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Almost a year later, and it's done. I won't even make any excuses or
reasons for the delay. Just please go back and reacquaint yourself
with the previous chapters before reading this final one. It is only
fair to me, and to the work itself. I don't know if it will live up to
the expectations one would expect from such a long delay, but I am
happy to report that after all of the time this took, the story
finished the way I expected it to, when I came up with the end at the
start of the story itself. Please enjoy and I hope to publish
something more in the future.



Hollywood After Dark - Chapter 10

By Carnage Jackson 

carnagejackson@hotmail.com
_____________________________________________________ 

Standard Disclaimer: 

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

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

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

This is Part 10, and the final chapter of an ongoing series.
_____________________________________________________ 



This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves under pressure
Under pressure pressure
- Queen



RACHAEL'S STORY:

	Don't get me wrong, I was glad Alex was safe and ok. I really was.
But the fact that he brought three other people into this, regardless
of what their involvement was, worried me a bit. I mean, the more
cooks in the kitchen, the harder it is to get anything made, ya know?

	Still, if he trusted them and said they were genuine, then that's all
I had to go on. Besides, Petty seemed to be in pretty bad shape and I
knew I wouldn't be able to help her just by myself.

	After Alex walked out of the house, Petty seemed to collapse. I don't
know if she had been putting on a brave front or was just completely
broken at that point, but if we hadn't been sitting there to catch her
she would have easily have fallen on the hard concrete floor.

	I caught her limp body with my arms, almost stumbling back on my feet
as Natalie caught the rest of her, Petty's head resting against
Natalie's breasts. We looked at each other for a moment, my eyes
studying hers to see what her angle was in this whole thing.
	"You don't trust us at all, do you Rachael?" Natalie said quietly.
	
	I glanced away, not really knowing how to respond. Trust wasn't the
issue here - I had no stability myself, let alone knew what to tell
others to do, so how could I even begin to think about trusting
someone else?

	Petty's body was heavier than you would have thought, and it took a
lot of effort by both Natalie and myself (Kirsten was just watching)
to carry her into the other room of this place and lay her down.
Natalie took off her jacket and laid it across Petty's frame, covering
up what she could, though the scandalous nature of her clothing wasn't
easily hid.

	We both rose from the room and walked back out to where Kirsten had
been, but we found her nowhere nearby. Heading outside, we came across
her, sitting on the curb outside the building. The dark night hid her
natural beauty, but the streetlight across the street still managed to
frame her blonde hair in a sort of luminescent glow. Natalie and I
joined her on the curb.

	The three of us sat in silence for a few minutes, Kirsten rubbing her
shoe in the dirty drain in front of us as the temperature outside
remained a warm but dry 75 degrees or so. Natalie, who seemed to be
the most tired of the three of us, laid her head on Kirsten's shoulder
as Kirsten stroked her hair. I watched them do this but Kirsten
happened to catch my eye, and I quickly looked away.

	"You still don't know what to make of this whole thing, do you
Rachael?" Kirsten said, her voice hard to read, especially its
intentions.

	"Only the complexity of it all. Everything else seems pretty decided,
especially the two of you," I replied, not making eye contact with
her.

	"I wish things were that simple. I wish we could just come out,
confess our love and let the world embrace it," Kirsten said. "But it
doesn't work like that. I just hate how the world thinks a penis has
to be involved for true love to exist,"

	"So why don't you just do it? If it's as real as you say then the
doubters will go away eventually, right?" I said.

	Natalie had been quiet through this whole conversation, and now I saw
why - a solitary tear ran down her soft cheek, her doeish eyes
sparkling with emotion.

	"Have you ever been with a woman Rachael?" Kisten asked.

	"What?"

	"You heard me. Have you ever felt the touch of another girls lips, of
another woman's breasts pressing against your own? Have you ever
orgasmed without the need of anything but the soft and delicate hand
of someone of the opposite sex?"

	I didn't have a chance to respond before Kirsten continued.

	"No, you haven't. So you can't understand. Only those of us who have
been through this can. Only those of us who know that feeling can
understand why the world isn't ready for us. Why if we were to share
our love, the world would pervert it and pick it apart. We'd become
the subject of lewd male fantasies and the gossip queens of every
other ignorant woman like yourself,"

	"Kiki, please..." Natalie said softly, wiping her eyes with the back
of her hand as she sniffled.

	"No Nat, its true. I'm not saying Rachael is the devil, but she's
just like everyone else. She doesn't see the way that the world is and
how it would handle people like us. You want to know why I got
involved in all this Rachael? Why I was willing to take a risk with
people like Willits and Alex and all of them?"

	"Why?"

	"Because they control the power and the perception. It's men like
them that rule the world, and if you get into their good graces then
you can have anything you ever wanted. Natalie and I both have that,
through fame and money, but we are still missing that love, that
acceptance by the world. I was naive enough to think that Willits and
Eliza and the Rose Petals might bring me that. But now, all that is up
in the air. Power is shifting and who knows what's going to happen?"

	Kirsten had been looking at me this whole time, and I could sense the
fire in her eyes, the passion. Naive or not, corrupt or not, the girl
really believed all of this. And in a way, I started to believe it
too. How can such passion go ignored, how can you turn away from it?

	"What do you want me to do Kirsten? Take it all back? I wish I could.
I wish more than anything that I could," I said. She rose to her feet,
as did Nat. I followed them.

	"I don't want anything Rachael. I just want to be me," she said. Our
eyes were locked in an intense battle as she said this, and I could
feel the energy radiating off of her. Natalie stood by her side,
watching this, and in the dim light of the evening, I could see it all
within Kirsten. I could see the passion and the fire and most
importantly, the love. It was in the way she carried herself, the way
that she swept Natalie's hair from her eyes when she cried and the way
that their bodies seemed to meld together. It was intense, and it was
magnetic.

