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A little bit less sex this time around, but I promise the payoff
will be very good by series end (I am ending it at Chapter 10).
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 7

By Carnage Jackson

carnagejackson@hotmail.com
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Standard Disclaimer:

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

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

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

This is Part 7 of an ongoing series.
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Just last night, I was reminded of just how bad it had gotten. -
Violent Femmes




ALEX'S STORY:

  The dazzling cacophony of headlights, lit billboards and
streetlamps mirrored the turmoil that was going through my mind
as I headed towards the airport. My entire life seemed to be a
whirlwind of uncertainty now, especially given all the
information Charlie had just told me, and his insistence that I
leave immediately to go to Japan.

  It wasn't that I didn't believe Charlie - far from it. In fact,
his information was invaluable to me in my now borderline
obsessive quest to stop Wilton Willis and the Rose Petals from
continuing this abomination towards actresses in Hollywood. It
was just that, well, all of this information was overwhelming in
how quickly it had been dumped on me, and how I had to just react
immediately to what was probably my best bet in at least taking
the next step towards stopping them. I wasn't sure what Mr.
Kyokota would tell me, but for me to have to travel half way
around the world to see him, I knew that it would be very
important.

  Traffic was not too bad on the freeway, but as I continued to
drive the 40 minutes or so towards the airport, my busy mind gave
way to my suspicious nature as I glanced in the rearview mirror.
About four cars back was a large black sedan, using it's high
beams. It had been following me for about 10 miles now, always
changing lanes whenever I did and yet always staying far enough
back to keep me from making out it's passengers. But as I
continued to drive and it stayed a safe distance there behind me,
my radar and intuition started to grow louder and louder.

  Glancing up as I passed under it, I saw the exit ramp sign for
the airport. My eyes in the rearview watching the sedan, I saw
the exit looming close up ahead, cars already turning off. The
two lanes next to me were fairly empty, so as I grew within a 1/4
of a mile near the exit, I waited until the last possible minute
to change lanes. Cutting swiftly through the darkened highway, I
glanced up in the mirror and saw that the sedan was not behind
me.

  But my heart leaped into my throat a moment later as I was
getting onto the off ramp as I saw the sedan cut off three other
cars and swiftly change lanes. There was now only one car
separating me and it as I continued off the ramp and towards the
airport parking lot. My eyes began to flicker back and forth -
from the road to the rearview and then back again, the sedan now
visible enough that I could see at least two people's outlines in
the front seat of the car. The chase it seemed, was on.

  Taking a deep breath to compose myself, I couldn't shake the
nagging warning that Charlie had given me - that it would just be
a matter of WHEN before Willis' goons came after me, now that I
knew as much as Charlie. For whatever reason, they had decided to
let me live before. But now, it seemed that the well of my luck
had run dry and it suddenly became very daunting, very necessary,
for me to get on that flight to Japan.

  Pulling up to the parking attendant, I smiled politely as I
took the long term parking ticket and headed towards the parking
garage at a now rather rapid speed for a parking lot. Up and down
I went, deeper and deeper into the belly of the garage, trying
desperately to find a spot near the bottom floor of the garage so
that I could get inside the airport quickly.

  But lady luck was not done with me yet - as I came near the end
of the third floor level, I spotted a large SUV backing out of a
spot, license plate reading simply "JOA". I felt a great sense of
relief wash over to me as it pulled out and I pulled my car into
it, wedged neatly between two massive earth crushing SUVs.

  Stepping out of the car slowly, I paused for a second to listen
for any approaching vehicles. I stood that way for probably 10
seconds before feeling it safe to move out of the shadows. Just
as I stepped into the light of the dim orange bulbs that
illuminated the garage, I saw the headlights of the sedan come
cresting over the incline leading up to this level, it's speed
suddenly picking up when the driver spotted me. I broke into a
full on sprint as I bypassed the elevator and headed for the
stairs, taking them two at a time as I heard the slam of car
doors behind me.

  I reached the ground level quickly and walked into the busy
rush of the airport, composing myself as I looked around for the
gate I needed to board at. It was at terminal C, gate J, which
was only a short distance away. I started heading that way,
walking quickly but not too quickly so that I did not raise any
suspicion. Panting to myself as I walked what now seemed like a
very long distance, I could hear people say "Hey, watch it!" and
"Get out of the way!" behind me as the sound of footfalls quickly
became audible to me.

  It was a very surreal experience, moving fast without really
moving. With all the new airport restrictions, any sort of
suspicious behavior would likely get you detained and hauled in,
regardless of if you were really a threat or not. Because of
this, what would have normally been a full on sprinting foot race
was now a sort of delicate ballet, wherein the people after me
also knew the rules and protocols for airport behavior and ALSO
didn't want to bring attention to themselves. So we moved like
that, me side stepping around people and they simply shoving them
out of the way. I didn't dare look back to see who they were, but
I knew they were very very close behind.

  Approaching the terminal, I fished in my pocket for my ticket
as I stepped into the line for screening. There were about a
dozen people in front of me, all moving very slowly as each one
of their carry-on bags was checked and the world was (supposedly)
being saved from terrorists. A young couple stepped in line
behind me, actually cutting off my pursuers just in time as they
too stepped into line behind me. This was going to be tricky.

  I stole a glance at them in a nearby advertisement, it's
reflection showing to me two large men in black suits and black
ties, their muscles giving their frame a rather top heavy
appearance. One was not unlike the big burly Hispanic guys I used
to work with what seemed like a life time ago at Jose's shipping
place, and suddenly an idea dawned on me.

  As I finally reached the security check point, I followed the
directions of the bored looking employees doing the checking,
spreading my legs here, taking off my shoes there as they checked
and confirmed that I was not a terrorist.

  "Luggage?" one of them, a large black woman with a curled bun
of hair on her head, held in place with hairspray.

  "I don't have any," I said, careful to watch their reaction. "I
just got a call that a business associate of mine is deathly ill
in Tokyo and he needs me to take over his job. I literally left
about an hour ago to get here,"

  The woman arched an eyebrow at me and scowled slightly, unsure
about my response.

  "When are you coming back?"

  "Oh, in a week or so," I said breezily, trying to seem pleasant
and genuine about my lie, despite the fact that I could almost
feel the men behind me breathing on my neck.

  The woman glanced at her co-worker, who gave an apathetic
shrug.

  "Alright, go on through," she said with a sigh. I guess
security wasn't that tough after all.

  Walking through the metal detector, I saw the armed guards
standing by. One of them eyed me a little bit - probably because
of my size - but his expression didn't change. I approached him.

  "Excuse me, but do you see those two men there? They were
saying something in Arabic earlier and I'm not exactly sure who
to tell about it. Something about a jihad maybe? I don't know," I
said to him. The soldier's expression changed quickly as he
walked through the metal detector, his gun lowered as he shoved
through the young couple and stood in front of the two men.

  "You two, come with me," he said, the gun near their chest. I
watched as they studied me, their cold eyes filled with rage as
the Hispanic one tried to explain that whatever the soldier
thought they did, it was a mistake.

  I turned back around and started heading towards the gate as I
could now hear a loud din of noise behind me, the men trying to
explain themselves. I stole another glance back when I heard a
loud bunch of screaming, the soldier reaching into the man's
shirt and pulling out a hand gun - a gun that had to have been
meant for me. People scattered and screamed everywhere as half a
dozen other soldiers seemed to come out of nowhere, all pointing
guns at the men and telling them to get down on the floor, to
which they grudingly obliged.

  Handing the girl at the counter my ticket, she smiled at me as
I walked down the hall and onto the plane. Finding my seat, I
gave a huge sigh of relief at having narrowly averted that
crisis. Reaching into my pocket, my hand trembling, it suddenly
dawned on me to call Katherine, Charlie and the rest of them and
tell them what had just happened. They probably weren't safe.

  Dialing Charlie's office, the phone rang and rang and rang.
After the 10th ring, I hung up, starting to feel a little uneasy
about why he wasn't there to answer. My fear only magnified when
I tried to call Katherine.

  "The cellular customer you are trying to reach is not available
at the moment..."

  "Fuck!" I muttered to myself, startling the 40 something
housewife sitting next to me. I smiled at her in apology and was
about to start dialing Katherine again when the head stewardess
came on the loudspeaker.

  "We are about to begin takeoff, so please turn off all
electronic devices, laptops and cell phones until the pilot turns
on the no seatbelts sign. Thank you!"

  Staring at the cell phone in my hand, the woman next to me now
eyeing me warily, I had no choice but to turn it off. It would
only be a few hours before I could turn it back again, I tried to
convince myself, and I'm sure everything was just fine with them
and all the people at Charlie's office.

  As the plane started to move however, I couldn't put to rest
one thing - my heart, which was continuing to pumply madly in my
chest.




RACHAEL'S STORY:

  My first indication that something was wrong was the sound of a
gunshot. Turning quickly on my heel, I saw the upstairs floor
where Charlie's office was located light up brilliantly for a
second at the same moment another shot was fired. The sound
reverberated through the air, causing me to stop in my tracks for
just a moment, staring up at the building in shock.

  Instinct took over then and I suddenly found myself running -
running hard and running fast, away from Charlie's office. I knew
that whatever help I could have offered him would have been not
enough, and that by going back I was putting myself in grave
danger. Trees and parked cars flew by in the night as I ran on
pure adrenaline, searching desperately in my mind what to do
next. My body however, was telling me to go to my car and get the
hell out of there, and within a few moments I found myself
standing in front of it, 2 blocks away from Charlie's, completely
out of breath.

  My hand shaking so bad that I dropped the keys, I fumbled to
open the door on my Acura RSX, finally getting the key in as I
climbed inside, starting the engine a moment later. Without
looking behind me, I floored it in reverse, only to be startled
out of my daze when I hit a sign post, bending it in two. I
cringed at the site of it, the metal gleaming from the red of my
taillights, but rather than stopping I simply put the car into
drive and pulled out, driving as fast as I could to get away.

  Why I ran, I will never be sure. True, I was scared out of my
mind, especially with the warning that Charlie gave and how
things had gotten so bad so quickly. But there was something
else, some force telling me that it was important for me to put
as much distance between Charlie and myself as possible - not for
my own safety but strangely (and this brought an odd sense of
calmness to me) for the safety of other people. It was somehow
important that I not be seen leaving; that Willis' people who
were after me not find me very easily. I clung to this thought as
I headed out into the hills to my house, a 30 minute drive away.
I probably broke all sorts of traffic laws getting there, but the
further I got, the better I felt.

  Pulling into my driveway, I was relieved to see that my house
appeared just as I had left it. There were no vehicles waiting
omniously outside and all the lights that had been on when I left
were still on now. With a bit of hesitation, I opened the front
door and let it swing wide open, my heart thudding as I searched
the shadows of my downstairs hall for boogey men.

  After waiting for a minute or two and nothing appearing, I
stepped inside slowly, shutting and double bolting the door
behind me. Walking over to the wall, I armed the security system
- something I hadn't really cared about when I bought this house,
but now was thankful to have. The alarm set, I nearly jumped out
of my skin as my cat, Beau, sauntered in lazily, curious to see
why the front door had been open. Scooping him up in my arms, I
hugged him tightly before walking upstairs to my bedroom and
shutting the door.

  In my room, I felt comforted and safe, but still unsure about
the fate of everyone else involved this night. Picking up the
phone, I held it to my ear as the dial tone buzzed, thinking
about calling Charlie's office, but then thought better of it -
the phone was probably tapped - before putting the receiver back
down.

  Sitting on my bed with my knees pulled to my chest, I felt
anxious and scared about what to do next. I trusted Alex though,
and I knew that as soon as he knew what was going on, he would
call and let me know.




KIRSTEN'S STORY:

  After a few hours of sleep, Natalie woke up slowly. She lifted
her head off the bed beside me and smiled, sliding off the
mattress, her small feet hitting the floor as I lazily pushed the
covers back off myself.

  Standing up, Natalie reached down and scooped up her clothes,
getting dressed as she smiled at me, her mind still obviously in
a daze from the hours of pleasure we had given each other.

  "I hate to do this Kirsten, because I know how shitty it seems,
but I really have to get back. I have an early day tomorrow and,
well, your hotel is pretty far from my apartment.

  I sat up on the bed, the covers falling down to my naked waist
as I brushed my blonde hair out of my eye. I wanted Natalie to
stay, but armed with the knowledge that Eliza was just one room
over, it was probably for the best that she left. I was surprised
to find myself conflicted and somewhat dreading ending tonight's
experiences by going back to Eliza. The pursuit of Natalie had
been almost as fun and erotic as the actual act of making love to
her, and going back to Eliza now seemed just...dull.

  "It's ok Natalie, I totally understand. Though I can't say I
won't miss you," I said with a smile. Natalie looked at me, now
just slipping on her shoes as she zipped up her jacket. Her
expression and face had changed - it was as if getting dressed
had also returned her to her normal life, where what we had done
was not in her everyday plans. I hoped secretly that she would
see it as something more and perhaps even want to do it again (by
initiating it herself of course), rather than just calling Ait a
one time experience.

