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Subject: {ASSM} Hollywood After Dark: Chapter 7 (MF, FF, cons, reluc, humil, celeb) - 2/2
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FROM PART 1 OF THIS STORY WITH THE SAME HEADER



PETTY'S STORY:

  My hangover woke me up, despite the cries by my body to sleep.
I was craving it bad now, the instant my eyes opened a flood of
desire for that pleasure already taking me over. Propping myself
up on my arm, I leaned awkwardly and clumsily over the night
stand, grabbing the straw and doing two quick lines that made me
feel all warm and fuzzy again. I sighed to myself as I laid back
down on the pillow, drifting off to sleep again.

  I awoke again when I happened to roll over into something wet.
Cracking my eyes to slits, I saw the spots of crimson on the
pillow, causing me to sit up with a start. Blood. My blood.
Immediately my hand went to my nose and I could feel the dry,
crusty residue of the nosebleed coming from my nostrils. They
were happening a lot more often now, but they were controllable
as long as I paced myself throughout the day. I knew the blood
would be a bitch to get out of the pillow case so I reluctantly
sat up fully now, sniffing away a fresh stream of it that had
started again when I moved my head.

  Sliding my feet to the side of the bed, I dangled them off
groggily as I ran my hand through my hair. It was oily and slick,
probably due to having not showered in a day or so. I suddenly
remembered Miguel, the cute Hispanic guy I had picked up at a
club last night. He knew who I was, said I was famous, or thought
he did, confusing me with Britney or Christina or one of those
pop queens in the dim light of the dance floor. Whatever, I
didn't care. I just nodded and took him home, where we had
mediocre sex, aided for me by the coke I did before he mounted
me. And now as I looked over at the other side of the bed, I saw
that he was gone. No note, no goodbye kiss, nothing. Bastard.

  Groaning a bit, I stepped out of the bed and padded into the
bathroom. Turning the water on, I leaned my head down and
splashed water on my face. Glancing up in the mirror, I saw that
I had begun to lose weight; maybe 10 or 15 pounds. I still looked
good, but my face was kind of getting that hollowed out cheek
look to it that some models (also undoubtedly coke heads) had
about them. My eyes looked kind of tired too, but I attributed
that to just being hung over.

  Splashing water on my face again, I heard the phone ring in the
bedroom. I paused for a minute, mentally cursing myself for the
energy it would take to leave the bathroom and go to the bedroom
again. As it continued to ring, I finally gave up on hoping that
the answering machine would get it and walked quickly to it,
collapsing on the bed as I reached my arm out and grabbed it.
Water dripped from my face, mixing with the dry blood and leaving
a pink stain on my nightshirt.

  "Hello?" I said, my voice crackly and dry.

  "Petty, I need to see you," the other voice said. Gordon
Hapsboro.

  "Hey Gordon babe, what's up?" I said, putting on my best 'I
really do give a shit' voice.

  "Spare me the pleasantries. Come to my office immediately," he
replied, his voice monotone but - I could tell - serious.

  I yawned. "What time is it?"

  "It's 2 in the afternoon. Now please get your ass down here,"
he said, hanging up with a click. I put the receiver back and
laid still on the bed. I really wanted to just go back to sleep
but something told me I had better go see what he wanted.
Probably another "powwow" about the next video or single to
promote.

  I got dressed into some sweat pants and a t-shirt and, throwing
some gel in my hair, was about to walk out of the house when I
noticed that I was about to forget my traveling companion, my
blow.

  Heading back over to the bedside table, a wave of panic rushed
over me as I realized I had two, maybe three lines left of the
ENTIRE package I had gotten a few weeks back from Antamount.
Maybe this trip to see Hapsboro wouldn't be so bad, I'm sure he
could hook me up.

  I arrived at his office about 30 minutes later, my hang over
now down to a dull throb in the back of my head. I walked in
towards his office, his secretary buzzing him as I walked right
past her into his room, the annoyed look on her face bringing me
a lot of joy.

  He was seated at his desk, a remote control in his hand as he
watched a tape on a small television set at the corner of his
desk. Glancing up at me as I walked in and plopped down in the
chair across from him, he hastily clicked the off button on the
remote and set it back down on the desk. I grinned at him,
thinking I had caught him at something.

  "Watching porn again huh Gordy?"

  He sighed, studying me carefully as he rubbed his temples. "You
could say that. Listen, Petty, I'll make this brief. Do you know
why I called you in today?"

  "Nope, but I can only assume it is to lavish more attention on
me from the company, right?" I said. I was feeling really punchy
today for some reason and I decided to say "fuck it" to the
formalities of the business world.

  "Not exactly. Times are changing Petty, have you noticed this?"
he said, standing up from his desk as he walked over towards me.
His hands on his hips, he stared down at me. I suddenly got a
vibe that the cocky attitude may not be the best idea, so I made
an effort to restrain myself.

  "No, I haven't. What do you mean?"

  "Well, the kids these days...they have increasingly short
attention spans. You think they are loving something with their
heart and soul, so you pump out stuff to feed this and then hope
that the fad lasts long enough to make a return on your
investment. In your particular case, that fad is poppy, acoustic
music,"

  My brow furrowed. "So what? Pop music comes and goes, it just
keeps reinventing itself as a different style,"

  "Yes, it does. The same goes for films. Movies are the same
now, story wise, as they were in the 40s only with more
titillation and explosions. You follow me? Good. Now, I guess the
point I'm getting at is this: you are pretty much finished in the
music business,"

  Inadvertently, I laughed rather loudly as I reclined in the
seat. "Ha, right. And what makes you say that?"

  "Well, a number of things," he said, completely calm. His
steadily balanced attitude was starting to worry me. This wasn't
just a friendly chat, this was turning into a lecture. "For one,
we have your album sales. Abysmal. After all the money we spent
promoting you and rush engineering your album, you haven't even
sold 100,000 copies. Sure, a lot of it might be due to piracy
online and all that but those numbers - especially for someone we
bought airtime on MTV and the radio for - just aren't working. So
we've decided to put you on the backburner, permanently. You've
signed a deal for another three albums and we intend to honor
that but as your contract states, the failure of your first album
means that the royalties will decrease and your exposure is going
to be much, much less,"

  My head was starting to spin with what he was telling me.
Things weren't making sense.

  "What? What contract? That thing I signed a while back? There
wasn't anything in there about a four album deal and I KNOW there
wasn't something about less royalties," I said, my voice starting
to grow angry in my throat.

  "Are you sure? Did you read it real carefully? Because if not,
I have a copy right here I can show you and point out exactly
where you initialed and signed. You know, just to prove my
point," he said. I was now staring up at him and a hideous smile
was on his face - the asshole was enjoying this!

  "My...my lawyers will vvv..void that contract in a heartbeat,"
I said, my voice now starting to shake, along with my arms. I
struggled to remember what he was talking about and all I could
pull up was the signing of the contract in the elevator by that
little stooge he sent. The fucker had rushed me to sign it
too...that COULDN'T be legally binding, could it?

  "That's fine," Hapsboro said with a smile. "But they can't
really argue with this now can they?"