	Kirsten moved towards me suddenly and before I knew it, I felt her
lips on mine, and her hands holding onto my cheeks tightly as she held
my head. The kiss, for all its speed and suddenness, was incredibly
soft and delicate. I didn't kiss her back, but I didn't resist either.
I let it happen and in that moment, I was no longer being drawn to her
but a part of her.

	She released my face and stepped back. Natalie was smiling softly to
herself at this but didn't say a word or put up any kind of protest.
The three of us stood there and before I knew what was happening, they
had both taken my hand and were leading me back inside, my feet barely
working as I stumbled in my dazed state back through the doorway.

	As we went back in, I glanced at the room where Petty lay, but she
hadn't moved. Her breathing was soft and relaxed, and I knew she was
in a deep sleep.

	Natalie stood in front of me now, and she too moved towards me
slowly, placing her lips against mine. Her kiss was even more gentle
than Kirsten's had been, but it was also more brief. She stepped away
as soon as it was over and moved to the side of me.

	I had barely had any time to think, and my head was spinning now. I
wasn't a lesbian, that I knew. But this was something more than
attraction and sex that was happening. It was something much more
primitive and yet, higher. It was an energy that seemed to want
nothing more than happiness and pleasure, fed to it through the
senses. I tried to rationalize and reason with it but my thoughts kept
becoming more jagged than the last. When the two of them moved to
remove my shirt then, I offered no resistance.

	Natalie's hands were the first to touch me. Her small fingers glided
along my shoulders as she touched the nape of my neck, moving her own
body closer to me. The heat coming from her, as well as Kirsten (who
was busy stroking my stomach) was intense and I shuddered when I felt
Natalie's lips kiss right along my shoulder blade.

	Kirsten moved down from my stomach, slowly rubbing her hand downward
to my crotch, touching and teasing it and my thighs. My hips started
responding on their own and I started thrusting just a little bit
towards her hand as it stroked outside of my labia. Natalie moved
behind me now and slid my bra straps off as her hands massaged my
breasts gently, my nipples hard (from the air or from her, I don't
really know) and loving the attention they were getting. Lovers never
pay enough attention to a woman's breasts, always wanting to get
between their legs. But really, most girls get really turned on by the
show of affection and care that is properly paid to a nipple. I know I
do.

	I didn't even think twice when Kirsten had removed my panties and had
me step out of them. When she was down there, she was rubbing her
hands up and down my thighs, getting ever closer to my now quite
aroused pussy. Her nails teased every little hair on my skin as her
lips blew warm air right behind where her hands were going.

	Natalie had begun to kiss my neck, and was now actively working her
way towards my face, the soft breath from her nose sweet as it tickled
my ears. She seemed to pick up on this, and exhaled softly against my
ear, hovering her mouth over it. I moaned in pleasure as I tingled all
over from this newly discovered erogenous zone on my own body. No one
had ever paid much attention to my ears before and now I sorely wished
they had: the electricity I felt from the attention sent shivers of
electricity all the way down to my most aroused spot, amplifying as it
went.

	With Natalie holding onto my shoulders with her own body, and Kirsten
busily working her way up my legs, I wasn't surprised to feel my whole
body writhing in pleasure, each half moving and responding in a
different way.

	I moaned in pleasure as Kirsten's mouth finally found home between my
legs, her soft lips gently brushing over my wet labia, my thighs
trembling now as I felt her slowly extend her tongue to taste me. A
low moan came from Kirsten's mouth as she pushed her head up slightly
and into me, her tongue parting between my lips as it searched for
more of my copiously flowing juices. Her hands moved to my thighs and
held her steady as she slowly and methodically opened me up like a
flower. My whole body shook as Kirsten's tongue and hot breath hit my
clit for the first time, and I thought I was going to have an orgasm
right then and there. I felt my legs grow slightly weak and I started
to fall backwards a bit, but Natalie was right there to hold me.

	Her hands were freely roaming over my body now, going first from my
neck and shoulders, down to my breasts (which she lifted and hefted
delicately and with a strange fascination) and even onto my hips,
which as any woman knows, is a very very sensitive spot indeed.
Natalie's fingers ruffled Kirsten's hair, causing Kirsten to look up
from between my legs and smile at both of us, her mouth and lips a
sweet, shiny, sticky mess of my juices. Natalie brushed her hand
across Kirsten's bottom lip slowly, wetting her finger with my fluids,
before slowly raising it up to her own mouth and licking her fingers
clean seductively.

	I could feel an orgasm building in me quickly, quicker than any I had
ever remember, the touch and caress of these two young vixens far far
too much for me to take. Kirsten never wavered in her tempo, keeping
up a delightful pace as she busily and happily sucked on my pussy.
This rhythm made my body pulse and throb and after just a few more
caresses of her tongue, I felt the damn inside me burst.

	I cried out loudly as I began to come, my breathing hard and hoarse
within me. I moaned with an animal lust which drove the two girls wild
- Kirsten positioned her mouth right on me and was furiously licking
everywhere she could with her tongue, while Natalie quickly moved her
face around towards mine and kissed me deeply and furiously. Her small
tongue had a hint of my juices on it (or what I can assume were mine)
but her warm embrace and the sexy way she touched me made the orgasm
all the more strong. I came in waves, my pussy spasming and jerking on
Kirsten's mouth as my juices continued to flow, the girl cum from
within me not missing a drop of it's intended target.
	
	By the time I finally came down, I was nearly dizzy from the pleasure
and the lack of breathing I had been doing (I tend to hyperventilate),
so the two girls gently laid me down. I smiled to myself, basking in
the afterglow of the orgasm with my eyes closed and my body tingling
and trembling all over. I don't think I could have moved if I tried. I
didn't have to keep my eyes closed for too long however, as I heard
movement near me.

