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This chapter is still sort of a work in progress - there were two
additional scenes I originally planned for it, but because of the
severe lateness in getting it out, they were bumped to the last and
final chapter. So my apologies for such a short (and relatively sex
free I might add) chapter, but I promise that the last chapter will
make up for it, as well as hopefully bring the series to a close that
readers can be happy with. 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 9

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 9 of an ongoing series.
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Now and again I get the feeling
Well if I don't win, I'm a gonna break even
Rescue me, should I go wrong
If I dig too deep, if I stay too long
- Tom Petty




HAPSBORO'S STORY:

	"One thing I don't quite get Wilton," I said as I sipped my drink
from the oversized leather chair in his living room. "Why the focus on
a bunch of fairly unknown stars, fairly unknown women, for your plan?"

	The old man smiled at me, his fierce blue eyes still burning with
that same
fire of ambition.

	"Quite simple my friend. You have to sow the seeds. This business is
built on favors and even though I have made it to where I am today,"
he said, gesturing around at his extravagant house. "through those
favors, they have never been enough to subsist on for more than a
couple of steps up the ladder. But when you control the players, as I
do now, you can make your own rules and make people come to you for
those favors,"

	I of course knew the truth, but I probed him further. "As in pulling
off whatever financial deal you want, right?"

	"Exactly. These women are our future Gordon. Through the money they
bring in, legitimate business or not, we can divest into other areas.
I hate dealing with the drug aspect - I don't trust the blacks or the
Mexicans, but it is a necessary evil - but the drugs set the stage for
the money laundering, which helps buy politicians, who are of course
key. When you have the law in your pocket, you aren't just a God, you
ARE God,"

	We sat in silence for a few minutes. I hated bringing up the
inevitable topic of my weekend visit, but it had to be dealt with,
especially given the urgency of the situation.

	"I believe we have the Hilt situation well in hand. We have broken
him in every way - we've taken his contacts, taken control of the
Heigl girl, who I know he is in love with, and we've found his
weakness. I think it was you that told me a man's weakness can often
be found in his pants,"

	"That I did Gordon," he said, rising to fix himself another drink.
Willis was starting to move a lot slower now, his cancer really
starting to wear him down, and I knew that in a few months time he
would have to give his orders from his bed.

	Pouring a scotch, he spoke to me with his back turned.

	"Hilt is small potatoes though. I really wish he wasn't occupying a
man like you so much Gordon. You have bigger and better things to
worry about, including the future,"

	"True, but sometimes you have to handle problems yourself to make
sure they are solved,"

	He didn't say anything to that, only nodded. "The girl you've got on
him...blonde or brunette?"

	"Blonde sir. Kirsten Dunst. You know, the girl who dykes it out with
that 'Buffy' chick. Kirsten was in 'Spiderman' a few years back and
helped us tremendously when we got into the black through that silent
partner deal,"

	"Ah yes, I remember her. Very cute, very wholesome looking. I love
that. When she is done with him, have her come see me. I'm dying to
try her out myself,"

	"Should I use the usual enticement sir?" I asked, referring to the
mental tactics we usually used to break one of those bitches.

	Willis hesitated for a second. "No, I'd prefer her to stay clean of
that. If she won't come willingly then maybe we will talk about
ulterior options. But that whole pure thing really gets my rocks off,"
he said, walking back to his chair, his drink in hand. I knew he
wasn't supposed to be drinking with the meds he was taking, but
scolding the man who signed your paychecks was never too good an idea.

	He sipped the drink with a loud smack, his hand trembling just a bit
from the pills that were keeping him alive as he lowered the glass
away.

	"And what of the overseas prospects? I know we have a strong foothold
on Europe and Asia, what about Africa and South America?"

	"We are working on it sir. I am flying to Buenes Aires in a few weeks
to meet with some producers and studio heads there to talk about
expansion. I'm sure they won't refuse our offer,"

	"They never do Gordon," he said, staring at me with a tight smile on
his lips. "No one ever does,"




ALEX'S STORY:

	Pacing the room, I tried to keep my mind focused. All I could hear,
playing over and over, were the moans of Katherine as she was fucked
over the phone, for my benefit. I clung desperately to the hope that
whatever had possessed her to do that was a product of something else,
and that she was being forced against her will or made to say such
horrible, hateful things. Whatever the case, time was of the essence -
whoever was holding her had made a mistake in letting her call me. Now
I knew she was alive and I knew how to find her.

	Reaching into the pocket of my slacks, which were feeling about a
million years old by now, I pulled out the card that Kyokota had given
me what seemed like a lifetime ago. On it was his personal phone
number, for my use if I needed his help. Tonight was certainly a time
I needed his help.

	Still watching Kirsten and Natalie out of the corner of my eye, I
picked up the phone and dialed his number. Two rings later, a voice
answered in Japanese.

	"Mr. Kyokota?" I said, hopeful that I had dialed the right number.

	"Yes?" he said, his voice still carrying that thick accent.

	"This is Alex Hilt. I'm sorry, I hope I didn't wake you. I don't know
what time it is there,"

	"No Mr. Hilt, it is fine. It is mid day here. How may I be of
assistance?"

	"I need your help in tracing a number. I know that you have contacts
in the telecommunications industry over there, is there any way you
could help me find where a number was calling from?"

	There was a long, agonizing pause on the other end. "Yes, I believe
so, but it will take time Mr. Hilt. I trust that this is a critical
matter?"

	"Yes sir, extremely critical and important to," I stopped in
mid-sentence, glancing back at the girls, careful not to say too much.
"to...what we talked about on my visit,"

	"I see. Please Mr. Hilt, give me the number and I will begin making
my calls for you," he said, his voice flat and smooth, dry of any
inflection.

	"The number is 555-555-0417," I said.

	There was a pause for a moment and I assumed that he was writing the
number down.

	"Thank you Mr. Hilt. Shall I call you at this number when I have what
you need?"

	"Yes, please do," I replied, hopeful that he would be able to trace
the call. "Goodbye,"

	"Uh-huh," he said, and then hung up. Hitting the END button on my
phone, I dropped my arm to my side and turned back towards Kirsten and
Natalie. They had been watching me closely, studying my responses and
words, still sitting close to one another. How these two young
actresses, who had such a bright future ahead of them, managed to get
entangled in all of this, I wasn't really sure. Hollywood was a dog
eat dog world and for Kirsten and Natalie, who seemed to have had the
best possible experience growing up as child actors to be the
predators in such a world, almost boggled the mind.

	I moved to a chair and sat down, facing them. Natalie mustered a
weak, momentary smile at me, more out of politeness than anything, as
Kirsten held her hand and squeezed it tightly against her own. We sat
in an awkward silence for a few minutes, studying one another in this
bizarre chess game, each of us pondering what kind of move we wanted
to take next.

	"We do really want to help you," Kirsten said after a while, breaking
the pin drop silence of the room. "You know that right?"

	I didn't respond to her, for fear of what words I might say that
would betray my thoughts.

	"This is all a game Alex. It's all one big game of fucking over,
literally and figuratively. You are just a player in it, just like me,
just like Natalie. You can't take this kind of thing personally if you
value your sanity at all,"

	"So I should just harden up, and take my lumps as vixens and
manipulative bitches like you plot my demise, is that it?" I said
coldly, causing Kirsten's head to jerk back in a startled reaction.

	"No, you shouldn't. But you shouldn't try to fix a system that is far
beyond anything you could ever hope to grasp," she said.

	I decided to let the conversation die there, my eyes narrowing at
Kirsten as she matched her gaze with mine. Maybe she was right, maybe
this was much bigger than me. But if the system was going to try and
get rid of me, the least I could do is go out in a blaze of glory.