  Reaching for the remote, he turned on the screen and swiveled
the TV so that it faced me. My face went white immediately - it
was a tape, taken during my encounter with Shania Twain and her
husband. I felt my stomach turn in knots as I watched myself bury
my face in between Shania's legs. The tape continued to play, and
I noticed something curious about the tape: both Shania and her
husband had had their faces blurred out. They were just writhing,
moving bodies, while my own body (and more importantly, my cum
covered face) were clearly and unmistakably visible.

  I felt numb all over as Hapsboro grinned at me, sitting down on
the corner of his desk as he watched my reaction.

  "You can file your little breach-of-contract lawsuit, but as
soon as those papers hit, a copy of this video tape will appear
in the mailbox of every tabloid and entertainment show in the
country. Oh, and not to mention your mother's mailbox too. You
know, she has a really nice yard: very quaint and cozy, and I
especially like the lawn ornaments she has. That gnome really is
something cute,"

  I could barely hear his words now as my head began to spin and
my mind reeled. I needed to calm down.

  Instinctively reaching for my purse, I realized that I had left
it in my car. Damn it! That's where the coke that I so
desperately needed right now was! I thought for a moment about
just bolting and running out to the car, coming back when I was
more able to deal with him after having "powdered my nose" but I
thought better of it. Best to stay as focused as I could, even
though my hangover was now back in full force and my body was
desperately craving the drug.

  "What's wrong Petty, you seem kind of nervous," he said with
that same ugly, gleeful grin.

  "It's...nothing. Don't worry about it," I said, trying to bring
my voice back to a calm level, even though my body wastrembling.

  "Hmmm...I don't think that it is. I know that look," he said.
"I think that you are wanting something and it isn't just
revenge. I KNOW you want that, but hey...a lot of people in this
business want revenge,"

  He walked back over to his desk and reached into a drawer.
Pulling out a small box, he slid it over on the desk in front of
me.

  "Go ahead, open it,"

  I looked at him with hate in my eyes for a moment before
curiosity got the best of me. Reaching my hand out, I opened the
lid of the box. Inside was a gigantic bag of white powder - coke,
and by the looks of it, very pure. Sitting on top of the bag was
a neatly polished mirror and a small metal straw for taking the
drug. I could practically feel myself salivating at the mere look
of it.

  Without warning, he reached out and snatched the box away,
holding it in his hand as he pretended to admire it.

  "My own personal stash," he said, almost wistfully. "Comes from
the best fields in Colombia. 100% pure, uncut cocaine," Looking
over at me, he pretended like he was surprised. "Would you like
some?"

  I almost lunged across the desk at the offer but with all my
restraint, managed to catch myself.

  "You bastard. You know that I do. You were the one who got me
hooked on the stuff,"

  "I got you hooked? I think not my dear. I merely gave you a
gift. What you did with that gift was up to you. Now, don't be
rude. Would you like some or not?"

  My mind screamed to tell him no, to just walk out of there
right now. But my body was in control, and after the sight of it,
was practically tearing my insides apart at trying to get some. I
didn't just want it - every part of my being, every molecule,
craved it.

  He stared at me impatiently. "Well, if you are going to be that
way about it..." he said, closing the box up and about to put it
away.

  "WAIT!" I cried at him. He stopped.

  "Yes?"

  "I...I want some. Please. How much is it?"

  "For the whole bag? Haha, my dear it isn't for sale. A small
taste however, will cost you. I would say that $500 seems like a
fair price,"

  I moaned like a little girl "$500? I don't have that kind of
money with me!"

  "Too bad then. It's really good stuff too. Unless of course,
you could think of some other way to pay..."

  I shuddered at the thought of what he was insinuating, but I
wanted it bad. I noticed now that he had moved back by me, his
frame looming over me as his crotch became uncomfortably close to
my face.

  "Alright...if that's what you want, I'll do it," I said meekly,
ashamed at having been beaten by him - by my own body.

  "Good," he said, setting it down on the table. "I'm glad we
could come to an arrangement,"

  I reached out for the box, but he slapped my hand away roughly.
"No no. First you pay, then you play,"

  I stared up at him with hate in my eyes once more, but could
now feel myself relaxing as my body knew that it's precious was
coming. Extending my hand out, I grabbed his zipper as he moved
closer to me, undoing the fly as I pulled down his pants with the
other hand.

  His dick was rather small by comparison, and only half hard as
I pulled it from his pants, holding it's limp weight in my hand.

  "Go ahead, get to work," he said to me, practically ordering
me. I took a deep breath and began to jerk his prick up and down
with my hand. He had gotten a bit harder before he told me to
stop.

  "Use your mouth. It will go faster," he said, completely
enjoying my humiliation.

  I lowered my lips around his cock and began to suck and lick at
it with as much effort as I could. I felt the shaft began to
bulge and grow in my mouth, the cock head rubbing against the top
of my mouth. I removed my lips from it and noticed that he was at
full hardness. Good, maybe this won't take too long.

  Pushing his head past my lips again, I began to bob up and down
on his cock as fast I could. He began to enjoy the process, as I
felt his hands grab my stringy hair and hold my face tightly as
he began to thrust his hips in and out of my mouth. The more I
licked his dick, the less I began to enjoy it. I thought this
would be just another routine blowjob, but my emotions were
starting to get the best of me now. Everything started to seem
bad about the whole situation - the smell of his pubic hair was
suddenly very nauseating, the feel of his prick wet and nasty in
my mouth. I felt tears begin to leak out of my eyes as he
continued to push harder and harder into my mouth, using it for
his own pleasure. The only thing that kept me going through the
whole thing was the thought I clung to, of what my reward might
be.

  I became numb to the whole process as he used me like a sex
toy, fucking my mouth with a lot of gusto, bellowing obscenities
at me - calling me a whore and a "coke cunt" and other things
that even now I can't remember. All of this was happening because
I had been stupid and let myself get addicted to his drugs. To
his lifestyle. To his fame.

  My eyes blurry and watery now from the tears that I was
struggling to hold back, I weakly reached my hand out and cupped
his balls, teasing and playing with them as he began to slow down
his thrust, his dick seeming to expand a bit, and I knew now from
experience that his orgasm was imminent.

  He suddenly thrust his hand down and wrapped it around my
throat, holding me tightly and making it harder for me to breath.
I gagged and coughed as my mouth opened from around his cock, but
this was exactly what he wanted. With a hard and savage grunt, he
began to orgasm, holding his cock tightly as he shot his load
into my mouth, the thick and nasty cum covering my teeth and
tongue as jet after jet sprayed, some of his slime finally
sliding down my throat as he released my neck, allowing me to
breath. I coughed hard, some of his cum leaking from my lips and
down onto my t-shirt.

  Hapsboro panted and caught his breath for a moment (as if
breathing was as tough for him as it was for me) before taking a
clump of my hair and wiping his dick clean with it. As I
swallowed down the last of his disgusting load, he zipped his
pants up and smiled down at me.