	Sleepily opening my eyes, I was greeted to a sight that most men
would have killed for: Natalie Portman and Kirsten Dunst undressing
each other. They were slow and methodical, like the best of lovers,
and seemed to relish and enjoy each and every bit of skin that they
could find on each other. First the shirts came off and they kissed,
their bra clad breasts bumping against each other as Natalie slid her
small hands over Kirsten's ass. The bras weren't on for long though,
as the whole seduction of me must have really gotten them going.
Kirsten pulled Natalie to her and held her ass tightly as the petite
brunette undid first her own bra, then Kirsten. They both then broke
for a moment to remove pants and panties but before you could say
"sequel", they were both naked.

	Even for someone like me, who wasn't exactly a connoisseur of the
female body, you could tell that these two were perfection - and each
in their own way.
	
	Kirsten's long hair and cherub face seemed the perfect fit for her
curvy, full chested figure. Her hips tapered in the classic hourglass
shape, down to smooth and long legs and a neatly shaven patch of hair
right above her slit. Her breasts bounced slightly when she moved, a
full C cup without a doubt, and her pink nipples were just the right
proportion to her breasts.

	Natalie was something different, but equally as striking. Her hair
was shoulder length, but it flowed over her shoulders like a
waterfall. Her breasts were smaller than Kirsten's by at least a cup
size, but they too were perfect for her form. Natalie had a slightly
more athletic build, with a toned and firm tummy that just begged to
be kissed. Her pussy was also neatly shaved, though her lips were full
and aroused, her labia a maroonish color.

	I was only able to observe this sight from a distance for a few
moments however, for as soon as the girls undressed and saw me
watching, they descended on me with lustful smiles. I was only happy
to oblige.


ALEX'S STORY:

	Jose was right where I expected him to be. Leaning his large frame
against the alley wall, he and two other men - whose names I didn't
know, but looked vaguely familiar - all glanced up as I approached,
the streetlight behind me framing my steps in a pale yellow light.

	"Hola Alex. Long time no see man," Jose said.

	"You're telling me. Thanks for coming,"

	"Don't mention it. After all that you did for me, I figure I owe you
a favor or three,"

	I laughed, happy to hear Jose's dry sense of humor again.
	
	"Thanks. Now let me tell you what's up," I said.

	I proceeded to explain the situation as best I could, leaving out the
details about Willits and the overarching plan that I had stumbled on.
Jose and the two guys (Roger and Tony I learned) didn't need to know
all the particulars - lord knows that mixing them up in this wouldn't
help anybody. When I had finished, the three of them taking in my
every word with solemn nodding, Jose just had one question for me.

	"You got a weapon?"

	I told him that I did, and we all left the alley, making our way
through the shadows of the slums of LA on foot, careful to avoid the
headlights of the occasional car that might pass. As we moved closer
to the address, our steps slowed until finally we were outside the
building. The location was like any other around there - hollow
looking from the outside, broken windows, the stereotypical ghetto.
The only thing that might have aroused any sort of curiosity was a
faint hum coming from the back of the building, and a soft blue glow
that was visible from the front door way.

	I checked the entrance as carefully as I could and, finding no one,
stepped inside. The building was musty and old, with a large staircase
in the middle of the hallway and three or four tenant doors lining the
halls. No lights were visible except for the aforementioned blue glow,
coming from the last room on the right. We made our way towards it,
but not before stopping by the stairs.

	Jose made a signal with his hand to Tony, who moved towards the
stairs and slowly climbed them. He had went up one flight without a
problem before we all heard a muffled "Hey", followed by the
unmistakable sound of a silenced gun going off. The floor creaked
above us, a loud *thump* coming down to our ears, but within a moment
it was quiet again. Tony emerged a minute or so later, sweating a bit
and looking on edge.

	"One down, I laid his body down as quietly as I could," Tony
whispered to us. Jose nodded and we moved on towards the door. We
positioned ourselves outside it, forming a sort of triangle around the
frame. Tony and Roger took the left and right flank positions, while
Jose and I stood in the middle. Jose paused for just one moment then,
stepping back, lunged forward with his large foot and kicked the door
right in.

	The blue glow grew stronger as noises erupted inside - noises of
people moving and shouting, of guns going off and people running
around. Tony and Roger moved in swiftly behind us and provided return
cover as Jose and I charged inward. It took my eyes just a moment to
adjust, but I didn't hesitate when I saw a large man rush towards me,
a gun in his hand. I fired, and the man flew backwards comically like
a cartoon character, hitting a chair and toppling it over. A few more
shots went off behind me and I heard Jose yell in pain as a shot rang
out in his direction. Turning my head, I saw him fall to the ground,
holding his shoulder as his gun skittered away from his right hand.

	Luckily, Tony and Roger moved to cover him and as I got my bearings
after a few seconds, I got a grip on the scene for the first time.

	The room we were in had, at one time I'm sure, been a living room of
sorts. Now it was a converted base station - there was a table with
all sorts of equipment on it, a few chairs and a bank of TV monitors
stacked atop a small bookshelf. There were three men down on the
ground - one holding his stomach as his shirt turned a bright purple
in the blue light of the room - the one I had shot - and another lying
motionless beneath the monitors. The third man was Jose, who was down
on one knee and panting loudly, but seemingly ok.

	I now also saw what Roger and Tony were doing flanking me - their
guns were raised steadily at a large, well dressed black man with a
bald head who was standing behind a folding chair with both his hands
raised.

	"You must be Clarence," I said to him, making sure to stay parallel
to Tony and Roger for protection.

	"Mr. Hilt. Nice of you to come visit my little camp," he said with a
very self-serving smirk.

	"Where are they?" I asked.

	"If by 'they' you mean the ladies I have as my guests, are in the
room behind me undergoing their second treatment of the day," he said.
He let his words linger for a moment and, as if on cue, I heard the
distinct sound of Katherine moaning in ecstasy directly behind him.

	"Move out of the way or I'll kill you," I said, raising my gun.