  "I uhh...enjoyed spending the evening with you Kirsten,"
Natalie said hesitantly, her small hands opening and closing
nervously in her gloved hands as she stood at the foot of the
bed. Even under what seemed like a dozen pairs of clothes,
Natalie's amazing beauty and radiance still shown through. And my
feelings for her now were really something that had caught me off
guard - my heart seemed to break a little bit at the thought of
her leaving. But I knew she had to go, so I made do the best I
could and climbed off the bed towards her, my body still warm and
sticky from feeling her lying next to me.

  "Me too Natalie. Now, you weren't going to leave without giving
me a kiss were you?" I said huskily, stepping closer to her.
Natalie instinctively stepped backwards, conflicted by her
emotions, but she stopped after just one step, her eyes searching
the room nervously as I drew closer to her, wrapping my bare arms
around the soft feel of her jacket.

  I decided that if Natalie wasn't going to take the lead, I
would have to do it myself. My breasts pressing into her chest, I
held her tightly as I licked my lips, tilting my head ever so
slightly as our lips made contact once again.

  Natalie breathed a soft sigh into my mouth as I gently pressed
my lips to hers, keeping the kiss soft and passionate, even
though I wanted nothing more than for her to be dominating and
kiss me back with a fierce fire. We remained lip-locked for a few
moments, until Natalie finally broke the kiss, licking her bottom
lip of a drop of my saliva, closing her mouth slowly as she
swallowed.

  "By...bye Kirsten," Natalie said, turning her head suddenly
towards the door and opening it in a quick motion, stepping out
into the hall. Because I was nude, I didn't want to step out to
follow her (I was brave but not that brave...the last thing I
needed was some tourist snapping a picture of my naked body),
pressing the cold wood of the door against my now erect nipples
as I watched her go. Natalie walked quickly towards the elevator
and pushed the button to go down.

  She turned back to look at me and smiled weakly as I waved,
before she stepped onto the elevator and vanished from my sight.
With a sigh, I shut the door behind me and leaned back against
it, surprised to find tears suddenly starting to form in my eyes.
I wiped at them with the back of my hand, laughing at myself for
being so emotional over Natalie.

  She's gone girl, I told myself. Now pull yourself together, you
have a job to do.

  I exhaled loudly and padded over to my suitcase, pulling out a
silk robe I had gotten a long time ago while on set in Japan. It
was a little tattered and torn (from one too many lovers tearing
it off my body) but it still felt comforting, especially amongst
my emotional turmoil, to slip it on. The silk was soft against my
skin as I knotted the belt around my waist, stepping over to the
mirror to fix my hair.

  Grabbing my room key from my jeans that still lay discarded on
the floor, I composed myself as best I could in the mirror,
trying to push Natalie from my thoughts and opened the door to
the room. Glancing down the hall, it was empty, so I shut the
door behind me quietly, the lock clicking into place, and stepped
next door to Eliza's room.

  Knocking on the door gently, the door suddenly flew open and
Eliza grabbed me forcefully by the shoulders, yanking me into the
room so fast that I almost tripped on my own feet. She slammed
the door behind me and shoved me hard against the wall, burying
her mouth on top of mine in a deep, soul searching kiss. I simply
stood there, still a bit startled and let her tongue dig and
explore within my mouth. She finally broke the kiss, her chest
heaving and her eyes filled with lust.

  "That was so fucking hot Kiki, you have no idea," Eliza said,
thrusting her mouth back on me again as she lifted my arms up and
held them over my head, pressing her body against mine. I glanced
down at her for the first time and noticed that she was not
wearing any panties - in fact, the only piece of clothing she had
on was a man's shirt that stopped just above her hips.

  We continued to kiss like that for a few minutes, Eliza's busy
hands sliding down to the front of my robe as she squeezed my
breasts hard, her palms grazing over my nipples. She was the
first to break the kiss again though, and this time grabbed my
hand and pulled me with her towards the inner part of the room.

  "I want you to eat my pussy like you did Natalie," Eliza
whispered to me as she flopped down onto the bed, her legs
spreading immediately. I would be lying if I didn't say that
Eliza's actions had turned me on, but after the roller coaster of
emotions I encountered dealing with Natalie, sex was not exactly
the one thing I really seemed to want. Still though, looking down
at Eliza's neatly shaved bush, a few drops of moisture visible on
her outer lips even in the dim light of the room, was an
incredible turn on. Besides, I thought to myself, I could use a
good orgasm myself.

  I smiled as I walked towards Eliza, taking off my robe almost
as quickly as I had put it on. My eyes scanned around the room as
I looked at all the video equipment Eliza had set up. True to her
word, there were television monitors and video cameras aimed at
the wall, the screens showing a surprisingly good picture of the
inside of my room. From the three monitors, I could see that
Eliza had a perfect view of the action that had taken place on
the bed. No wonder she was so turned on.

  Turning my attention back to her, I dropped slowly to my knees
as I placed my hands on her thighs. Stroking my palms up and
down, Eliza shuddered a little at my touch.

  "Yeah...that's it Kiki...make your mistress feel good..." Eliza
said, her throat choked with lust. I scooted closer to her pussy
on the bed and placed my fingers against her outer lips. Pulling
them apart, I inhaled sharply at the scent of her womanhood and
arousal, a familiar and pleasure inducing odor that always seemed
to bring back a rush of memories and feelings towards her. Who
needed Natalie when I had Eliza right here?

  I rallied my mind around that thought as I slid my tongue out
from my mouth, letting the tip touch against Eliza's wet box, my
taste buds already registering her arousal to my brain and body.
I pressed my face deeper into her pussy and lapped my tongue like
a cat all around the outside of her, determined to make her feel
really good.

  Tracing a finger around her opening in a small semi-circle, I
touched the hood of her clit with my fingertip, rubbing it gently
back and forth as I breathed a small stream of air over it, her
hips jerking slightly at the added sensation. I felt her hand
slide down and stroke my hair, brushing a few strands away from
my face as she laid back on the bed, totally relaxed at my
attention to her sex.

  Wedging my tongue deeper inside of her, I licked around her
inner walls, gathering drop after drop of moisture into my mouth.
Her taste was sweet today, a delicious tartness to it that made
me want as much as I could get. I began to work faster on her
pussy, my finger now rubbing her clit furiously as she moaned in
pleasure.

  I took one of her labia lips in between my lips and sucked on
it gently, nibbling against it with my teeth as my tongue roamed
and moved around her opening, plunging in and out of her twat
like a cock, the tip wild like a live wire. More of her juices
started to flow outward onto my face and lips and as I sucked
them down, I started to feel my mind wander a bit - not from the
task at hand, but for the first time into something of afantasy.

  I imagined Eliza not to be Eliza, but instead Natalie - her
lithe body and small, firm hips and thighs spread lewdly for me
on the bed as I ate her out. "Natalie" cried out louder and
louder for me to keep eating her out, as my mind raced through
mental images of Natalie's beautiful face twisted into a look of
pleasure as I ate her out. This just encouraged me more, urging
me on to lick and eat as much of her pussy as possible.

  Though part of me knew that it was really just Eliza on the
bed, the mere idea of it being Natalie once again seemed to turn
my body on like never before. I felt my skin grow flush and the
dampness between my legs increase dramatically, leaving a small
wet spot on the floor beneath me. My desire and lust also seemed
to have increased, for now I was tonguing Eliza's pussy like I
had never done before. Her hips were jerking up and down on the
bed as she cried out my name, her hands grasping the sheets
tightly.

  I could see Natalie's body shuddering and trembling on the bed,
see her lift her head and lock eyes with me, those pretty brown
eyes of hers staring at me and wanting only me, a small bit of
perspiration on her forehead as she breathed rapidly, trying
desperately to quench the fire in her body and reach orgasm.

  My tongue now battering "Natalie"'s clit back and forth, my
fingers furiously fucking in and out of her pussy as I raised
myself up so I could have a better angle at which to fuck
"Natalie" with, I felt her body tense up beneath me, her pussy
spasming around my fingers as the walls contracted and she came.

  "Ohhhh KIIIKKKIIIII!!!!!!" "Natalie" yelled out, her hips
thrusting once more off the bed, hard, as she landed on her back,
her body quivering as a flood of her female juices splashed out
of her body and onto my face. I licked them up lovingly, happy to
have given "Natalie" another orgasm. My mind was in a dreamy sort
of state now, one filled with soft lighting and beautiful music
as I imagined Natalie catching her breath on the bed in front of
me, totally devoted and aroused by me and only me.

  But my vision faded rather rapidly and I felt my heart sink as
Eliza lifted her head off the bed and smiled at me weakly, her
shirt now bunched up at the base of her breasts.

  "My God Kirsten, that was the most amazing orgasm of my life,"
Eliza said, her face red with exhaustion.

  "Thanks," I said, hoping my voice was not too glum. Guilt
suddenly racked me as I began to understand for the first time
the power of sexual fantasies. I felt bad that I had imagined the
half nude girl in front of me to be Natalie, not Eliza, but if my
guilt was strong at all, it certainly didn't show.

  Eliza sat up on the bed and took me by the hand, lifting me to
my feet. She glanced down my body and saw my aroused pussy lips
before her face. Licking her lips in anticipation, she spoke
softly.

  "Now I need to make my Kiki feel just as good as she made me
feel," she said, running her long finger over my now really wet
pussy, her finger coated in my juices. She looked up at me
innocently as she slid her finger into her mouth, sucking on it
lewdly as her cheeks hollowed in.

  "Mmmm...tastes good. But I want more," Eliza said sexily.

  She grabbed me by the ass and pulled my hips closer to her
face. Brushing her hair out of her face, Eliza opened her mouth
slightly and was just inches away from my snatch when all of a
sudden, her cell phone rang on the bedside table.

  She paused for a moment, her mouth hovering just fractions of
an inch now away from my pussy as she stared at me, contemplating
on whether or not to answer it. I had never seen Eliza take a
call on that cell phone, so whoever it was must have been
important.

  As the phone continued to ring, Eliza bowed her head in front
of me and sighed, reluctantly getting up. I watched her ass sway
as she walked towards the bed stand quickly, picking up the
phone.

  "What?" she said into it, spreading her legs wide for me on the
bed as I sat down next to her. I could hear a male voice on the
other line, but it was garbled slightly and all I could
understand came from what Eliza said.

  "They did what? Are you sure?" she said, then paused to listen
for a moment.

  "Jesus, this is going to be all sorts of damage control isn't
it. Well, have you picked them all up yet?"

  Another pause. Eliza's facial expression changed from sultry
vixen to one of frustrated employee, her brow furrowing at what
was being said.

  "Alright, fine. Yes, I'll come back there. No, everything went
fine here...we got just what we needed,"

  Eliza looked over at me.

  "Yes, I'll tell her. God, this whole situation is such a mess.
I don't know why you didn't just kill that mother fucker in the
first place,"

  The voice on the other end said something, which Eliza scoffed
at.

  "I'm hanging up now. Bye," she said into the phone as she
clicked it off before tossing it on the bed.

  "Who...who was that?" I said to her, putting my hand on her
thigh to try and calm her down. She flinched away from me and
stood up.

  "Where are my pants," she said, walking around the room looking
for them.

  "What's going on Eliza?" I asked, watching her as she fumed in
anger.

  She turned on her heel suddenly and looked at me. In that
moment, the mask of anger and frustration on her face was
frightening, so much so that I felt goosebumps on my skin. But
her expression changed quickly after that into a softer one as
she rushed over to me.

  "Oh I'm sorry Kiki, but I have to leave and go back to LA.
There's been some trouble with the Rose Petals,"

  "What? But you just got here!" I said to her, grabbing her
hand. I was suddenly feeling very lonely.

  "I know that sweetie but when they say jump, I have to say how
high. I wish I could tell you more but you know how it is. Let's
just say that a lot of people may not live to see tomorrow if I
don't get back and help straighten things out," Eliza said, her
eyes studying my face as she tried to mother me and make me
understand her having to leave. It wasn't working.

  "Then I'll just come back with you. Mission accomplished here,
right?"

  "No, you need to stay here Kiki," Eliza said. "There's still
work to do,"

  "What?" I said, suddenly growing a little angry. "I already
seduced her - that was the deal,"

  "I know that, and judging by the cum running down my legs, you
did a good job of that," Eliza said. Her words were coming much
faster now. "But there's still more to do. I don't think we have
hooked Natalie for good yet. Another special session with Kiki
should bring her around, don't you think?"

  Eliza was smiling at me now, nudging me gently with her elbow,
trying to get me to smile. I obliged her, although inside I was
feeling far from happy.

  "What do you want me to do?" I sighed, knowing that I was only
doing this because I still loved Eliza.

  "I'm not sure," Eliza said, turning away from me now as she
began to gather up her things, her back to me. "But I know you
will come up with something,"

  As Eliza stuffed clothes into a shopping bag and rewound the
video tapes in the machines, cramming them in as well, it
suddenly occurred to me that this would be the second of my
lovers that walked out on me tonight.

  "Eliza!" I called to her as she was hustling towards the door,
bag in hand. She stopped and looked at me, adjusting her purse on
her shoulder.

  "What Kirsten?"

  "Be careful," I said to her, my voice barely above a whisper.
She smiled at me and walked over, giving me a hug.

  "Thanks Kiki," she said, squeezing my naked body tightly. "And
hey...have some fun while you are here. You aren't on the East
Coast that often are you?"