  "You are a good little coke slut Petty, but I've had better.
Now, before I give you your reward, understand this: after today,
you are on hiatus. I don't want to see you unless I call you
myself. That means no performing, no lawyers, nothing. If you
want to try and get back in my good graces, I'll give you the
address of where you can go and try to earn your keep. They are
business acquaintances of mine and though you might find them a
bit rough, they will take care of all your needs. If you Fcan
prove yourself to me there, then maybe - just maybe - I'll
reconsider promoting you,"

  I couldn't say anything now, my mouth still filled with the
nasty taste of his cum as I hung my head, waiting while he
scribbled down the address. Handing it to me, I robotically put
it in my pocket.

  True to his word despite his other vices, Hapsboro opened the
box and cut out two very thick lines for me. Handing me the
straw, he stepped back to watch. For a moment I hesitated, but my
body wouldn't let me hold out for long. Brushing my cum stained
hair out of my face, I quickly dropped my nose to the line and
inhaled sharply through my left nostril.

  He wasn't lying. This stuff was incredible...I felt a
completely new level of high rush through me almost instantly
and, in my mad desire to hopefully further elevate it, I did the
other line immediately. Within a few seconds, I was on cloud 9,
the room and the ordeal I had just been through already starting
to fade away.

  I smiled contentedly to myself as I stared around the room. I
saw Hapsboro move, almost as if in slow motion to the desk. He
lifted up the phone and punched some numbers, beginning to speak
when the person on the other end answered. His words came slowly
but clearly for me as I sat and listened to him, admittedly
distracted by the other things around the room that caught my
attention.

  "Please send someone up to escort Petty home," he said. "Make
sure to check her pocket - that's where her new address is,"




RACHAEL'S STORY:

  At some point in the night before, I had fallen asleep. I woke
up with a start, the light outside indicating that it was the
afternoon, my heart thudding from what I suppose was still shock
over last night's events. For a brief moment, my mind was
confused and disoriented and I couldn't remember what had
happened. As the slow understanding finally came back to me, it
was as if a heavy weight was once again being dumped onto my
shoulders, crushing me with the stark reality of what happened.
People were dead. I might be in trouble.

  And yet Alex still hadn't called. Grabbing the phone from the
bed quickly, I held it in my hand, trying to remember his cell
phone number. I hoped that he still had it on, that he would be
able to receive calls, even being a world away.

  After three rings, he picked up, his voice groggy and hoarse.

  "Hello?"

  "Alex!" I said, my voice thick with panic now "Are you
alright?"

  "Wha? Yeah yeah I'm fine. Rachael, is that you?"

  "Yes Alex it's me! Are you sure you are ok?"

  "I'm fine Rachael, you just woke me up. What's the matter?"

  "Charlie's dead Alex," I said, my voice dropping as my eyes
began to well with tears at the thought.

  There was a long, painful silence on the other end.

  "Are you sure?" he asked finally, his voice soft and muted.

  "Yes. I was leaving his office and I heard gun shots and then
people talking loudly and so I started to run away and I got to
my car but I thought people were following me but they weren't
and so I drove home and,"

  "Woah Rachael, calm down!" he said, his concern causing me to
stop. "Are YOU alright?"

  I took a deep breath. "Yes, I'm ok. I'm scared shitless but I'm
alright. I thought you were going to call when you got toJapan?"

  My voice was a bit pleading, and he seemed to recognize this.
"I was going to. I tried calling Katherine but her cell phone was
not working or on. Do you think she is ok?"

  I gulped loudly, realizing that I had completely forgotten
about everyone else there that night.

  My hesitation must have given him his own dose of fear.
"Rachael? Are you there? Is Katherine alright? Is everyone else
ok?"

  "I...I don't know Alex. I came home and locked the door and
just woke up. I'm panicked and I really wish you were here,"

  "I wish I could be there too but I am not coming home for a
little while Rachael. I can't,"

  "What?" I said in shock and surprise. This was NOT what I
wanted to hear. "Why not? I need you Alex...we all need you!"

  "I know that," he said, his voice trying to sound reassuring.
"But I got some information from Kyokota and I have to act on it
before it's too late,"

  "And you can't come here to do it?"

  "No. I have to go to Miami. I'm leaving first thing in the
morning,"

  "Well what the hell am I supposed to do? You want me to just
stay locked in my house, like a prisoner?"

  "Hang on Rachael, let me think alright!" he snapped. The stress
was getting to him too.

  I waited patiently while he thought to himself, my mind also
racing with how to handle this situation. I looked down at my
hand and noticed that it was shaking, that my whole body was
trembling now in fear.

  "If Charlie is dead, and I'm pretty sure that he is, then that
makes sense. When I was trying to get on the airplane, I was
followed by two guys who I assume were working for Willis. They
didn't get to me but it was obvious that I was the one they
wanted. Now listen, if you are ok, then that means that they
didn't know about you. That you can probably go back to living
your life as normally as you can. But I need you to help me
Rachael,"

  I didn't like the idea of just pretending like nothing
happened, of just forgetting about the whole thing, but I heard
him out.

  "I'm listening Alex," I said softly.

  "I need you to try and get in touch with everyone who was there
last night. You and I have already talked, and that's good. But
we need to know that Jaime, Mila and Katherine are ok. Remember,
they are in the middle of this thing too you know. Find out all
that you can - call their houses, their cell phones, whatever,
and just make sure that you TALK to them,"

  I took a deep breath. "Ok, I can do that,"

  "Now, I also need you to do something else. I know that it is
going to be rough and probably impossible for you to compose
yourself enough to do. But I need you to go see Gordon Hapsboro
as soon as you can,"

  "You are out of your fucking mind!" I said, the first words out
of my mouth conveying my true emotions.

  He waited for the obligatory pause before continuing. "Hear me
out Rachael, please. The last thing Antamount would be expecting
you to do would be to just waltz right into their office. If you
did that, it would help prove your innocence because you would
have nothing to hide. I'm not saying that you have to sleep with
him or anything repulsive like that. But just tell him that you
want to talk about your roles and other things with your career.
Tell him that you want to do another buddy comedy like 'Josie &
The Pussycats', and ask him who he thinks would be good in that
role with you. What you are trying to figure out from him, any
way you can, is what his next move will be. Also, what his mood
is like - is he stressed, relaxed, whatever, and remember that. I
know this is asking a lot Rachael,"

  "You're god damned right it is," I said, regretting the words.

  "Alright, it's asking a lot. But until I can get back in the
States, I'm powerless to do anything. You are my only hope and
the only person who can help, now that Charlie is...well, gone,"

  He choked up a little bit at this last part, which surprised me
given the fight he had engaged in with him before he left.

  "I'll do my best Alex," I said, surprised that I was even
agreeing to it. Somehow, his task seemed relatively easy and he
DID have a point about getting caught. This would hit them where
they were not expecting. If I could keep my fear level down, I
should be able to do it.