	"But don't you want to know where your files are Mr. Hilt? It would
be a pity if you didn't have your evidence, now wouldn't it?"

	I lunged at him, but Tony and Roger grabbed me quick enough to halt
my steps too much. Clarence, to his credit, didn't even flinch.

	"You mother fucker," I said. "You're going to burn for this you
know,"

	"Burn? Well, that's such an apt word choice. You know, I already
burned a little today. Papers I mean. Since it appears your compadres
here have me against a wall so to speak, I might as well let you in on
a little secret," he said. Bending down, Clarence picked up something
at his feet. Roger called his bluff and fired a shot as a warning,
hitting about a foot above where Clarence's head had been. We all
jumped for a second from the shot, but Clarence stood up unfazed,
holding a wastebasket in his hand, that same stupid grin on his face.

	"Here, do a little bit of reading," he said. Tossing the basket at
me, I caught it with one hand while keeping the other raised towards
him with the gun. Setting the basket on the ground, my heart sank at
the appearance of a pile of ashes in the bin. Beneath the soot was a
half burned manila folder, with a few scraps of paper on it. I could
make out the Antamount letterhead only slightly, but there was nothing
else left beneath it. He had burned my only hope at legally bringing
them down.

	"How did you get these?" I said, slightly astonished.

	"Well, those aren't really anything. See, the one that your little
friend, who I still don't know the name of by the way, found was just
a poor mockup of the original. Something provided to her by Mr.
Willits to get you to find me. I may appear to just be a nigger who
dresses well to you, but really I'm a lot more on top of things than
you might think. You don't think I got this job just by being a good
little flunky do you?" Clarence said.

	"Willits knew I was coming for you," I said. 

	"Somewhat, yes. He knew your blindness and devotion wouldn't keep you
out of the mess of things for long. I just wanted to torment you and
tease you a little bit. But the order to burn your precious
files...well, that came directly from the top,"

	"You are so dead," I told him, wiping the ash off my leg. "Even if I
do believe you, there is no reason not to kill you now,"

	"I know. But don't worry - my wife and children will be well cared
for, thanks to the generous salary from Antamount. And I've already
made my peace with God so please Mr. Hilt...do your worst to the bad
guy, rescue the girl and go about your merry way,"

	My temper got the best of me then and I did just what he asked - I
attacked him. At the last moment however, I was able to restrain
myself from killing him outright. As our bodies collided, his huge
fists coming down hard on my shoulders, I spun away from him just
enough to get a good angle at the back of his head. With my hand
raised, I crashed it and the butt of the pistol down on his neck,
sending him reeling forward. The chair that had been in front of him
slid out of the way only a bit, just enough for his body to go
tumbling on top of it, his mouth crashing down hard on the seat.
Clarence slumped over unconscious on the ground then, and lay
motionless as I caught my breath against the wall.

	I stood over Clarence for a moment or two after catching my breath,
surveying the scene. All this carnage, all this violence and drama for
something that the rest of the world would probably never hear about.
No, that wasn't true. If I had my way with all this, they would hear
about it. The world would shake over it.

	Stepping over Clarence, I moved towards the door where the girls
were. Taking a deep breath, I opened it and stepped inside.

	The overwhelming smell of the room was of sweat. Sweat and sex. Two
scents that couldn't be anything else really, two things that
triggered the mind like little else could. Laying on two medical
tables were Katherine and Mila. There were arm shackles by their
wrists, but their hands were free. And they were completely naked.

	I walked in slowly, about to speak but hesitating. Suddenly,
Katherine started moaning again, sounding like she was in the throes
of a mind shattering orgasm that came from nowhere. Her body shook,
her breasts jiggling and her ass rose from the table, her legs
trembling violently as she panted for breath. Her hands went to her
pussy and covered it as if she was protecting it. She cried out
loudly, an animal lusting sound, and then she too slumped back down,
in a manner that was uncannily similar to the way that Clarence had
collapsed. Roger came in behind me then as I stood there staring.

	"What the fuck happened to them?" he said.

	"I don't know," I said, walking up to Katherine. Gently I brushed the
hair from her forehead as she lay there, her chest still rising and
falling from exhaustion. I felt her forehead - it was clammy and
sweaty, but she felt ok. Leaning over her, I opened her eyelids and
looked at her pupils. They were heavily dilated, only the very edge of
her beautiful brown eyes slowing.

	"They were drugged with something. I imagine it's in their
bloodstream, making them fantasize in a crazy manner. That must have
been what set off her orgasm," I said to Roger as he looked at Mila.

	"Yeah, she's the same way. My god, even drugged up they are beautiful
aren't they?"

	I looked at him a little warily. He said that a bit too menacingly.
"Yes, they are. Come on, let's get them out of here,"

	We lifted the girls off the table and carried them over our shoulder
out of the room, wrapping them in some blankets we found in a nearby
cabinet. As we headed out of what I would now call the "chamber of
horror", I heard a cell phone start to ring.

	Stopping in mid-step, I looked back and pinpointed the noise to
Clarence's jacket. Tony, who was nursing his wound but otherwise ok,
walked over quickly to where Clarence lay and picked it up, handing it
back to me.

	My hand shook as I held the phone. The caller ID said only one thing,
but I didn't need to even read it to know who it was: W

	Opening the phone, I held it to my ear, but didn't speak.

	"Clarence?" a very familiar voice said.

	I didn't respond. There was a long pause.

	"Ah...I see. Well then, best of luck to you,"

	"Listen you son of a bitch," I said. "I'm coming for you. That's all
you need to know,"

	I heard a slight chuckle on the other end of the phone, then a click
as it was hung up. I closed the phone and we hurried out of the house,
the girls in tow, and my adrenaline coursing through my veins at full
strength.


JAIME'S STORY:

	I had to pee. That's something they don't really ever show in the
movies or on TV, but when you get stuck in a situation like mine, your
body doesn't really care. When you gotta go, you gotta go.

