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Hollywood After Dark Ch. 01

By: carnagejackson



Brand new series I'm starting. This series has very little in common with anything else I've written, especially Journal of an Agent. Yes it will feature celebrities and have it's fair share of sex, but the main focus is on storyline. It's got enough twists to be an entertaining read and is quite darker than my usual fare. Please bear through the non-sex parts, I promise that if you stick with the whole series you will be rewarded for your dedication. This will be a BRIEF series, maybe 5-10 (long) chapters. Each chapter will be told through first-person narration, but I break it up into various character's points of view at certain parts of the story for later plot uses. Finally, pay attention to dialog and details...they will be important later on. Ah, enough commentary, just read and enjoy. 

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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. 

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"I see that there is evil And I know that there is good And the in-betweens I never understood" - Ben Folds

ALEX'S STORY:

My name is Alexander Hilt. What I'm about to tell you is true. You may not want to believe it - not that I would blame you. You may say that it couldn't happen, that things aren't really like that. I promise you that by this tale's end, your mind will have changed - you will see that power and greed corrupt, that fame and beauty are fleeting and that love is just an illusion to sell Valentines Day cards. But let me begin...

Our story begins roughly a year or so ago when I began work as a delivery driver for one of the local delivery companies. You see, I live here in Hollywood, the land of dashed dreams and five-dollar hookers. The only place on Earth where other worlds are made on screen for our enjoyment and lovers torn apart for our bereavement. I came here looking for that place, hoping to strike it as rich as the thousands of gold miners had done before me not even 150 years hence, by selling my script to a studio. That's the old joke out here, everyone has a script. But like most jokes, there is always truth behind the punch line. Indeed, I hadn't even lived here a week and had already run into half a dozen people who each told me they had a screenplay they wanted to sell. As time wore on and I couldn't even get a meeting in with a two-bit agent, let alone my foot in the front door of a studio. And as it usually tends to do, the money I had traveled to California with quickly ran out, without a fresh supply to keep it alive and kicking.

Thus it was my girlfriend Petty who told me that if I wanted to afford to live in the cheap apartment we already had anymore, I'd have to get a real job. You might be thinking that Petty is a funny name for a girl, but then again Petty wasn't your normal woman. We had met on the airplane ride to Los Angeles, both of us heading out there to pursue our own foolhardy dreams - she being a songwriter, the third most popular profession behind "actor" and "writer" in Hollywood. She had planned on looking for an apartment when she landed but because we hit it off immediately - sharing that same kinetic spark that people who were meant to be together often feel - she moved in with me into my dumpy one bedroom studio flat that I had secured only a week before arriving. I'm not exactly sure where her name came from, but when she's 5'6, 115 pounds, long flowing blond hair and almond colored brown eyes, you tend to kind of forget little things like that. It was so spontaneous the way we got together, we both swore it was fate or some other worldly force. Even to this day, with so much having happened, I still think I believe that.

But back to my story. The morning began simple enough, a few routine deliveries around town. I worked for Jose's Parcel Express. Jose was a sweaty Mexican guy who owned the company, his office always smelling of cheap cologne and for some very odd reason, fish sticks. Jose had an "in" with a lot of the businesses around town, primarily because a few of his delivery drivers did little side jobs for him after hours - things like bodyguard protection, immigrant smuggling and breaking knee caps. The whole nine yards, if there was something dirty going on in this part of California, Jose had something to do with it or at least knew someone who did. I could have very easily gotten into helping him out with jobs like that. The money certainly would have been nice - some of the guys made upwards of $500 an hour - and I had the build for it. My 6'3, 240 pound frame was perfect for hauling boxes around all day and it kept me in shape. But I never really wanted to turn to dirty work so quickly after moving here. Pride kept me from admitting defeat, even having logged six months on the job before all my trouble began. 

After crossing off the deliveries that first fateful day, I scanned the list to see what else I had left to do. My heart skipped a little as I saw that I had to deliver two big screen televisions to the third floor office of Antamount studios. Antamount was one of the up and coming independent studios here in Hollywood, not owned by any media conglomerate. A few years back, one of their low budget pictures had scored major box office success and thrust their founders into the middle of the Hollywood scene. Since then, they had been churning out film after film, some better than others and even a few taking home that little golden man everyone out here wanted on their mantle come March of each year. I had read in Variety that Antamount was in talks to finance a $300 million dollar adaptation of some best seller with another studio and I had dreamed wistfully while I read the article that if only I could get inside with a copy of my script, they might consider financing it as a way to make some supplemental money for this blockbuster epic.

Ah yes, my script. It was by no means an ordinary screenplay - it's characters were adaptations of my life growing up out in the mid-west, a drama really. But here's the kicker: while it used modern day language with it's characters, it was a period piece set during the start of the Russian revolution. I had labored over it for many months, changing dialogue and characters, spicing in enough wit to make it not too dark when the inevitable climax - a viscious game of Russian roulette played out by the two kids of the story - came. Petty and everyone else I had shown it to thought it was good, but out here I learned painfully that "good" didn't get pictures made. Nevertheless, I always carried a copy of it with me when I was on the job, stowing the 120 plus pages in a folded manilla envelope in the front waist band of my work pants. 

Yanking my dolly from the back of the delivery van with a metallic clank, I grunted as I lifted the sets on top of each other and set them on the hand cart, looking around for an easy way to get them over the curb of the street. Spotting a handicap ramp, I wheeled it up just in time to avoid being side swiped by a recklessly driven BMW SUV that came clipping around the side street out front of Antamount's monsterous building. Pushing the cart inside, I felt blessed as the hot, dry air outside faded into the cool darkness of the lobby, where business people in expensive suits buzzed around on their cell phones, oblivious to the rest of the world. They were like bees, all working for that queen called money, but I paid them no mind as I tried to manuever the cart around their busy humming and into the service elevator.

A tall black man saw me approaching and held the door as I walked backwards into the elevator, pulling it to the edge as the doors closed. I thanked him, and in a minute was on the third floor: Antamount headquarters.

The elevator opened up and I felt like I was in heaven. Adorning the walls of the hallway was poster after poster of Antamount releases, some old but most new and coming soon. At the end of the hallway was a busy looking pair of secretaries, each answering phones and typing away on their keyboards at the same time. I approached them tentaively, the exherted effort from lugging the television's around already causing me to break a sweat this early in the morning.

"Delivery for Antamount," I gasped as I waited for one of them to stop talking and pay attention to me. The one on the left, a stocky old woman with deep bags under her eyes and frayed gray hair finally glanced up at me.

"Work order?" she said. I obdiently handed her my clip board.

"Hmm...ok, that's Mr. Willis' office. Take it down this hall, then turn right at the fourth hallway and his office is at the end of the hall," she said, returning back to her tasks. I nodded and propped the cart up, wheeling it away from them.

As I made my way down the hall, people buzzed past me. I thought I recognized some of them; not from other deliveries but as actors in some of Antamount's films. I was a big fan of the studio and though allegiance to one studio had ended for the most part with the Paramount breakup in 1948, I still paid attention anytime one of their trailers played before a film. Following the secretaries instructions, I soon found the hallway she spoke of and headed down it. The carpet color had changed to a rich maroon, much like the "red carpet" you see on TV at award shows. At the very end of the hall was a set of heavy oak double doors, and I could make out an engraved plate on the door: WILTON WILLIS, CEO

The beating of my heart increased again as I licked my dry lips, anticipation at actually being in the office of one of the most powerful new leaders of Hollywood laying just a few feet in front of me. I stopped at the door and, wiping the sweat from my face as best I could and trying to make myself appear professional and neat, I knocked on the door.

No answer. I waited a few seconds and tried again. I saw no light coming from underneath the doorway - he was out of the office probably. Tentatively, I placed my hand on the gold door handle and turned it, the office opening before me. Inside, the curtains were drawn in front of a large plate glass window, the decor of the office matching that of the hallway. The room was massive, with a desk and thick leather chairs scattered around the room. On one wall was a shelf made of glass and marble, a locked pane of glass holding inside row after row of awards. On the opposite wall was a couch, with something missing from in front of it. Probably they had upgraded the television that they had there and here I was delivering the replacement. The office was empty, but it smelled of good fortune. It had that air of power, of wealth, of control. I moved slowly as I wheeled the cart inside, trying to decide where to set the televisions. Finally spotting an unoccupied corner, I lifted the two sets from each other and set them on the floor. And though it was not in the job requirements, I slit open the boxes and pulled out the packaging, making it easy for the sets to be removed and positioned whereever Mr. Willis wanted. For gaining access to such a powerful man's room, it was worth the extra trouble.

I turned to go when an idea hit me. I didn't know when I would be in a place like this again, so quickly I decided that this might be my one and only chance to get my script at least thrown away by someone highly connected in the Hollywood world. Removing it from my pants, I paced around the room trying to find a spot where it would be seen, but not too obviously. In my mind, I pictured Mr. Willis having a drink in his office after a long, hard day and discovering my script. I imagined him picking it up and glancing over it, quickly becoming interested and staying late into the night to read it. I imagined that he would rush out to find me, that production would begin immediately and that within a few short months I would be executive producing it on some lot.

However, my dream was quickly interrupted when a stern female voice spoke behind me.

"What are you doing?" she asked, no tolerance for daydreaming in her busy world. I was startled.

"I was just...delivering these televisions," I stammered, feeling incredibly guilty for having such Hollywood style thoughts in a place that was, when it was boiled down to, was really just another business.

"Well, you've delivered them. Now get out of Mr. Willis' office," she said, turning to go. I thought she would leave but she stood impatiently by the door, watching me as she crossed her arms in disdain. Glancing around one more time, I casually tossed my script on top of one of the open televisions and headed towards the door.