  "No, I guess not," I said, my voice sounding droll to me as I
tried to be enthusiastic.

  Eliza kissed me quickly on the lips. "Bye Kiki, I'll see you in
a few days,"

  And with that, Eliza walked out of the room, slamming the door
behind her.

  I was now in the room all alone, the only noise coming from the
hum of the TV monitors. Looking down at my naked body, my hands
in my lap, I suddenly didn't feel that bad about fantasizing
about Natalie after all...




WILLIS' STORY:

  "Gordon, this is completely unacceptable," I bellowed at
Hapsboro as he stepped inside of my house. He had woken me up
from a rather pleasant sleep (something I wasn't getting too much
of these days, what with the chemo-therapy and all) and was now
at my house, explaining to me why he felt it necessary to kill
Charlie Watterson.

  "Will, relax. He already did an extreme amount of damage to our
goals by telling his entire life story to Hilt and his women,"

  "Yes but bodies are a pain in the ass to dispose of," I said to
him as I led him further into the house, flicking on the light in
th kitchen as he sat down at the bar across from me. "You know
how I detest violence, and the favors I will have to call in for
this..."

  Gordon put his hands up defensively, a slight smile on his face
as he tried to calm me down.

  "Relax, we are taking care of it. I'm using guys who owe me
their life, so getting rid of a few people and making a few
celebrities disappear for a few days is not too difficult a task
for them,"

  I reached under the bar and poured myself a glass of Jack
Daniels, despite my doctor's insistence that I abstain from
alcohol. I gulped it down in one hard, burning swallow.

  "So run through this with me again - Charlie told Hilt,
Katherine Heigl, Rachael Leigh Cook and Mila Kunis what he knew
about us and what he - and I use this word loosely - thought we
were doing?" I said, setting the glass back down. Without
invitation, Gordon reached over and poured himself a shot.

  "And someone else who we are trying to locate. They didn't say
anything on the audio that we could pick up, but our surveillance
showed five people in the room. We are working on it, but we
suspect it to be a high up Rose Petal,"

  "Oh god, now we have defection from them? Christ almighty
Gordon, this thing is spiraling totally out of control,"

  He drank his glass down to the last drop and set it back down
on the table. Muttering under his breath, he said "If we had
taken care of Hilt like I wanted, this wouldn't have happened,"

  I felt my blood pressure rise as I slammed my hand down on the
counter.

  "Damn it Gordon, don't second guess me! It does none of us any
good!"

  There was an awkward silence between us now as I ran my hand
through my hair.

  "What now?" I asked finally, staring at him intently to watch
his body language. He wore a black leather coat and a black dress
shirt with matching pants. His eyes locked onto mine just as
intensely as he answered.

  "We have people getting to Hilt at the airport before he leave.
Heigl and Kunis are in route now for re-conditioning and it's
only a matter of time before we find Cook and the other woman. I
have a strong suspicion who it is and I plan on going to see her
tomorrow morning,"

  I sneered at him. "Won't it be a little late to wait till
tomorrow Gordon?"

  "No. They are all scattering like rodents right now, but they
will hole up somewhere and stay put. They don't want to go out
into the light, where they know we can get to them. My gut says
they will stay in town for a few days at least. That's why we
have to get to them - all of them - now before they build up some
courage,"

  I sighed at him. "I just hope you know what the fuck you are
doing,"




KATHERINE'S STORY:

  The street lights passing over the hood of the cab, I tried to
scan outside the window and make out where exactly Mila and I
were being taken. We had not gotten on the freeway, which meant
that we were somewhere still in LA. But judging by the brief
glimpses of run down buildings that I was able to make out, I
knew we were heading into a very dangerous neighborhood.

  Upon realizing that we were being kidnapped, I had immediately
(and as discreetly as possible) tried to call Alex on his cell
phone, hoping to catch him and warn him before he got to the
airport. But the phone itself had given me away, because as soon
as I turned it on, the familiar beep of it powering up had gotten
the driver's attention.

  The first time we actually got a look at him - a heavy set,
white trash looking guy with a five day old beer and yellow
teeth, was when he had stopped the cab in mid traffic. Getting
out of his seat, he hustled around to our door and opened it
quickly, climbing into the backseat with us. Both Mila and I had
screamed in panic and fear when he entered, but in an effort to
protect my body, I left the cell phone in a vulnerable spot. The
driver stank horribly as he grunted over us, Mila trying to
wiggle out around him but the man's meaty paws shoving her hard
right back inside as I kicked and punched at him, in an
ultimately vain effort to get around him. The man grabbed my cell
phone from my hand as I tried desperately to punch him in the
face, his considerable weight holding me down, my back laying
across Mila's stomach as she groaned at the added weight.

  My cell phone in his hand, the man chunked it over his shoulder
and quickly slammed the door, a fraction of a second before I
could try and wiggle half of my body out of it. As he climbed
back into the car, I stared forlornly at the cell phone sitting
in the middle of the road, cringing as a car ran over it,
smashing it and any hopes we had of escape.

  Driving onward, this encounter had seemed to put Mila into a
state of shock. She huddled on the seat, shivering as she stared
down at the floor, seemingly ready to accept her fate. I on the
other hand, was not about to give up. By paying careful attention
to street names and the locations and layout of buildings, I soon
determined that we were heading somewhere into South Central. The
place wasn't as bad as they made it out to be in movies - I had
actually filmed some stuff on the outskirts of it, and the people
were friendly, if not a little envious of the movie crew and the
nice cars the director drove. But it still was not a place I
would want to spend much time in, especially after dark and
especially against my own free will. Cops hated coming into this
place, even the ones who had no choice, and I knew that the
further in we got, the longer it would be before anyone foundus.

  I tried to coax Mila out of her catatonic state, but it seemed
to do no good.

  "Mila, it's going to be alright. Someone will find us, we can't
go missing for too long before people start to wonder where we
are," I said to her in a whispered voice, afraid the driver would
overhear anything I said.

  Mila stared straight ahead into the back of the passenger's
armrest, her eyes wide with fear and her breath coming in shallow
gulps. Sighing heavily to myself, I laid back in the seat and
started to feel a bit of depression and anger myself. Why hadn't
we just driven our cars or gotten a ride with someone else? How
had they known who we were and what was going on at Charlie's?

  Not knowing the answer to these questions ate at my insides,
causing my stomach to turn flips as I tried to imagine the
horrific fate that may have been in store for us. I knew that my
first encounter with Willis and his people, where I had been
taken in and held down while they redid my "image" for me - hair
dye, nipple rings and all - was really just a warning to these
people. Somehow, I had fucked up and now they were not only going
to punish me, but Mila as well. My imagination ran wild with all
the terrible things that could be done to two white girls in the
middle of South Central, the possibilities sure to be far far
worse than what I hoped reality would bring.

  I was so lost in thought that I almost did not hear Mila's soft
voice ask a question.

  "Why are they doing this Katherine?"

  I stared at her hard, my mouth open slightly as I thought about
the immediate response, but then realized that I really didn't
have an answer for her. Was it power? Corruption? Greed? Control?
Or all of the above? Whatever the reason, we had gotten entangled
in something big. And now I realized that even though it would
have been much better just to blame him, Alex was not really at
fault for this. In fact, Alex had wanted to rescue me - if I had
not had that fateful encounter with him at that party, who knew
where I would be. Probably servicing another rich oil tycoon or
senator who was in town, all for a stupid movie role.

  No, Alex had only wanted to help. He could have never known the
consequences of what would happen if he stirred up a hornet's
nest like Antamount.

  "I don't know Mila. But just be strong and stay with me. We
will get through this," I said to her, clutching her hand tightly
as I tried to manage a smile for her. For a moment, I saw a brief
glimpse of one on her face as well, but it was replaced with what
can only be described as wide-eyed terror as we both realized at
the same second that the car had stopped moving.

  The driver lifted his heavy bulk out of the driver's seat and
walked over to my side door. Bending down, he peered at us, a
horrific sight to behold as he grinned lewdly at us, his eyes
seeming to mentally undress both of us. He stood back up again,
giving us a view of his large beer gut as he turned and walked
towards the door of a building.

  I pressed my face against the window, trying to see what I
could about the building, but there were no streetlights. All I
could make out was the black, ominous shape of it, seeming to
tower over our car like some evil castle, within which lay a
dragon ready to devour us.

  Leaning against the window pane, I was caught off guard as the
door suddenly opened and I fell into the arms of one of the
largest black men I had ever seen. He wore a stretched muscle
shirt, his arms as big as my body was around, and it took me a
moment to scream as I felt his hands underneath my arm pits,
hoisting me out of the car in one fluid motion. I tried
desperately to turn my head around and see Mila, but all I saw
was that her door was opened as well, her small frame seeming to
have disappeared from the car.

  I began to kick and thrash at them as Mila did the same,
screaming at the top of her lungs for help. The man holding her,
who was equally as large, carried her around the front of the car
as they both held us like rag dolls. I managed to get one good
lick in on my captor, kicking his shin as hard as I could with my
heel, causing him to grunt in pain. This was regrettable though,
as he just squeezed underneath my arms harder, lifting me higher
off the ground and causing a great deal of pain.

  As they carried us onto the sidewalk, I was horrified to see
now that I was going in one building and Mila into another. She
squirmed and kicked but as she realized this same dilemma, she
all of a sudden stopped and just stared at me. Our eyes locked
for a brief moment before I saw her pale, frightened face, vanish
around a corner, my own body now being lugged into a dark room,
the thin door slamming shut behind us.




JAIME'S STORY:

  Upon leaving Charlie's office, I immediately went home to fume.
How dare that prick Alex taunt me and try to challenge and
question my motives like that! I was here to help his sorry ass
from getting killed by Willis and Hapsboro, and yet he was
wondering where my alliances were! I was very pissed off by the
time I got home, slamming my front door as I went upstairs to
take a hot shower and relieve some of this tension.

  In the shower, I thought over what Charlie had said to calm me
down. That what we were doing was more important than petty cat
fighting. That this was the only way, next to murder, for me to
get what I wanted. It made perfect sense of course, but it didn't
help things that I was so hot tempered most of the time -
especially when it came to men.

  I went to bed after that, dreaming at some point in the night
about fucking Eliza in the ass with a giant strap on. She was
crying and begging me to stop, but I was enjoying myself too much
to let up. Salma Hayek was there in my dream too, encouraging me
to slam into her harder, pleading on her knees in front of me,
asking me to do her next. When I woke up the next morning, I
found that the tension and anger I had towards Alex had
completely vanished. In it's place was a very intense horniness,
the strong desire to dominate someone sexually.

  Getting out of bed, I walked naked downstairs to the filing
cabinet I kept in a small little office. The room was lined with
promo photos of myself, as well as posters from my movies and a
stack of DVDs of those same movies. This office felt comforting
to me, like a little sanctuary where I could go and stroke my ego
(and other things as well, whenever I went online) and just feel
better about my career. I knew I was just a B-movie actress right
now, but once Eliza and Salma were out of the picture, I knew
that my rank in Hollywood would improve.

  Opening the file cabinet, I pulled out a small black book with
a lock on the side. Reaching into a secret compartment in the
desk nearby, I fished out the key and undid the lock. Paging
through the book, I quickly looked for a name for someone who
could help me alleviate this sexual energy I had.
  
  I guess I should tell you about my little black book. The
tabloids would sell their own mother for access to it - it was a
list I had compiled over many encounters and word of mouth rumors
about who in Hollywood was into what sexual kink. Stars from
three decades were here, men and women, as well as any type of
sexual fantasy you could ever possibly imagine. Flipping past the
gangbang section, through the S&M listings, I finally stopped on
my favorite: lesbian and bi-sexual. these women were some of the
biggest female stars in America and the world and yet no one
outside of their past lovers (who certainly were not talking!)
knew the truth about them. Some were married, others habitually
single. All that mattered to me now though as I felt a draft of
cool air race through the house, making my nipples hard, was
finding a suitable bitch for the day.

  Perusing the bi-sexual section, I scanned down the list. There
were quite a few Rose Petals members here, plus a few women who I
had heard hung out at some sort of mansion and screwed each
other, while their husbands were oblivious. I stopped on one of
my favorites, Sarah Michelle Gellar, who was involved in that
whole mansion scene but not quite a Rose Petal yet. Sarah had
been a quick convert to the world of female sex, and, as I picked
up the phone to call her number, was a prime candidate for future
Rose Petal membership. If I managed to take down Salma and Eliza,
that would put me in control of things, and I could think of
nothing better than having her as a member of the newly revamped
club.

  Dialing her number, I got a response in two rings.

  "Hello?"

  "Hey Sarah, it's Jaime Pressley. Listen, I woke up this morning
very horny and, well I was thinking of who to call. You're name
came to mind and I was wondering if you might be interested,"

  There was a pause. "The thing is Jaime, I'm sort of busy right
now but I do appreciate the invite and..."

  "There's a Rose Petals membership in it for you," I said,
cutting her off. I couldn't help but grin to myself over this
little white lie.

  Sarah paused again for a second and then lowered her voice to a
whisper.

  "Really?"

  "Yep. Just think Sarah, all that's required of being one of the
most powerful women in Hollywood is for you to come over here and
have some fun with me. Isn't that worth it?"