	Again we sat in silence for a few minutes, the setting sun outside
gradually making my apartment grow darker and darker with each passing
minute. Street lights slowly came to life, blinking and shivering on
outside like soldiers who had fought more battles than they ever
should have, broken and beaten against an enemy - the night - that
never would be vanquished.

	My phone rang, and I immediately jerked my arm up and pulled it to my
ear, not even bothering to see who it was. With an inward sigh of
relief, I relaxed slightly at hearing Kyokota's voice.

	"Mr. Hilt, I have traced the location of that call. It came from a
building located on 9th and Pine, in Los Angeles," he said. While I
didn't know exactly where that was, I did know that it was not the
best neighborhood and may in fact be in Compton or on the South Side
of town. My teeth gritted at that thought, at what I was planning on
doing, but then the rage over the manipulation of Katherine bubbled up
in my throat and I knew that it would be necessary.

	"Do you have an address?" I said in a soft whisper, the million
demons that I had quelled in my mind only minutes before now breaking
through the gate and swarming through my head again.

	"Yes. 599 Beach Street. That is where the phone company shows the
address listed at," Kyokota said, still smooth and flat as if this was
just a casual business call.

	"Thank you for your help sir. If I need anything else, may I call
you?" I asked.

	"Of course. Good luck Mr. Hilt, I hope you will keep me informed of
your findings,"

	"I will. And thank you," I said, hanging up the phone. Kirsten and
Natalie had stood up from the couch now, but had not moved at all
since, their bodies frozen like mannequins in some life like diorama.
The Women Who Will Betray You, the title seemed to be, and I couldn't
help but feel a bit of bitterness towards them when the thought
crossed my mind. I shook it away though, as there were more important
things to worry about now.

	"Give me your keys," I said to Natalie as I walked towards her. Fear
and puzzlement jumped onto her face for a second, but she robotically
reached into her pocket and handed them to me. Taking them from her
hand, I motioned for them to follow me towards the door.

	"Come on, we are going for a drive," I said.


	Once we were on the freeway, heading for the South Side, Natalie and
Kirsten in the back and me behind the wheel of Natalie's white BMW, I
began to relax a bit, the adrenaline coursing through my blood freely
now. The girls were a bit more at ease too it seemed - not because
they were being forced to do something that they didn't want to, but
only because they knew they might have a chance to get away. If that
was what they wanted of course, which I still wasn't certain.
Kirsten's words kept ringing in my ears, her contradictions clashing
like warriors in battle. She wanted to help me she said, but she knew
the game was bigger than both of us. One of those beliefs would have
to give, and since one meant my life and the other meant Katherine's,
making the decision was not an easy one.

	I decided to go with the flow and try to assess things when I got to
where Katherine and Mila were being held. In the meantime, I now felt
comfortable enough to do a little bit of probing of my
companions/prisoners. I knew Kirsten was hardened to such questions
and probably wouldn't yield much, but Natalie seemed to be a bit shell
shocked by the whole thing, and that would play to my advantage.

	"I never would have figured you for a lesbian Natalie," I said, a bit
of malice in my voice as I watched her in the rear view mirror.

	"What?" she said, taken aback.

	"I mean, you could have practically any man you want. Kirsten could
too. Why the need for carpet munching?" I said, trying to anger them
with stereotypes and bluntness.

	"I...I'm not a lesbian," Natalie said, a look of shock still
registering on her face.

	"Could have fooled me. What with Kirsten rushing to your defense,
declaring her love for you, that sort of thing," I said. This last
comment hit them both hard - Kirsten flinched and looked away out the
window as Natalie's eyes started to well up a bit with tears.

	"Look, I'm not gay alright. Things with Kirsten and I just...just
happened. I don't have to defend myself to you, and my private life is
none of your business,"

	"When you come to my house and seduce me Natalie," I said. "Your
private life BECOMES my business. Don't worry, I'm not going to rat
you out to the tabloids or anything. That's not anything I need right
now any ways. All I'm saying is that it surprised me that you would be
into girls is all,"

	"You don't know her," Kirsten said coldly. "You don't know me. You
don't know any of us, not even the women you are driving into the
fucking lion's den to try and rescue. You don't know shit Alex, and
you never will,"

	"Strong words coming from a girl who almost lost it when I threatened
her girlfriend," I snapped back. I was certainly getting a rise out of
them, which was just what I wanted.

	"You think that one little incident meant anything Alex? My feelings
for Nat, and her feelings for me, are something you will never
understand,"

	"And why is that Kirsten?"

	"Because no one can ever understand love. Oh sure, you think that
just because you stick your cock in one of us, that we are supposed to
fall madly in love with you and give it up whenever you want it?
That's not love Alex, that's lust. And that's what Hollywood is built
on, and that's just what you are blindly following, probably into your
own doom. Love is different and love is not something that you can get
so easily here or anywhere else. I've been with plenty of other guys
before and I probably will be with more in the future. But what
Natalie and I have, no one can take away from us or understand. It
isn't just sex, its a connection,"

	"What the hell is that supposed to mean Kirsten? That I can't find
love myself? Because if that is what you think than let me tell you
that,"

	"No," she said, interrupting me. "That's not what I mean. What I mean
is that most of the people in the world spend their whole lives
chasing it, and most never really find it. Sure, they find someone who
fits them at the time, and maybe that's what Natalie and I have - a
momentary connection in our lives - but at least we have it. It's all
just another game Alex, and you chase it just as much as we all do.
You enjoy the chase too - you think that just because you watch
Entertainment Tonight or read People or follow every bit of gossip out
there that you will ever know us, ever know if we are truly in love or
not? You'll never know us from that. All Hollywood is, is the chase of
love put up for public display," Kirsten said, her voice now
practically yelling at me.

	"Then why the secrecy, why the gossip, why the flat out denials from
Natalie that she isn't gay, and the rebuttal by you that you like
guys? Or is that all part of your game-obsessed mind too Kirsten?"

	She chuckled bitterly, her head shaking side to side as her voice
continued to rise in anger and frustration. "You really don't get it
Alex. It's the chase - the chase for dirt, the chase for love, the
chase for fame and living through celebrities and famous people,
that's what it is all about. I may have chased after Natalie but
that's not me being gay, that's just me playing the game, whether I
knew it or not. I chase Natalie, Eliza chases me, Salma chases Eliza
and,"

	She stopped suddenly, her eyes going wide with fear as she realized
what she had said. Doing exactly what I wanted, Kirsten just gave me
what I wanted to know - the hierarchy of the Rose Petals.

	"Oh shit," Kirsten said, her face turning white as she looked over at
Natalie, who had been following the discussion closely but now looked
just as panicked as Kirsten.

	"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit!" Kirsten kept repeating to herself
as she held her head in her hands, staring at the floor. I couldn't
help but smile as I made the turn off the freeway and headed towards
my destination. I had gotten exactly what I wanted from her, had
played the game by Kirsten's rules and come out on top, and now was
going to use that to my advantage.

	There was one more call to make, one more request for help, and now
was the time to make it. I pulled my phone from my pocket and started
dialing numbers as Kirsten continued to mumble in the back seat.

	"Keep it down Kirsten," I said with a triumphant tone. "I've got to
make a call,"




ELIZA'S STORY:

	Walking into my house, I fished in the pocket of my jeans and pulled
out my pack of Marlboro Lights. Picking up a lighter from one of the
side tables, I lit the white stick and took a long, deep drag as my
guest followed me in, shutting the door behind her.

	"Nice place you have Eliza," she said.