The woman glared at me as I passed.

"What did you put down there?" she asked, following me out and locking the door behind her.

"Oh, that was just an instruction manual for the set. It fell out of the box when I was moving it," I lied. I knew that she could go back and check, and just might do that, but the room was dark when she had found me, and she probably believed my white lie. After all, I was just a lowly delivery guy.

I hustled past her and returned to the two secretaries. Forcing the clipboard into one of their faces, I said "Mr. Willis wasn't there. I need you to sign,"

She glanced up at me with a hint of anger but in one quick motion signed her name without even looking. I retrieved the clipboard and headed back to the service elevator, back out through the hive lobby and to my truck again. Within just a few minutes I had forgotten what I had done and had set off to finish my deliveries for the day.

As the sun set on the warm LA afternoon, I pulled into the loading dock of Jose's and parked the truck, opening the back for the part-time workers who, in the morning, would load my truck up again for the next day's deliveries. I stepped inside of the small office that contained Jose's desk and went to the water cooler, pouring myself a small cup of water to cool off with. The door opened from outside and Jose waddled in.

He was a heavy set man, with a large bulging gut and a graying mustache to match his gray temples. His face was chubby, but the extra rolls of fat concealed quite well his hard, black eyes that led to his ever scheming and working brain. Jose was winded from the heat, sweat stains forming under his arms as he approached me, slapping me hard on the back before taking a seat at his desk with a wheezing gasp.

He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of tequila and a shot glass, pouring himself a shot and downing it just as quickly. He smacked his lips together with a pleasant sigh and reclined back in the squeaky, torn fake leather of the chair.

"You make all your deliveries today?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yep. Same as usual. You know me Jose, if I didn't make a delivery I wouldn't be coming back to the office. Not after the wrath I've seen you put on the guys that have come and gone since I got here," I said, pouring myself another cup of icy cold water.

"Ah, yes. I need more workers like you Alex. You're determination and dedication to the job is a trait sorely lacking from the rest of these gatitos, no?" Jose said, resting his hands on his ample belly.

"I guess. I just work for the paycheck, you know that," I replied, leaning up against the water cooler. A fly buzzed by Jose's face, his fat hand swatting at it lazily.

"Si si. But you know, if you ever wanted to increase your take, all you have to do is ask," Jose said, eyeing me.

"Sorry Jose, I don't want anything to do with what goes on here after hours. I'm a delivery man, plain and simple," I said. Something in the tone of my voice or what I had said must have been funny, because Jose began to laugh loudly, a harsh braying sound that wheezed from his lips outward.

"You are a true man Alex. But one of these days, I will convince you, no?" Jose said. "In fact, tonight I have a job that would require your skills most defienetly. Something a man of your build could handle with no problem," Jose said.

"Thanks, but no. I have to go watch my girl tonight, so I'm busy," I said, crumpling the cup up and throwing it away in a nearby trashcan. 

"Ah yes, the girlfriend. How is her singing going? She getting any better?" Jose asked. I could tell he was just making conversation - he didn't give two fucks about Petty and her singing.

"I'm not the man to answer that, since I am a bit partial. But you are welcome to come listen for yourself," I said.

"No, that is quite alright. I shall take your word on it. However, if she is booed off the stage and must run home to her mother, you can come by here tonight at 10 and I'll make your night worthwhile," Jose said. "I have some senoritas coming by and..."


I cut him off. "I'm sure that she will be fine. See you tomorrow Jose," I said, turning to the door to leave.

"Adios chico," he called after me, the thin wood of the door slamming shut behind me.

I walked out to my car - a dingy, banged up wreck that I had bought with the last two hundred bucks I had when I moved out here - and started it up, the engine sputtering to life with an agonizing groan. I put it in drive and exited into traffic, heading for home.

I walked into the front door of the apartment we shared and tossed my keys on the counter. Petty had left a note:

"Alex: Went ahead to get set up, meet me there at 7:30 okay? And don't get lost this time," the note said.

I smiled to myself and peeled off my shirt, heading for the cramped sole bathroom of the apartment to take a shower. I turned on the water, letting it heat up while I walked to the bedroom and took out a change of clothes: something fairly nice, but not too dressy, for Petty's performance tonight. I chose a maroon muscle shirt that hung around my biceps rather tightly and a pair of slacks, ditching my uniform of black shorts and a black shirt on the floor. Laying the clothes on the bed, I returned to the shower and stepped in, letting the water wash over me.

Thirty minutes later, I was back in my smelly old car again, the sound of the engine drowning out the radio that barely worked. I glanced from the road to my lap and back to the road again, checking the directions Petty gave me for the coffee shop. It was open mike night, a weekly ritual at the Jumping Java club that Petty had discovered one day while out on her auditions for lead singer or back up singer in many of the bands here in LA. I had been here two or three times since, but because the place was so small and had a very small sign in the window, I had not been able to find it on at least one occasion. My sense of direction was horrible, it always had been.

Finding a spot a few blocks down, I parked the car and walked to the shop, opening the door with a jangle, a set of rusting bells hanging from the top of the door. The smell of the place as overwhelming - a mixture of coffee beans and cigarette smoke, and the overworked ceiling fan of the shop had done little to clear out the haze of said odors from the place. 

At the back of the room was a small "stage". I hesitate to call it a stage because all it really was was a big wooden plank, big enough to hold a speaker and a chair and not much else, it's rickety corners held up by a pair of cement blocks on the left and right hand sides. A lone microphone stood in front of the platform, a pair of tables sitting just a few feet away from the mic. The place was mostly empty, a few tired old hippies and hepcats occupying the corners of the room and a middle aged couple sitting at one of the tables up front. I saw Petty off to the left of the stage, wiring up her small speaker and her electric guitar, making sure all the cords were plugged in correctly and what not.


Hollywood After Dark Ch. 01



Petty wore a dress decorated with sunflowers, her blond hair hanging over her shoulders as she worked, a pair of sneakers on her feet leading down from her long, thin legs. She hadn't noticed me come in, so I simply walked to the front and took a seat at the empty table next to the middle aged couple. They looked a hesitantly at me, perhaps because of my size, but I flashed them an innocent smile and they seemed to relax, the woman especially, her large glasses sliding back on her nose.

Lugging the speaker onto the stage, Petty set it down with a loud thud that made a few people glance up from their conversations, just for a moment. Taking a seat on the chair next to the speaker, she extended her long arm and pulled the microphone down and closer to her. Settling back against the chair, she cleared her throat.

"Ahem. Hi, my name is Petty and I'm here to play a few songs for you," she said. There was a soft, muted clap from the back of the room but otherwise it was quiet as it had been when I walked in. Petty spotted me and flashed me a quick smile, the kind of smile that lovers use to melt each others hearts and then resettled the guitar on her lap.

For the next thirty minutes or so, Petty played a handful of her own songs and a few covers from artists like Joan Jett and Melissa Etheridge, all to modest and polite clapping from the audience. They seemed disinterested in her playing, but I tried to make her feel better by clapping enthusiastically after each song. I looked past the limited vocal range she had and the few times her voice cracked, trying to be as supportive as possible for her. Her singing wasn't exactly bad, but I knew she had a long way to go before she had any hope of a record deal. She was set to launch into another song when I noticed a man dressed in a matching pair of trendy slacks and shirt motioning to her to clear out. He was the owner, a young guy in his twenties probably and though I had seen him a few times before in the place, he had never said a word to me or Petty.

Petty awkwardly looked down at the floor, trying to decide if she wanted to start another song but thought against it, standing up and unplugging her guitar before carrying it and the speaker off stage. I rose from the table and walked over to her, helping her lift the speaker off. Just as soon as she had exited the stage, a balding man with glasses and a book of poetry took her seat, making himself comfortable smugly as he opened the book to read.

"Hey there," I said, leaning down to kiss her head as she squatted in front of the equipment, undoing the wires. "You were great tonight. Better than last week even I think," I said to her.

"Thanks. I blew some notes, I don't know if you noticed or not, but I do appreciate the praise," Petty said, smiling up at me.

"I didn't hear them at all. You were wonderful," I lied, lifting the guitar from over her shoulder and holding it by the neck as she finished unhooking the cables and began to wrap them up around her forearm.

"You think so? I really think I need more practice. But gigs like this are good I guess. I'll make sure to thank the Jumping Java in my liner notes on my album," Petty said wistfully, looking off at nothing in particular.

"Here, let me help you with the speaker. You take the guitar and wires, I'll lug this thing out to my trunk," I said, grunting as I bent down to pick up the tattered speaker, it's cloth covering starting to unravel at the seems. Petty watched me as I lifted it up onto my shoulder, stroking my arm as I held it there and steadied myself.

"I knew I kept you around for something," she said with a smile.

"What? To be your roadie?" I grinned back at her, her lithe body moving quickly in front of me as she walked towards the door to hold it open.

The sun had set outside now, a few harsh rays still filtering through over the horizon in the sun's last gasp at the day as I lugged the speaker to my car. I opened the door for Petty and we climbed in, headed home. On the way there, some dark and looming clouds that had been building through out the day finally opened up, and to the sloshing sound of puddles and mud, we drove home in the rain and late night traffic.

The rain was really coming down when we arrived back at our apartment, and we made a mad dash for the door through the sheets that seemed to be coming without let up. Just from going to the car to the apartment, both Petty and my clothes were pretty well soaked as we walked in the door, puddles dripping around our feet.

"I'm going to take a shower to warm up," Petty said, walking past me, pulling her dress over her head. I watched hypnotically as she removed the dress and her panties, leaving her completely naked as she walked through the living room and around the corner to the bathroom. I wrung out my shirt a little bit and plopped down on the couch, surfing channels while I heard the water running in the bathroom behind me.