	So it was nature's call, and the pressing desire to not get killed by
Eliza Dushku as I escaped from her closet that had me contemplating
coming out. She had stopped trying to open the door a few minutes
earlier, but I didn't really trust her being gone. The slats in the
closet only allowed me a limited view of what was going on outside
around me, but she wasn't in my line of vision.

	Pulling my hair back, I prepared to go. Taking a deep breath, I
opened the door slowly, just enough to stick my leg out. Not a smart
move.

	As soon as my leg emerged, Eliza pounced on it from the right, just
outside of my view. She didn't just try to grab me though - that I
could have dealt with, kicking the bitch as she tried to grab me. No,
she had to be fucking sneaky and use a stun gun.

	I screamed in pain as she tazered my thigh, causing me to fall
forward and out onto the floor. The electricity hurt like hell, but
the worse pain was when she jumped onto my back and grabbed my hands.
I was amazed at her quickness, but then I realized she wasn't alone.
Over to my left was Rose, who also had her own stun gun and looked
more than ready to do the same to me, had I escaped Eliza's grasp.

	"Got you now you little cunt," Eliza hissed at me, holding onto my
hands as I struggled to move. I felt something being wrapped around my
wrists and then pulled tightly together - one of those little police
zip ties, a nice touch I must admit. My wrists burned from being
squeezed so tightly together behind my back, and my leg hurt like hell
from the tazer as Eliza struggled to pull me up.

	I rolled over onto my back and tried to kick at her as she got off of
me, but the two of them were too quick. Rose kicked me hard in the
side as I gasped for breath, Eliza sidestepping my foot as she leaned
down and reached behind my shoulders to grab my hands. I felt myself
being lifted to my feet a moment later and drug towards the front
room, kicking the whole way of course, till the two of them threw me
down on the couch.

	I tried to roll off and get to my feet so that I could run, but Eliza
put a quick stop to that by jumping on my lap. The move would have
been really sexy had I been in the mood for such things - who wouldn't
want a hot, sweaty Eliza Dushku in their lap? - but now it was just
annoying. She held the stun gun up to my face menacingly.

	"Want some more?" she said.

	"Fuck you,"

	"No, fuck you bitch. I swear to God, if you fucked up my house like
you tried to fuck me up, your SO dead. After the Mistress gets here of
course,"

	I sighed mockingly. "Ooo, the mistress, I'm so scared! The mistress!"

	Eliza reared back and slapped me hard across the face. Damn that
hurt.

	"Shut up. She just pulled up anyways, so I'll let her handle you,"

	I rolled my eyes but kept my mouth shut. That bitch sure knew how to
hit.

	Eliza stayed on my lap as Rose went to open the door for their
Mistress - Salma Hayek. I was actually a bit surprised to see her
there, but then again this was a night - a week, a month, a year - of
surprises.

	"Jaime, I would have expected better from you!" Salma said as she
walked up to me, shaking her head. She was dressed in tight jeans and
a form fitting shirt with a corduroy jacket over it. Very cute, and
yet her attitude had no hint of cuteness in it.

	"I knew we couldn't trust you fully from the outset in all of this,
but I kept getting reassured that everything was ok. That you wouldn't
cause any trouble. I hate being right about something like this," she
said to me in an angry, fast, latin tone, getting right in my face as
Eliza climbed off me.

	"You're going to answer to the man himself for this one though. I'm
tired of fucking around with you myself, I'll let him do it," she
said, her face just inches from mine. "You know what he's going to do
to you first? Oh, I'm getting wet just thinking about it,"

	With her face so close to mine, I did the only thing I thought
appropriate: I spit in her face.

	Salma recoiled in shock for a moment, then slapped me HARD. Harder
than Eliza, albeit from the different direction.

	"Grab her. Let's go," she said, walking towards the door. Rose and
Eliza took me by the elbows and lifted me off the couch, my temper
continuing to rise

	I wasn't really worried about what was going to happen - they
couldn't really touch me, not if they wanted to get away cleanly
anyways. And with Alex and Rachael working on things, I had a feeling
that everything was going to work out ok.

	No, what pissed me off was that I wasn't going to get to pee for God
knows how long. Oh well, there was always Salma's back seat.


HAPSBORO'S STORY:

	What a night. All hell breaking loose was a drastic understatement in
this instance. Willits was beside himself with what to do, especially
now that Clarence seemed to have been neutralized.

	"We could just get on the company plane and go you know Gordon," he
said. The old man sounded scared as he spoke.

	"Not a chance. With all of this going on, we have to be here and have
access to all of our resources," I said, standing next to his massive
desk. Wilton paced back and forth by the large window near me, his
gray hair a frazzled mess and his skin pale from worry. He really
looked old at that moment, but that fire in his eyes still burned very
very brightly.

	"If we are going to stay, then I want you to get everyone in on
this," he said softly.

	"Everyone?"
	
	"EVERYONE!" he said, screaming at me. "Jesus Gordon, do you realize
how serious this is? I've got a whole handful of bodies to deal with,
that's a big cop payoff let me tell you. I've got little bitches
running around, stabbing me in the back any way they can, and I've got
a psychopathic delivery man coming to beat the shit out of me. Yeah, I
mean everyone. Anyone and everyone who could help us in any way. They
are all coming here aren't they? Then get everyone here," he said, his
voice leveling off but still sounding panicked.

	"Be careful there Wilton, you don't want to overstep your bounds," I
said calmly.

	"You know what I fucking mean Gordon," he snapped, turning towards
me. "I didn't work this hard to see everything come apart in one
night,"

	"Neither did I Wilton. That's why I'm not going to let it happen.
Believe me, I've got a plan for all this, but once we execute it,
there is no going back whatsoever," I replied.