	"Thanks Rose," I replied, exhaling above my head. I had picked Rose
McGowan up to keep me company while Kirsten was out dealing with Alex
Hilt. I trusted her and knew that she was okay, but part of me was a
little nervous that she hadn't called in the last four hours or so. It
was a big risk, bringing Natalie Portman in on things, but Salma had
said it would be alright and would actually play to our advantage. I
wasn't quite so sure, but I went along with it any ways.

	"Make yourself at home," I said, ashing the end of my cigarette in
the ashtray by the coffee table. Rose smiled at me and sat down next
to me as I smoked half of it down in silence, Rose running her hands
over the smooth feel of her leather pants. She wore a bright maroon
pair of them, the material squeaking and stretching as she walked, the
extra tightness accentuating her ass and I couldn't help but feel
myself growing attracted
and turned on by her. Her ample breasts were struggling against the
pink halter top (a small blue flower located directly between her
breasts) and they swayed whenever she moved.

	"Thanks for picking me up by the way," Rose said. I nodded in
acknowledgment, my mind wandering to other places.

	She continued to try and make small talk.

	"So Salma is the one behind all of this," Rose asked, her eyes
staring at me with a mixture of wonder and curiosity. "The Rose Petals
I mean,"

	"Yeah, I guess. I know she is in charge of it right now, but I think
that someone else handled things before her. Demi Moore I think," I
replied. "She took things over about two or three years ago and has
been actively recruiting ever since,"

	"Is that why I'm here?" Rose said, brushing a long strand of hair
away from her face.

	I couldn't help but smile at her. "Yes, something like that. We are
always looking for new, trustworthy members and I know that, with all
the stuff in your past, you are good at keeping secrets,"

	Rose laughed. "Yeah, I guess so. Though you wouldn't know it, given
all the publicity me and Marilyn Manson received. You'd think I was
out there walking the streets or something, spilling my guts to
whoever walked by,"

	"Don't discredit that kind of publicity," I said, stubbing out my
cigarette and turning to face her. "It did get you noticed and
attention for 'Charmed',"

	"No, getting crushed in that garage door got me noticed. God, I still
can't believe how successful that movie was. It amazes me to this
day,"

	"I'm the same way. Who would have thought something as silly as
'Bring it On' would rake in over $100 million,"

	"True. But there is always a market for that teeny bopper shit and I
guess you filled it. Or did you?"

	"What do you mean?"

	"Well, now that I know all about the Rose Petals and how a lot of
roles work out here, I can't help but wonder if they had something to
do with the success of that,"

	"Shit no girl!" I said with a laugh. "Take a bunch of teen and twenty
something actresses, dress them up as cheerleaders and slap some sort
of story around it and the people will come running. Kiki helped carry
that movie though, I have to admit,"

	"Yeah, it really did help turn her into a star. That and
'Spiderman',"

	"Did you know I almost got that part?"

	"Really?" Rose said, sounding genuinely surprised.

	"Yep. I auditioned but decided it wasn't really my thing, especially
after 'Buffy' and all that. So I recommended Kiki and, well, that was
that. Tobey helped too, his opinion really mattered,"

	"Yeah," Rose said, letting the conversation hit a lull for a moment.
She looked over at me and smiled, adjusting herself on the couch as
she scooted closer to me. I tried to return the flirting back to her,
but my mind again wandered to where Kirsten was and I reluctantly
looked away. Rose picked up on this immediately.

	"Eliza, what's wrong?"

	"It's...well, I hate to dump all this shit on you but, the thing is,
I haven't heard from Kiki in a few hours. She's out
doing...something...for Salma and I don't know where she is right now.
I can't stop thinking about it, I'm missing her already,"

	"Do you think she is okay?"

	"A few hours ago, I would have said yes. But now, I'm not so sure. I
don't want to be a pestering bitch and call her, especially if she is
in the middle of something, but I am worried,"

	"Is she by herself?"

	"Well, sorta. She has someone helping her but let's just say that the
two of them may be way over their head right now,"

	"Then why did you send them?"

	"I didn't, Salma did. That's something you gotta be prepared for
Rose. You'll have all sorts of sway in town now, but you still have to
remember that no matter what you do, you are still someone's bitch,"

	Rose's dry sense of humor got the best of her. "Hey, I spent my whole
life acting the bitch. Can I be your bitch Eliza?" she said with a
grin, her red hair falling over the side of her pale, creamy face.

	I laughed, her stupid little joke helping to ease some of my tension.

	"Yeah, I suppose you can. If its okay with Salma of course,"

	Rose flopped back against the couch in mock frustration.

	"Jesus, you have to get approval from Salma for everything don't
you?"

	Again I chuckled. "Yeah, that's pretty much how it works. It sucks
but let me tell you, the benefits far outweigh the little nuisances
like that,"

	"So...if I wanted to kiss you right now," Rose said softly. "Would I
have to call her up and ask for that?"

	She moved closer to me and I could feel her bare forearm pressing
against my side, her fingers slowly coming to life as they caressed
the side of my body.

	"No, I think it would be okay to let something like that slide," I
whispered.

	"Good," Rose said with that same devious smile.

	Tilting her head a bit, Rose leaned in towards me and placed her lips
just on top of mine, keeping the pressure off as our bodies met for
the first time. Gradually, she leaned more and more into me until our
faces were pressed tightly together, her arms managing to work
themselves free as she wrapped them around my back, the soft feel of
her lips starting to part for me as I felt her tongue gently graze
over the front of my teeth.

	"Mmm...that was good. Now I see why she wants permission before you
can do anything," Rose said. "Letting such a delicious mouth as that
out could be dangerous,"

	We leaned in and kissed again and Rose, ever the aggressor, wasted no
time in getting her tongue into my mouth. Not like I would have
resisted if she tried of course, but Rose would have had none of that
in the first place. Continuing to make out on the couch, I could feel
our breath growing heated and more rapid as we wrapped our arms around
each other more tightly.

	Our breath mingled together as our tongues danced with one another,
exploring each and every inch of each other's mouths, the soft weight
of her kiss making me more aroused with each passing second. I felt
the tip of her tongue slide over my own, tasting my breath and teeth
as she caressed them deftly and seductively. Pulling her closer to me,
I ran my hands up and down her back, the moans escaping her lips
indicating that she liked that. Her left hand glided around on my
thigh, her small fingers rubbing and pressing the material of my jeans
into the hot skin that lay beneath.

	Rose moved her other hand to my face, caressing my cheek with the
back of her hand as her fingers grazed my earlobe, playing with the
earring that hung from there gently and delicately. I managed to push
my thoughts about Kirsten aside for the moment, relishing the contact
of another woman, another body against me that was as attuned and
skilled at seeking out what it desired as I was. Sliding her fingers
downward, I arched my back a bit as Rose touched my cheek and neck,
the scrape of her nails sending tingles down my spine as she brushed
over my neck, my panting breath now escaping from my lips.

	I became the submissive one now, leaning back against the couch as
Rose broke the kiss and lowered her mouth to my sensitive neck.
Kirsten never paid much attention to it, preferring other areas of my
body, but I had learned with other lovers just how sensitive and
erogenous it was. Rose knew exactly where to go as I felt her hot
breath against my flesh for an instant, just before she kissed the
nape of my neck with those soft lips of hers. Her tongue snaked out
from her mouth like a timid mouse, licking ever so delicately the
flesh beneath my chin as the room filled with the quiet sucking noises
of Rose inhaling my neck into her small, wicked mouth.

	She moved her kisses around more and more, coating and touching
seemingly every hot spot on my neck as she worked from left to right,
paying careful attention to the middle of my neck, the involuntary
swallowing of pleasure on my part only serving to feed the fuel in
her. As she worked downward, her nimble fingers pulled down slightly
on the top of my t-shirt, pulling it down lower and lower as she
kissed the soft flesh of my shoulder blades, making her way down
towards my heaving, panting breasts. The shirt stretched obscenely as
I trembled beneath her kiss, those talented lips now on the middle of
my breast, her red hair tickling my chin and own mouth, the slight
smell of her shampoo and perfume filling my nostrils.