  "Thank you Rachael. You have no idea how much this means to me.
Just know this: when I get back to LA, we will no longer be alone
in this struggle. I promise you that,"

  "I trust you Alex. That's why I'm doing this. I know you are a
good person trying to do what is right. I believe in you,"

  "And I believe in you Rachael," he said. "I'll call you when I
get to Miami tomorrow ok? Take the rest of today off to compose
yourself and then tomorrow, let me know what you find out,"

  "I will Alex, thank you and," I said, about to say something
more before he cut me off.

  "Thank you Rachael. I have to go," he said as he hung up the
phone.

  "I love you," I said softly to the dead line.




KIRSTEN'S STORY:

  "Yo, miss? You gettin' out or what?" the driver of the cab said
to me. I glanced up at him from where I had been staring out the
window.

  "What?"

  "I said are you getting out or not? This is the place you
wanted me to take you right?"

  "Yes, it is. Thank you," I said, getting out of the cab. I
handed him some money and he drove off, leaving me standing there
on the street, just as undecided on what I was about to do now as
I was all the way over here.

  I was supposed to seduce Natalie Portman. Not really just
seduce her, but bring her to a point where if I told her to do
something (after Eliza told me to tell her), she would do it. And
it wasn't like I minded spending time with her or actually being
her; that was the problem in fact. A part of me did not want to
bring her into this strange world of sex and manipulation that I
had fallen into. Natalie was still an innocent, and was also
someone I found myself growing to love. You didn't put your lover
in danger, did you?

  I also loved Eliza, for all the things she had shown me and all
the ways she had made me feel special not only as a lover but as
a person. She wanted me to do this, as did the people she
answered to. But regardless of my choice, someone in this thing
was going to get hurt. Damn it Kirsten, why did you have to push
so hard to be included!

  I wasn't exactly sure how Natalie would react to me just
showing up at her apartment here in Boston. Did she view last
night as a one night thing, or was this something more? If she
wanted nothing to do with me, I realized, that would be virtually
impossible for me to have to come to grips with. She was
occupying my thoughts almost constantly now and I needed to do
something to alleviate it. I needed a response from her, one way
or the other.

  Shivering against the cold, I hurried in from the street to the
apartment building, the door man holding the door for me as he
smiled. I gave him a polite smile back, but I had other things on
my mind. Through some of Eliza's contacts, I had found out where
she lived - a tall brownstone building away from downtown Boston,
but close to Harvard square, that was the perfect spot for a
celebrity of her nature to go to school and yet not draw
attention to her fame. Taking the elevator up so that I could
have time to think, it rose briskly, taking to Natalie's floor in
less than 30 seconds.

  Stepping out of it, the floor was deserted. It was much larger
than I thought - her apartment probably took up half the floor,
as I only saw two doors, one across from the other, in the
hallway. Checking my directions, I approached her door (Apartment
J30) and stopped. I stood there for a few minutes, thinking about
what I was going to say and how I was going to react when she
opened the door. Did I say that I was in the neighborhood? No,
that was too obvious. Did she forget something at my hotel room?
Hmm...that might work. But what?

  I rummaged through my purse for something - anything - that I
could say was hers. I came up empty handed, but then an idea
struck me. Lifting my leg slightly, I reached under the skirt I
wore (I was dressed in a red skirt, pantyhose and a heavy
faux-fur coat over a long sleeved blouse) and removed my own
panties, sliding them down my leg before stepping my feet out of
them. Picking them up from the floor, they didn't look to be
anything fancy, just a pair of black lace panties that I had
bought one time on a fun shopping trip to Victoria's Secret that
had ended in a little rendezvous with a total stranger. Thinking
about it more now, as I inspected the underwear for any sign of
having just worn them, that encounter was one of the first times
I realized how liberating sex could be. It was certainly a one
time thing, and I never saw the guy again, but it made me more
curious sexually. That's when my fun with Eliza had started, and
all of that had led me to here.

  No girl, I thought to myself. Quit living in the past, you need
to focus!

  Clearing my head, I stuffed the panties into my purse,
wondering if they were the sort of thing that Natalie might
actually wear. I adjusted my hair and, my heart beating wildly in
my chest, hovered my hand over the door for a moment before
knocking on it quickly.

  I heard some shuffling around inside for a few moments, each
second a torment to me as I felt my nerve fading. I was tempted
to just spin on my heel and run to the elevator, hoping to get in
before she saw me. But just as soon as I had convinced myself
that I was going to do just that, the door opened.

  Even looking her worst, Natalie looked incredible. She wore a
simple white cotton t-shirt and a pair of navy blue athletic warm
up pants, the kinds that tear away easily. Her hair was pulled
back in a ponytail behind her head, and atop her head was a light
pink bandana, holding her hair out of her eyes. She looked like
she had been cleaning, or going to the gym since she wore no
makeup but incredibly she still looked just as radiant.

  Her head cocked slightly in surprise, Natalie looked at me with
a puzzled smile on her face.

  "Kirsten? What are you doing here?" she said.

  "I...I uhh, well you forgot something in my hotel room and I
thought I would just bring it to you," I said, stammering over my
words. God, I felt like an idiot. Normally men were babbling like
fools for me, and now here I was doing the same thing with them!

  "What did I forget?" Natalie asked, that same curious smile on
her face.

  "Your uh...you forgot your..."

  "Yes?" Natalie said, her face turning troubled. "Are you
alright Kirsten?"

  I breathed in deeply, swallowing a load of air. "Yeah...I'm
fine. Do you think I could have a glass of water or something?"

  "Sure, come on in," Natalie said, stepping out of the way. I
followed her inside. Stepping over a carpet in the hallway,
something elegant with random blotches of color, I followed her
into the kitchen. Reaching into the fridge, she pulled out a
bottle of water. Handing it to me, she hesitated for a moment.

  "Want it in a glass?"

  "No, the bottle's fine, thanks," I said, opening it and letting
the cold water wash down my dry and nervous throat. Natalie
lifted herself up by her palms and sat on the counter as I
reclined against a cabinet. Her legs swayed back and forth
absently as she watched me down the bottle in almost a minute.

  "Damn, you really were thirsty," she said. "Want some more?"

  "No, I'm alright. Thanks for inviting me in,"

  "Your welcome. Now, what was it that I forgot at your hotel?"
  
  "Well," I said, feeling more comfortable with myself now that I
was in her apartment. "I didn't want to get them out in the
hallway but..."

  Reaching into my purse, I pulled out the panties, which were
balled up. As soon as Natalie realized what it was she was
looking at, her face blushed.

  "Are those my panties?"

  "Yes, they are," I said, averting my eyes from hers so that I
didn't have to look her in the face with this little fib.

  Natalie hopped off the counter and came over towards me, taking
the panties from my hand.

  "You know, I was a bit dishelved when I left last night and I
kept thinking I forgot something but..." she said as she opened
them up a bit wider. Her brow furrowed. "Wait a minute. These
aren't mine!"

  "They aren't?" I said, feigning surprise.

  "No, I don't wear the real lacy and frilly stuff, just plain
old regular ones and thongs. Hmmm..." she said.

  Holding them in her hand, Natalie gently lifted them towards
her face. As she pulled them away, she smiled at me.

  "These are your panties, aren't they Kirsten?"