	"A plan? Why don't you share that with me now hmmm?" he said, mocking
me. I was more than a little surprised by his behavior of course. This
was a man who, publicly, destroyed his enemies with the stroke of a
pen, or a well placed slander. And here he was, coming unglued over a
little security nightmare. I was starting to wonder why I trusted him
so much, especially with everything that was going on.

	"Yes, a plan," I hissed in return. He turned away from me, and
started pacing again.

	I reached into the top drawer of the desk. "Come over here. I'll
explain it to you,"


RACHAEL'S STORY:

	"YES! YES! YES! OHHHHHHHH GOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD!!!!!" I screamed,
orgasming loudly as Natalie licked and sucked on my pussy hungrily.
Kirsten giggled to herself as she fondled my right breast, her hair
sticking to my sweaty chest as I came for the fourth or fifth or
hundredth time in the past few minutes. I panted loudly as I began to
come down, but then Natalie worked her two fingers into me gently,
rubbing my clit with her thumb as I bucked and writhed on the floor at
her touch and my orgasm started again.

	The whole thing was a blur now. Kirsten had been first, kissing my
thighs and touching me all over, making my skin tingle while Natalie
sat on my chest, bent over and kissing me deeply. When Kirsten's
tongue made contact between my legs though, I was already soaking wet
and basically a wreck from anticipation. Those who say that
anticipation is better than the real thing don't know the joys of
lesbian sex. I came almost instantly, my breasts quivering between
Natalie's naked thighs as she ran her hands through my hair. Kirsten
continued to lick and caress me, and within minutes I was cumming.
	
	Now, the two girls had switched. Kirsten, I found, enjoyed the
tenderness of it more than anything else - looking into my eyes as she
touched me, relishing the look on my face as I responded to their
attentions. Her body was so warm, and Natalie's mouth so soft, that
any girl would have been in heaven just from that.

	Natalie continued to thrust in and out of me, her fingers alternating
their pace as she soaked her hand in my juices. I could feel her hot
breath on my sex as she licked what she could from it, tasting it all
as she slurped away on me. I never thought sex with a woman could be
like this as I came down from the orgasm. Natalie finally stopped,
content from her taste of me.

	Both of them crawled up next to me, Natalie kissing me softly. I
could taste my cum on her lips, and stuck my tongue out to lick a drop
of it from beneath her nose. She giggled as Kirsten leaned across me
and kissed Natalie as well. We lay there kissing and touching each
other for a few minutes, at least until I heard a noise of footsteps
outside.

	We all scrambled to get dressed quickly as the footsteps got closer.
I had just pulled on my pants and shirt when the door burst open, Alex
holding Katherine over her shoulder.

	"We're safe, but we've got to go," he said. I nodded and rushed over
towards him to help him lift her down and lay her on the ground,
careful to not lay her where our little activities had taken place.


ALEX'S STORY:

	Rachael looked a little flushed and surprised to see me, but from the
way she rushed to hug me after I set Katherine down, I knew she was
glad I was safe and ok.

	Roger lay Mila down next to Katherine as I pulled their blankets up
to cover their nakedness. I could still smell the sex in the air
around them.

	"Are they..." Rachael asked, as Natalie and Kirsten came in from the
other room, hand in hand.

	"No, they are just heavily drugged with...something. See these needle
marks on Katherine's arm?" I said, holding her limp wrist up. "It
looks like they were injecting them with something. I don't know what,
but whatever it was it was making them...well, orgasm constantly. They
are just exhausted I think, but we need to wake them up to make sure
they are ok,"

	Natalie darted out of the room and returned a minute later with a
nasty cup full of water. I knew it wasn't the most sanitary way to go
about waking them up, but it would have to do. Taking some in my hand,
I sprinkled the drops on Katherine's face.

	She stirred and gradually, after some moaning, opened her eyes and
looked at me. At first it was as if she didn't recognize me, but then
suddenly it became clear to her, and the next thing I knew, she was
sobbing uncontrollably.

	"Oh my God Alex! You're here!" she cried.
	
	"Yes, it's ok Katherine, I'm here. Are you ok?"

	"Yes...just exhausted. I...I don't know what happened to me but my
body aches. I feel like I was run over by a train. My legs hurt like
hell, especially between them,"

	"Do you know what happened to you?"

	"No," she sobbed. "I just feel really fuzzy and cloudy and worn out.
I think...I think they raped me,"

	"I don't know if they did or not, that's what I was hoping you or
Mila could tell me," I said.

	"Oh Mila!" Katherine cried, looking over at her friend. "This is all
my fault!"

	"Shhh...it's ok. She'll be ok, I'm letting her rest. But Katherine, I
need you to come with me as soon as you think you are ok. I need your
help to get Willis,"

	"What? Why?" she asked.

	"Because this has to end tonight. You don't have to do anything, but
I need you to come with me in case anything happens to you from these
drugs, or if you can remember anything,"

	"But what about everyone else?"

	"Rachael and the guys will take care of them. This is just something
you and me need to do kiddo," I said, smiling at her. I realized in
that moment that I was desperately in love with her, no matter what
all of this meant in the end. She was my everything.

	"Ok. Just give me a second to clear my head," she said.

	"Ok," I said, standing up.
	
	I walked away from her and talked to Rachael.

	"How's Petty?"

	"Still asleep. We um, just watched over her and made sure nothing
happened. Are you ok?"

	"Yes, but I think Tony is going to need some medical help real soon.
Do you think all of you could fit in one car? I need you three and
Roger to look after Mila and Petty while we go after Willis,"

	"Oh Alex, do you have to do that TONIGHT?" Rachael pleaded.

	"Yes. If I wait too long, he'll be gone and we will miss our chance.

	"But how do you know that he isn't gone already?"

	"I don't. But I have a feeling that he knows that, one way or the
other, it ends tonight," I replied.

	Katherine, on wobbly legs, walked over to join us.

	"Do you have any clothes I can wear Rachael?"