  I could tell Sarah was pondering what to do. In a deep whisper,
she said "Ok. Where should I meet you?"

  "My house. And dress sexily for me," I said, running my hand
over my nipple in anticipation.

  "Let me get dressed and I'll be right there," Sarah said.

  "You can come naked if you want," I replied with a grin.

  "I'm ALREADY naked," Sarah giggled. "But I do need to get
dressed. So I'll cya in a little while," She hung up impromptly,
the line dead.

  Setting it back on the receiver, I flicked my nipple with a
finger nail, causing a shudder of pleasure to course through my
body as I fantasized about all the fun I was going to have.

  
  
  Deciding not to greet my guest in the complete nude, I threw on
a see-through pink silk robe and tied it around my waist, my
ample breasts hanging open in the splayed neckline as I heard the
door bell ring. Running down the stairs excitedly, I paused for
just a moment to fix my hair, then walked as sexily as I could
towards the front door, slinking my way into the door frame as I
opened the door.

  "Hello lover," I cooed as I opened the door. My heart lept into
my throat however, as I saw not Sarah Michelle Gellar standing
there, but Gordon Hapsboro - and his rather large
bodyguard/assistant.

  "We haven't been lovers for a while Jaime," Gordon said,
shoving his way into my house past me. His bodyguard walked with
him, staring down at my naked chest (which I quickly hid with my
arms) with lust in his eyes. When they had gotten in the door, I
shut it behind them and stormed into the house after Gordon.

  He had already taken the liberty to kick his feet up on my
coffee table as he lit a cigar that he had pulled from his coat.
Snipping off the end, he took a deep puff on it and exhaled the
rich, strong smoke up above his head.

  "Here Jaime, come have a seat," he called to me. I was nervous
now at what exactly he wanted and intended to do. The encounter
at Charlie's last night came flooding back into my memory, but I
kept a cool and calm face as much as possible as I walked over to
where he sat.

  I took a seat on the loveseat across from him, but he patted
his hand against the cushion next to him.

  "No, come sit here," he said, the cigar hanging from hismouth.

  I obliged him, remembering that as a Rose Petal, I had to do
exactly as he commanded, despite the fact that I just wanted him
gone from my house. I took a seat next to him, sitting on the
edge of the couch as he kicked back and enjoyed his cigar. I felt
his hand wrap around my waist and pull me backwards on the couch
so that my bare thigh was pressing against his slacks.

  I stared straight ahead, trying to avoid having to look at him,
but it was to no avail. He firmly but gently put his hand to my
chin and twisted my face towards him slowly - just slow enough to
know that he was going to do it any ways, gentle or not. I was
greeted with the sight of his cold eyes and a small, tight smile
on his lips as he pulled the cigar from his mouth and held it's
slow burning end by his leg.

  "How are things Jaime? Good,"

  "Yes Gordon, fine," I said, putting on a tone of voice that was
both bored and cooperative.

  "That's great. Rose Petals treating you ok?" he asked, his eyes
locked onto mine.

  "Fine fine. We had that little problem in Vegas, but since
then...no problems,"

  "Vegas? How did you know about that?"

  I rolled my eyes at him. "I was there, remember? I was sitting
in the jail cell with the rest of them, especially that bitch
Eliz," I said, but realized that it was too late to take back the
comment about her.

  "That bitch Eliza huh? Oh, so you and Eliza aren't getting
along too well, is that it?"

  I tried to recover. "No no, not it at all. We were
both...stressed out about things and I guess I let my world
famous temper go when I was talking to her,"

  "Hmmm," Hapsboro said, shooting his goon a look. The large guy
had taken up a spot against the television, his arms folded at
his chest.

  "Well, listen Jaime," Hapsboro said, sitting up to the edge of
the couch. "Tell me, in as many details as you can, where you
were last night,"

  I paused for a moment, trying to come up with a story. "I was
home last night,"

  "Oh really?" Hapsboro said. I hated this good cop, patronizing
shit that he was pulling, but to get over eager to answer things
would probably lead to a slip up. I played it cool.

  "I was shooting a photo shoot, and then I came home about 7 or
so, made some dinner, called a few friends and then went tobed,"

  "So you, Ms. Jaime Pressley, one of the sexiest women in
Hollywood, was home alone last night?"

  "Despite what you may have read online Gordon," I said
sarcastically. "We aren't all out screwing each other or having
wild flings every night of the year. That's just fiction, and if
you believe that, you are dumber than I thought,"

  Hapsboro laughed. "Ho ho, we got a comedian here. You ever try
your hand at stand up?"

  I rolled my eyes at him, which pissed him off. Grabbing my face
with his hand, he held my cheeks tightly as he stared at myface.

  "I don't believe one word that has come out of your mouth since
I've been here Jaime. In fact, I think you were out with some
chums of yours, out plotting against me and Antamount and even
your Rose Petal sisters," he said, his face just inches from mine
as his eyes glowed with malice.

  "What the fuck are you talking about?" I said as he squeezed my
face harder, finally letting it go in disgust as he stood up.

  "You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about. Only, I
can't prove it right this second, and luckily for you, your ass
is protected on high by the Rose Petals. They hate bodies just as
much as I do, or otherwise you would be gone," he said, snapping
his fingers. "Like that,"

  I was about to open my mouth and respond, when suddenly I heard
the front door open.

  "Hey Jaime, are you home? I hope you don't mind me coming in. I
really shouldn't even be over here, as my friends Jennifer and
Rose said," Sarah said as she walked into the living room,
stopping abruptly in mid-sentence when she saw the scene before
her: Hapsboro looming over my barely clothed body, a tough
looking huge guy standing in the corner, watching the whole
thing.

  "I...uhh, what's going on Jaime?" Sarah said, staring at all of
us in the room before her eyes, pleading, finally landed back on
mine.

  Before I could answer, Hapsboro was gone like a flash from over
me, standing in front of Sarah, a wicked smile on his face.

  "Well well, if it isn't Ms. Gellar. Or should I say Ms. Prinze
Jr. Does your husband know you are over here, dressed likethat?"

  I got a good look at Sarah then: she wore a white halter top
with a (clearly visible) pink push up bra underneath, and a pair
of tiny jean shorts. Her long hair was pulled in a pony tail
behind her shoulder and all the way down to her cute feet, she
looked delicious. Her face however, conveyed a sense of panic.

  "Who...who are you?" she asked nervously, looking at me for
help.

  "Gordon Hapsboro. An associate of your friend," he said, taking
her hand in his and kissing the back of it as Sarah looked down
at his mouth in amazement. "Charmed,"

  I jumped to my feet and walked over between them, turning to
face Gordon as Sarah sort of cowered behind me.

  "And he was just leaving, weren't you?" I said, my eyes locked
onto his in a steely gaze.

  He matched my stare, his face completely void of expression. As
he looked past me at Sarah, he smiled.

  "Of course. However, my associate will be staying just to make
sure that you don't go running off on me Jaime," Hapsboro said.
He shoved his way past me and headed for the front door.

  Both Sarah and I turned to watch him go, Sarah's cute face a
look of confusion and uneasiness.

  "Have fun ladies," Hapsboro called over his shoulder as he
stepped outside the door. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do, you
fucking dykes,"

  This last comment caught Sarah off guard, causing her to gasp
loudly in a sort of panic.

  "Jaime! What the hell is he talking about?" Sarah said, her
eyes wide with fear.

  I put my hand on her shoulder to reassure her. "Come in and sit
down Sarah, I'll explain,"

  Sarah followed my instructions and sat down on the couch, the
bodyguard/thug still standing in the corner, eyeing her with a
gleam of lust in his eyes. I took Sarah's hand in my own and
placed a hand on her shoulder. Taking a deep breath, I began to
recount to her everything that had happened. The bodyguard hung
on every word I said, hoping for a screw up, but all those many
acting classes I took helped me to recite "the truth" without so
much as a slip up. I concluded with telling her that I didn't
know what the hell Hapsboro was talking about, nor why he didn't
trust me enough to leave a goon there to watch me.

  Sarah didn't say anything for a few moments, taking it all in
as I sat there, studying her face and features. She lowered her
head, a long honey blonde strand of hair shielding her face from
me.

  "I guess I just feel kind of stupid now, dressing like this and
coming over here and making your life complicated," Sarah said
quietly. "I should probably go,"

  "No Sarah, you don't have to," I said, trying to reassure her.
"I still mean what I said...about getting into the Rose Petals
and all,"

  Sarah watched me intently. "But...if we were to do anything, it
would be under the...you know, eyes of this guy," she said,
flicking her eyes slightly to the side in a motion of
acknowledgement of Hapsboro's thug. She did have a point there,
and as I thought of a good answer to her question, Sarah ended up
answering and solving the problem herself.

  "Unless of course you, you know, want to still do it with him
watching. Might be kind of kinky..." she said, trailing off a
little bit. I couldn't help but smile to myself at this lewd
thought - putting on a show for a total stranger. Then again, it
wouldn't be the first time I did it in front of an audience -
hell, half of my films had involved me getting naked, even though
I HATED doing love scenes.

  "That's up to you Sarah. The damage they can do to me is
already done. But if you feel like risking it, then by all means
I won't stop you," I said.

  "I think...I think that I want to," Sarah again said softly,
her eyes looking up from her lap. I smiled at her as she returned
the look, a wide, sexy smile crossing her lips.

  We had been talking in such a hushed tone that though the man
wanted to hear what we were saying, it wasn't really possible. So
when I took Sarah by the hand and helped her stand up, both of us
moving away from the couch as we stood in front of each other, he
didn't quite know what to make of it.

  "Here we go," I said to Sarah as I leaned my head close into
her ear. Sarah just gave a barely noticeable nod with her head
and let out a little sigh, shaking her head slightly as her long
blonde hair strewed out behind her shoulders. My hands on her
arms, I slowly slid them up to her shoulders and pulled Sarah
close to me. With our faces a few inches apart, I could feel her
sweet breath on my face, tickling my skin.

  Gently I pressed my lips against hers. At first Sarah was slow
to respond, still hesitant about having an audience, but as my
tongue slid into her mouth, I could feel her skin grow noticeably
hotter from the embrace, and soon her mouth was moving in time
with mine. While I wrestled with her tongue, I made sure to look
over and make eye contact with the bodyguard, who returned my
gaze as he shifted on his feet a bit uncomfortably.

  Holding Sarah tight against me, her nipples poking against my
own through the light robe I wore, I moved my left hand from her
shoulder, slowly down her back until it stopped on her ass,
squeezing it firmly and causing Sarah to jump a little bit in
surprise. As I traced my fingers over her tight ass, running the
tips along her crack, I used my other hand to hold her by the
waist, my hand resting just inches from the zipper on her tiny
shorts.

  Breaking the kiss, I stepped back slightly from Sarah and
looked into her eyes - they were glowing with a dull kind of
lust, her tongue still in a bit of a shock over the kiss. She
licked at her lips seductively, no doubt tasting my mouth on her
lower lip as she waited for me to guide her on what to do next.
This was the part I loved about having a female lover - men
always tried to take the lead, to tell you what to do and force
you onto them. A woman though, responded much more hesitantly and
for a type-A personality like me, that made it all the more
easier for me to set the tone of things.

  I pulled my hands away from Sarah's body, a disappointed sigh
coming from her pouty lips, but as I put my fingers on top of her
shoulders, again looking over at the man Hapsboro had left, I
didn't keep Sarah waiting for long. Very slowly, my fingers
hooked under the thin cotton straps of her halter top, sliding
them over her tanned, bronze skin as they fell down onto her
arms. This caused the top of the shirt to sag just a little bit,
tantalizing both me and the man in the corner with the prospect
of Sarah's large, firm breasts.

  Rubbing my fingers over her very hard nipples, my fingers
crawled to the low cut neck of her shirt and quickly pulled it
down. As Sarah's breasts sprang free in front of me, she gasped
in pleasure, the soft bounce of them causing me to smile and our
guest to reach down and adjust himself through his pants.

  Without hesitation (I was, despite the interruption by
Hapsboro, still rather horny), I lowered my mouth to Sarah's left
breast, devouring it as I placed her nipple between my teeth.
Sarah cried out in pleasure as she held my head to her breast, as
if I was milking her. Extending my tongue, I tasted around the
sweet areola of her heaving breasts, licking off a drop of
excited sweat from her chest, Sarah's now unencumbered hair
falling over her shoulder and tickling my cheek.

  I ran my hands over her smooth tummy as I suckled on each
breast, finally releasing the right one with my mouth, letting it
spring back free with that same hypnotic buoyancy. I stroked my
hand down Sarah's throat as she closed her eyes, totally at the
whims of my touch. Gliding down slowly along her body, I stopped
at her jean shorts as Sarah stood in front of me, breathing hard.
With an audible *pop* I undid the button and pulled down the fly
of her jeans, exposing (not too surprisingly) the fact that Sarah
had worn no panties. Tugging down the jeans, the sparse strip of
blonde hair covering her entrance became visible to me.

  Dropping to my knees, I pulled down the shorts with my thumbs,
letting them fall down over her smooth, supple thighs onto the
floor as Sarah now stood naked, save for her shoes, in front of
me. I caressed along her thighs, her knees trembling in
anticipation as I made sure not to touch her pussy directly, for
fear she would cum right there!