	Rose pulled the collar of the shirt to near its breaking point in her
quest to get at my breasts. I felt her other hand slide up and under
the back of my shirt, her finger nails dancing and playing along my
back and spine as she moved towards her goal of my bra. With two
skilled fingers, she pushed the strap inward and undid the clasp, in
the way that only the most skilled lovers know how, and the click
resonated around the room as my bra came free.

	Reluctantly pushing her away from my chest, I reached down and pulled
off my shirt, shrugging myself out of my bra as I let it fall over my
shoulders and body to my lap, my breasts free and tingling in the air.
Rose's eyes glimmered with an unbridled lust - she was the aggressive
one for sure, but she wanted to show her skills and talents as a
lover, to prove herself. I was more than willing to let her.

	My passionate instincts increased as Rose lunched for my breasts, a
loud moan crying out from my lips as I felt her mouth on my nipple.
Her teeth bit down gently on it, turning the bud hard in an instant as
her tongue snaked around it, batting it back and forth between her
lips. She moved her hand to my other breast and fondled it lightly,
pushing it upward as her palm caressed over my nipple, her mouth
suckling on my tit all the while. I
leaned back against the couch and let her have her way with me as she
moved her mouth back and forth between my breasts, always replacing it
with her hand to keep both nipples hard and aroused at the same time.

	Using her other hand, Rose slid it downward on my body, tracing her
finger in little circles over and around my belly button, the tip of
her finger rubbing into the hole slightly as she grazed her nail
around it, practically carving my flesh with the passion that ignited
from her touch. My toned stomach flexed and tingled beneath her,
spasming slightly as she moved her hand down towards my jeans. I had
kept my legs closed more out of comfort than arousal, but as I felt
Rose's palm graze over the button and zipper of the now much tighter
denim, my legs seemed to open on their own accord.

	I wrapped my arm around her head as I held her to my body, moaning in
pleasure at her licks and kisses upon my breast. Her southward moving
hand was now rubbing my thighs, stopping only for an agonizing moment
as she moved from one leg to the other. What had started near my knees
was quickly becoming an ever advancing assault towards my now very
hot, very aroused pussy. I nearly came right then when I felt her palm
finally land upon my heated opening, her fingers holding on to the hem
of my jeans as she pressed her palm against me.

	Crying out in bliss, Rose put pressure just below my clit, and I
could feel my inner lips already starting to part for her as she used
her palm to glide up and down against my now dripping cunt. The jeans
had become almost unbearably hot and wet from her attentions, but I
didn't dare try to have her remove them now, for fear of putting even
a momentary end to the affection to which she was showing my sex. Rose
broke her kiss from my breast to look up at my heaving, sweating face.
Our eyes met and then I followed hers downward as she pushed harder
against my pussy, my legs parting even wider and more for her.

	She had hit the right spot, managing to work the material so that it
was just above my clit as she pressed down hard on my. The rough feel
of the jeans against it (I had gone commando today, anticipating a
celebratory fuck with Kirsten when she returned) was incredible, and
unlike any sensation I had ever felt before. My body felt like it was
melting into the denim itself as she began to rub up and down against
my pussy with increasing speed and friction, her fingers caressing the
material excitedly as I grew more and more wet beneath her touch.

	Lifting her mouth from my breast again, she held my gaze as she
rubbed her hand over my stomach for a moment, sliding her free hand
towards the zipper of my jeans. Taking the clasp between her thumb and
forefinger, Rose slowly unzipped the material, unfastening the button
with her other hand as she returned it to my sex, covering it
completely with her hand. As the jeans became loose on me, my ass
instinctively rose from the couch as I used my own hands to slide the
pants downward, exposing myself to her as they passed over my dripping
wet snatch and onto my thighs. Pulling my legs into the air, Rose
pushed them down further until they fell in a crumpled heap upon the
floor.

	Kicking my legs apart, Rose smiled at me as she placed her hands on
my now bare and exposed thighs, repeating the same process that had
gotten me hot before, only now on my simmering hot flesh. I felt goose
bumps and my legs trembled beneath her touch as her hands moved
towards my cunt once more, her fingers brushing over my wet pussy lips
with all the tease and skill of an expert. I moaned in anticipation as
Rose parted my inner lips, rubbing her finger delicately on the pink,
wet folds within. Grunting again in pleasure, Rose slipped a finger
inside of my hole, probing and touching within me softly as she coated
her fingers with my wet, sticky girl cum. The air was filled with the
scent of my arousal as Rose slid to the ground in front of the couch,
resting her head on my right thigh as she studied and stared at my
gaping opening.

	Biting on my lower lip to stifle a moan, I felt Rose hold my lips
open with two fingers while her other hand slowly slid two of its own
fingers inside of me. Slowly and deliberately, Rose began to glide
them in and out, fucking me at a gentle and maddening pace as she
pushed ever deeper inside of me. My clit had poked out of its hood
from the encounter with the jeans, and now I could feel it throbbing
with lust, the blood rushing to it as it begged to be touched, to be
licked and caressed.

	She was mindful of what she was doing though, I have to admit that.
With my pussy open for her exploration, Rose traced all along and
within it, still keeping up the thrusting motion within me. Her nails
tickled my insides in a way that is indescribable, but at that point
my body was so racked and shaking with pleasure that I doubt I could
have even come up with a coherent sentence. Rose's hair fell against
my thigh, a few stray strands touching the thinly shaved opening
around my cunt as she slid her head lower and closer to my opening. I
could feel her warm breath against my wet sex, the licking of her lips
in anticipation only making me more expectant than ever for what was
to come next.

	Pressing her fingers as deeply within me as she could, Rose bent them
slightly once they were in my twat, causing a slight bit of my excited
juices to leak out like a dam ready to burst. She was there to catch
them though, for no sooner had I felt them trickling out than I felt
her mouth and lips upon the stream to catch and taste it, the first
contact between her luscious mouth and my trembling pussy.

	Rose's eyes matched mine once more and I watched with bated breath as
she extended her tongue and showed my own juices to me, before she
swallowed it down with a satisfied and sly gulp. Licking her lips of
any excess, Rose now concentrated on placing her mouth completely upon
my pussy, her lips pulling gently on my throbbing, exposed pussy lips
as she worked her tongue into the territory her fingers had already
chartered. The feel of the hot, slimy, wonderful muscle going into my
body almost made me cum right there, but I used every bit of will
power I had to keep myself from going over the edge. Rose sensed this
and it brought that same wicked smile back upon her now sticky lips.

	"That's it Eliza, don't be afraid to cum for me. Cum for your Rose
Eliza, cum hard and long for me baby," she cooed at me, accentuating
her words with tongue flickers and gentle kisses by her mouth. Her
words excited me even more, but I prided myself in building towards
tremendous orgasms and I wasn't ready to concede the game to her yet.

	Lowering her mouth and attention back to my pussy, Rose continued to
lick and taste all around me, her tongue thrusting in and out of me
like a woman possessed, brushing against my tight folds as she pressed
deeper and deeper within me. My hips bucked up to meet her nimble
mouth, pressing my cunt hard against her face. Her nails had now sunk
into the sides of my thighs as she held on tightly to my pussy, her
nose rubbing every now and then against my clit as she licked and
drank down all the juices that poured outward from my cunt.