  I tried not to laugh, feeling dumb over this whole charade, but
I finally couldn't hold in a giggle.

  "Yes, they are mine. I'm sorry Natalie, but you should have
seen your face!" I said, now laughing quite hard.

  Natalie smirked at me, putting the underwear down on the
counter. "Very funny Kirsten. I'm glad they were yours though, as
I could recognize them by the smell. If you had brought in some
that you had found on the street then you would have been in big
trouble," she said, now chuckling to herself.

  I had composed myself enough to speak clearly again, if only
for a moment. "Would you have sniffed those too?" I said,barely
able to get "too" out before breaking down in laughter again.
Natalie joined me this time and for the next few minutes, much
like we had that first night together, we laughed like little
kids. Something about being around her brought out the good
natured side of me, the side that wasn't trying to get ahead in
the world. That was just another reason loving her became all the
more special.

  When we had finally calmed down and the joke had finally run
it's course, Natalie sighed and reclined against the countertop.

  "You know, if you wanted to come see me, you didn't have to
make up that elaborate ruse," she said, her voice soft.

  "I know," I replied, casting my eyes towards the floor. I
couldn't possibly tell her why I really came, could I?

  "You and I are friends now Kirsten, and in some ways even more
than that. You are welcome any time over here,"

  "That's what I wanted to talk to you about Natalie," I said.
"About...you know, our encounter,"

  Natalie nodded. "Yeah, I kind of rushed out of there. I think
we do need to talk about it. Come on, let's go somewhere more
comfortable,"

  I followed her into the modest living room. It looked just like
the rooms of all my friends who went to college - movie posters
on the wall, weird little knick knacks in various places and even
some rather modest furniture, which surprised me since I knew
Natalie wasn't exactly starving from "Star Wars".

  We sat down on the couch, facing each other. I brushed my hair
out of my face and slid my jacket off my shoulders, the warmth of
Natalie's apartment comforting in comparison to the coldoutside.

  Neither one of us knew where to begin, Natalie smiling
awkwardly at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but Natalie
decided to go first.

  "The time we had together Kirsten, well, it was very surreal. I
didn't expect what happened to...you know, happen. Since I left
your hotel, I've been living in a sort of dream world, my
emotions and feelings very confusing to me,"

  "I know what you mean Natalie, I've been going through the same
thing," I replied. Natalie continued, rubbing her hand nervously
on the slick material of her pants.

  "I know that I'm not a...you know, lesbian, but I can't deny
that being with you was something that I wanted, that my body
craved and needed. It felt wonderful, the things you did to me,
and I enjoyed immensely what I did for you,"

  I smiled, my heart thumping in my chest. She had liked it!

  "And I know that, for me at least, this sort of thing is not
going to become a routine or a lifestyle for me. But what I came
to understand was that for the time being, when I am with you, I
don't see why I can't enjoy myself and have a little bit of fun.
I know that I may even grow to love you as a person, as well as a
lover and though we are both really high profile, keeping it a
secret is a sort of exhilarating thrill that my heart tells me is
something I should pursue,"

  I nodded. "Being with you was like a fairy tale Natalie, it was
like living out my wildest dreams. Since I saw you sitting there
reading that book, my heart has not stopped beating for you. I
know exactly what you mean about that thrill - I don't want to do
anything that would hurt you professionally, and I think that you
are sincere when you say the same thing about me. I think I might
have fallen for you, even if my mind tells me that it will never
last as a real relationship,"

  Natalie's brown eyes seemed to sparkle at these words, and her
voice became a bit fluttery, a bit higher in pitch.
  
  "You mean that you feel the same, that you want to be with me
too?" she said almost breathlessly. She had leaned in closer to
me now, so close that I could make out every feature in her
perfectly defined face - her high cheekbones, the delicate moles
on the sides of her face, the glittering shine of her eyes...

  "Yes Natalie. I think...I think I'm starting to fall in love
with you," I said, my voice a throaty whisper.

  I leaned my head in closer to her now and without either of us
saying another word, our lips touched once again, the thrill of
kissing her mouth sending shivers and sparks down my spine, every
nerve of my body calling out in a chorus of affection and lust.

  Natalie adjusted herself on the couch, her mouth pressing
harder against my own as we shared an intimate kiss, the warm
saliva of her mouth mingling with my own as I allowed my tongue
to enter into her delicate opening, tasting the fragrance of her
body in that sweet, soft kiss of her lips.

  We moved ostensibly closer to one another, and now I felt my
arms rise of their own will around her shoulders and back,
pulling her closer to me. As the kiss lingered, I found myself
craving more and more of her, the wet sounds of our embrace
filling the room gently around us as our bodies began to act
willingly, our hearts beat in time with one another, like
children racing through a field with each other.

  Natalie had grown more brave, more comfortable, as I felt her
own arms wrap around my stomach and sides, her fingers dancing
with each other as she held me close to her. I could feel the
comforting softness of her breasts through her shirt as her
nipples (and my own) grew hard, our bodies slowly beginning to
grind against one another. Moaning softly, I felt Natalie's hands
ease up and down my back, caressing me through the thin fabric of
my blouse.

  I broke the kiss reluctantly, as I felt Natalie's hands start
to try and pull my blouse off. I leaned back against the couch
and allowed Natalie's hands to move to the front of my chest.
Caressing my stomach, she slid her hands up under my shirt and
towards the base of my breasts.

  "You made me more aware of myself," Natalie said. "And of
others,"

  With that, Natalie pulled her hands away from my now very hot
and very aroused tummy and moved them towards the buttons on my
blouse. Delicately undoing them one by one, she unbuttoned the
blouse, before gently pulling it open at the top. My chest heaved
as my bra-covered breasts were now exposed to her once again, my
nipples hard and tingly as they pressed against the fabric of the
bra.

  I sat up to return the favor for Natalie, who was eager to let
me touch her once more. She turned around on the couch with her
back facing me and as I encircled her chest with my hands,
feeling her braless breasts through the white t-shirt she wore, I
was suddenly hit with the grim realities of why I was hereagain.

  I had managed to avoid thinking about it since I had arrived,
but now that I was in the heat of the moment, keeping my mind off
of it was proving to be a difficult task. Natalie had not only
said that she wanted to be with me, but she was completely
trusting me to keep our relationship a secret, as well as guide
her as a lover. But the harsh reality was that I was really
nothing more than a succubus for Eliza and the Rose Petals, sent
out here to Boston to bring in a fresh victim that they could use
and corrupt. And if I valued anything I had accomplished, if I
really loved Eliza and the lifestyle and all the things she had
shown me, I could not say no to them.

  Tears beginning to well in my eyes at the task that I knew I
had to do, I tried to keep them in as best as I could as I
removed the bandana from Natalie's hair, setting it on the floor
by the couch, returning my hands to her shoulders for a moment as
I stroked and caressed the nape of her neck with my thumbs, my
fingers kneading the soft flesh of her shoulders through the
shirt.