  I could see a hint of excited moisture on her aroused pussy
lips, the delicate slit between her legs emanating a delicious
scent that told me and my body that she was more than ready to
go. I made small semi-circles on her thighs, slowly moving my
hands towards her treasure as I brought my hands closer together
in a V shaped pattern, my thumbs finally touching one another
just above the entrance to her cunt, Sarah now whining in
anticipation.

  Gently, I pulled her outer lips wide, exposing the light pink
flesh inside as I hovered my mouth near her pussy. The breath
escaping from my lips caused Sarah to shiver, as I looked up and
saw between her two beautiful breasts an even more beautiful face
staring down at me, her hazel eyes aglow with excitement and
lust. Placing my mouth between her outer lips, I extended my
tongue into her moist, fragrant pussy, tasting for the first time
the delicious sweetness of her pussy juice.

  Sarah's hands immediately went to my head as she held me steady
between her legs, my arms simply nudging her knees to tell her to
spread her legs wider, something she did immediately. Tracing my
tongue down between her cunt lips, I crawled on my knees until I
was directly underneath her, my nipples hard in anticipation at
eating her out. My robe grew a bit tiresome and in the way as I
positioned myself beneath her, so I used the brief respite to
shrug it off, exposing my own breasts and naked body now to the
air. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the bodyguard
watching us, visibly stroking himself through his pants.

  Well, if he wants a show I thought, I might as well give him
one. Licking my finger seductively, I pulled it from my mouth
with a slurp as I moved so that the man could see exactly what I
was doing. Making eye contact again with him, I slowly slid my
hand up along Sarah's opening, pushing my finger into her silken
channel for the first time. As my finger tip disappeared into
her, the intended result was achieved: Sarah moaned in a lustful,
throaty voice and I licked my lips at the man, who was now beyond
all attempts at being restrained - he had unzipped his pants and
now held his modest sized dick in his hand, stroking it slowly.

  Lifting my head up beneath Sarah's now wide open hole, I pushed
my tongue in deeper into her pussy, to match the depth that my
finger had found. I could tell by the copious amounts of juice
that Sarah was already releasing that it wouldn't be long before
she came. In a way I was a little disappointed, but then again
the quicker she came the quicker I could come!

  My tongue explored and tasted all that Sarah's pussy had to
offer, it's tightness opening up more for me as I added a second
finger to her pussy, the two now thrusting in and out of her
busily, my long fingernails delicately touching and tickling
along the inner walls of her twat. Lewd noises began to fill the
room, the sucking sensation of me devouring Sarah's pussy soft in
the air, broken only by what seemed to be the more frantic pace
the man watching us was now using as he jerked off.  As I ate
Sarah out, I thrust my tongue inside of her and could now taste
the expectant juices about to flood out from inside her, her body
tensing up around my mouth and lips, my fingers wet and sticky
with her cream.

  Sarah staggered on her legs a little bit before finally
succumbing to her orgasm, a strong stream of cum spilling out
from between her legs - down her thighs, onto her pussy lips and
most importantly, directly in my mouth. I caught as much as I
could as I slowed the rhythm down with my fingers, keeping in
pace with the after shocks of Sarah's orgasm. Collecting a
mouthful of her cum, a little bit of the sweet, clear liquid
coating my lips, I opened my mouth wide for our guest and
swallowed deliberately, so he knew that I really had gulped it
down. He gave a loud moan as he stared at my now nude body, some
of Sarah's cum glistening on my chest, but to his benefit he
himself did not orgasm - the man had more staying power than I
expected. Time to turn things up a notch.

  It was Sarah who took the lead now, having fully recovered from
her orgasm but anxious to continue. Lowering her leg to the
floor, a small drop of cum dripping off her ankle and onto the
carpet, she almost physically threw me onto the couch, crawling
onto her knees in between my thighs, which she parted with ease.

  The blonde hair above my snatch must have glistened for her in
the light of the room, for she knew exactly where to go. Feeling
Sarah's tongue touch my sex, I couldn't help but gasp and purr in
pleasure over the feeling of having a woman between my legs
again. Brushing some of her own blonde hair out of the way,
Sarah's tongue was very well trained when it came to women -
something that proved to me that those rumors about her were
true. Licking lovingly at my pussy, her tongue just barely
sliding inside of me, Sarah grinned for a moment and then
suddenly stopped!

  I gasped sharply - she was teasing me! She leaned over me, her
body warm and slick with sweat against me. Her hot, wet tongue
barely grazed my skin as she circled and teased the edge of my
left nipple. I squirmed against the couch, the soft comfort of it
caressing my back.

  Her mouth wrapped around my hardening nipple as she sucked it
between her lips. I blissfully closed her eyes, my back arching
off the couch, pushing my throbbing nipple deeper into hermouth.

  I whimpered softly in my tightening throat as Sarah swept her
tongue over the blood-engorged tip. A jolt of electric lust
surged from my breast and down to my very moist sex. I panted a
bit, struggling to draw breath into my lungs.

  "You taste so good, Jaime," Sarah murmured thickly against my
breast. "So sweet."

  She moved her mouth to my other breast, the nipple of which was
already hard. She flicked her tongue across it, causing me to
wriggle desperately beneath her.

  "You like that," Sarah whispered, and it was not a question.

  "Yes, yes, I do," I replied, her fingers slipping along my head
and through my short-cropped blonde hair.

  Sarah sucked the tight, burning nipple into her mouth, pulling
and rubbing it with her tongue and lips.

  "Oh, yes, don't stop," I begged. I thought about the man
watching us, and I felt a surge of energy rush through me just
for the thought...being so naughty never felt so nice!

  The wetness from my sex had now completely coated Sarah's face.
I could feel the moisture clinging to my lower lips, feeling
Sarah moving down my body, the wet heat of her lips sliding
between my breasts, down her torso, and along my stomach.

  She stopped at my belly button, the tip of her tongue darting
in and out of the tiny depression. My stomach jerked at the
sensation and I wondered again where she had learned to minister
so skillfully pleasure to a woman's body with her tongue. She
moved further down. Slowly and leisurely, Sarah moved down my
body, taking her deliberate and unhurried time, the blood
pounding in my head with the knowledge, to the core of my lust.

  I felt her hands stealing over my damp sex, Sarah's fingers
exploring inside the creases of my sex. She kissed the soft
insides of my thighs as she continued to rub her fingers over the
outer lips. I moaned, aching for her to just fuck me, wanting to
feel her flesh on her flesh, her tongue deep within me. As if in
answer to my thoughts, Sarah did just that. Grabbing my ass,
Sarah caressed it, sliding her hands down my legs. She slipped
her hands under my shivering buttocks more firmly now and lifted
my sex to her mouth. I tensed, my thighs instinctively falling
open to give her better access.

  I moved her head wildly, back and forth against the couch as
Sarah shoved her tongue deep inside me. Sarah moaned as she
lapped at the wet folds of my sex like a madwoman, her hips
bucking against my face. She took a deep breath and, gripping my
buttocks, pushed her face harder into me.

  I shuddered against Sarah's mouth, my rising climax like a
storm cloud racing across a once clear blue sky.

  I cried out, my voice tight with frustration, when Sarah
suddenly stopped. She opened her eyes and looked down at me. Her
hazel eyes gazed up at me, her lips wet with my juices, her rich
hazel eyes filled with a teasing light.

  "Why did you stop?" I gasped, my heart thundering in my chest,
my skin flushed with sweat, an almost-orgasm vibrating in my womb
like a drum waiting for the next strike of the stick.

  "I feel a little weird with him here," she said quietly. "He
keeps staring at us,"

  "Sarah!," I said tensely, a bit angry at having my pleasure
interrupted, "if you don't get back to eating me out right this
minute, you can kiss your Rose Petals membership good bye"

  "I know," Sarah cried, as she gave my buttocks a hard squeeze.
"But I just don't feel right. I'm afraid he's going to rape me or
something,"

  "Sarah," I said as I tried to keep her focused. Why she chose
THIS moment to interrupt what she was doing, I have no idea. "I
don't give two shits about him to be honest. If he's still
jerking away, we can worry about him in a minute. He's not going
anywhere,"

  "Maybe you're right Jaime," she said with a grin, suddenly
understanding how foolish she seemed. "I did kind of leave you
hanging there,"

  I looked down my nude, sweaty body at her, then smiled. Modesty
at a time like this! I inched my hips forward, pressing my sex
against her mouth.

  "Well," she murmured, "why don't you finish eating me and then
we will put all your fears to rest with him,"

  Not saying anything, I felt Sarah's mouth opening a bit more as
she closed her eyes and went back to fucking me with her tongue.
I bit my lower lip when she moved her hand up my stomach to my
breast, relieved that things were back on track. She kneaded and
massaged the nipple as her mouth moved up and over my clit, her
body now practically all over me. She sucked it into her mouth,
her tongue flicking hard and quick against it while her finger
pinched and tugged my stiff nipple.

  I thrust my hips hard against Sarah's wet, punishing mouth, her
fingers like hot brands on my now very aroused breasts. I moaned
deep in my chest, my breath pushing in and out of my lungs
quickly. I felt colors before my eyes as I climaxed, my body
thrashing violently against the couch, my skin on pins and
needles.

  Sarah held me, her hands around my waist, her mouth locked on
my spasming sex as she continued to fuck me with her tongue,
lapping up the juices. Release! My heart beat recklessly as
another orgasm (smaller, admittedly) cut through me, and I heard,
my sex throbbing at the sound, Sarah sucking noisily at my juices
as they streamed out from between my legs. I frantically thrust
my pelvis against her mouth, grabbing pillows tightly with my
hands as I came suddenly, for a third time.

  Relaxing against the couch, I couldn't remember the last time I
came three times in one experience. If I had any sway over the
future of the Rose Petals, Sarah was going to be my second in
command. My thighs trembling from the mind blowing experience my
body had just gone through, I sat up from the couch and smiled
down at Sarah, her face sticky and wet with my juices. The man
sent to watch us was suddenly grunting loudly and from the
fevered way he was jerking himself off, I knew that his load was
about to arrive.

  Standing up, I walked briskly over to him and placed my hands
on his thighs.

  "Come for me baby," I whispered to him as he groaned, looking
down at me. Sarah had followed my lead and was right there next
to me before I knew it, pushing her long hair away from her face.
Opening her mouth, her lips slightly white and glistening in the
light from my girl cum, she held her tongue out waiting for the
load from this stranger.

  He thrust his hips forward slightly in an erratic motion as he
gripped his dick tightly, crying out loudly as he cum shot out
from the tip of his mushroom head.

  I was lucky to catch the first shot, the long white stream
landing on my cheek as it immediately dribbled down to the
corners of my mouth. Sarah moved her face up against mine so that
we were cheek to cheek, her dutiful tongue ready for the next
jet. The man tried to aim it at her open mouth but the copious
amount of cum would not be steered as it spewed outward and onto
both of our faces. Jerking his cock hard and fast, ropy strands
continued to pour out of him like a faucet - some landed on my
nose, some on Sarah's lips, some in my mouth and some down
Sarah's tits.

  After a good 30 seconds or so of cum was spent by the man, both
Sarah and I were covered in a thick, creamy facial of semen all
over our upper bodies, strands of the milky white fluid dripping
down onto us. It was hard to believe that one man had erupted
such an orgasm, but then again we HAD put on a very hot show for
him. The last little bit of cum dribbling from his tip, the man
leaned forward and wiped his dick clean with Sarah's hair, her
nimble mouth there to suck off the last remaining bit as she
licked around her lips and face, wiping herself clean, a stray
strand even covering her eyes now.

  We all caught our breath for a moment as I wiped his cum away
with my palm and fed it to Sarah's cum hungry mouth, a grin on
her face as she played with the white liquid with her tongue.
Hapsboro's goon leaned back against the wall, sighing
contentedly.

  I stood up again and leaned in close to his panting, red face.

  "You know, I never did catch you're name," I said, running my
hand across his muscular chest.

  "It's Tommy," he said between gasps, his eyes locked on myown.

  "Well then Tommy, a pleasure to meet you," I replied, wiping a
stray strand of cum off of my tit and then licking my finger
clean. "Now listen, if Sarah and I wanted to get out of here and
go for a little drive, do you think you could be a good boy and
not tell Mr. Hapsboro?"

  I could see him wrestling with the decision in his mind.
Finally, he relented and smiled.

  "Sure, no problem,"

  "Good boy Tommy, good boy," I said, turning away from him as I
bent over to pick up my robe, giving him a full view of my wet
pussy, Sarah already starting to get dressed again.

  "Come on Sarah, we have places to go,"




ALEX'S STORY:

  Due to the length of the flight, by the time I arrived in
Tokyo, it was already nightfall. As the plane touched down and I
slowly made my way off of it and into the terminal, I took a deep
breath and tried to prepare myself for the task at hand. I was
going off of no sleep, my body unable to relax on the plane, even
though every other passenger it seemed (plus the crew) were sound
asleep as we cruised over the Pacific.