	Every time I neared the edge of orgasm, Rose managed to bring me back
to a more level plateau and keep me there for a few agonizing minutes
as she worked me towards climbing the next stage of Sapphic bliss. I
could feel her tongue probe me as far as it could, hitting spots that
even Kirsten's own small mouth was never able to find. She delicately
rubbed her nose against my clit as I gripped onto the couch tightly to
keep from smothering her with my dripping cunt and the attention that
my love button was getting only drove me closer and closer to the
chasm of pleasure that I knew would be tremendous. In addition to her
tongue, Rose now began to work a finger into the mix, the nail
scraping gently along places that her tongue had only just touched,
adding that extra bit of pleasure that I didn't know was possible.

	What finally pushed me over the edge however, was the introduction of
her thumb to the mix. While keeping my lips open and wide for her with
one hand, Rose continued to lick and suck my juices out, the loud
smacking filling the room lewdly now, when she suddenly moved her
thumb up and onto my clit, replacing her small nose with the roughness
of her digit. Touching it lightly at first, Rose soon grew tired of
this and began to move it back and forth, working it like a lever that
would open the flood gates of cum for me, her speed picking up fully
in time with her tongue thrusts within my hole.

	I was having trouble breathing before, so overwhelmed with pleasure
that I could hardly stand it, but now I felt my entire body shudder
and practically freeze beneath her touch as my orgasm began. It was a
full body experience, starting at the top of my head as I seemed to
feel each and every hair come to life like electricity, and then
quickly moved down my body through each and every fiber of my being,
rushing past even my cunt to hit my toes, which curled involuntarily
from the feeling. My hips rose up like an uncaged animal and I felt
the torrent of juices spill forth and onto Rose's mouth as my vision
grew dark, the orgasm so intense that I felt I might pass out from the
pleasure.

	What should have been a loud, earth shattering scream was nothing
more than a cry frozen in my throat as I came, unable to even make a
sound as I lifted my head from the couch in a frozen gasp of pleasure.
I could feel my inner walls spasm around Rose's finger and tongue, her
thumb still continuing to pump and rub my clit excitedly even as I
unleashed every drop of cum from my body into her waiting, slurping
mouth. I don't know how long I was in this state but when I finally
was able to see straight again, I realized that I was gasping for
breath like someone who had been underwater for hours.

	Rose meanwhile simply continued to lick and fondle me, her pace
slowing as the ebb of my juices slowed as well. When I was spent, I
could still feel her wet, sticky tongue licking and rummaging around
in my throbbing pussy for more juice, more to taste and more to drink
down. Brushing my hair from my eyes with a weak and exhausted arm, I
flopped it back down beside Rose's head, running my fingers through
her hair as she finally swallowed the last little bit of cum and
rested her head once more on my thigh.

	We lay like that for a few minutes, both enjoying the afterglow of
sex all around us, Rose's breath occasionally blowing on my pussy as
she rubbed a finger around and on it. I had returned to normal
breathing, but I still felt it ragged and raw in my throat and needed
a drink or some kind of liquid to ease the parchment.

	"I'm going to go get some water," I said with a grin. "And then its
your turn, Ms. McGowan,"

	Rose smiled at me as I stood up from the couch, naked and sweaty and
completely satisfied as I moved down the hall towards the kitchen. I
looked back over my shoulder and smiled at Rose, who had wasted no
time in taking off her clothes and was just now shrugging her panties
off and onto the floor as her luscious ass became exposed to me.

	Passing by the plate glass window in the breakfast nook area, I saw
for just a split second a shape moving outside. I didn't even have a
chance to turn my head to look when suddenly, out of nowhere, the
glass exploded around me and something big and heavy crashed into me.
I fell hard against the side of the wall, knocking a picture off, the
sharp corner falling and hitting my side, causing me to cry out in
pain for a moment. The cry was stifled though as the thing that had
landed on top of me now was moving and with a swift WHOOSH of the air
around my head, struck me down hard. I don't remember any pain, but my
last thought was of laying on the floor, a pair of feet just inches
from my face, before I blacked out into unconsciousness.




RACHAEL'S STORY:

	With the documents I had taken from Gordon Hapsboro's office, I knew
that
Alex was in some serious danger. I was glad that I had been able to
get hold of him, but when he basically hung up on me because he was in
the MIDDLE of that danger, I became frantic. I still hadn't heard from
him in over two hours and my mind kept playing over each and every
possible scenario - that he was hurt, that he was dead, that he was
being disposed of by some faceless temptress (or two) and that I would
never hear from him again, forced to spend the rest of my life living
in fear of what he might have said with his dying words that would
indict me or put my own life in danger.

	I had actually begun to feel physically ill from the worry over this,
my stomach churning and the little food I had eaten in the past 24
hours (two slices of toast and a glass of juice) had threatened to
come up. Lost in my own fears and dark thoughts, I almost didn't hear
the cell phone when it rang.

	The metallic ring of it startled me, making me jump almost out of my
chair completely as it incessantly buzzed and rang, waiting for me to
pick it up. My hands were trembling so bad now that I fumbled it,
dropping it onto the table where it had rested with a thud, scrambling
to pick it up again,  my fingers feeling oversized and clumsy. I
finally managed to get it in my hand and open it up, putting it to my
ear quickly.

	"Hello?"

	"Rachael, its Alex,"

	I burst into tears. "Oh thank God Alex! I thought you might be...I
mean I feared that you were..."

	His voice became soothing and calm. "Don't worry Rachael, I'm fine. 
Everything is going to be fine, thanks to you. If you hadn't called
and let
me know what was going on, I might have fallen victim to whatever fate
Willis had in store for me,"

	I was still sobbing. "But you are ok, right?"

	"Yes, I'm fine. And I have some passengers with me. You were right on
the money Rachael - Natalie Portman had been sent to seduce me, only
to have Kirsten Dunst spring out from my room and knock me out before
they did even worse things to me,"

	I gasped loudly. I never would have suspected either of those young
actresses - actresses almost as old as me - would have ever been
involved in such a thing as this. "I can't believe it!"

	"Neither could I, but they are in my back seat right now. Its a good
thing I have them to, because they will be useful later on. Listen,
Rachael, I'm ok but I'll have to tell you more later on alright? Right
now, I need a favor,"

	"Anything Alex, just ask,"

	"Good. Now, Katherine and Mila are being held, presumably against
their will, in a building in South Central LA. I know because they
called me and, well, let's just say that I know they are alive. Again,
I don't want to get into it right now,"

	"Ok," I said breathlessly, hanging on every word he said.

	"I managed to trace where they were calling from though, and am on my
way to try and get them out of there. I used some help from a friend
overseas to trace the number, and while he has volunteered to help us
in any way that he can, his speed in getting resources here isn't
quick enough for what I fear is about to go down. That's why I need
your help,"

	"Like I said Alex, just tell me what to do and I will do it,"

	"I need you to call a number, so get a pencil and paper,"

	"Got it," I said, picking up a napkin and pen from the table.

	"Call 555-3540 and ask to speak to Jose,"

	"Who is that?"

	"He's an old friend, someone we can trust and, more importantly,
someone who can help us. Tell him that you are calling him on behalf
of me and that I need help. I would call him myself but I'm not sure
how secure this line is. You're already involved, that's why I called,
but I don't want to get someone else involved too. Tell him that I
need some of the boys to meet me at an address - the corner of 103rd
and Beach, write that down - as soon as he can get them to,"

	"2658 Terrace View Lane, got it," I said.

	"Good. Stress to him how urgent things are, he will know what to do.
Then, after you make the call, I want you to meet me at that same
address,"

	"Wait wait, who is this Jose guy?"

	"Rachael, I know you are just trying to help but I can't get into
that now. He's a former employer of mine, with some muscle
connections. Did you hear me before? Meet me at that address as soon
as you can. It's just outside of South Central, right before things
start getting really dangerous,"

	"Yes, I'll do it Alex. I'll call Jose right now and tell him what you
just told me. Are you going to be okay until I get there?"