I stopped on "Entertainment Tonight", who were doing a piece on Antamount, interviewing Mr. Willis and some actors who were working on projects for the studio. I always liked watching these entertainment shows: I felt as if the celebrities were next door neighbors to me, inviting me into their private lives. The fact that I lived in the same city as many of them also furthered this fact and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as the anchor walked through the same studio I had been in earlier in the day. I was so engrossed by the show that it wasn't until I felt Petty's warm hand on my shoulder that I finally removed my gaze from the television.

Turning around, Petty was naked except for a towel that held her long blond hair up away from her head. Her medium sized breasts were a little flushed from the heat of the water but hung perfectly on her narrow chest and slightly jutting hips, her nipples about the size of a quarter on her breasts and a light shade of pink that melded perfectly with her smooth, tan skin.

"The shower's all yours if you want to take one," she said to me, stroking my shoulder through my wet t-shirt.

"Maybe later. Do you want to come watch this with me?" I asked. 

"Not really," she said softly, tracing her finger down my arm and across to my chest, where she moved her hand and rubbed gently. "I'd rather do something else, if you catch my drift,"

I looked up at her, a lone drop of water dripping down off of her left ear, a few strands of her blond hair poking out from under the towel. In the occasional crack of thunder outside the window in the kitchen, the light cast her body with a soft blue glow that gave her an unearthly look - a creature of flawless beauty, smiling down at me as if from the heavens. 

"I catch it all right," I replied. "And what has brought out this interest all of a sudden, not that I'm really complaining,"

"I don't know. Maybe it was that you clapped the loudest for me tonight, maybe it was the way your big, strong muscles moved my speaker around like it was a baby block. Or maybe it's because I just find delivery men to be incredibly sexy," she cooed at me, stroking my cheek with her hand.

I placed my hand over hers and held it there, looking up at her. "Why Ms. Petty, I believe you are trying to seduce me," I said with a grin, switching my voice to a deep Southern drawl.

"That I am, Mr. Alex. I hope that doesn't upset you," she said, a wicked grin crossing her face, playing along with the accent thing.

"No, not at all," I said to her. "But if that's what the lady wants, that's what the lady is going to get!" I said, jumping up suddenly from the couch and leaping over it. Petty yelped and turned away playfully, running for the bedroom. I padded after her, my wet socks almost causing me to slip as we both laughed and ran into the bedroom. She was about to go for the bed when I dived after her and tackled her by the hips, her firm, tight ass pressed against my chest as we landed with a soft thud on the bed, causing the bed springs to rock.

Petty giggled and rolled over, pretending to force me away.

"Help help," she cried, smiling up at me. "This big strong man is trying to get inside my panties!"

I glanced down between her legs with a grin. "You aren't wearing any panties,"

"Oh my, you are right! Silly me!" Petty said with a laugh. I held myself up over her and began to tickle her sides, making her squirm and laugh with glee as my fingers ran up and down the sides of her warm skin. Her breasts bounced on her chest as she finally gave up the fight and just lay there panting, tears in her eyes from laughing so hard, her chest heaving up and down. The towel around her hair had fallen off in our chase and her wet blond hair spread out in clumps all around her beautiful face, her cheeks red from the laughter.

I leaned down to her lips and kissed her softly, her head rising slightly from the bed to meet the embrace. Our lips touched and our tongues invaded one another, the kiss becoming deeper and hotter by the moment. I moved a hand up to her head and pushed aside an errant strand of hair from her forehead, breaking the kiss to simply look down and marvel at her body: For a girl who didn't work out, she was in great shape. Firm thighs, a flat tummy and a neatly trimmed snatch that was as blond as the hair on her head, the curly puff covering the entrance of her opening.

"I love you Alex," she whispered to me.

"I love you too Petty," I replied, kissing her again. We held our embrace for a moment, her eyes locked with mind. I saw a burning lust deep within them, and I knew from that look that she was anxious to get things going - as was I. Without hesitation, I unbuckled my pants and dropped them to the floor, stepping out of them as my hard cock sprung free, the tip pointing skyward. I wasn't really that big in the dick department - 7 inches, which was something to be proud of I suppose since 6.5 was the average - but I had never heard any complaints by women that I was too small.

Pulling Petty's legs apart gently, I placed her knees up on my shoulders and aligned my hips up with her glistening cunt, a few of the blond hairs wet with her moisture. When I first met her, Petty was a girl who hadn't been too experienced in the sex department, although she had always been able to cum whenever she was fucked. We discovered later on in our relationship that she had an incredibly sensitive clit, one which would make her orgasm after just the slightest bit of attention to the hard little nub. I learned to manipulate this with her and found that just the anticipation and excitement of sex to come was enough to really get her going.

I pressed myself forward onto her, the tip of my prick pressing against her soft and wet channel, feeling her outer lips part for me as I moved inside of her, Petty's lips allowing a soft and low moan to escape from between. She bit down on her lower lip in pleasure as I pushed forward into her more, burying half of my dick inside without much resistance. I felt her calf muscles tighten involuntarily against my shoulders and I knew I had definitely touched on some need she felt inside.

Pulling back slightly, I thrust forward harder into her, making her ass bounce on the bed as the full length of my shaft was enveloped completely inside of her snatch, the warm and wet walls gripping onto me tightly as I held myself inside of her. Petty's eyes were closed tightly and her breathing was becoming quite ragged as I began to fuck her slowly, in and out, always making sure to leave the head of my dick inside and to grind my shaft over her tender and sensitive clit. It didn't take long for Petty to begin to quiver beneath me as I worked in and out of her hot cunt, and I felt the familiar flood of juices inside of her explode like a bursting dam as they came rushing over my cock, her inner walls twitching in excitement. 

My hips rocked back and forth against her legs, her toes and feet swaying around by my head as I pistoned in and out of her. I leaned down and licked her breast, the pink nipple hard and salty underneath my tongue. Petty looked up at me, pure lust taking over her body as she watched my mouth move over her breast and chest, the bed shaking beneath us as I fucked her harder and harder. She mouthed out "faster" to me, a look of determination at reaching another orgasm tightening her face. I complied with her wishes and began to put all my weight into fucking her, my prick moving at a blistering rate as it went from the heat of her tight pussy to the cool air of the bedroom rushing over the base of my shaft to back into her cunt. Moaning tremendously now, Petty's head bounced up and down on the pillow, her arms wrapping around my shoulder to pull me closer and deeper into her. I was sweating wildly now but I didn't care - I could feel my own orgasm building inside of my body, my balls tightening up to deliver their steaming load of jizz. 

Dropping Petty's legs to the bed finally, I moved my hands underneath her ass and lifted her like a twig off of the bed, holding onto her firm ass cheeks tightly as she rocked her hips in time with my prick, lowering and raising herself off it as the sound of her twat squishing filled the air of the room. Glancing down, I saw her clit was exposed slightly, raising itself out of it's hood and just begging to be touched. I grinned to myself and grunted, shifting Petty's weight to one arm while I moved the other down between her legs to rub her clit. She didn't see this coming, her eyes closed tightly and her head resting on my large shoulder, and when my two fingers grasped onto it gently and began to massage the sensitive little piece of flesh, Petty's body jerked so hard upwards that I thought her head would hit the ceiling. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out as a second, more intense orgasm gripped her and she squeezed her legs around my waist tightly, her pussy juice leaking down from her cunt and down both of our legs.

Moving my hand back away from her clit, I put it at the small of her back and lifted and raised her off of my prick hard, each thrust more pronounced than the last as she slid up and down hard on top of me. I could feel my orgasm coming quickly now and I wanted to savor the feeling of her hot, sticky cunt around my shaft as long as possible before pulling out (that was the last thing we needed, a screaming mouth to feed).

Petty was like a limp rag doll, her head swaying on her shoulders and her face slack with worn out bliss, a small smile on her face as I slid her up and down one final time before quickly putting her on the bed. Petty's eyes opened as I jerked my cock and she dutifully got on her knees in front of me, her mouth open and her small tongue extended as she prepared to take my load.

I gripped the base of my cock hard and then grunted loudly as the first stream of cum shot out, missing Petty's mouth but leaving a long white streak down her left cheek that ended in her blonde hair. The second shot didn't go quite as far, but I did manage to get it squarely into her mouth, the white fluid coating her tongue and her bottom lip. I jerked my cock hard and sprayed two more shots, these hitting her right by her nose and on her chin, coating most of her face in my shiny, sticky cum. I pulled my prick a little more, getting the last little bit of cum to ooze out of the tip of my dick, feeding this last drop to Petty. She licked it off with the tip of her tongue, then used her hand to wipe away all the excess cum she could scrape up off her face, putting the coated and dripping fingers into her mouth before swallowing the entire load with one giant gulp.

She reclined back lazily on the bed for a moment as I caught my breath, a lone drop of cum still managing to dribble out and onto the bottom of the bed sheet. I crawled into bed next to her and laid there stroking her stomach for a moment before she got up to go clean up in the bathroom. Stretching, I put my arm behind my head and reached over to the remote to flip on the television, seeing what was on.

Petty emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, wearing a white cotton robe that was extremely low cut in the breast area and very short at the start of her thighs. She had a cigarette in her hand - a habit I detested, but couldn't deny her since she only seemed to smoke after sex. Besides, the long white stick looked incredibly sexy in her hand, the bluish smoke billowing up from her mouth as she exhaled gently. 

Reaching into a bedside table to remove an ashtray, Petty set it on her naked stomach as she enjoyed her cigarette, her cheeks billowing in tightly as she sucked on the little white stick, the hot embers casting a slight bit of light into the dark room. Without saying a word, she reached back into the drawer and pulled out a small baggie, containing two joints of pot and a little bit more of the drug filling up the bottom of the bag. She took one final deep drag on her cigarette and lit a joint for herself, handing the other one to me, along with the lighter.

