, stroking my inner walls. With her hand still buried inside of me, I suddenly felt Natalie's tongue tentatively begin to lick and taste my juices. The feeling of the wet muscle against my own wet muscle was heaven, and brought me to a new level of pleasurable bliss. I reached my hand down and placed it on her head, holding her mouth between my legs as she first lapped at my cunt and then began to suck on my pussy lips, which were by now fully stretched and aroused. The feel of my labia between her lips was indescribable - my nerves came alive with excitement as Natalie continued to eat me out, drinking down my juice while her fingers thrust inside of me and made more for her. Stroking my nipples with my hand and as I played with Natalie's hair in the other, I purposely squeezed my legs tight around her head, trapping her beautiful face between my legs, forcing her to lick faster and faster at me - for an orgasm was the ONLY way I would let her go. Natalie was diligent in her task, wedging her tongue deeper inside of me in the nooks and crannies that her fingers couldn't reach, always managing to find a pocket of my sweet pussy juice to lap up and taste. Again the vision of innocent, good girl Natalie eating her first pussy crept into my mind and despite the naughtiness of it - I still felt guilty, though not at that particular moment - about bringing her into this whole corrupt, hedonistic world I was in - it was proving to be a real turn on. I moaned and groaned as Natalie became more adventurous, stroking my clit with her finger while using the other two to keep thrusting into me. Placing her mouth on my cunt again, Natalie worked her tongue into me, flicking it in and out like a cat, moving it so quickly that my nerves did not even have time to react to it's absence. Gasping for breath, Natalie removed her fingers from between my legs and, studying them for a moment, placed them into her small mouth and cleaned them of my juice. Grinning at me, her hair strewn all over her face and her cheeks red with perspiration, Natalie looked up at me with that beautiful smile of hers, so cute yet so sophisticated. The sight of her mouth though was just too much - in the dim light of the room, I could see all over her face the sticky residue of my cum mixed with the sweat from her body. Crying out, I couldn't take any more as this final erotic image - an innocent corrupted - triggered a switch deep inside of me and I literally felt my body shake and convulse as I came in torrents onto Natalie's once again lowered face. Loud slurping noises came from between my legs, just further proof of Natalie's seemingly endless desire to please me, despite all of this being new to her. Natalie sucked up my juices as I felt her tongue moving wildly in and around my pussy - on my thighs, around the outer lips, just about anywhere and everywhere that some of my love juice could have spilled forth. My body continued to shudder as I came, riding the wave of pleasure as I felt the flood from within me slow down to a trickle, Natalie's fingers still working in and out of me rhythmically. She slow down her once fast pace now and allowed me to catch my breath a bit as my ass continued to spasm on the bed, bouncing me up and down slowly as my orgasm subsided. I closed my eyes for a moment and relished the feeling of afterglow from my cum, Natalie's head now resting on my thigh as she continued to lap occasionally at my pussy, but clearly more content to just let me bask in the fading pleasure of orgasm. Crawling up from between my legs, Natalie's face and hand sticky with my juice, she laid her head next to me on the pillow, resting on her back as she too caught her breath. The outline of her body in the dim light of the room made her skin and face appear flawless, the smooth contour of her tummy leading down to the patch of matted hair between her legs as she splayed them out on the bed. Holding her hand up above her, a trickle of juice running down her finger, she seemed to be studying it, to be fascinated by it as she rotated her hand in small circles, playing with the juice. Just as the drop was about to fall off of her wrist, Natalie pulled her hand to her mouth and caught it, tasting the liquid on her cute pink tongue as she grinned up at me. "Did I do alright Kiki?" Natalie asked, the urgent need for approval in her eyes as she looked at me. "You were incredible for a beginner Nat," I replied. It was the truth too - though I had set out to seduce her and make Natalie mine, she clearly had went along with things, had given into her body's demand for pleasure. She was like putty in my hands I now realized, and I suddenly understood the power trip that Eliza felt when she brought in a new member to the Rose Petals. To be in control of someone's pleasure, to take that much control of someone's life and to demand that they pleasure you or get off someone of your choosing was a very heady feeling. I took Natalie's hand and placed it against my lips, sucking off what little of my own moisture remained. My juices tasted sweet, and even sweeter for some reason coming off of Natalie's hand. There was so much more I wanted to do with Natalie - I had brought a small vibrator with me just in case Natalie resisted my advances. But laying on the pillow, I felt sleepiness wash over me and I could see that Natalie was equally exhausted. There would be plenty of time for other things. Natalie nestled her head against my breasts, her small face resting against my bare chest as I pulled the covers up over us, settling in for a little bit of sleep. "So did you have fun Natalie?" I asked, stroking her hair with my hand as I yawned. "Mmmhmm...that was wonderful Kiki, it truly absolutely was," "Good, I'm glad. It was great for me too. So would you like to do it again sometime?" I asked, hoping and yet already knowing what her answer would be. Natalie's eyes closed, she smiled weakly at me. "To feel that good again Kirsten, to experience what we just did, I would do anything for you," "And I for you," I said as I wrapped my arms around her bare shoulders, feeling her breath tickle my nipples as she drifted off to sleep. Reaching over for the light, I gave a quick and victorious smile to the holes in the wall, winking at them before I turned the switch. 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