	"There might be some upstairs," Roger said. "I'll go check,"

	Katherine moved closer to me, laying her head on my shoulder. Even
after everything, she still managed a small smile for me.

	"I guess 'thank you' doesn't really cut it tonight does it?" she
said.

	"Don't worry about it. This is my mess, I just need some help
cleaning it up," I replied.

	Roger returned with a pair of dirty men's overalls and a very large
t-shirt.

	"It's not much, but it might do," he said, handing them to Katherine.
She took them and looked at me awkwardly.

	"Oh, right," I said, turning away. Everyone else in the room did too
as she changed into the clothes. For some reason, this moment of
privacy struck me as funny and endearing at the same time. When I
turned back around, Katherine was ready to go.

	We all stood there for a moment in awkward silence. Finally, I spoke.

	"No matter what happens tonight, I want you all to know that your
help in all of this is beyond heroic. It's something human and
natural, and is something I will love each and every one of you for,
forever. For being a person. For knowing right and wrong, no matter
the distance it took you to get there. For being someone that can be
counted on. Thank you all," I said.

	There was nothing else left to say really, after that. Katherine and
I headed towards the door and out onto the street, Katherine stealing
a glance over her shoulder as we left.

	
	The sun was starting to just barely rise in the distance, and I knew
that before long, the city would be waking up, which would create all
sorts of headaches. Taking Tony's car, Katherine and I drove in
silence towards Antamount headquarters. As we went through a string of
green lights, Katherine stared out the window the whole way before
finally speaking.

	"I love you Alex. I want you to know that, no matter what might have
been said," she said.

	"I know. I love you too Katherine,"

	There was another moment of quiet before I spoke again.

	"Anything coming back?"

	"My strength, a little bit. Don't try any funny stuff down there
anytime soon though," she said with a slight chuckle.

	As we pulled onto the street where that cursed building stood, I got
a flashback of the first time I stepped foot in those doors. How naive
I was, dropping off a script like that. If I had only known.

	Getting out of the car, we walked the deserted streets towards the
entrance. The door was open, but the elevators seemed to have been
turned off as we stood in the lobby. I wondered if Katherine could
make it up the stairs, but she didn't hesitate in moving towards the
stairwell. Slowly we climbed the steps, to the 8th floor, where
Antamount world headquarters lay.

	Opening the door to their lobby, the lights were all off except down
that familiar hall leading to Wilton Willis office. Reaching into my
pants, I pulled out my gun. Katherine recoiled a bit at this, but
didn't say anything. She knew as well as I that things had come to
this. Moving down the hall, we stopped just short of the office. The
door was open, if only a crack.

	Katherine walked behind me as I slowly stepped towards the door, gun
in hand and in front of me. Gently, I pushed open the door, ready and
willing to die for anything. Love does that to you.

	My eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, but right away I knew
something wasn't right. There was a wet, gasping noise coming from in
front of me. As we walked closer, I saw what the source of the noise
was.

	Sitting in his chair behind his desk, was the man himself, Wilton
Willis, looking pale and fragile and very very old. On the desk next
to his hand was a gun, and leaking down the front of his shirt from
his stomach was a maroon stain.

	"Hello Mr. Hilt," he wheezed at me. "It took you long enough,"

	I was speechless as to what to say. The old man, in his cowardice,
had tried to kill himself but obviously not done a very good job of
it.

	I stepped closer to the desk, not saying anything.

	"You know I'm going to let you sit there and suffer, right you old
fucker?" I said after a moment. Katherine lingered a step or two
behind me.

	"Fitting and fair, I have to agree. I suppose you want me to talk,
just like any of the super villains in my movies, eh?" he said with a
weak smile and cough, spots of blood flying out of his mouth onto the
desk.

	"Sure. You don't have long, let's hear it,"


WILLIS' STORY:

	The pain was horrible, but surprisingly, when Hilt himself showed up
before me, my mind still managed to focus on him. I hated him for
being here, and for causing all of this, but I probably did bring it
on myself. A memory flashed through my mind then, of my youth spent in
Sunday school, reciting the seven deadly sins. Pride. That was my sin,
amongst so so many others. Pride and sloth and avarice and the whole
lot of them.

	Part of that pride still burned strongly in me, which is why I
couldn't go, couldn't head to my fiery afterlife without at least
getting my last word in. My mother had always said I was an eloquent
speaker who took command. This was my waterloo.

	"I came up with the idea for the Rose Petals while I was fucking
Sharon Stone back in the 80s. She was so wild, and yet so gentle at
the end of everything, that it made me think of a rose and it's
thorns. Sharp and deadly till you get to the top, then so fragrant and
sweet. And with a system of my own design in place, I could control my
own destiny," I said.

	"Of course, I came up with that idea while I was just a lowly
producer, but it served me well later on when I came into some
investors who wanted to help me see my dream. You have to dream as big
as possible in this town Mr. Hilt, or else you'll get crushed by the
weight of illusion around you. So when I was able, I set it up. Ms.
Stone was in charge first of course, but she was too nuts to really
run things and I dropped her like the hot piece of ass she was back
then. It rotated till I got to Ms. Hayek. I found her in Mexico
through a couple of my scouts there, and brought her under my wing and
into my pants, so to speak. She was happy to oblige of course. Never
doubt a woman who wants it all. She'll get it," I said.

	"Fine, but that has nothing to do with the horrible shit you do to
them Willis. For that alone, you should be tried for crimes against
humanity. I saw it. Katherine lived through it. How could you ever do
something like that?"

	"When you get to the top, you can't always see the bottom. Besides,
women deserve it. If I had my way, they would all be going to a
Beardsley college of my own design. But this is America, the land of
dreams. And more importantly, Los Angeles. The place where dreams are
made,"

	"Made and crushed. Just like you did to mine. That was your mistake
Willis. You never should have lost your morals,"

	I laughed. It hurt like hell to laugh, what with the bullet in my
stomach slowly working it's way through my organs, but I did anyway.