  I lifted a hand to her head and gently pulled on the scrunchie
that Natalie had in her hair to keep it in a ponytail. Natalie
sighed as I pulled it out, letting her long and beautiful brown
hair flow freely down her back. Rubbing away a stray tear with my
hand, my slow pace must have caught Natalie's attention, for she
turned around and looked at me, worry once again on her
beautiful, delicate face.

  "Kiki, what's wrong?"

  "I just..." I said, struggling between soft sobs to say
anything "I'm just so...happy,"

  Natalie smiled. "I'm happy to Kiki, but you don't have to break
down on me," she said. She turned her body towards me, leaning in
close to my face at an angle. Natalie softly kissed me at the
place where a tear had stopped, the salty liquid coating her lips
as she moved her mouth away.

  "Don't cry Kiki, I will be here for you. I'm yours,"

  I laughed awkwardly, trying to fight back a sob. Natalie
continued to smile at me as she sat back on her legs, reaching
down with her arms to pull her t-shirt over her head. Her young,
beautiful breasts - just the same shade and color and size that I
had remembered and fantasized about - sprang free. Leaning in
close to me again, Natalie took me by the head and pressed me
towards her chest. I could feel her heart beating quickly in her
chest as my mouth rested between her breasts, the sweet aroma of
her freshly showered skin filling my nostrils.

  I was here now, I told myself, and I wasn't going to let
anything stop me from enjoying myself. Mentally toughening
myself, I sucked back my tears and allowed Natalie to gently hold
me against her chest as she ran her hand against my back, the
soft tips of her fingers exciting my skin despite the whirlwind
of my mind. Sliding my mouth down her body, I sucked her left
nipple into my mouth, caressing the tip with my tongue as Natalie
instinctively pushed her chest against me, trying to feed me more
of it.

  My body began to take over now, and as I released Natalie's
breast from my mouth, I pushed her away from me, making her
recline on the sofa. She rested her head against a throw pillow
and, as my hands slid down the fabric of her pants, instinctively
spread her legs as wide as the surface of the couch would allow.
I felt the buttons brush against my palm as I traced my hand down
her leg, our eyes locked in a smoldering gaze of lust.

  Moving my hand to the inside of her leg, I slid upwards towards
her thigh, caressing it firmly through the material of the pants,
feeling the heat already radiating between her thighs. Reaching
with my free hand down to my purse, I pulled it up and set it in
my lap, still continuing to rub and tease Natalie, alternating
between thighs with my fingers.

  "I brought something for us to play with Natalie," I said,
reaching into my purse. Natalie's words floated dreamily out of
her mouth as she used her own hands to caress and tease her
nipples.

  "What is it?"

  "It's a toy. Do you like toys Natalie?"

  "MMMMhhmmmm!!" was all she could reply, biting down on her
bottom lip as I moved from her thighs to between her thighs,
stroking her mound through her pants.

  I pulled my hand out slowly from my bag, producing the long,
white vibrator that I had brought with me in our rush to get here
from LA. I was upset I didn't get to use it my first time with
Natalie, but now that I was with her once again, I felt a wave of
excitement at introducing my favorite toy to someone who was
quickly becoming my favorite girl.

  Holding it up so that she could see it, she said nothing as her
eyes locked on it and studied it. Long and white, it measured a
solid seven inches or so, and was about 2 inches around. It
glimmered in the light, the metallic surface giving it the look
of some sort of mythical object. But that wasn't all it was.

  "This is from Japan, it's called the Happy Fun Stick, made by
one of the best sex toy manufacturers in the world," I said.
Natalie was a rapt (and horny) audience as I explained it to her.
Holding it aloft with one hand, I used my other to slide up her
legs once more, but this time I slowly began to undo each button
as I talked.

  "What makes it so special,"

  SNAP

  "Is that it has a unique patented technology,"

  SNAP

  "That vibrators here don't have,"

  SNAP

  "Instead of just having one motor in it to power it,"

  SNAP. I moved to the other leg.

  "The Happy Fun Stick has three,"

  SNAP

  "One moderate one at the base,"

  SNAP

  "One in the middle that is slightly stronger,"

  SNAP

  "And one at the very, very tip for the very deepest parts of
your body. That one is the strongest,"

  Her pants were now unbuttoned and as I leaned in closer to her,
holding it out in front of her as she stared at it, almost
hypnotized by the rod shape of it, I grabbed hold of the
waistband of her pants and pulled them down over her hips, the
pants coming off easily now that they had been unbuttoned.
Natalie lifted her hips for me as I did this, and now I was
greeted with the sight of Natalie wearing a very small, and now
very wet, tiger striped thong over her moist pussy.

  My mouth just inches from her, I made my words extra delicate.
I was in complete control now, and that thrilled me.

  "Would you like me to demonstrate it on you Natalie?"

  Natalie moaned in agreement, which brought a smile to my face.

  I slid the toy down her nude body, stopping at her belly button
to trace it in small, elliptical circles. Natalie giggled.

  "It's cold!"

  "It won't be after long," I said with a grin.

  Continuing down her body, I ran it up under the thin material
that held the thong to her hips, plucking it like a guitar string
as I slid the toy closer and closer to the thin patch of hair
that I knew covered her pussy. Pulling it out from beneath the
string, I moved to the other side and teased her with it some
more there. Finally, when I could tell that Natalie was growing a
bit impatient, I hooked my thumbs underneath the material and
pulled her panties down partially, leaving the back of her thong
undoubtedly still against her ass.

  I gazed once again on Natalie's beautiful opening. Her cunt was
wet with slight moisture already, and I wondered - since her
outer lips looked slightly puffed - if she had been masturbating
before I got here. The sheer thought of that alone, not to
mention the idea that she might be masturbating about ME, made my
head spin and my body tremble with sexual excitement.

  Not wanting to make Natalie feel left out, I used one hand to
rub the toy through the soft, downy hair that covered her sex
while I moved the other behind my back and undid my bra, Natalie
gasping as my breasts sprang free. Reaching her hand out to grab
my admittedly much larger breasts, Natalie stroked the tip of my
nipple with her finger as I sighed softly to myself.

  Rubbing the toy further against her slit, I traced it along her
opening, wetting the slick metal exterior with her juices.
Natalie's eyes were transfixed on it as she lay on the couch,
breathing shallowly in excitement at what was to come. Pressing
it against her slit, I allowed the very tip to slide gently in
between Natalie's lips, a sigh coming from her mouth as she
relaxed and let it enter her slightly. Wanting to tease her a
little bit and get her more wet, I removed the toy from her
almost immediately after pushing it in, making Natalie frown a
bit as I rubbed the shaft of the vibrator against her sex.

  Turning it on to it's lowest setting, I flipped the toy over
and rubbed the softly vibrating base against Natalie's pussy
lips, her clit becoming aroused and visible to me as I held the
whirring sex toy against it. Natalie's small hands reached down
and pulled her pussy lips wider, her body crying out for me to
push it deep inside of her.

  Pulling it away from her beautiful pink cunt, I aimed it
towards her pussy, the slow vibrations of the tip allowing me to
press it into her. I allowed more in this time, getting about a
third of it deep inside her, Natalie's juices gushing out from
between her legs in arousal.