  Mr. Kyokota, seeming to know that this was my first time in the
Land of the Rising Sun, had a man there in the airport to greet
me. Wearing a black business suit and a dark blue tie, I saw a
small man with rounded glasses holding a sign with my name on it,
a little ways away from the rest of the bustling people at the
terminal.

  My first thought as I approached him was how gigantic I felt
compared to everyone else. Being an international airport, the
ceilings were not low or anything, but I towered about a good
foot or so over practically everyone around me. It was odd being
around so many people, to be able to see the tops of their heads,
who were of a completely different ethnicity than me.

  Walking up to the man holding the sign, I nodded at him. "I'm
Alex Hilt"

  He bowed and lowered the card to his side. "I am Yoshio Chiaki,
Mr. Kyokota's personal assistant. Please follow me,"

  I was impressed with his English, which had hardly a trace of a
Japanese accent to it as I followed him out of the airport and
into the busy parking area of Tokyo's airport. A black Toyota
sedan was waiting for us, a driver opening the door as Yoshio
stepped inside. I followed him, bending down substantially to get
into the modest sized car.

  The driver got back behind the wheel and soon we were zooming
down the freeway, the city growing larger and larger on the
landscape in front of us. Traffic picked up a bit once we got
closer to the city, which was fine by me as it gave me a chance
to view the spectacle that was Tokyo.

  It's very hard to describe exactly what it was like - a neo-Las
Vegas of sorts, with technology and bright neon lights
everywhere. The streets seemed reasonably clean, some blocks
packed with people of all ages moving around in the early Tokyo
night. It was a wide kaleidoscope of people - from elderly men in
business suits, talking closely with one another to small
children adorned in all sorts of cartoon character (many of which
I didn't even recognize, though some I did) clothing and toys and
accessories to young college or high school girls, chatting
busily on cell phones that seemed to blink and light up and dance
like mini Christmas trees. I passed electronics stores, exercise
equipment places with gigantic monitors adorned with the faces of
beautiful Japanese models coaxing on people at treadmills, sex
stores with a woman in a dominatrix outfit and a cheesy looking
blonde wig whipping a tied up girl with a ball gag in her mouth
out front of the entrance and surprisingly even a few kiosks of
open air goods, many of which I could not make out.

  Tokyo was alive with a futuristic feel and energy that felt
contagious, a clash between the old pre-WW2 customs and the race
to create a sort of hyper version of the United States, where
technology was both king and servant, bowing to the needs of
people.

  As we drove, Yoshio said little, his eyes staring straight
ahead as he folded his neatly manicured hands in his lap. I
glanced over at him a few times, seeing if there was anything he
wanted to say, but he remained stoic and still, almost like he
wasn't even there. The cab continued on for a few blocks before
halting in front of a building. Peering out the window, I saw
probably the most monolithic creation ever - the skyscraper
before me was jet black, it's windows reflecting the Tokyo
skyline but showing nothing on the inside. The driver opened my
door and as I stepped out, still staring at it, I realized that I
could not see anything even close to the top of the building.

  Yoshio approached the steel door entrance to the building and
waited for me as I picked my jaw up from the ground, following
him to it. He punched a quick code of symbols into a keypad by
the door and it opened with a hydraulic sound. Soft light
beckoned from inside and as he stepped into it, I too felt myself
drawn inside by it's presence.

  Once inside, the building resembled nothing more than a regular
office building lobby, something that I had seen plenty of during
my days as a delivery man but I noticed that the large plate
glass windows allowed me to see everything outside but that the
people passing by couldn't see in here at all. Though I wondered
what this would be like during the day, I didn't have too long to
ponder it before Yoshio again continued further into it, heading
towards an elevator.

  I followed him, still amazed at the architecture. Even though I
spoke nor could read any Japanese, the odd sculpture in the
middle of the room seemed to convey the general idea of where I
was and who was here. A black mass of tightly twisted wiring
wrapped around a silver pole with a blinking red light at the
top, I vaguely recognized it as the logo of something, some movie
or TV show I had seen. As I stepped into the elevator, I puzzled
over where I had seen it.

  A short, bored looking teenage doorman for the elevator pulled
a lever and the doors in front of us closed. Without noticing it
hardly at all, we began to climb upward smoothly towards the
summit of the building, the soft hum of muzak coming through the
speakers and the dead silent elevator moving along at what had to
be a tremendous rate. I turned to Yoshio, who was busy staring
straight ahead, to ask us where we were.

  "What is this place?" I said, my voice soft in the enclosed
area. Yoshio smiled politely, his eyes closing a bit.

  "Kyokota Corporation, Japan's largest talent and production
firms,"

  The name sounded familiar, but from the way that Yoshio seemed
to drift off when he said the name, I decided not to press the
issue. I would know soon enough.

  After a few minutes, the elevator came to a soft, cushiony halt
and the kid manning the controls opened the door. Before me lay a
marbled floor, the walls to the side of it made up of what
appeared to be some sort of gray sheet rock. As I stepped out of
the elevator, Yoshio right behind me, I peered closer at the
wall. Taking a step towards it, the closer I got to it the higher
the opacity of it increased. This was bizarre. My curiosity took
over and as I approached it, I could suddenly see out into a room
full of desks, all vacant given the late hour. Stepping backwards
again, the visibility through it decreased again into the same
boring gray color the further I got from it. When I was back in
the middle of the room, amazed at what I had just seen, I turned
to see that Yoshio had stopped and was watching me with a grin.

  "A new technology we are developing. Very top secret and not
out on the market for years still. But don't worry, everyone
reacts that same way," he said. "Come, Mr. Kyokota is waiting,"

  I hesitated for a moment before following Yoshio again.
Whatever this place was, it was like something out of a movie -
or 'Alice in Wonderland' even. Curiouser and curiouser.

  We continued down the hall and towards a small red door in the
middle of a black wall. Around the door were cameras mounted on
the wall, whose small blinking lights gave off little light in
the otherwise dimly lit corridor. As Yoshio punched in another
code, the cameras disengaged themselves from the wall and floated
down towards us, hovering on what appeared to be little turbines
at their base. They came down to eye level and I could hear the
whirring of their engines as they studied me. I didn't dare move,
somehow afraid that this whole surreal experience was going to
end badly. But just as quickly as they descended, they glided
back over to the wall and scurried up to their perch.

  The door opened and Yoshio stopped, motioning for me to go in.
I looked at him hesitantly - so far, due to either the lack of
sleep I had or the entire experience of this neo-Tokyo world, but
continuing on by myself seemed a bizarre thing to do. My thoughts
drifted to Katherine and I remembered my goal here - stop
Antamount. Taking a deep breath, I ducked my head down and walked
into the office.

  Inside, it was a splash of red. The maroon plush carpet covered
the room, leading to some slightly red tinted walls, where two
bright white halogen bulbs burned on either side of a massive
plate glass window. In front of the window was a black metallic
desk, all sorts of wires and cords hanging off the back of it for
TV monitors, computer screens and the like. Seated at the desk
was a 40s looking man, his hair silver streaked along the sides,
the glasses on his eyes giving off a slight glare from the screen
so that I couldn't see his eyes immediately. He didn't seem to
notice my presence at first and as I stood around looking at the
room - sparsely decorated, a few pieces of expensive looking art
on the walls not withstanding - he finally stopped typing at his
keyboard and looked up at me.

  For a moment, confusion washed over his face, probably
wondering what I was doing there. With a nervous smile he stood
from his desk and walked over to me. He was much taller than I
expected, maybe 5'10 or so and decidedly shorter than most other
Japanese people I had seen. Standing in front of me, he bowed
slightly, which I returned per the custom.

  "You Mr. Hilt?" he said, his English broken and heavily
accented.

  "Yes sir I am. Are you Mr. Yasuo Kyokota?"

  "Indeed I am," he said, bowing his head at me again slightly.
"Please, have a seat,"

  I stood there stupidly for a moment, wondering where he
expected me to sit. Suddenly though, Kyokota gave three rapid
claps of his hands and a small panel slid open in the carpet.
Silently, a silver chair with long metallic legs began to raise
up out of the panel until it finally stopped, at a perfect height
for the desk. Approaching it with that same sense of caution, I
sat down on it's hard, metal backed surface.

  "Mr. Hilt, you come here to help us, yes?"

  "I believe so sir. I was told to come here and meet you and," I
said but he politely cut me off with a wave of his hand.

  "Mr. Hilt, it is not needed for you to tell me why you came,"
he said. "It is only important that you are here. Did you
encounter any difficulties on flight?"

  I shifted a bit in my seat. This thing was not made for someone
of my size. "Well Mr. Kyokota, when I was at the airport I was
almost stopped by two men who I believe worked for Antamount,"

  He raised an eyebrow. "Almost detained? I'm sorry, what does
that mean?"

  "It means that they almost stopped me from coming,"

  "Ah, I see. Hmmm, this very troubling indeed. This means that
Willis knows that something is going on,"

  "With all due respect sir, he has known a lot of things are
going on for a while. That's why I came here, hoping to stop
him,"

  "And come you did. Very honorable Mr. Hilt. Now, allow me to
explain my situation to you. Before I begin though, I must say
that I am being a rude host. Would you care for something to
drink?"

  "No thank you," I said, my tone of voice implying that I was
anxious to hear him get started.

  "Very well then, allow me to begin," he said. "When my father
started this company, he had only a video camera on loan from the
bank and one actress, my mother. Slowly though, after rounding
investors and selling his newly created shows to networks here in
Japan, he began to become more financially stable and able to
take on more projects. I will not bore you with the complete
intricate details but 30 years after it's founding, Kyokota
Corporation became one of Japan's largest companies, employing
around 15,000 people. We are no Sony to be sure, but we have a
large chunk of the market. Naturally, my father looked to expand
the market and shopped overseas about 10 years ago for a company
to help with distribution of our films and shows. He found
Antamount, who was a rising studio at the time, similar to how
Kyokota Corporation had been only a few years before,"

  "So he joined up with them," I asked, speaking when he paused.
He smiled politely at me, but I could tell there was more.

  "Yes. My father was a very trusting man and some might say that
he was - what is the word in English? Naive? Foolish? - when it
came to selecting business partners. Though he reached a sound
financial agreement with Antamount, over time he began to have
less and less say in matters of the partnership, cowing instead
to the fast talk of executives at Antamount. He also began to
find it harder and harder to reach Wilton Willis, whom I have
fond memories of spending holidays and vacations with. Frustrated
by what was going on, my father threatened to end all ties
between the two companies if his stature was not improved,"

  "And did they?"

  "They did, although in hindsight it would be what you would
call a token gesture. In Japan, the appearance of someone and the
way they are presented in society is paramount over everything
else. The most poor beggar even knows this, seeing shame in
panhandling and asking for money. When my father was installed on
Antamount's board of directors, he hoped that he would be able to
save face for himself, my family and the stock holders of
Kyokota. Mr. Willis became more accessible to my father and soon
they were friends again. But a few months back, there was a
bitter dispute between the two, the nature of which I still am
not able to find out. When my father was flying back to Japan,
his plane went down in the sea, killing everyone on board,
including my father,"

  Yasuo paused for a moment, his mouth trying to form words as he
wiped a tear away from his eye, catching it just before it rolled
down his cheek. Composing himself, Kyokota stared at me hard.

  "Mr. Hilt, I know that my father did not die in a plane
accident as the newspapers would have us believe. I am confident
that Wilton Willis had something to do with my father's death and
my first act as CEO of Kyokota Corporation is to prove that and
punish him for this. He has brought great disgrace to my family
and especially to my father's spirit. I always advised my father
to sever ties with Antamount but he did not take my heed in time.
I fear that his memory and his reputation here in Japan as a
kind, gentle leader will be forever tarnished if there is not
repercussions for his death," he said in a whispered voice, the
hatred coming from within him barely contained.

  I paused for a moment, trying to find the best tact to take
with him. "How do I fit into this?"

  "You Mr. Hilt, are an important part in this picture," Kyokota
said, his eyes clearing of tears as he got down to business. "I
spoke with Charlie on the phone a few months ago and he was
supposed to come and work things out with me but it seems at the
last minute that he was delayed, so he advised me to help you,"

  "Yes sir, he did. I am not sure where Charlie is right now but
I am not too hopeful about his situation," I said. Yasuo raised
his eyebrows at me and I proceeded to recount my experience at
the airport and what Charlie had said to me before I left LA,
which now seemed like a lifetime ago.

  Kyokota sighed. "We must assume then, that Charlie is no longer
a usable ally,"

  I was growing a little uncomfortable with the language that
Kyokota had started to use, so keeping my gaze directly against
his own, I lowered my voice to a rather icy, determined tone.

  "I'm not sure where you are leading with all of this Mr.
Kyokota, but I am not a violent man. If you want to extract your
revenge on Antamount through violence, then I want no part of
it,"

  He stared at me hard for a second, pondering what I just said.
Leaning forward at his desk, his glasses sliding down his nose
slightly, he matched my stare.

  "Mr. Hilt, to imply that I would like to enforce physical
vengeance is an absurdity, one that quite frankly offers me a
great deal of insult. I too am a peaceful man, one who is at
peace with his world and his life. I would not dare risk my
chance at eternal harmony and peace by doing damage to another in
this life. What I am proposing is far more civilized, far more
painful than physical pain itself. And that is what aspect I want
you to be involved with, should you consider it,"

  "I'm not quite following you," I said.