While I was opposed to her smoking (it will kill you after all), I found nothing wrong with a little bit of grass every now and then, and took a couple of quick hits myself on my joint, the acrid smoke filling my lungs as I held it in long and deep. I finally released the smoke from my mouth, it's ashy contents dissipating in the air along with the smoke from Petty's own joint. Leaning back on the bed, we smoked for a few minutes and talked about her career and work and all that, enjoying the buzz and euphoric feeling of the marijuana as it relaxed my body completely. I grew sleepy from the work of the day and after disposing of the smoked joints, Petty and I turned off the light and went to sleep, her body pressed close to mine as I drifted off into the unconscious world of dreams.

The next morning, I awoke with a start to the sound of the phone ringing out in the living room. At first I thought I had been hearing things - it was only 6:54 in the morning after all - but after rubbing my eyes the ringing continued so I lifted the sheets off of myself and hustled out to the living room to grab it before it stopped ringing, Petty barely stirring in the bed as I slid out.

"Hello?" I said into the mouthpiece, my voice a little raspy and hoarse from the pot the night before.

"Alexander Hilt please," a curt, precise voice said on the other line.

"Speaking," I said with a yawn.

"Mr. Hilt, my name is Gordon Hapsboro and I am calling from Antamount Pictures Inc," the voice said. I felt my heart leap into my throat - had they found my script?

"Yes," I said, trying to keep my voice from quivering a bit. "How can I help you?"

"You quite covertly left a screenplay in the office of our CEO, Mr. Willis, yesterday when I believe you were delivering some packages for Mr. Willis. The night maid found the screen play and gave it to Mr. Willis late last night," Hapsboro said.

There was no point in denying it, so I simply fessed up to it. "Yes, I did. I know it's a sneaky way to handle things and all but," I said, but was cut off.

"We would like to talk to you about your script. Do you have representation?" Hapsboro said, obviously too busy to listen to me try and explain myself.

I paused for a moment. "No, not as of yet. I represent myself currently but if that's a problem then,"

"No problem Mr. Hilt, we just wanted to make sure to contact the appropriate parties regarding this issue. Antamount would like to arrange a meeting with you and your representation, should you receive any, sometime this afternoon. Will this be convenient for you?" Hapsboro said. His voice was dull and unexcited, the exact opposite of the thudding my heart was going through over the fact that my half-baked scheme worked.

"I believe I can come by today, yes. What time did you have in mind?" I asked.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 01



"2:00, here at Antamount," Hapsboro said.

Fuck, I thought to myself. Right in the middle of my delivery schedule. Maybe if I leave now and start delivering right away...

"That will be fine. Should I ask for Mr. Willis when I arrive?" I said.

Hapsboro laughed loudly into the phone, a snooty and mocking shrill noise that seemed to come more from a chicken than from a man. "No, Mr. Willis can't be bothered with amateur screen writers. You will be speaking with me. Now, I really must be going so I will see you later this afternoon," he said.

I was set to reply, but he hung up and a dial tone filled my ear as I stood there holding the phone, wondering if all that really had happened. I set the phone back on the receiver and just stood there for a moment, still in shock. Absently, I pinched my arm to see if I was awake or dreaming - it hurt, so I must be awake. I walked back in a daze towards the bedroom and robotically started going to the closet to get out my work uniform, my mind going a mile a minute.

My conversation had evidently woken Petty up, because she was sitting up in bed rubbing her eyes, her breasts barely covered by the bed sheet as she scratched the top of her head and straightened out her hair.

"Who was that on the phone?" she yawned.

I turned away from the closet, the clothes over my arm. "A Mr. Hapsboro from Antamount Pictures, Inc. He was setting up a meeting with me today," I said, my voice dull and emotionless, not unlike that of Hapsboro himself.

Petty just blinked at me. "What?"

I proceeded to tell her the story of yesterday's events, and how I had managed to put the script down just before I got busted by the secretary. With each emerging detail, Petty's smile broadened on her cute face until she was like a giggling school girl, riveted by every word I said.

"Holy shit! So you mean you're screen play may actually get made? Alex, do you know what this MEANS?" she said excitedly.

"It means I need to get going to work so I can get my deliveries done before the meeting," I said to her, leaning down and kissing her on the forehead before walking to the bathroom for a quick shower. Shutting the door, I could hear her giggling and laughing to herself, something she did when I knew she was incredibly excited about something.

I showered quickly, and was amazed to find when I got out that Petty had gotten out of bed and actually made me breakfast - nothing fancy mind you, just some waffles and juice - but the gesture was certainly appreciated. Normally I was up before her so early that we rarely saw each other at night, and that was mostly just to watch television or go to a concert. Thus, this breakfast was something special I felt, and with the added bliss from the meeting looming, the day was off to a great start. I ate the food in just a few bites and kissed Petty good by, heading off into the morning traffic to get to work and get started on the deliveries. Traffic was lighter than when I usually left, the fading digital clock in my car giving a read out of only 8:07. Zooming along the freeway, I knew that the day would drag until 2:00, but I tried to think of other things to take my mind off of it.

Arriving at work, the part-time immigrants who normally loaded up the truck watched me hesitantly as I whipped into the parking lot, hustling towards the front door. To my surprise, it was locked - Jose must not get there much earlier then me, I thought to myself. I walked over to the workers who were loading up the trucks, three Mexican guys who were already sweating and panting as they talked amongst themselves in Spanish. I stood there watching them as they finished loading up the truck and wasted no time climbing into it to get off to work. The traffic had started to pick up already, in spite of the fact that I was actually almost an hour early in getting my deliveries going. 

Zooming around the city all morning long, I actually managed not to feel nervous or excited about the meeting with Antamount - between the morons in the rest of the cars out on the road and rude (or, conversely, very cute) secretaries, it was really just like any other morning. However, sitting at a stop light I happened to glance over and see the time on a bank clock: 12:34. 

Fuck! I only had an hour and a half till the meeting, I thought to myself. A wave of nervous anxiousness washed over me, making my mind go into overdrive as I tried to ration out my time between getting to Antamount, getting changed to look nice and finishing the morning deliveries. I floored it as the light changed, shuttling quickly between deliveries. As the 2:00 time grew closer and I still had half a dozen packages in my truck, I was torn between trying to get them done later and getting to the meeting. I chose the former and headed to Antamount Studios.

I was rather dirty and smelly from the job, but I changed clothes in the back of my truck and cleaned myself up as best as I could as I walked into the lobby of their building. Going up to the third floor, I found my hands shaking with anticipation of the meeting. The same secretary was behind her desk as the day before, but she obviously didn't recognize me as I approached her desk and stood there waiting for her to hang up the phone.

"Yes, can I help you?" she said.

"I have a meeting with Mr. Hapsboro, 2:00. My name is Alex Hilt," I replied.

"One moment please, I will page him," she said. I watched her dial his extension and her nonplussed reaction as she told him that I had arrived. I stood awkwardly for a moment, not saying anything to the secretary or to anyone who passed by in the hallway. A man approached me from the back of the office, a smile on his face.

"Hello, I'm Gordon Hapsboro. You must be Alexander Hilt," he said. He was a middle aged man, with silvery gray hair pulled back behind his head in a ponytail. The skin on his face was tight and dark from too much sun exposure, and I noticed that he carried himself with a limp, the expensive looking suit he wore swaying on his medium build. He extended his hand and I shook it, amazed a bit to find his hand not only cold, but his shake and grip rather limp in my large hand.

"Please, follow me. Rosalyn, I'll be in a meeting for a while, so please send all my calls to voice mail," he said to the secretary as we walked past.

"Yes Mr. Hapsboro," she said, not even glancing up.

I don't really know what I was expecting the meeting setting to be - perhaps a room filled with a long conference table and oversized chairs, executives and higher up studio heads busily chatting as we would walk into the room. I expected to be overwhelmed with praise and questions, comments about the screen play and a general enthusiasm over the script.

It was an understandable let down then when Hapsboro led me into a small, cramped room with a small round table and two chairs inside, the walls only a few inches from the table. Hapsboro gestured for me to take a seat and I took the far one across the table, barely managing to squeeze my large frame between the wall and the table itself, the chair creaking a bit as I sat down.

Hapsboro took a seat across from me and folded his hands out in front of him.

"Now, you told me over the phone that you have no representation?" he asked, smiling at me politely. I shifted a little uncomfortably in my chair, embarrassed slightly by the question and the lack of an agent on my part.

"Yes, that's right. But if it's a problem, I'm sure I can find one," I said to him.

"That won't be necessary, unless you feel overwhelmed by contracts and all that. However, if you haven't done it already, I would personally suggest joining the Screenwriters Guild. I am a bit of a screen writer myself and they are great should you get in a corner. But if anyone here asks, I told you to do no such thing," he said with a laugh. His voice was that same shrill tone that I remembered over the phone and I gritted my teeth hard at the sound, turning the grimace into a smile.

"Anyways...the cleaning staff found the script in Mr. Willis' office and put it on his desk late last night, thinking it was one of his projects. He leafed through it and was impressed by what he read, and that's when I got involved," Hapsboro said. 

A chill ran down my back at the thought of such a powerful man even giving a slight look to my years of blood, sweat and tears work, but Hapsboro quickly deflated it.

"I read it this morning over a cup of coffee and while I personally found it to be tired and clichéd and drastically needing work, I must simply comply with Mr. Willis' wishes," Hapsboro said.

"Did Mr. Willis want to see it get made?" I asked, holding my breath slightly at the question.