  I continued like this for a few minutes, teasing her by
removing the toy before pushing it into her deeper and deeper
each time, the routine of it not bothering Natalie in the
slightest as she grew more and more aroused. By the time I had
worked the entire toy inside of her, still set on the lowest
setting, my hand was sopping wet with her aroused juices. As I
held it deep within her, Natalie's muscles inside squeezing
tightly around it as the vibrations soothed and relaxed her, I
looked up the landscape of her body in awe. She had started to
sweat a bit, her hair strewn all around her head on the couch and
the womanly scent of her body filling the space all around us.

  Without saying a word, I switched the vibrator to the next
highest setting, Natalie gasping and moaning in surprise and
pleasure as it tingled within her. The loud hum was now quite
audible as the sound escaped from her legs, my fingers gripping
the toy tightly as I began to work it in and out of her fully,
starting a rhythm of fucking with it.

  Natalie's hands moved and roamed across her chest, squeezing
her breasts together. I had grown quite excited by this as well
and now had a hand up under my skirt, which by now had been hiked
up around my waist, exposing my own wet and aroused (and shaved)
pussy to Natalie's lustful eyes. I picked up speed with the toy,
thrusting it harder and deeper into her than I had before,
Natalie's body starting to really writhe and moan in pleasure as
she neared orgasm.

  I could feel the toy touch the back of her cervix and for a
long, wistful moment, I dreamed of being the toy, as it could
touch her in places that I could not. Removing it from within
her, my own lust took over as I licked along the shaft of it,
tasting for the first time that day Natalie's sweet, salty juices
from the deep recesses of her pussy. Unable to resist the urge
even further, I stroked Natalie's clit as, in one quick motion,
shoved the toy deep within myself, allowing our juices to mingle
with each other, a part of her now mixed deep inside of me.

  Reluctantly I pulled the wonderful toy from my wet pussy and
pushed it back into Natalie's, her opening now aroused and
stretched and ready for more attention, her breathing coming in
ragged gasps. Fucking her hard with it, Natalie closed her eyes
tightly and shuddered around the toy, a mini-orgasm coursing
through her body leading up to what would undoubtedly be a
massive one.

  Time to take things to the next level, I thought to myself.
With the toy deep inside of her, I pulled it out all the way,
leaving only the tip nestled within her pussy folds. With a quick
flip with my finger, I set it to the highest setting and plunged
it deep within Natalie.

  The effect (which I knew from personal experience), was
incredible. As soon as the loud roar of the toy's highest setting
came to life, it immediately created a whole new level of
sensation in all the flesh that it touched. And my quick push
into her allowed for Natalie's pussy to feel it, like a lightning
bolt, as it raced through her tight, wet pussy into the deepest
part of her body.

  With an earth shattering scream, Natalie came in a massive
orgasm, some of her cum actually squirting out a bit from between
her legs, as the tip made contact with the bottom of her cunt. I
held the toy there as Natalie thrashed and writhed on the sofa,
her orgasm continuing to go on and on and on. Even deep inside of
her, I could still hear that wonderful hum of the Happy Fun Stick
giving her its all, as wave after wave of juice leaked out of her
and onto my hand and arm.

  The toy still inside, Natalie began to come down from her
orgasm, but just as quickly, was racked again with another
uncontrollable one, her arms flying wildly as she squeezed her
nipples violently, in a desperate attempt to extend her pleasure.
When the orgasm had finally started to subside, I slowly pulled
the toy out from her body, it's length now covered entirely in
Natalie's sweet, delicious juices.

  Catching her breath for only a minute, the orgasm seemed to
trigger something aggressive in Natalie. For, before I knew what
happened, she was on top of me, taking the toy from my hand
quickly as she pinned me down with her hot, sweaty, lithe body.

  Her face flustered and red from excitement, Natalie held the
toy above my face, a drop of her juice dripping onto my lips,
which I quickly lapped up and drank down, the intoxicating taste
making me forget everything. Natalie noticed this and with a
wicked and aroused - perhaps the most sexual look I have ever
seen - look on her face, stared deep into my eyes.

  "Do you like the taste of my pussy Kiki?" Natalie asked. I
shuddered a bit at the sound of Natalie saying such naughty
things, but I knew that this was not the same Natalie I had
encountered in Harvard Commons. This was Natalie's awakened
sexuality talking...and I liked it.

  "Oh yes Natalie, your pussy tastes so wonderful,"

  "Would you like to lick your toy of my juices?"

  I moaned in reply, and that was good enough for her. Rubbing
the still vibrating tip against my lips, Natalie slowly slid it
into my mouth, smearing her cream all across my tongue as she
worked the toy into my mouth. My taste buds came alive, and my
pussy seemed to grow even wetter than I thought possible as I
took the vibrating sex toy into my small mouth, drops of
Natalie's cunt juice smearing against my cheeks on the parts that
I could not lick clean.

  Fucking my mouth gently with the toy, Natalie removed it when
she thought that I had licked it clean.

  "Good. Now, let me remind myself of how YOU taste Kiki,"
Natalie said with that same devilish grin. Spinning nimbly on the
couch, I soon found Natalie's dripping snatch in my face as she
moved into a 69 position over me. I looked between her legs for
an agonizing moment, just long enough to see that Natalie had the
base of the whirring Happy Fun Stick in her mouth. Before I knew
what happened though, she had lowered her pussy to my face while
at the same time, pressing her mouth deftly against my cunt, the
toy sliding into my dripping sex immediately and without any
resistance.

  I almost came right there, and would have if Natalie had
pressed in any deeper. Her neck was bent at such an angle that
the toy was almost a marvelous extension of her tongue, touching
me deep within my crevice as the vibrator worked its way quickly
into me.

  I couldn't resist the taste of Natalie's pussy as some stray
drops dripped onto my chin, and with a lustful move, thrust my
tongue deep into her, causing a moan.

  We writhed and moaned like that on the couch, my tongue sucking
up and drinking down all the sex cream that her small body had to
offer, while Natalie's talented mouth fucked me repeatedly (and
surprisingly quickly) with the toy. She had come into my cunt at
an angle and this allowed her to burrow herself deep within me,
the toy coming achingly close to the back of my pussy. Purposely
or not, the base of it was resting against my clit, and it took
all the willpower I had not to come right then and there as it
sat vibrating on my love button.

  While Natalie thrust in and out of me, I made the most of what
my tongue would allow, burrowing it deep within her young, sweet
folds of pussy flesh. The copious amount of cum that had leaked
out from within her gave me plenty to drink down, but as I lapped
away at her, my tongue getting as deep as I could, I could sense
that she was very close to another orgasm and thus, more cum for
me.

  As it happened, we both came at almost the same time. Her mouth
tired from doing all the work in our now 30 minute fuck session,
Natalie had taken over with her hand, and was teasing me the same
way I had teased her with the toy. She would hold it deep inside
of me just long enough for me to shudder and inch ever closer to
the orgasmic bliss that I sought, before removing it from my
pussy and leaving the savagely vibrating tip against my outer
folds. To "punish" her for this, I had taken her clit between my
lips and was massaging it back and forth, allowing the tip of my
tongue to snake around it, holding the hard nub in its wet, tight
grip. Natalie's body was now moving by itself, her hips rising
and lowering against my face as I did this, both of us now like
powder kegs waiting to explode.