	"Morals? Oh Mr. Hilt, people lose those here quicker than Kansas farm
girl loses her virginity. I lost mine a long time ago. It's amazing
what can happen when they are gone. Look at your girlfriend, Petty,"

	This made him rankle a bit, which I enjoyed totally.
	
	"Fuck you Willis. I'm not the one bleeding here," he said.

	"No, your not. But if you haven't figured out why I am yet, you
haven't learned anything from this at all. But you know, it's ok. You
don't have to know it all in this town. You just have to know the
right people,"

	Hilt and Heigl looked at each other for a moment before he stepped
closer to my desk (such as it was. Shortly it would be my coffin.)

	"Hapsboro,"

	"Exactly. It's all about friends and connections. Like I said, I was
a producer who came into some investor money. You don't think they
actually let me run this place do you? I'm just an old man with a
fiery voice and a penchant for pussy,"

	Suddenly, the building shook for a moment and a loud explosion
sounded from somewhere. Good old Gordon, had to make sure the job was
done right. A bullet in the stomach when your not expecting it just
wasn't enough. The fire alarm started ringing then, and I knew that
things were finally over.

	The two of them were torn with what to do. The alarms were loud and
piercing, and smoke was now starting to filter in through the roof of
the room. They said something to each other but I couldn't hear it.
The alarms were getting softer now, and my vision started getting
fuzzier with each passing second, my head feeling very very heavy.

	Leaning forward, I laid my head down on the desk, watching them as
hand in hand they darted from the office.

	The smoke was thick now, but I didn't care. I watched them go,
thinking to myself just one thing: in a perfect world, that would have
been a great way to close a film. Final frame, end shot.


ELIZA'S STORY:

	The light from the fire was amazingly bright as we pulled up out
front of Antamount. The top floor where the studios office had once
been, was now aglow with flame. Some of the windows had burst outward
from the heat, while others kept the flames prisoner inside. Salma and
I had just shown up, with Jaime in tow, hoping to get Willis to punish
her or kill her so that I didn't have to. But all of a sudden, that
didn't look very realistic.

	Salma stood next to me, her face pale and shocked, a realization
coming to her from the billowing smoke and flame, fire engines drawing
closer and closer now. The same thought hit me at that time too: it
was over. Antamount, and the Rose Petals, were through. Without the
studio's backing, we were powerless. Salma and I were just actresses,
actresses who had went dyke for power. Kirsten had been right. The
power wasn't worth it, because now I was left with nothing. We might
all be blacklisted for all I knew.

	I could hear Jaime laugh hysterically next to me, leaning back
against the car as she kicked her legs outward in joy, doing a little
butt dance on the hood of Salma's car. Her pants looked wet too, which
was even more bizarre considering that had it not been for the light
from the fire I wouldn't have even seen it. I wanted to smack her for
laughing like that, but I knew it would do no good. No good at all.

	Salma took me by the hand and led me back towards the car.

	"Come on, we need to go," she said. Jaime stood up, but continued to
laugh as we climbed into the car. As I got in and buckled up, I was
startled to see two people running out of the front of the building.
As they got closer, I knew who it was. Hilt and Katherine Heigl. Some
how, amongst all of this, they had both survived. That was the biggest
fuck you of all. Jaime danced as she saw them, clapping her hands
behind her back as they stumbled over to her, coughing and out of
breath.

	Throwing the car into reverse, Salma peeled away before they got too
close to us, close enough to identify us anyways, and did a U-turn
right there in the middle of the early morning LA street.

	The fire engines had arrived as I looked through the back window to
see the building in flames, the fire consuming it all.


_____________________________________________________ 
"The entertainment world is still reeling from a loss of one of their
own. Wilton Willis, the founder and CEO of Hollywood powerhouse studio
Antamount, perished in a fire late last night at the studio
headquarters. Investigators are still looking into the source of the
fire, but believe that faulty wiring was the cause of an explosion
that took out the building's sprinkler system and prevented
firefighters from containing the fire for more than five hours.

Friends and studio rivals all over the world expressed their
condolences over the loss, including some powerful members of the US
Senate and House.

'It is always a loss to the American dream when an entrepreneur like
Mr. Willis perishes so tragically. I join the rest of the country in
mourning a leader, a business man and a gentle human being,' Senator
Mitchell from Kansas said today.

Funeral services for Willis will be held later this week, as well as a
service for a body believed to be that of Willis' assistant, Gordon
Hapsboro. Police are still seeking dental records for this second
victim of such a strong inferno.

Back to you Mary"
_____________________________________________________ 


EPILOGUE


HAPSBORO'S STORY:

	The plastic surgery still smarted some, especially the invisible
sutures under my chin, but they were nothing that a little Caribbean
sun wouldn't fix. Besides, I knew they were a necessary evil after all
of this. I couldn't be popping up on anyone's radar any time soon.

	With the sun beating down on me, and the waves crashing just a few
feet away, I felt happy in knowing that I had gotten out when I did.
Sure, I didn't want it to really go that way - losing access to pussy
like that was like losing an appendage (so to speak) - but I knew that
the money I made from Antamount would buy me whoever and whatever I
wanted.

	I felt a bit guilty for ruining Willits like that, but that's how it
goes. He was too old to run things any ways. I just beat the cancer to
it.

	Setting my magazine down next to me, I intended to get some more sun,
when I noticed a vision of beauty moving towards me from the beach.

	Still very coltish, she had all the makings of a beauty. Long legs,
toned stomach, long wavy hair and a sexy, full chest. She couldn't
have been any older than 17, which meant she was perfect for molding.

	"Excuse me, Senorita?" I called to her as she grew closer. She walked
my way and a smile crossed her lips. The surgery certainly had some
extra effects, I realized.

	"I couldn't help but wonder," I said to her as she stood over me, a
goddess in the making. "If you've ever considered a career in show
business?"




THE END

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