  "Like many American business men, we Japanese know that far
more damage may be done with the stroke of a pen in a boardroom
than with the sharp edge of a katana in a back alley. We need
information, incriminating documents more specifically, that can
be used to cause embarrassment and shame upon Antamount and
Wilton Willis in particular. I am willing to offer you the
complete services of Kyokota Corporation to do this, and will put
you in contact with someone who could help," Kyokota said, his
tone more casual now as he dealt in the world of business.

  I opened my mouth to speak, but Kyokota continued on. He
reached for a piece of paper and began to scribble down something
on it. Stopping midway, he realized that he had written it in
Japanese rather than English and, being more methodical now,
wrote the same instructions in very labored and neat English.
When he finished, he slid the paper across the desk to me.

  "This is the address of Mr. Lipsky, one of Antamount's former
accountants and advisors. He too shares our disgust with them,
but for a number of different reasons. He will be able to guide
you in finding what we need to continue on. Assuming you are
still interested of course," Kyokota said, a slight smile on his
face.

  I took the paper from the desk and studied it, thinking hard.
It was a Miami, Florida address. That meant more globe hopping
and less time to spend with Katherine, protecting her. I stared
at the paper hard, thinking about my options.

  Kyokota picked up on this and stood from his desk, a much
smaller man than I had first imagined. He rapped his knuckles on
the desk as he looked around the room absently.

  "You of course do not have to answer now. Feel free to take
some time and enjoy your stay in Japan. I will arrange with
Yoshio to put you up in one of Tokyo's finest hotels for the
duration of your visit, which may be as long as you want. When
you are ready to return to America, regardless of your decision,
I will allow you the use of Kyokota Corporation's private jet. If
that is satisfactory to you, of course,"

  I sat pondering my decision. The risks could be huge; even if I
wasn't killing anyone, I was still likely to be guilty of
breaking & entering, trespassing and God knew what else. But
Kyokota seemed to be the best way to keep things going in this
quest for justice, and with his entire corporation's wealth and
power at my disposal, the opportunity seemed like too good of one
to pass up.

  "Yes, that is satisfactory. I believe that I will take you up
on your offer Mr. Kyokota, regardless of the risks. And let me
just say that I appreciate your kindness in me towards my stay,"

  "But of course," he said. "Now, before I call Yoshio, let me
make another phone call. There is another American here in Tokyo
for a visit, an actress, whom you might feel more comfortable
spending some time with,"

  My ears perked up at this, but then I remembered the same
ordeal that actresses had been put in by Antamount, how they had
used the "casting couch" against women. Kyokota must have picked
up on my apprehension, because he smiled at me in an act of
reassurance.

  "Do not worry Mr. Hilt. She is here on her own free will, and
is not obligated or tied down by anything related to me," Kyokota
said.

  "Who is it?" I asked, now relieved that I wouldn't be going
through the same ordeal again.

  "The star of the show 'Dark Angel' over in America. She is here
to promote it's initial run here in Japan. Her name is Jessica
something. Jessica..."

  "Alba," I said, finishing my sentence. Even though I knew that
she wouldn't know me from Adam, my heart still raced like a
little boy, at the possibility of meeting her.

  "Yes, that's it. I will call her and see if she would like to
meet you. I believe she is doing a press junket right now,"

  I sat in the chair while Kyokota picked up the phone, dialing
quickly as he held the small black receiver to his ear. He lifted
it to his mouth and began to speak rapidly and smoothly in
Japanese, asking questions it seemed and then waiting for a
response before asking another. I heard "Jessica Alba" in there a
few times, but for the most part it was gibberish to me. After a
two or three minute conversation, he hung up the phone politely.

  "She will meet you across town at the bar near her hotel in a
few minutes," Kyokota said, smiling. "And in your absence, I will
lay the ground work for you to become involved in helping us.
Please call Yoshio tonight and he will provide you with a hotel
to stay at,"

  I rose from the chair, sensing the meeting was over. Kyokota
also stood up.

  "Thank you for your help Mr. Kyokota. I hope that we can
achieve our goal," I said sincerely, shaking his hand firmly.

  "As do I Mr. Hilt...Alex," he replied, bowing slightly. "It has
been an honor working with a man as committed as yourself,"

  I felt a swell of pride at this compliment, but I couldn't
think of a proper response, so I simply smiled at him. I turned
from the desk and walked towards the door, the hydraulics of it
rising up before I even got there.


  
  Downstairs there was a car waiting for me, similar to the one I
had arrived from the airport in. The driver, who didn't seem to
really understand English, only figured out where to take me
after I repeated the name of the bar - Kitsune - several times to
him. He nodded in acknowledgement and we were off.

  A fog had descended on Tokyo in the time I was inside the
office with Kyokota. The bright, white halogen street lamps
glowed with weird auras around them as the moisture in the air
rolled around cars and people moving down the side walk. One
could get lost in the city, swallowed up by the fog. I was
feeling lost myself, physically and mentally exhausted yet
somehow finding the strength to want to go meet with Jessica, my
body now in a zone of non-tiredness.

  The ride was shorter than I thought, probably because traffic
had thinned; all the people out now were kids in their souped up
racers and girls standing outside of clubs, arguing with the
bouncer as they tried to get in. When the car pulled up to the
curb in front of a brightly lit bar with only a few people
lingering outside, I wondered if this was the place.
  
  Stepping out of the car, I noticed immediately that it was. Off
to my right was a small group of photographers, reloading film
and chatting amongst themselves as they talked about shots.
Paparazzi. They must have known that Jessica was inside, but I
guess the owner of the bar wouldn't let them in. Good for him.

  I opened the door to the entrance of the bar. Unlike every
other bar that I had been to in the States, this one was a
completely unique experience. The walls glowed with bright neon
tubing, a small stage off to the corner set up for dancing Go-Go
girls, who were happily gyrating to the beat of some European
techno song. Off in another corner was a slightly larger stage,
this one occupied by Japanese business men who were drunkenly
belting out the lyrics to "I Love Rock & Roll", slurring the
words with their alcohol and spotty English. As my eyes adjusted
to the light of the room, I scanned for Jessica. I finally
spotted her, sipping a martini at a side table by herself.
Walking over to her, I drank in the way she looked.

  She rose from her seat to greet me, clearly glad to see another
American here in Japan. She had her slightly curly brown hair
pulled back in a loose ponytail behind her head, held in place
with a dark green scrunchie. She had dressed casually, wearing a
pair of low cut, hip hugging jeans and a t-shirt that read "Made
in the USA" across her rather ample chest. I felt slightly dizzy
- maybe from the intoxicating sight of her, maybe from my
exhaustion - as she smiled at me. She was a bit taller than I
expected, around the height of most of the Japanese people in the
place. It must have not been hard for her to spot me then, given
how much I towered over the rest of the population.

  "You must be Alex," she said with a smile. I saw her eyes
glance over me slowly - was she checking me out?

  "Yes, Alex Hilt. I must say that I'm a big fan of yours," I
said, trying to not sound so gushing.

  "Thank you. It feels weird to see an American in a place like
this, don't you think?" she said, motioning for me to sit down,
which I did.

  "No doubt. I feel like Gulliver here. Or Goliath at least,"

  Jessica laughed. "Hey, at least you don't have to stand around
getting photographed from every angle all day. Ugh, I told my
manager that I would meet with you just to get away from all
those paparazzi,"
  
  "Well, I appreciate it. I guess you knew who I was pretty
easily huh?"

  "Yep. Guys your size tend to stand out like sore thumbs, even
in America," she said. She was about to continue but a small,
rather cute waitress came to our table to take our drink order.
When we had placed it, Jessica scooted a little bit on the seat
and leaned across the table to talk to me, the light from the
neon signs painting her face in a blue tint.

  "So, tell me why you are here. Or is it some big secret?"

  I laughed. "I had a meeting with the head of Kyokota
Corporation today, that's why I'm here,"

  Jessica's face seemed to sink a bit. "Oh, so you are a business
man then?"

  "No, I'm actually a screen writer. Or I was, until I got fired
and ended up setting off a chain of reactions that has put my
life and a lot of the women in Hollywood's lives in serious
jeopardy," I said, hoping to reel her back into theconversation.

  Jessica laughed and rolled her eyes. "Right. Look, I may be jet
lagged but I didn't just get off the boat you know,"

  I leaned my head in closer to hers across the table to show my
seriousness. "I'm not joking,"

  Jessica stopped laughing and furrowed her brow. "Then please,
explain,"

  Taking a deep breath, I recounted for her everything that had
led up to my visit to Japan. Jessica's reaction to all of this
was mixed throughout - her facial expression changed from
curiosity to amusement to pure shock all throughout. When I
concluded my tale, having now downed half of the drink the
waitress had brought during my tale, Jessica was staring at the
table in front of her, her hands mindlessly fidgeting with a
napkin.

  "I don't know what to say," she said in a soft whisper. "That
is quite a story, whether it's true or not,"

  "It's true. I swear my life on it and I am sure I could put you
in contact with people who will confirm it. So I take it that you
have never been approached by Antamount?"

  "No. I was pretty much a nobody till 'Dark Angel' hit and by
then, Fox had their claws in me and was helping my stardom rise.
I wasn't about to stop them so if Antamount made an offer or
something, I probably brushed it off. And I certainly haven't
been whored out for some executive's amusement,"

  "I know that it's a lot to have to take in Jessica and I don't
expect you to really believe me. You can call Kyokota tomorrow
and confirm it yourself or just write me off as some kook telling
a really exaggerated yarn,"

  Jessica looked up at me, her chocolate brown eyes glimmering in
the low light of the room.

  "I don't think you are a kook," she said with a sly smile.
"Kooks aren't usually as handsome and well dressed as you are,"

  Before I could respond to this compliment (which, admittedly,
made me blush a bit), Jessica rose from the table, extending her
hand to me.

  "Come on, let's go take our minds off this for a while. That
karaoke machine is calling your name," she said with a grin. I
didn't have a chance to protest, as she was already pulling me up
from the table. We walked over towards the karaoke booth,
watching the last group - an older, 40s or so couple who dressed
like they were still "hip" and much younger as they stepped off
the stage. Jessica led me to the stage and thrust the microphone
in my hand before bounding off, her vibrant breasts giggling as
she stepped off the foot or so tall rise.

  "Pick a good song," Jessica called to me through cupped hands.
"Something that they will all know,"

  Suddenly the spotlight was on me as I stared at her blankly. I
wasn't much of a singer and suddenly felt very nervous at being
in front of all of these people. As I felt sweat drip down my
face and into the collar of my shirt, I swallowed hard in my
throat. Part of me wanted to get off stage, but as I looked out
and saw Jessica's beaming, mischievous face, I began to feel calm
and at ease. What the hell...this was Japan, it wasn't like any
of these people would ever see (or hear) me again, and a lack of
vocal talent didn't really seem to stop the other people from
performing.

  I smiled back at her and finally looked down at the digital
display showing all the artists and songs available. A lot I
didn't recognize, as they were Japanese pop songs, but as I
scrolled through into more "classic" choices, titles began to
appear in English. Looking down the list, I finally spotted one
that would be perfect for the occasion. Selecting it by touching
the screen, the lights on me shifted and changed, responding to
my choice I guess as I cleared my throat and stepped back a bit
away from the terminal.

  Holding the microphone in front of my face, it wasn't but a few
seconds before the music began to slowly play and it was my cue
to start. My heart pounding, excitement and adrenaline and the
addiction of watching Jessica Alba smiling just for me washed
over me and I began.

  "What you would think if I sang out of tune...Would you stand
up and walk out on me," I began to belt out. "Lend me your years
and I'll sing you a song...And I'll try not to sing out of
key..."

  The words began to flow easily out of me as the crowd cheered
and yelled, a few singing along to this classic, Jessica included
as she began to mouth the words along with me. As I continued
through the song, I grew more and more confident in my vocal
abilities - whether I really possessed them or not, I don't know
but the free flowing liquor certainly helped.

  "Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends! Yes, I get by
with a little help from my friends..with a little help from my
frienddddsssss!!!" I sang on the final note, holding the
microphone to my mouth in a pose as the audience cheered wildly.
I felt giddy with excitement from the experience and as I stepped
off stage, my legs a bit wobbly, Jessica was right there to greet
me.

  "That was AMAZING Alex. I can't believe you actually got up
there and sang! And you weren't half bad either," Jessica said.

  "Thanks. I think I'll leave the singing to the professionals
though," I said with a tired smile. "I'm just a writer,"

  "Well, I liked it and I think the crowd did too. But to be
fair, I guess I need to get up there and sing a song too huh?"
Jessica said with that same sexy, dimpled grin of hers.

  "Only if you don't want me inviting the paparazzi up to your
hotel room," I said, playing off the hint of innuendo Jessica was
seeming to lead towards.

  The next hour or so was a bit of a blur, as I drank and drank,
the impact of Japanese liquor not quite hitting me like a good
old Budweiser would. Jessica did perform a song, though the title
still escapes me to this day, and we both sat and laughed and
watched other people make fools of themselves, the entire bar
finally getting on stage to sing along to "Bohemian Rhapsody"
before the place closed down at around 3 in the morning.