"Yes, he said that we could probably squeeze it in for a Spring release, barring any difficulties. I've sent the script to the editing department and they are working on changing some things around, character names and all that. They should have a finalized copy in a few weeks, and at that point we will start casting for it, looking for a director, etc," Hapsboro said.

I felt dizzy - this wasn't a dream, the script was actually going to be made into a movie!

"So...what does that mean now?" I asked.

"For the time being, nothing. If the editing department can't salvage something workable out of it then I'm afraid we have to pass on the script. Until they come back with something workable, it's all up in the air. However, Mr. Willis took a slight liking to it and I know that if he really wants the thing to get made, he will bust heads to make it happen," Hapsboro replied, leaning back in the chair as he picked at something in his tooth.

"This might sound callous of me for asking, but what about financial reimbursement?" I said.

"Not callous at all Mr. Hilt," Hapsboro laughed. Boy was that starting to get on my nerves. "I like a man who puts his pocketbook first. When shooting begins and we officially green light it, we will have another meeting with accounting and determine what fee is deserved of you and what screen credit to get, that sort of thing," 

"That sounds good. Is there anything else I need to know? Will I be working with you directly?" I asked.

"Yes, for the time being I will be your contact here at Antamount. We will contact you when we know more about the status of the project," Hapsboro replied, standing up from the desk. "Here, let me give you my card,"

He reached into his lapel pocket and pulled out a small leather case. Flipping it open, he pulled out an ivory colored business card and handed it to me. It had the Antamount logo on it, an old style projection reel with a bright triangle of light extending from the lens. Beneath that was his name, title, phone number and email address. However, in the bottom right of the card, I noticed a small symbol. It was strange, because it was something I had never seen before: a circle with prongs sticking out from the north, south, east and west points of the circle itself. In the middle was what looked like a cross between a slanted Z and a lightning bolt. The symbol wasn't printed on the card exactly, more like embossed, and if the light hadn't caught it I probably wouldn't have even noticed it.

I opened my mouth to say something about it but he spoke first, and the thought slipped my mind.

"You seem like a good man Alex, that's why I'd like to extend an invitation to you to come to a small party Mr. Willis is throwing tonight at his mansion. It's very exclusive and very private, but if I were in your position then I would be very honored to be invited. Mr Willis likes to meet all the people involved with projects here at the studio so this would be a perfect opportunity to introduce the two of you. His home is up in the hills, see Rosalyn on your way out for directions," Hapsboro said, opening the door to the office.

"Is it alright if I bring my girlfriend along? She would love something like this," I asked, shaking Hapsboro's hand again by my own iniative.

Hapsboro seemed to think for a moment. "Hmm...perhaps it's best that you not. Mr. Willis is terrible with names and I'm sure that one more face would just confuse him!" Hapsboro said, turning my question into a playful laugh.

"Not a problem, just thought I would ask. As you can tell, this sort of thing is pretty out of the ordinary for me," I said.

"I can understand. But in your current line of work, I'm sure you meet all sorts of interesting people," he said as we walked out towards the exit of the floor. This comment struck me as odd because I had never told him what I did. Perhaps the secretary had told him when she saw me the day before...

"Listen, I must be going. I'll see you tonight at the party Alex. And dress sharp...Mr. Willis is a stickler for appearance," Hapsboro called, vanishing off down a hallway. I waved goodbye and went to the secretary's desk. After waiting for a few minutes and convincing her that I really WAS invited to the party, she reluctantly scribbled down some directions to Willis' house up above the city. I thanked her and walked to the elevator calmly, waiting on the doors to shut.

As the metallic sliding clicked and the elevator began to descend, I could no longer contain my enthusiasm and yelled out "YES!!!" loudly in the elevator, pumping my arm at my side in excitement. Glancing up, I saw a video camera in the top corner of the elevator and immediately restrained myself, straightening out my clothes and putting on a calm persona.

I exited the building quickly and climbed into my truck, speeding off to finish the afternoon deliveries. I didn't say a word when I returned to Jose's, which was probably for the better because he was yelling at someone very loudly in Spanish when I walked in to drop off the keys. I headed home, my mind whirling from the thoughts of fame and fortune that had just yesterday seemed like a pipe dream but today were actually happening. Glancing down at the directions the secretary gave me, I saw that the party was supposed to start at 9:00, which meant I should get there around 9:30, in order to be fashionably late and not seem overeager in arriving. This would give me enough time to pick out what to wear (I had an old tuxedo from a friend's wedding that would probably look good for this occasion) and to tell Petty the details of the meeting.

Opening the apartment door as I arrived home, I found Petty standing there waiting for me, nibbling on her thumbnail excitedly as I walked in, giving me a huge smile that seemed to light up the room.

"Tell me all about it," she said.

We sat down on the couch and I explained the entire thing to her, from Hapsboro's appearance all the way down to the details about the film being made. She was beside herself with excitement, gasping and laughing as I recounted the details. As I finished the story, she leaned back on the couch and shook her head in amazement.

"I knew that there was something special about you Alex, from the first time we met," she said.

"You're not so bad yourself," I replied, kissing her lightly on the lips. She returned the kiss with vigor and started to reach her hands down to pull off my shirt. I leaned away from her and stood up.

"Hey hey, not right now. I can't. There's one more thing I forgot to tell you, and I don't know why because it's the best part. Hapsboro invited me to a party at Mr. Willis' house tonight, up in the hills," I said to her.

"You should have told me that when you came in! I need to go get ready right away!" Petty said, jumping up from the couch to head into the bedroom.

"Wait, Petty. The thing is," I said, hesitating. She stopped in her tracks and pivoted on her foot to look at me. "Well, you aren't exactly invited,"

A look of immense disappointment washed over her face and for a moment, I thought she was going to cry. She managed to compose herself though as she looked at me. "I'm not?"

I rushed over to her to console her. "Hey, baby, listen! The thing is, Hapsboro said that Willis is horrible with names and that the more people that show up at his parties, the harder it is for him to get to know anyone. I asked if you could come, you have to believe me on that. But Hapsboro said no," I said to her, trying to cushion the blow as best as I could.

"What kind of dick invites a man but not his girlfriend? What if I was your wife, would that make any difference?" she asked. Her voice was starting to rise and I knew if I didn't diffuse her quickly this could turn into a nasty argument. 

"Look honey, I don't make the rules ok? I don't want to go against Hapsboro's wishes on an opportunity like this. Believe me, if the movie gets made there will be plenty of opportunities for you to come along as my date. I'm sure that you would be the most beautiful woman there too, even in a room full of movie stars," I said to her, rubbing her arm gently.

Petty bit her lower lip for a moment, her brow furrowed as she thought about this.

"Well, I don't like it. It just seems so...weird. But because I love you, I'll go along with this. Just promise me you will try to get me to be able to come later on. Promise me that," she said.

"I promise," I replied, kissing her on the forehead. "I need to go get ready now though. Can you help me see if that tuxedo I have still fits?"

"Of course. You want to look your best for your new boss," she said with a smirk. I took her hand and we walked into the bedroom, her heading to the closet and myself heading for the shower to get cleaned up.

I arrived at Willis' mansion at 9:42, a little bit later than I had originally anticipated but still early enough to not miss anything important. I pulled into the driveway and a valet came out to greet me. It was obvious by the look on his face that he did not approve of my car at all. I rolled down the squeaky driver side window and stuck my head out to talk to him.

"Sir, I'm afraid this is a private residence. I'm going to have to ask you to leave," the man said curtly. I was a bit offended by this remark, as he could quite clearly see my tuxedo from outside the car.

"I was invited," I said, gritting my teeth at him. "Call Mr. Hapsboro,"

The man rolled his eyes at me and walked over to a small phone by the front door. Picking it up, he waited for a moment and then began talking. He nodded his head a few times and then replaced the phone. As he came back to me, he was all smiles.

"I apologize sir, please go right on in," he said, bowing slightly. I stepped out of the car and handed him the keys. Walking towards the heavy wooden doors of the mansion, I heard him start it up behind me, the engine backfiring as it made a loud gunshot like noise. I smiled at this and opened the door in front of me slowly.

I was completely floored by the mansion's interior. In high ceilings above me, there hung two huge glass chandeliers, whose segments glittered in the light of the room. Scanning the rest of the room, I saw a large sweeping staircase off to the right of the room and large paintings of abstract art hanging on the wall above the steps. The main room was very crowded, people talking and moving around with one another like busy little ants. There was a small orchestra playing next to the staircase and the music fluttered up lightly from it, wafting in over the sound of the many conversations taking place.

I closed the door behind me and as my eyes adjusted to the light, I scanned the room for any familiar faces - specifically Hapsboro's. I didn't see him, but that didn't stop me from looking at all the people there. I couldn't even begin to count all of the celebrities there - actors, politicians, athletes, musicians - this was definitely an "A" list crowd and outside of a major awards ceremony I doubted that so many powerful, talented people had ever been in one room at a time.

After spotting the male faces, I started to notice the women. It was the most bizarre thing: while the men were all high caliber men of power and esteem, all of the women seemed like nobodies or barely recognizable actresses. The term B-Movie actress seemed to fit pretty well. This was more the rule than the exception though, as I did happen to spot Halle Berry and Julia Roberts and a few other award winners. The ratio was also quite peculiar of men to women. At most parties I had been at, there was often times 5 guys for every 1 girl. Here though, it seemed as if every man had a woman on his arm and there wasn't a single woman standing alone in the entire place. 




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 01



A butler approached me and offered to take my coat from me, to which I complied and handed it over to him, where he whisked away to put into a closet. I stood there for a moment just watching people before noticing Hapsboro approaching me from my right. He had a cute young girl on his arm, and she looked familiar - possibly from a television commercial or something.