	"I'll find out I guess, but I'm not worried. Get there as soon as you
can Rachael, regardless,"

	"I will," I said. The signal on his phone started to break up and I
couldn't tell if he said anything or not.

	"What did you say Alex?"

	"I said be careful and I'll see you there. I have to go, I'm about to
go into a tunnel,"

	The call ended, but just for good measure I pressed the END button
myself. Staring down at the phone, my mind was still swirling, but now
I had an objective, a mission. I had to call Jose and then meet Alex.

	An odd feeling came over me then, just as I was about to push the
numbers. Like something was falling into place, like a script was
being read line by line, like destiny itself was guiding my hand as I
punched the numbers. The feeling was quick, and almost didn't
register, but as the phone started to ring, I suddenly felt a lot
better.




PETTY'S STORY:

	"Hey, thanks for that. You suck cock like you were born to do it,"
the prim and proper business man said as he adjusted his tie and
zipped up his pants. The impatience in his voice said we were done,
but his gaze told me to get the hell out. Shoving his $20 in my bra, I
gave him a weak smile, my bright red painted lips glimmering in the
street lights outside, and stepped out of the car.

	He put it in gear and started to speed off, hitting a pothole and
spraying my stocking clad legs with muddy water.

	"Fucker!" I yelled at him, flipping him the bird as I brushed the
water off. He was my eight John of the night - 5 blowjobs and 3
quickies behind a dumpster, netting $120 total. I didn't really care
about the money though...if I kept up this pace, I was in for some
good shit later on that night. Some primo H or maybe some top notch
weed, just to take the edge off. I could feel the cum drying on my
legs from the rough guy two clients back, but as I started to walk
back to my corner, I shrugged it off as part of the job.

	I didn't relish being a street walker now, but I had resigned myself
to it. All but the most base spark of my soul had been snuffed out by
Rocco. I knew I had a debt to pay, to pay back Willis and Antamount
and all the other people I had climbed over and stepped on in my
failed pursuit for fame. That was stupid of me, to think that I could
actually make it. What was I really but just some idealistic pretty
girl who got took advantage of? And now I was a whore for some sleazy
Mexican pimp.

	That last thought should have bothered me more, but it really didn't.
I somewhat enjoyed the sexual attention, the variety of men and the
occasional woman, each one different and unique in their own way.
There was something primitive in selling your body like this,
something that brought everyone back down to their most basic level,
exposed them for who they were. When the clothes were off, so was the
baggage. Even though I had been practically forced into my current
cravings for heroin, cocaine and whatever else would numb my pain, a
part of me had gotten to enjoy that too. Though the highs were getting
harder and harder to find and top, when I was on them the world just
melted away.

	Stepping behind an alleyway for a second, I reached into my gaudy
looking purse and took out my own little vial. Taking a quick bump to
get my head focused on the game again, I wiped my nose with my hand
vigorously and put it back in the purse. Adjusting my appearance, I
did a quick body check: my hair, pulled into long blonde pigtails was
fine. I gave my breasts (which were straining against a really
uncomfortable and two sizes too small bra) a squeeze, making my
nipples harden as they pressed against the barely-there halter top. I
had since gotten my belly button pierced and the fake stone in it
glimmered in the light, making my stomach, which I thought to be my
best asset, look even more sexy. My ass cheeks hung out slightly from
the very, very short pair of shorts I wore (Daisy Duke had nothing on
me), the denim pushing against my cunt to give a full on view. The
aforementioned stockings were slightly torn and now wet were decent
looking enough, accentuating my long legs, which ended in a pair of
five inch "fuck me" pumps.

	Spitting into the alley way, the last guys cum still tasting on my
tongue, I smacked my lips together to make sure I didn't need another
coat of lipstick. Rocco insisted that all his girls wear the most
makeup possible - he said it made us look like movie stars, which was
of course the LAST thing I wanted to look like - even if it meant
three layers of blood red lipstick, raccoon style eye liner and enough
foundation powder to bake a cake with. All of it seemed ok to me, so
again I emerged onto the street, ready to take my place on my assigned
corner.

	Where Rocco had me stand was on the corner of 99th and Fulton, just
on the edge of "nigger town", aka South Central, as Rocco liked to
call it. Behind me was a Korean grocer which had been robbed four
times already since I started working the street two weeks ago. The
elderly couple that ran it did their best to stay in business, but no
matter how much I tried to be friendly with them, they knew exactly
what I was and what I was selling. Again, humans on their most basic
level.

	Being that it was only a little past dark now, most of our clients
would still be forthcoming, leaving their jobs and stopping for a
quick fuck before heading home to their wife and kids, bringing God
knew what kind of diseases with them into suburbia. I had tried to
make my clients wear condoms when they fucked me, threatening to hold
out, but a few slaps by them (and even harder ones by Rocco) made my
resistance dwindle down more to just asking. If they didn't want to,
well that was too bad for Petty. Other girls were working the street
around me, standing and gossiping with one another as the residents of
the neighborhood walked quickly past, some out for good reasons and
some for bad. But mostly, the place was pretty quiet except for the
sound of the freeway off in the distance and a few junker cars rolling
by every now and then.

	Which is why when I saw the white BMW convertible roll up slowly down
the street, I was quite startled. People didn't drive those kind of
cars down here very often, not if they expected to keep them of
course. The top was up on the car but it was real clear that it didn't
belong down here. Still though, the pace at which it was going
suggested that it was looking for someone or something. Probably some
rich bastard with a taste for drugs, looking to score where he
wouldn't be seen. The car was heading towards my intersection, which
meant that even if he was out looking for drugs I could at least offer
him some company.

	Adjusting my pig tails so that they were over my shoulders, and
putting the cutest school girl look I could muster across my face, I
gave Rocco a nod that I was going for him, and bounded over sexily
towards the car as it stopped at a stop light. As the car stopped and
I pressed myself seductively against the window, something in the back
of my mind triggered a remembrance, a recollection of the driver.
Shaking it off, I bent down to window level and pursed my lips as it
slid downward...




ALEX'S STORY:

	"Hey baby, you lookin' for some company?" the blonde said as I rolled
down the window. I stared at her, trying to make sure it really was
who I thought it was. The face looked years older, and the makeup
looked garish but the voice, the words...

	"My name is Vanilla Cupcake, and I'm the sweetest thing you've ever
had. Want to give me a taste?" she said, her eyes batting at me in a
pseudo sexy way. There was only one way to find out if my suspicions,
which had caused me to stop in the first place on my way to meet
Rachael, were correct or not.

	"Petty? Is that you?"

	I studied her face for a reaction - luckily it wasn't too difficult
to find. She blinked rapidly really quickly, her persona clearly
shaken as she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.

	"It is you, isn't it Petty? Jesus Christ what the hell are you doing?
What happened to you?"

	"A...Alex..." she said with a whisper, her weight teetering on her
high heels. "What...how did you..."

	"It's me Petty, Alex. Remember? Oh God, are you out here walking the
streets now? I...I thought you got a record deal or were famous or,"

	"I did," she said, her voice now more steady. "I mean, I have one.
But things, well things happened and,"

	"And what? You're a hooker for christssake," I hissed, trying to keep
my voice down since I knew Natalie and Kirsten were watching, like two
diligent little mice, and listening to every word I said.

	"And I survived," she spat back, suddenly growing angry. "No thanks
to you I might add,"

	"Who did this to you?" I asked.

	"Did what?"

	"Don't give me shit Petty, you know what I mean. Why are you walking
the street like a piece of trash?"