  Natalie struck first by doing something that I never would have
thought a beginner like her would have known how. Taking the toy
into me one last time, making sure to rub and tease the walls of
my pussy as she slowly removed it, Natalie hovered it for a few
moments over my wet, trembling clit. I knew she was doing this
because, though I couldn't see her, the sensations of the
almost-contact were enough to make my body shudder in pleasure.
When she finally made contact against it, holding the whirring
toy against my clit with enough pressure to stimulate every nerve
on it and around the nub, I came intensely, my long pent up
fantasies and dreams of being with her now released in the most
pleasure my body had ever known.

  I felt my cunt tremble and spasm inside of me as it rushed out
the precious juices from inside, Natalie's mouth ready and
waiting for them to arrive. The lewd sound of her sucking them
down must have turned her on as well, for only seconds later - my
orgasm still cresting through my body - Natalie came once again
on my mouth, due I'm sure in part to the pressure I was putting
on her clit and the fingers I had slowly worked inside of her.
The orgasm was a bit smaller, but I didn't notice as I sucked up
her still sweet juices, my own orgasm now finally subsiding.

  Natalie lowered her hips against my chest as she came down from
her third orgasm of the day, both of us panting and sweaty and
sticky and wet and loving every damn minute of it. We lay atop
each other for a few minutes until Natalie finally spun around
slowly again, laying her nude body against my partially clothed,
dishelved body.

  We snuggled together, and in the afterglow of orgasm, my mind
became clear on what I had to do. Natalie would help us out, but
she would do things on my terms and when and where I told them
to. If I was going to make her a babe in the woods, I had to at
least be there to guide her.

  Stroking her soft, brown hair with my hand, her juices on my
lips and my own secretions all over her mouth, I lifted my head
so that I could look at her.

  "Natalie, would you do something for me?"

  She sighed. "For you Kiki, anything,"

  I tingled a bit at that thought, knowing that my mission had
been successful, but I kept my resolve.

  "Would you come to LA with me for a little while?"

  She lifted her head and looked at me. "You mean to live with
you?"

  "You can stay with me, yes. And God, I WANT you to stay with
me! But no, that's not the reason,"

  "What is the reason Kiki?"

  "I need your help with something. Or maybe more specifically,
someone,"




KATHERINE'S STORY:

  In the darkness of the night before, I had somehow managed to
fall asleep. It was not a restful sleep, but it was sleep
nonetheless. I kept waking up, startled and afraid of where I
was.

  Since they had brought me to this...this place...they had not
physically harmed me yet. I think they knew that I was too scared
to do anything or say anything and that if they tried any shit
with me, I would react and do whatever I could to get away. They
weren't too far from the truth.

  What they had done though, was strip me naked of my clothes and
leave me strapped down to a cold, padded table in the middle of
this dank, urine smelling room. Outside I could hear cars go by
and people walking on the streets. I would have called to them,
but my mouth was tightly gagged, so much so that if I even turned
my head slightly, the pressure of the tie would pull on my mouth
painfully.

  Sometimes sudden bursts of cold air would race through the
room; whether this was intentional or not, I don't know. It kept
me awake and alert though, which was difficult with the only
light in the room coming from outside.

  I knew it was daytime now by the intensity of that light, which
seemed to be coming from under the door they had brought me
through. I had no idea how long I had been there, but I knew that
less than a day had passed. I had spent most of the time thinking
about what to do, what to say and how to react. What had
transpired at Charlie's office had brought this on, of that I was
certain, and my mind was racked with worry for everyone else
involved, especially Mila and Alex. But I was strong and I knew
that if I held my resolve, I would get through this.

  As I lay there thinking about him, I was startled by the door
outside opening, the flood of light and sound rushing into the
room. I screamed against the gag, but it was only a soft whisper.
I could hear footsteps and what sounded like something heavy and
on wheels being brought in. I dreaded to think about what it
could be, or what they had in store.

  I felt a presence near me and as I turned my head to look, a
bright light above me - like one of the ones you see in operating
rooms - came on. My eyes adjusted to the light and I could now
clearly see that the room was indeed every bit a shit hole as I
imagined it to be. Behind the light stood probably the largest
black man I had ever seen.

  "Bring her in," he said softly, motioning off to the side at
something I couldn't see. I heard wheels squeaking and then, as
it passed through the door way, I saw Mila strapped to a table
just like mine. She had apparently resisted a bit, as she had
some scratches down her body, which was also naked. She looked at
me in panic and fear, our eyes meeting as we both wondered what
was going on.

  The person wheeling her stopped and left her sitting a few feet
from me. I heard a motor whir behind me and suddenly the table I
was on began to rise, coming up so that I was now facing the wall
directly, my body not even moving in the slightest due to the
straps. When I was parallel with Mila, the motor stopped.

  We both looked at each other again, and I could see sweat
dripping down Mila's scared face. I tried to reassure her as best
as I could, but it's very difficult to do when you can't move
even your mouth.

  "Ladies, my name is Clarence," the large man said, stepping
into the light so that it was actually blocked by his back.

  We couldn't answer or say anything, so I just stared at him
with hate in my eyes. He continued, his voice surprisingly level
and soft.

  "We are not here to hurt you. I promise you that. By the time
this is over, you will not have been physically harmed or forced
to do anything you did not want to do," he said. In a way, his
voice was kind of soothing, even though I knew I wouldn't be able
to relax unless he took me home right now.

  "We are associates of some business partners of yours, I
believe you know who they are, so saying their name is not
needed. As a service to them for the many times that they have
helped me and my own...ventures...out, we were asked to help them
solve some of the problems that you are having,"

  Turning and walking away from us, his hands folded neatly in
front of us as if he was giving a lecture (instead of talking to
two naked and scared women), he smiled at us gently.

  "You two seem to have a problem, so I'm told, with following
orders and knowing your place. Now I know that you, Ms. Heigl,
have been through training of some sort before, but that Ms.
Kunis over here is, well, new to things,"

  Mila and I looked at each other again as Clarence (if that was
his real name) turned his back to us again. I could hear him
rustling in a bag for something, his wide and broad shoulders
bent as he searched. He finally stopped, lifting his hand out of
the bag.

  "But no matter what level of training you are at," he said,
producing what his hand held in front of us as Mila squealed in
fear, "our process will be successful. I guarantee it, and I also
guarantee that you will thank me for it later,"

  My eyes went wide with fear now as well as he approached me. In
his hand, he held a syringe with a very long needle attached to
the top, a milky green liquid held in it's base. Touching the tip
of the needle against my calf, I howled in pain as it sunk in,
the plunger pushed in all the way as it's contents entered my
body. My mind began to swirl and my eyes immediately grew heavy
as neared unconsciousness. Before I blacked out, I heard the last
words that he said.

  "Now, let the re-conditioning begin!"



  CHAPTER 8 - COMING SOON


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