"Mr. Hilt, glad you could make it! Please, don't just stand there, come with me and get a drink," Hapsboro said, hooking his arm under my own. I followed him over to the bar, where the bartender was busy working overtime to keep up with the flow of liquor for all the guests. Hapsboro grabbed a pair of champagne glasses, handing one to me as he sipped from his own.

"I just love coming to Mr. Willis' parties. You always see and meet such interesting people here. And though the night starts out with a roomful of strangers, I always feel like by the time I leave I know them all as intimately as I would know my own brother. Have you ever experienced that before Mr. Hilt?" Hapsboro asked.

I took a swig from my glass. "No, I'm afraid I haven't. This whole experience is a bit overwhelming to me," I said.

"Ah, yes, I can understand that. I was the same way at first. But you are part of the Antamount family now, or rather you will be soon. You should relax and enjoy yourself Mr. Hilt, you are now part of something special," Hapsboro said. I thought he was going to say more, but someone across the room caught his attention and he turned away from me, smiling at the person and nodding his head in a laugh.

A man stumbled up to me, obviously drunk, his face bright red and his hair all tossled. He leaned against me, almost toppling me over as I caught him. He looked up at me and began to talk in a very loud voice.

"It's a scam! Don't you see! The whole damn system is a scam! And the whole lot of ya are scammers!" he mumbled to me, steadying himself against me, yet somehow managing to keep a drink in his hand. Hapsboro took the man's arm off of me roughly and pushed him back a bit as the man teetered on his feet.

"Don't mind old Charlie here, he does this sort of thing. Gets drunk and then just starts talking and talking," Hapsboro said with some disdain. "When he sobers up in the morning he won't remember a word of it," Hapsboro glanced over Charlie and motioned with his hand to someone across the room. Suddenly two quite large men approached and hooked their hands under Charlie's armpits, lifting him quite literally off his feet.

"I think Charlie has had too much to drink fellas, see that he gets home safely won't you? I'm sure his wife would be worried sick about him," Hapsboro said casually, flicking his wrist slightly in a gesture to get the men to take Charlie away. Charlie had shut up when they approached him and now hung his head down as they carried him across the floor.

Hapsboro sighed heavily, but his face lit up a moment later. 

"There's Mr. Willis over there. Come with me, I'll introduce you to the man himself," Hapsboro said. I followed him across the room, stepping between couples standing around talking, and passing a large circle of men who had stood to gather and listen to Annette Benning tell a story. As the crowd thinned out a bit, I recognized Wilton Willis himself standing there, nursing a glass of wine in one hand and a group of two or three women standing close to him, his other arm around one of their shoulders.

I was very nervous as I approached him, as just his presence in the room seemed to be intimidating. He was a tall, thin man of about the mid 60s range, with snow white hair and a rounded glasses that were just slightly wider than his eyes themselves. His cheeks had a natural blushing to them and he looked like a kindly grandfather as he stood there entertaining the women. His bright blue eyes stayed locked on his audience as he spoke, his full and complete attention given to them. I of course knew better than to trust his gentle act - if even half of the things reported in the trade magazines were true, he was not a man you would want to be on the bad side of.

Hapsboro cut through the crowd deftly and made room for him and myself to garner Mr. Willis' attention. Mr. Willis smiled at the women and turned to us, although the women still seemed to hang around.

"Mr. Willis, this is Alexander Hilt, the man who wrote that screenplay the maid found?" Hapsboro said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

Willis looked puzzled for a moment, as if trying to recall. When I extended my hand though, the look vanished and he shook it warmly.

"Please, call me Alex. It's an honor to meet you Mr. Willis. I admire you so much and I just want to take the opportunity to," I said, but Willis raised his hand to cut me off.

"Not necessary. Your work, from what I read, was quite good. I look forward to the results that the screenplay department will bring back to me so that I can hopefully greenlight the project," Willis said kindly. His piercing blue eyes, as light as the mid-afternoon sky, locked on my own and I couldn't find the strength to avert them.

"Thank you sir. I too hope we can work together. This is a lovely home you have. So elegant," I said, trying to make conversation in order to establish myself better in his memory.

"Ah, it's nothing. You should see my home abroad. I recently purchased a 10th century brownstone mansion in...never mind, it's not important. I notice that you are unaccompanied tonight mister uhh..." Willis said, trailing off.

"Hilt," I said. "And yes, my girlfriend was unable to make it tonight, she was," I said, glancing at Hapsboro. He shook his head lightly at me, indicating that I not tell Willis that she wasn't invited.

"She was feeling a bit under the weather. Maybe you will get to know here acquaintance someday," I said to him.

"Yes, hopefully so. However, that does not mean that you should be alone tonight. There are plenty of wonderful women here tonight who I am sure would love to get to know such a talented man as yourself," Willis said. I noticed his eyes roam over me as he sized me up a bit. His voice paused for a second. "Yes, yes, I think I know the perfect date for you Mr. Hilt. She's a vibrant girl, and quite a rising property here in this mess of Hollywood of ours. Hapsboro, won't you go and fetch Katherine? Assuming she isn't busy entertaining one of our other guests?" Willis said.

"I will sir. Excuse me for a moment," Hapsboro said, darting away from the conversation. I stood there awkwardly, not quite sure what else to say to Mr. Willis. I didn't really feel that I needed any woman by my side tonight, unless it was Petty, but I wasn't going to say "no" to a man of Willis' stature. He smiled at me for another moment and then turned his attention back to a petite redhead that he had been talking to when I approached him. 

"So, you say you want to be in film hmm? Well, that's delightful," I overheard Willis say. Shifting away from me, I took it that the conversation was closed and turned myself around to watch the party guests.

A few minutes later, my glass of champagne mostly empty, Hapsboro came bustling through the crowd, a blonde girl walking swiftly in front of him.

"Alex, this is Katherine. She will show you around the mansion and I'm sure will make great company for you tonight. She was hand picked by Mr. Willis to act in some of the companies smaller projects and is a delightful girl," Hapsboro said, standing next to her.

Katherine was a medium heighted blond woman, with an adorable smile and a flawless body. She wore a black sequined dress that hung to her mid-calve level and a pair of tautly pulled spaghetti straps clung tightly to her shoulders, enclosing in the material below a pair of quite large breasts, sticking proudly from her narrow figure.

"A pleasure to meet you. Would you like me to show you around?" Katherine said softly. I noticed Hapsboro nod behind her and then disappear into the crowd again.

"Yes, that would be wonderful, thank you," I said to her. She took my hand in her own and we walked to the edge of the crowd, headed towards the staircase. Katherine led me by the hand as we approached the first steps, but once we had risen a few she began to walk beside me.

"So, Mr. Hapsboro says that you are a screenwriter? That is pretty rare at a party like this, given how exclusive Wilton is about his guest list," Katherine said to me. Her brown eyes sparkled from the light of the overhanging chandelier as we walked each step slowly, her small hand pressing tightly against my own.

"Yes. I was a bit sneaky and put my script in Mr. Willis' office the other day when I was uh," I said, pausing over my embarrassment at my current job. "When I was delivering a package. I'm a delivery man by day, screenwriter by night," I said laughing it off so as not to feel so awkward.

"That must be why you are so big and strong and in such good shape. A job like that must be very taxing," Katherine said, furrowing her brow a bit as she nodded her head, trying to look sympathetic. We came to the end of the stairs and I was amazed at how quiet the second floor was. The din of the party barely floated up to this marginal height, and I could see all the heads beneath us, milling about as they talked and drank with one another.

Katherine's hand brushed my arm and I, out of reflex, jumped a bit at her soft touch. I glanced away from her for a moment in another fit of embarrassment.

"Sssoo...how long have you worked for Mr. Willis?" I said, changing the subject.

"Well, I wouldn't say that I work for him but he did give me a pretty big career break. I met him a few months ago at a party like this one, my friend Ali introduced us. Since then, my life has been a pretty big whirlwind of parties like this, movie premieres and roles on television shows," Katherine said.

This raised my interest. "Have you been in anything I might have seen before?" I asked.

"Well, did you ever see the show 'Roswell'? I starred on that as Isabel Evans..." Katherine said, trailing off. It suddenly hit me who she was.

"You're Katherine Heigl aren't you?" I asked, a little dumbfounded that I didn't realize it at first. I knew she looked familiar, and I had actually seen 'Roswell' a few times, but I guess I never put two and two together.

"That's me," she said. "But anyways...enough about what I do, here follow me in here. I want to show you this room," she said, opening a door to her left about midway down the hall.

I walked in behind her as she turned on a light switch. The room lit up in bright light, and as my eyes adjusted I took in everything that was there. It was a very large bedroom, with a raised bed in the middle of the room, directly beneath a large window whose curtains were only drawn slightly. Over in the corner was a couch and a television, not to mention a very expensive looking sound system. Though no light was on in there, I also saw a gold plated looking bathroom off to the side, the light dancing off the fixtures of a sink and a whirlpool tub. Katherine walked further into the room and then stopped, standing in front of the bed.

"This is Willis' guest room. It's where he brings all his girlfriends and mistresses when his wife is away traveling," Katherine said, running her hand lazily over the soft bed spread of the massive bed. "Here, come feel how soft this is,"

I walked over to her as she sat down on the bed. Taking a seat beside her, I ran my hand over the material - it was like silk, only much thicker. It must have been a very expensive imported fabric of some kind, as I had never seen or touched anything like it in my life.

Katherine scooted closer to me as I glanced down at the bed. When I looked back up at her, she wasted no time in leaning in against me tightly, planting her soft lips on my own, her breasts pressing tightly against my chest as she forced her tongue into my mouth almost hurriedly. I was shocked by this and broke the kiss immediately, standing up from the bed.

"What the hell was that?" I asked, rubbing my hand over my lips. I could still feel her warm breath on them.