	"It's complicated Alex, you wouldn't understand," she said, that
vengeful tone in her voice that had always driven me nuts now
returning. But I was in no mood to get pushed around by it.

	"Try me. You don't even know complicated," I said back, my voice icy.

	"You ok there Vanilla?" I heard a voice call out across the street.
We both turned to look at it, fear growing in Petty's eyes at the
sound of it.

	"Yeah baby, I'm good. Just haggling a bit,"

	"He giving you a hard time over the price?" I heard the voice say,
now a bit more angry and also a bit closer.

	"Get in the car Petty, I'll get you out of here," I said, trying to
think on my feet.

	"What? Are you out of your fucking mind? They'll kill you and throw
you in a dumpster, doing the same to me after they rape and brutalize
me for fun. No way Alex, and I suggest you leave now,"

	"No Petty, get in the car. It's not safe for you out here and,"

	"And nothing. I don't need you protecting me anymore Alex," she said,
tears welling up in her eyes that I could see she was trying really
hard to fight from coming out. She nervously stepped from foot to
foot. "So just fuck off,"

	Something in me, at that point, finally snapped. I had been kicked
around, told off, threatened and generally been treated like shit far
too much lately and I just couldn't take it anymore, especially not
from Petty and her stubborn streak. Anger welling up inside of me, I
opened the driver's door and stepped out, just in time to find her
pimp approaching us, his bright green shirt open and his gun tucked
into the waistband of his brown Chino jeans.

	"We got a problem big man?" the pimp said, easing up to me without
any fear in his eyes whatsoever. He moved closer to me and I could
smell a sickening amount of cologne, mixed with not bathing for a few
days and all the smells that came with it, wafting ahead of him by
about three feet. He was only a few inches shorter than me, but
nowhere near as built - what he lacked for in muscle he made up for
with girth. His eyes were cold and black and I suddenly hated him,
hated him more than I had ever hated anyone before.

	"Yeah, we got a problem," I said to him under my breath. Stepping
forward quickly towards him, before he could even react, I slugged the
pimp as hard as I could across the mouth. Like one of those slow
motion parts in a movie, I saw and heard him go down, heard teeth
breaking and cracking inside, a louder crack probably being his jaw as
a stunned look of surprise crossed his face. I had never hit someone
so hard or so violently before in my life and as I pulled my hand
back, watching him suddenly go down with just one punch, I could feel
the blood and anger throbbing in my knuckles.

	Things sped up again, and the pimp hit the ground like a ton of
bricks, his head smacking sickeningly against the curb of the
sidewalk, his arms splayed out awkwardly around him as he landed
there, unconscious before he even hit the ground.

	Petty screamed for a second, then her voice went silent as she saw
the man laying on the ground, twitching a bit. I was panting with
adrenaline now and looked up at her. Her eyes were so wide I swear
they looked like a cartoon character's, but behind the initial fear I
saw in them, I also sensed a slight bit of hope taking shape. It
wasn't the strongest bit I had ever seen, but it was there and real.
	
	Seizing this moment, and sensing that the neighborhood would not be
too hospitable in the next few minutes, I reached out and grabbed
Petty by the arm, pulling her towards the car. She wasn't expecting
this and half stumbled into me, falling out of her heel as she tried
to walk on legs that seemed to be made of wood.

	"Come on, let's go," I said to her as I drug her along towards the
car. Flinging open the passenger side, I shoved her in, my head far
enough in the car to see an equally shocked look on the face of
Kirsten and Natalie, the latter of which had her jaw practically on
the floor in amazement over what I had just done. There was no time to
think about it though, so as soon as Petty was in the car, I ran
around to the driver's side and got back in, flooring it as we sailed
through the red light at about 60 miles per hour.


	How I got myself into this situation, I don't think I'll ever know. A
few months earlier, I had just been a normal guy, with normal problems
and normal dreams. Now I had two of the most famous young actresses of
their generation in the backseat of a car, my former girlfriend turned
crack whore next to them, all on the way to go see another actress in
hopes of rescuing a fourth one and fifth one from God knew what. One
thing that will always stick out in my mind though, is the words that
I remember hearing, after the tussle in the street finally began to
release me from its grip.

	"Thank you,"

	It was soft and faint, barely audible, but I managed to look up in
the rearview mirror at the last fraction of a second, looked to see
the words escape from Petty's cracked and overly lipsticked lips. She
cast her eyes down into her lap, her ratty street clothes torn and
smelly no doubt, but her spirit finally seeming to shine back through
once more. In that split second, I saw the woman I had been in love
with, the one from before, from what seemed like so, so long ago.

	It was hard not to well up with tears, but I kept going without
saying anything (no one else in the car did either) until we reached
where Rachael and I had agreed upon to meet. Pulling up to the side of
the curb, the night was sticky with slight moisture and the gritty
smell of the city all around us.

	Turning off the lights, I got out of the car and walked around to the
right passenger side, opening the door for Kirsten. She stepped out
slowly, followed by Natalie, who I was now surprised to see was
helping Petty out of the car slowly, both girls inching off of the
leather seats carefully. When they both stepped out, I shut the door.
Petty still didn't look up at me, but Natalie did. I knew then that
what she and Kirsten had been saying really was the truth - they
wanted this all to end too, just like me.

	We didn't say anything as the three of them followed a step or two
behind me, Kirsten walking behind Natalie and Petty as we moved
towards the building. A Fresco style old house, the paint was peeling
and the windows were covered in soot in the corners, but otherwise the
place seemed to be in good shape. I had picked this place because I
knew Jose would be able to find it - it was his mother's. We used to
all come here and play poker on Friday nights, back when the business
was still a little shaky. Nickel and dime stuff, but his Ma had always
doted on us and made us feel welcome, a home away from home, even for
big burly lost souls like us. She had since passed, but I knew the
neighborhood to be safe and more importantly, central to the
neighborhood right before I set out for Katherine and Mila.

	Leading them inside, I was glad to see that Rachael was there
already, sitting on an empty liquor box some kids had probably left.
She rose to hug me or kiss me, I'm not sure which because her eyes
were hard to make out in the dull light, but she stopped suddenly when
she saw the rest of my weary companions enter.

	Sensing the awkwardness in the room, I turned to face everyone.

	"Rachael, I'm sure you know or at least know of Kirsten and Natalie.
They are here to help us out despite earlier attempts to try and kill
me," I said, trying to keep my voice flat and low, not show any real
signs of emotion to anyone.

	Rachael studied me, then them, for a moment and then went over and
the three shook hands. Petty lingered behind, her body tense and rigid
like a cat that had been kicked too many times. She waited to be
brought into the group. Moving over towards her, I put my hands on her
shoulder and firmly but gently guided her towards the three young
actresses.

	"This is Petty," I said, feeling more like a father than an
ex-boyfriend. "She knows first hand the horrors of Antamount. She
wasn't part of the plan but I can't ignore her now. Can I trust the
three of you to take care of her while I deal with this shit?" I
asked.

	At first no one said anything. Kirsten was looking at the floor and
Rachael was still on edge over the extra people being involved.
Natalie sighed and looked up at me, our eyes locking.

	"We will I guess. I mean, we have all been used by Willis in some
way, right? We need to look out for each other,"

	Kirsten nodded and put her arm around Natalie's shoulder, giving her
a hug. I saw a look of perplexment on Rachael's face, but I didn't
really have time to explain the complexities of their lesbian
relationship to her. The three girls moved towards Petty and led her
over to one of the boxes, setting her down gently on it as she pulled
her knees up to her chest, inadvertently revealing the fact that she
had no panties on.

	I lingered for a moment, not sure what the best course of action was,
and if leaving these four women who had all suddenly become important
in my life, here was such a good idea. Calling over her shoulder
though, Rachael snapped me out of my daze.