  Somehow, after the bar closed, I found myself standing outside
Jessica's hotel room (which was just across the street), leaning
against the door frame as she fidgeted with the lock on the door,
opening it finally as we stepped inside. Jessica flipped on a
light switch as I walked in further, checking it out.

  "I'll make us some coffee," Jessica said as she parted ways and
walked into the kitchen. "I think we have both had enough to
drink,"

  I explored her suite, running my hand over antique Japanese
furniture before finally coming to a stop in the living room in
front of a window that looked out over Tokyo. Pulling back the
shades, the orange haze of the city slowly and lazily filtered in
through the window as I stared out at it. It wasn't until I
looked away a few seconds later that I noticed that Jessica had
turned off the lights in the room. I could still hear her behind
me though, seeming to get closer as the coffee cups clinked
together.

  Looking out the window again, the cars on the freeway seeming
to move so slow in their Matchbox racer size, I was startled when
I began to hear soft singing coming up behind me - Jessica was
humming words under her breath, very slowly and rhythmically.

  "Would you believe in a love at first sight?" she said,
enunciating each word. There was a brief silence after she
finished the lyric. I picked up on her game and continued it.

  "Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time," I saidquietly.

  I heard Jessica much closer now, finally seeing her emerge to
the left of me from the shadows, coffee cups in hand. What she
did not have though, was any clothes. Though the cups were
expertly positioned, I could see that she was topless, her long
brown hair falling over her shoulders now. She stepped close to
me.

  "What do you see when you turn out the light?" she whispered,
setting the cups down on a nearby table and now pressing her body
against mine as I looked down at her, her full lips and beautiful
face bathed in dim light from outside.

  "I can't tell you, but I know it's mine," I said. As the last
words escaped my lips, she stood on her tip toes to kiss me,
pressing her lips against mine. I felt my arms move automatically
to her smooth, naked back as I pulled her tightly against me,
keeping the gentle firmness of her kiss and the softness of her
lips touching my mouth.

  Her nipples pressed into my chest and for the moment, my cares
were gone. There is nothing like a beautiful woman to make the
world seem like an ok place. A beautiful girl can take your mind
off of anything, if even for a moment. That was certainly the
case now with Jessica. I felt the heat radiating from her body as
our lips continued to wrestle with each other, her small frame
warm against my body. I reached down and pulled my shirt off over
my head, allowing our skin to touch finally. My hands slid down
her back as I locked my strong arms around her, feeling the
softness of her ass in my palms. I squeezed it gently and broke
the kiss, lowering my mouth to her shoulders.

  Gently licking along the nape of her neck, Jessica sighed
contentedly. Whereas before I had been concerned about the
involvement sexually with a celebrity, especially one of
Jessica's stature and what it might mean in the grand scheme of
things, tonight I was free from that burden. Jessica too seemed
free, away from her fiance and the life that awaited her back in
America. Tonight, she could just be a woman and I could just be a
man.

  I nibbled softly at her earlobe, causing Jessica to giggle as
she stroked my shoulders with her hands. Her body was tight and
taut, toned almost to perfection as I felt the cleft in her ass
with my thumbs, teasing a finger over her asshole. My erection
was straining to get out of my pants now, but I lingered a bit
longer on her body, enjoying the feel of it beneath me, every
soft spot along the surface of it. The moisture between her legs
was starting to grow more apparent now as she raised her leg
slightly against my own, pressing her sex against my body.
Reluctantly, I lifted my mouth from her neck and stared at her
beautiful face.

  In the twilight of Tokyo, amongst the blended light of
skyscrapers and billboards, Jessica's face became framed with a
white light. She was an angel to behold, the beauty and softness
just radiating from her.

  Neither of us said a word - we didn't need to. We moved almost
as one, slowly drifting away from the window, it's dim light
leading us deeper into the recesses of the room. Stepping
backwards, we came to a slight step that separated the room, a
small elevation that caused Jessica's naked heels to bump against
it's wooden frame, her body rocking gently into me. Holding her
tightly, my hand behind her head, I took a step back and pulled
her with me, slowly lowering her to the carpeted floor beneath
us.

  Jessica lay prone on the floor, her legs slightly spread as she
lifted her head up, watching me as I pressed my mouth to her
tummy, kissing along her navel, eliciting goosebumps from her.
She sighed contentedly as she freed her hair from behind her
back, her arms at her sides as she held herself up and allowed me
closer access to the wet treasure between her legs. Her thighs
were spread wider now, allowing me to barely make out the tuft of
brown hair over her opening and the deep brownish pink of her
cuntal lips beneath. My mouth was almost salivating now as I
kissed this tuft, holding my mouth open so that she could feel my
hot breath as it tickled along her pussy, the heat from it
radiating upward.

  I extended my tongue slowly as I licked along her slit, which
was now opening like a delicate flower for me. The tip of my
tongue worked it's way inside of her slowly, allowing a few lucky
taste buds to sample the flavor of her body, the sweet honey
spiciness of her womanly juices.

  Propping myself up on my knees as I reached behind me and undid
my pants, I kissed and licked around her pussy for a few moments,
lapping up a few drops of dew like moisture between her legs. My
tongue began to dart quicker now as I wedged it inside of her,
Jessica's hips rising of their own accord from where they lay on
the floor, her body lifting iitself to meet my attentions. I
managed to work my tongue inside of her, to taste the slippery
flesh inside of her pussy as my tongue soaked up the excess
juices that were now starting to flow more freely from inside of
her. Jessica grunted in pleasure as I lathered her clit with my
saliva, mixing it with her own juices as I caressed the hard nub
with my tongue. My cock was now aching for release as I gently
stroked it, keeping it at full hardness as my face became covered
with Jessica's sweet juice.

  Holding her thighs apart, I was determined to make her cum with
my tongue and mouth alone. From the slight shuddering and spasms
I felt her pussy release around me as I pressed my tongue as
deeply into her as possible, I knew that I was succeeding.
Jessica had her eyes closed and her arms were trembling as she
held herself up, her breasts starting to heave faster and faster
as a light sheen of sweat formed on her body, glimmering in the
dim light of the room. I extracted my tongue from her cunt and
swallowed a mouthful of her juice, the liquid like a sweet nectar
as it raced down my throat. My lips were sticky with her taste as
I plunged back into her, pulling my tongue back and forth a bit
as I teased the outer lips of her pussy with my mouth, fucking
her with the strong muscle.

  I could hear Jessica murmuring something to herself, her mouth
and face contorting in pleasure as I looked up over the landscape
of her nude body, her curly hair now wet with sweat against her
head. Keeping the fucking motions going with my tongue, I focused
now on her clit, which even in the slight light of the room I
could tell was fully aroused and resonating with all kinds of
pleasure for Jessica. I encircled the nub with my tongue,
breathing heavily against it as I slid a hand upward over her
body, stroking her breast. Jessica's hand immediately pounced on
my own, guiding it as I squeezed her nipple, Jessica gasping now
as I pleasured her body.

  My hand tightly under her grip, I began to move my tongue as
fast as I could over her clit, Jessica's hips now bucking rather
wildly beneath me as she pressed down hard on my hand, causing me
to crush her breast against her body, the pressure of her nipple
being restrained making her groan loudly. Her orgasm imminent, I
gave her clit one more good lick and then plunged my tongue fully
into her pussy, catching Jessica off guard.

  Her orgasm was earsplitting. Unlike her relative silence
throughout, Jessica now screamed with lust as the flood of
pleasure washed over her, unleashing a flood of cum from her body
as it splashed out from between her legs and onto my face and the
floor. I could only hope to drink down a little bit of it as it
coated my face from my nose down, Jessica's wail suddenly
stopping in her throat as she went hoarse from the cry. Her body
heaving up and down, she rubbed my hand hard over her nipple in a
back and forth motion, the fiery nub sharp against my palm.

  Rocked to the core by the release, Jessica collapsed on the
ground, her chest heaving as she held my hand tightly against her
body, her legs clamped around my head to keep me licking and
drinking up her juice, which I happily did. After a few minutes,
a blissful smile on her face, Jessica opened her eyes at me.

  "I want you in me," she said, her voice a shattered tear of
noise as it came from her throat. I lifted myself up from the
floor and wiped some of her excess juice off of my face, smearing
it onto my cockhead as Jessica struggled to sit up, exhausted
from her orgasm.

  Her eyes on my rock hard prick, I scooted up between her legs
and rubbed it along her wet crevice, teasing her. I placed my
arms beneath her thighs and lifted her towards me, neither of us
using our hands as our bodies merged together, the tip of my cock
sliding slowly with a *pop* into her rather tight pussy. I
immediately felt the warmth of her body engulf me, a few slight
tremors of her last orgasm caressing the length of my shaft as I
worked myself deeper into her. With slow, methodical strokes, I
pressed inch by inch of my dick inside of Jessica's hole, her
velvet walls opening up around me more and more the deeper I
pushed. I finally bottomed out in her and, my hands tightly
gripping the firm, toned flesh of her legs, I held myself like
that for a moment. Jessica sighed contentedly and began to work
her inner muscles, squeezing my prick gently as our bodies
remained merged.

  Extracting myself slightly, I began to tease her by removing
half of my shaft before plunging it back in fiercely, the action
causing her (and my own) body to rock in a pleasant motion as her
pussy was stabbed by my cock at it's core. I placed Jessica's
legs on my shoulders as I leaned in closer over her, our mouths
just inches apart, sweat dripping from my hair onto her perfect
body. Jessica stared at me, her deep brown eyes seeming to suck
me into her as I continued to thrust in and out of her at an
angle.

  Sliding her tongue along the outside of her upper lip
seductively, Jessica groaned and threw her head back a bit as I
met her seductive gaze with a deep stroke inside her steaming hot
cunt, whose juices I could now feel leak out copiously from
within her. I pressed my mouth down onto hers as we kissed, her
tongue lunging upward and into my mouth. We remained liplocked
for a few moments as I continued to glide in and out of her, the
process much easier now that she was sopping wet between her
legs. I felt the roughness of her slight pubic hair grind against
my body, it's sticky wetness only another indicator of the
feeling I felt inside of her pussy.

  Caressing me like silk, Jessica was happily squeezing her legs
against me, holding me in deeper inside of her as her pussy
seemed to suck my cock in as if it could not survive without it.
Jessica's clit throbbed against my shaft as I met it with deep,
broad strokes inside of her, the base of the head of my cock
barely touching it as I pulled out from within her slightly.
Jessica's breasts bounced in time with the speed of our
lovemaking, which by now was building to an amazing climax.

  I felt Jessica's hand slither down between my legs and cup my
balls, holding me in place inside of her as she gently massaged
the tight orbs in my sac. Her small, delicate fingers tickled the
sensitive skin as she grasped them lightly, allowing me to
continue to fuck her as she played with them. I bent my head back
and watched her hand move them around, the slight pressure
maddening when combined with the tight feel of her body. I was
drenched with sweat now and nearing exhaustion but I knew that
the reward would be amazing were I to only hang on a little bit
longer.

  Pressing my mouth to Jessica's left breast, I took the tip of
her nipple in my teeth and raised my head up, pulling on the hard
bud with my mouth, making Jessica gasp in pleasant pain. I
released it from within my mouth and repeated the process on the
other breast. This time Jessica was ready for me and now she
lifted her own body up to meet me as I simultaneously thrust into
her and nibbled on her nipple at the same time. Her hips rose to
meet mine, allowing me even deeper penetration than I had
achieved thus far - the final treasure was mine.

  Brushing the back of her cervix with my cockhead, the feeling a
totally new one from this little tryst, I felt my balls tighten
as my orgasm began. Pushing into her as hard as I could, I pulled
in and out of her in a few quick strokes before the red hot
stream of cum began to shoot out of my cock. I grunted in
pleasure as I erupted deep inside of Jessica, her body shuddering
as her twat sucked in all of my juice, milking me for everything
I had. She let out a low moan of bliss as I slid my dick in and
out while my orgasm was still going on, mixing the sticky white
substance in and around her pussy and the juices that her own
body had made.

  Propping myself up on exhausted arms, I stared down at Jessica
as my orgasm began to subside, at least five or six long thick
streams of cum shooting deep into her before everything was all
done. My dick began to soften a little as I pulled out of her and
rolled onto the floor beside her, both of us panting and catching
our breath. I glanced down at Jessica's pussy, the lips now red
and spread wide from our lovemaking, a trickle of frothy cum
coating the outside of them as her body began to relax and breath
slowly again.

  A few minutes later, I managed to lift myself up and stagger
into the shower. The water felt great on my body, since I hadn't
had one in days and as I dried off and walked to the bedroom, I
saw Jessica laying in bed waiting for me, the white sheets a
sharp contrast from her richly colored skin. She lifted the
sheet, her body still naked (though her pussy clean) and allowed
me to slide into bed next to her. I felt her crawl on top of me,
resting her head on my chest as I laid back against the pillow.
Exhaustion finally over took me, having not slept in almost two
days now, as the world went black. Before I faded away though, I
resolved myself to call LA tomorrow and find out what exactly was
going on with Charlie and, more importantly, Katherine.

  My sleep was not sound though. A few hours after drifting off,
my cell phone rang...



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