"That was a kiss. Didn't you like it? Oh God, you aren't gay are you?" Katherine said, whining a little bit.

"No, I'm not gay. But I mean...shit, isn't that a little forward of you?" I said to her. She smiled and I watched a little awestruck as she slid her fingers over her shoulders and unhooked her dress, pulling first one side and then the other down her shoulders and arms, exposing her quite ample chest to me. Her nipples were a dark pink color, the tips only slightly brown in comparison to her otherwise pale and firm breasts.

"I don't think it's forward at all. Unless you have a problem with it?" she said to me seductively. She rose up from the bed and walked over to stand in front of me, her nipples just inches away from my chest.

"I...I can't. I have a girlfriend and she..." I said weakly as I felt Katherine press herself against me, this time no mistaking the heat radiating from her body. She moved her hand around my neck and pulled my face close, kissing me softly again.

"And I have a boyfriend. But don't worry, they will never know. You're in with us now and this is just one of the benefits of working with Mr. Willis," she said softly to me, her pouty lips trembling a bit as she spoke.

I was a bit confused. "What do you mean 'with us now'?" I asked.

"Shh...it's not important," Katherine said, kissing my neck gently. Her touch sent chills down my spine and I could feel a growing bulge in my pants, pressing up against Katherine's warm stomach. "Just relax and enjoy it," she whispered.

Her kisses on my neck continued until she hit the collar of my tuxedo. Her nimble hands quickly removed it and began to unbutton my shirt, throwing open the material in no time. Her smooth palms ran over my chest as she hooked her fingers into my pants and undid the zipper and button, pulling them down to my ankles, boxers and all. My hard cock sprung free, bouncing obscenely in the air between us. Katherine saw it and pressed herself against me, the head of my dick hard against her dress. She gave my chest a soft kiss, right over my rapidly thumping heart and then dropped to her knees in front of me.

If I had any willpower to resist before, it was fading fast. I tried to think of Petty, of what cheating on her would mean if she found out, but every time I tried to convince myself to make Katherine stop, the quicker my mind was at coming up with perfect excuses NOT to get her to quit. "She'll never know...She would do the same thing in your position...you still love her..." my mind said to me as I felt Katherine grasp onto my cock, jerking it lightly as she held it out in front of her mouth, waiting to descend upon it. I clung to the fact that I DID love Petty tightly, repeating the thought over and over in my head as I felt Katherine's mouth move first from the tip of my shaft all the way down to the base, her small cheeks billowing out slightly as she took my length into her warm mouth.

I gasped in pleasure as I felt her close her lips tightly around my meat, her tongue racing up and down my shaft as she jerked me from the base with one hand and fondled my balls with the other. Katherine sucked hard on my prick, bobbing her head up and down as she applied an amazing amount of suction to my shaft. I was panting in excitement now, glancing down to see Katherine's head moving back and forth over me, her hot and tiny mouth pulling on my foreskin and coating my entire dick with her saliva. Katherine glanced up at me, her brown eyes locking my own - she looked amazingly beautiful and innocent with my prick moving in and out of her mouth, the tip pressing against the back of her throat seemingly with every downward motion she did. The look in her eyes was one of pleasure, one of lust and it made me shudder just to look at her like that.

Instinctively, I moved my hand down to her head and wrapped a few strands of her golden hair around my hand, guiding her by the head as she moved up and down on my cock. I pulled her tightly against me, her mouth swallowing all of my dick as I held her nose against my stomach, the end of my shaft pressing against the soft flesh of the back of her throat. Katherine breathed heavily through her nose and gently pulled back on my shaft with her mouth, until just the tip remained. 

She let my cock slide from her lips, a dot of precum sticking to her bottom lip as she lifted my prick in her hand and began to lick the underside with her tongue, the tip racing down the thick vein that bulged from the base. She moved her mouth down to my balls and sucked them into the wet bliss of her mouth, sucking and slurping on them gently as she held them there, her tongue licking back and forth right beneath them. Katherine was certainly very qualified at doing this, as it had to count as one of the best blowjobs I had ever had, but the best was amazingly still to come.

Releasing my tight sac from her mouth, Katherine greedily swallowed down on my entire prick again. Her nose was just an inch or so from my chest as she began to suck incredibly hard on my shaft, the thickness of it not allowing for much movement at all as she rotated the sensitive skin back and forth with her tongue. Pulling back towards the head of my dick, she licked furiously over the hole in the tip of my cockhead, her tongue teasing and coating the entire head in sticky saliva.

This was more than I could take. Grabbing her head again, I pulled her gently onto my shaft, her whole mouth holding it in as she sucked on me, my impending orgasm just about to arrive. I'd like to say that I imagined that it was Petty doing the sucking, but that would be a lie. The truth is, the excitement of the entire day, the thrill of the party and the absolutely amazing blowjob that Katherine had given was just too much and I knew exactly who I was shooting my load into as the first stream arrived.

Katherine and I locked eyes (though mine were understandably a little squinted from the pleasure) as I felt the first steamy jet shoot out, the bliss of the release almost overwhelming. I shot three or four more long, thick loads into Katherine's mouth, the back of her head held tightly by my head. Katherine obediently swallowed every last drop, not even a single dribble escaping from her lips as I watched her throat muscles work in overtime, the creamy load vanishing down her throat just as soon as it arrived. I felt my orgasm subside and released Katherine's head, stepping back slightly as my cock fell out of her mouth with a pop, and I stumbled backwards into a nearby chair, my body sweaty and heaving from the tremendous orgasm.

Katherine crossed her legs under herself and sat down on the floor, wiping away a small residue of cum that had formed on her lips. I watched as she fixed her hair a bit and then stood up, approaching me.

"Would you like to fuck me Mr. Hilt?" she said seductively, her breasts swaying as she stood over me. I could only nod, my willpower on vacation as she smiled at me. Hooking her thumbs in the side of her dress, she shook her hips a little bit and let the material slide off of her, falling down over her hourglass figure and legs onto the floor beneath her. I was surprised that in addition to not wearing a bra, she didn't have on any panties either.

Katherine took the final step over to me and spread her legs wide as she started to lower herself onto my still hard prick. I took hold of her hips but hesitated again just for a moment.

"Shouldn't we use a condom?" I asked her.

"It's alright, I'm on the pill," she said. Her hands moved on top of mine and pressed down, allowing my grip to loosen as her cunt opened up beneath me, the tip of my cock sliding through the entrance of her wet folds. Katherine watched as my dick disappeared inside of her inch by inch, her naked body glowing in the light of the room. Reaching the end of my 7 inch shaft, Katherine settled all of her weight down on my thighs and immediately began to rock back and forth on top of them.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 01



Her pussy was incredibly tight and warm, the walls soft and slick as I felt my prick brush up inside of her. The end of shaft rested comfortably slightly below her cervix, so that with only a little bit of thrusting I could press myself to the deepest region of her cunt. Rocking her hips back and forth in a sort of circular motion, Katherine began to raise herself up slightly, her hands planted firmly on her thighs to gain some support. With Katherine doing all the work, my hands were free to roam other parts of her body and I immediately went straight for her luscious and large breasts.

I took one in each hand and squeezed them softly, feeling her nipples harden against my palms. They were soft and warm and amazingly heavy, though I could tell right off that they were completely natural and yet still incredibly firm. Her nipples were also quite sensitive, the hard nubs like sharp little erasers as I rubbed my fingers over them. Katherine moaned as I rubbed her breasts, squeezing them and pressing them together and just simply enjoying the size of them in my hands while her tight cunt worked on my dick.

Katherine's hips were moving very fast now, her hands having moved from her thighs to my own as she used the added leverage to lift herself up and down on me, each thrust seeming to be coming at a quicker pace. Katherine's blond hair swayed behind her head as she pressed her lips tightly together to keep too loud a moan of ecstasy from escaping, though soft little whimpers still managed to get out. Katherine's eyes were closed as she worked herself up and down on me, my dick battering against her deepest region as her inner walls squeezed tightly against my manhood.

I released her breasts and moved my hands down to her ass, groping the soft flesh beneath as I lifted Katherine up and down on my dick, her collapse against my chest obvious proof that she was wearing herself out. I ran a finger up between her ass crack, feeling the tight hole of her ass as the tip of my finger pressed against it. I couldn't help the urge to slip it tightly inside of her, the tip of my digit disappearing into her tight anal opening. Katherine gasped loudly and I felt her body shudder, a small orgasm running through her body from the attention being paid to her asshole. 

She leaned heavily against me, her nipples pressing against my own as I slid my prick in and out of her, the shaft coated with her juices as the sound of our fucking filled the room. Katherine's warm breath escaped from her lips in gasps and groans against my muscled chest, her cheek resting against my body as I fucked her harder and harder.

The added lubrication from her cunt made it even easier to slide in and out of her tight crevice and I took advantage of this, holding myself deeper inside of her with every thrust, her outer cuntal lips gripping me tightly as if they didn't want my shaft to ever leave as I moved in and out, always leaving the tip inside of her. I had more control over myself this time, as by now we had been fucking for almost twenty minutes, but feeling her large tits and hard nipples against my body, and the fact that she was a beautiful celebrity laying on top of me overwhelmed my sense as I felt another orgasm approaching. 

I lifted her up so that she was sitting up on top of me, her body swaying back and forth, her tummy rolling and moving with the motions of our lovemaking as I pressed myself as hard as I could inside of her, holding down tightly onto her hips as my orgasm began. This release was no less as strong as the one from earlier in our lovemaking session and I felt the hot eruption of cum blast out of my body and into Katherine's greedy cunt, which seemed to be begging for more cum as I unleashed a torrent inside of her.