	"Jose and two of his employees are around back of the house Alex, you
should get going before it gets too much later," she said, turning her
attention back to Petty. I nodded at her and headed towards the door.

	"Be careful Dean," I heard a voice call to me. Spinning around
because I didn't recognize the name, I saw Natalie standing there
smiling at me.

	"What did you say?" I asked, puzzled.

	"Nevermind," she said with a soft, gorgeous smile. "You just reminded
me of someone. Good luck,"

	Shaking my head, I walked out the front door and around back, the
street lights leading the way through the maze of broken bottles and
discarded food wrappers. I made my way through a hole in the chain
link fence and stopped, unable to contain a smile at my only piece of
good fortune in a long, long time.

	"Hello Jose," I said with a grin.




JAIME'S STORY:

	When I fell through the plate glass window in Eliza's house, I hadn't
really anticipated the landing. By that I mean, I knew I would come
out on top of Eliza herself, but I didn't really account for things
such as broken glass and the pain of hitting a hard floor. As shards
stabbed into my arm, the pain of a thousand pin pricks all at once, I
had the wind knocked out of me as I struggled to stay in control.

	Eliza had rolled onto her side and that's where the brunt of my fall
landed. I had jumped through the window at her with a plan of using
the bat to knock her down, but that didn't really work as well as I
thought, for I hadn't taken into account the logistics of her
countertop. Instead, I ended up half leaping, half stumbling through
the window as I landed atop her, my shoes sliding across the marble
top as we collided. The force knocked her against the wall of the
hallway and I landed on top of her, pinning her down with my shoulder.
As she turned to look at me with a daze look in her eye, a slight cut
across her forehead from an errant piece of glass, I made my move.

	Dazed as I was, I managed to pin her down with my knees, my full
weight on her shoulders as we both sat there panting and out of
breath, my bat in my hand.

	"Remember me bitch?" I said with a sadistic smile at her, tapping the
bat on the floor. Eliza looked puzzled and scared.

	"Jaime? What the fuck are you doing?"

	"Paying you back for everything you took from me. Respect, dignity,
pride, all of that," I said in a bitter, hateful voice. Brushing my
hair out of my eyes, I was relishing the look of terror in her eyes.

	"I...I don't understand," she said. 

	Reaching back with my hand, I slapped her across the face.

	"Don't be cute with me whore," I spat. "You know exactly what I mean.
That little incident in Vegas? The one in the jail? I told you I'd get
even for that and, well, here I am,"

	A look of remembrance passed over her eyes as Eliza's eyes welled up
with tears.

	"Oh fuck," she said. I couldn't help but laugh at her and the
situation. From the look of her, I had been interrupting something
rather intimate, as the clothes she was wearing and the way her skin
seemed to glow indicated a quick fuck before hand.

	Unfortunately, just as my brain began to process the idea of someone
else being in the house, that someone was hitting me in the back with
a candelabra. Hard.

	Flying off of Eliza and landing with a thud, my back on fire in pain,
it was my turn to roll over and look surprised. Standing there holding
the gold three pronged candle holder was Rose McGowan, naked as the
day she was born but sweating and very angry looking. I looked towards
my bat, which had rolled harmlessly out of my hand as I fell, but Rose
was quick and kicked it even further out of the way.

	Making a move to get up, she took an angry step towards me, lifting
the weapon over her head in a threat.

	"Don't you fucking move Ms. 1-800-COLLECT," she said coldly. We
locked eyes and held each other's gaze, the air in the room incredibly
tense and electric. We were sizing each other up - her on if she could
actually get me and knock me down, me on if I could get out of the way
in time.

	Eliza meanwhile, had staggered to her feet and swayed above me,
wiping the blood off the top of her head. She too had that same
hateful look in her eyes that I had before, only this time she looked
really, really serious.

	"Kill her Rose," Eliza said. I felt my spine shiver as a drip of
sweat ran down the back of it.

	Rose kept her eyes directly on me, but her face changed. Now she was
the one looking scared and worried.

	"What?"

	"I said kill her. She broke into my house, a scuffle ensued and it
was self-defense. Kill her," Eliza said. There was no hesitation, no
remorse, no nothing in her voice except for pure hatred. I too felt
the same thing towards her of course, and if it had been me standing
there I wouldn't have hesitated at all. But for the first time in a
very long time, I suddenly felt scared for myself, scared for my life.

	"I can't do that Eliza, then I'll be a murderer," Rose said.

	"Fine, I'll do it," she snapped, taking the weapon from Rose's hand.
Using the spare moment, I scurried to my feet and got out of the way
just as Eliza lunged at me. Rose screamed as I moved, stumbling to
keep my balance as I ran towards the back of the house, Eliza right
behind me.

	Hurling myself into the bedroom, I shut the door hard just as Eliza
came crashing into it. She slammed into it sharply but didn't fall
over. Instead, she only grew angrier and angrier at me.

	"You FUCKING BITCH! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" she screamed as I held my
weight against the door, keeping her from opening it. Scanning the
room quickly, I noticed that there was no windows, no extra doors
anywhere, just a bed and dresser and a closet. I had practically no
choice now I realized - I couldn't go back out there, because Eliza
would kill me for sure. But staying in here meant that I was trapped
and completely at her mercy. Fuck!

	The door started to thump harder now, as Rose and Eliza were putting
their full weight into it, trying to break it down. With each
successive shove against the finely made wood, I bounced off more and
more from the frame, barely able to hang on or keep my balance. I knew
I couldn't do this for much longer.

	I weighed my options quickly - and I mean QUICKLY: I could try and
move the dresser in front of the door, hoping that it would hold
against them trying to get through. But it was on the opposite wall
and there was no way I could get to it before they broke through. I
could turn and face them when they came through the door, but that
would be a serious risk because there were two of them and I didn't
know if Eliza had a gun or not yet.

	That left the final option, which was to make a break for the closet.
It seemed small enough, coats and things hanging in it, which meant I
might be able to get there and shut the door before they came in,
hopefully locking it and if not, at least holding on for dear life.

	Hearing the wood start to splinter as the thuds became more and more
violent against the door, I chose the last option and bolted towards
the closet. I got there in two or three steps, but not before twisting
my ankle and stumbling a bit, the pain making me cry out loudly as I
hobbled into it, shutting the door quickly behind myself and fumbling
for a lock.

	Just as it clicked in my sweaty, trembling hand, I heard the door
finally give way and Eliza and Rose come bursting through. I knew they
were going straight for the closet based on the way their feet were
moving towards me, and I braced myself against the door, holding the
knob as tightly as possible.

	One of them yanked violently at the door as I held onto it, my
muscles tensed in my arms. The door held thankfully, as they let go of
it after the first attempt. I had no room to move in the closet, which
worked to my advantage - it made it very hard for them to hope to
break down the door. Sensing this, I saw them step backwards.

	"You can stay in there as long as you want Jaime, I don't really
care," Eliza said in a taunting voice.

	"Why's that?" I called back. "You going to call the cops? I'm sure
they would LOVE to hear about your little sexual escapades and threats
of murder and assault on me,"

	"Shit, you must be trippin," Eliza replied. "The cops aren't coming
anywhere near here. But I am going to talk to Salma and see what she
says to do. So you just wait right there,"

	I hadn't planned on the Salma angle - in fact, I had only planned on
coming in, beating the shit out of her, and leaving. I wasn't worried
about her personally, but I did know that her connections meant that
if she wanted, I could be a dead woman.

	 "Or you can come on out," Eliza called again, her voice further away
this time. "But I promise you, you won't like what you find out here,"



	CHAPTER 10 (The Finale) - COMING SOON


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