The load was so tremendous that a small trickle of our combined juices leaked out from between her legs, running over her red and exposed clit, the maidenhead glimmering in the light as I shot the final stream inside of her body. Katherine groaned in pleasure, her lips mouthing silent words as she dizzily balanced herself on top of me. I continued to thrust in her, pushing more of my cum inside of her as deep as possible until I felt my overworked prick finally start to subside and to grow soft inside of her now stretched out pussy.

Katherine came to rest on my chest again, her arms wrapped around my broad shoulders as I grabbed onto her ass and stood up from the chair, carrying her over to the bed, my prick escaping from inside of her folds as I laid her down on the bed, both of our thighs sticky and wet with juices.

Laying there on the bed for a moment, Katherine's rapid breathing subsided as she relaxed, a hand absently moving to her left breast and giving her nipple a slight tweak, twisting the sensitive flesh in between two of her fingers. I stood over her, my hand down on my cock as I wiped off our cum with my pair of boxers from the floor. Sitting up, Katherine's face was flushed and sweaty, but she smiled up at me as she dangled her legs off of the raised bed. Standing up on shaky legs, she squatted down and picked up her dress, sliding her legs through it as she pulled it up over her body.

She walked over to a mirror across the room and brushed some sweaty hair off from over her eyes and fixed what wasn't already tussled with her hand. She turned around to look at me and leaned back against the wall, her arms wrapped around her waist just slightly beneath her breasts.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" she asked.

"Yes, it was," I said, still in a daze over the fact that this had actually happened. 

"Well, I need to be getting back to the party. I'm sure we will meet again, now that Mr. Willis has taken you under his wing like he did with me," Katherine said, her sultry figure swaying as she walked to the closed door of the room. "See you around,"

And with that, she opened the door and vanished from sight, pulling it closed behind her. I stood there for a moment, just staring at the door in amazement before gathering up the rest of my clothes, fixing myself up and walking out of the room.

Descending the stairs, the thought about what she had meant about being "one of them" returned to my mind and I looked around for Katherine, trying to find her so that I could ask her again. As I stepped off the stairs, I accidentally bumped into Hapsboro.

"So, Hilt, was Katherine a good host? Mr. Willis always speaks so kindly of her, I hope she gave you a good tour," Hapsboro said.

I thought of asking him about what she had said to me, or even to ask if he knew that she was going to just seduce me, but thought better of it.

"Yes, she was. Quite a girl, she might fit in perfectly with the script, if it gets made I mean. I'd love to work with her," I said to him. 

"I'm sure you would. Listen, Mr. Willis sent me around to ask everyone to please start saying goodbyes, as he has an early morning flight in the morning and would like to get some sleep," Hapsboro said.

"Not a problem," I replied. "I was thinking of leaving anyways. But please, if you see Katherine again ask her to get in touch with me. She mentioned something to me that I wanted to ask her about," I replied.

"Will do. Have a good evening Alex," Hapsboro said, walking away from me to go approach a Senator I saw standing over by the bar.

I returned to the front door and asked the butler for my coat, which he produced a moment later, and then I walked out the door. The same valet from when I first arrived spotted me. He nodded in my direction and then walked off down a ramp to go get my car. I stretched a bit as I stood in the air, listening to the sounds of the frogs and insects buzzing around while I waited on the vehicle. He returned a few minutes later and pulled up directly in front of me, handing the keys over without much of a word. I reached into my wallet to tip him, but he declined.

"Please, no. Mr. Willis already pays us well enough and taking tips from guests is against his policy," the valet said. I shrugged and returned my wallet to my pocket, walking over to the driver's side of the car and starting up the loud engine, heading home.

PETTY'S STORY:

These last few weeks have been some of the craziest of my life. The night Alex returned home from the party, he was practically giddy from the excitement. He told me all about Wilton Willis' mansion, about all the stars he saw there, even about the drunk guy who almost knocked him over. I wish I could have went with him, but I guess I can understand Mr. Willis' problems with names. Even though I was jealous, just the sheer recounting of all that happened (Alex told me he wished I was there, as he felt lonely around people with dates) got me incredibly horny. I get off on people with a lot of power, what can I say. We made love until the sun came up that night and it was incredibly good.

Since then, Alex heard back from Antamount a few days later and they approved his script! We were both tremendously excited, as not only was it going to be a huge move for Alex's career, the financial pay off also was quite good. They paid him $100,000 for his script and we cashed the check yesterday. You should have seen the face of the bank teller when we showed her that monster check, it was priceless!

So now I'm sitting here in front of my makeup mirror, putting the final touches on my appearance. I'm wearing a long green dress that I know Alex loves, and that I love too because it shows off my curves and body very well. My breasts aren't exactly huge, but with the right dress any woman can turn her breasts into quite appealing "assets", if you know what I mean. We are going to a celebration dinner tonight with Mr. Hapsboro over the deal being completed. I overheard part of Alex's conversation and it sounds like Mr. Willis might even show up to offer his congratulations. I can hardly wait, as I am dying to get to know someone of his rank and stature in the Hollywood scene.

"You almost ready in there?" I heard Alex call to me outside the bedroom door.

"Just one more minute, then I will be," I replied, fixing my hair one final time. I had it pulled back over my ears, the long blond locks spilling out over my back as I sat there, applying a final coat of lipstick. I smacked my lips together to even it all out and nodded to myself in the mirror, happy with the way I looked.

Walking out of the bedroom, Alex looked stunned.

"Wow, you look great honey," he said to me. I couldn't help but blush - his compliments always did that to me.

"Thanks. Are you ready to go?" I asked.

"Yep, let me grab my keys then we are out of here!" he said, walking over to the front door. I followed him out, his hand giving me a soft pat on my ass as I walked and we headed out of the apartment to the parking lot.

The first thing Alex had done with the money was to buy himself a new car. Nothing fancy, the car was actually used, but it was a late 1990s Lexus and every time I rode in it I felt like a queen. He opened the door for me and I slid in, watching him walk around the car to the driver's side. Starting it up, it purred like a kitten and we were off to Nox, the new and very exclusive restaurant downtown.

We arrived a few minutes later, Alex dressed in a very handsome and becoming sports coat and navy blue slacks, his broad shoulders making him look more like a football player than a soon-to-be-screen-credited writer. He took my hand as we walked inside, the doorman opening the door for us. 

The place was crowded to say the least, and there was a gaggle of people standing by the front door, desperately hoping for a seat or a spot somewhere in the restaurant. The LA Times had raved about the food here at Nox, so I was very excited that I would get a chance to sample some of their cuisine.

"Hi, we are with the Antamount party," Alex said to the greeter. The man, a 20 something with horn rim glasses, glanced at a list and nodded his head in approval.

"Follow me," he said and I fell in step behind Alex, walking past a few tables as the man led us to the back of the restaurant. I couldn't help but notice the celebrities and musicians sitting around each table with their entourage and girlfriends, chatting and drinking wine as they each involved themselves in separate conversations that I could only catch bits and pieces of as I walked. It was all so exciting, to finally be invited into this separate and distinct world from the rest of the "common folk" in Los Angeles.

The greeter opened a folding Japanese screen (odd, since this was supposedly a Greek restaurant) and we stepped through. Alex must have recognized people immediately, because he walked over and began shaking hands, leaving me standing there holding my purse. The only person I did recognize out of the group of four who were already seated was Eliza Dushku, the sultry looking brunette from "Bring it On" and a few other smaller movies that weren't quite hits. I saw her sizing me up a bit and felt myself flush with embarrassment over her glances. 

"Petty, you don't have to stand there, come sit down," Alex called to me. I again blushed as I walked over to him, ever the gentleman by being ready and waiting with a chair for me to sit in across from Eliza.

"Mr. Hapsboro, this is Petty, my girlfriend, I believe I've told you about her," Alex said casually, as if he introduced me to bigwigs all the time.

"Charmed," the man said, taking my hand in his own and kissing the back of my palm lightly. "And please, call me Gordon. Alex, you should have told me that she was so beautiful, I would have insisted she come to Mr. Willis' party that night,"he said.

"I'm sorry, I guess I really should have. But hey, she's here now and unless you have any objections I'm sure she will be more than willing to come to any more invites that you might have," Alex said. A waiter appeared behind us, setting down two glasses of wine for Alex and I. It was red wine, which I normally didn't drink because it went straight to my head, but I wasn't going to send it back. This was Alex's night, and me making a stir wouldn't look good on him.

"Let me introduce everyone else to you then Petty," Gordon said. "Across from me is Brandon Shuman, who was in charge of seeing that Alex's script got the needed tweaks. We don't normally let the screenwriters out of their holes that often but this was a special occasion,"

The table laughed at the joke as Brandon became embarrassed. "Hi, nice to meet you," he said, waving his hand slightly.

"And this is Jack Furrow, who right now will be overseeing the production of Alex's script as we film it. Of course Alex will still get executive producer credit, but we can't just leave him to run the whole thing by himself, now can we?" Gordon said.

"No, I suppose not," I replied, sipping my wine. It was a very good vintage wine, I could tell that right off the bat, and had a smooth and pleasant texture to it.

"Finally, we have Ms. Eliza Dushku, who I invited tonight because she is interested in doing the role of Janey, the teenage daughter in Alex's script," Gordon said, motioning towards the far end of the table where Eliza sat, smoking a cigarette. Even though it was illegal to smoke inside a restaurant in California, this didn't seem to bother Eliza in the slightest. Given the reputation of the club, I don't even think the cops could have gotten in to even give her a fine.

"Hello," she said non-chalantly, blowing a smoke ring from her mouth. Her eyes locked onto mine and held them there for a second. I was going to look away and back to the conversation but there was something about her gaze that urged me to keep looking, to hold it as I stared into her deep brown eyes from across the table. Finally Eliza looked away, her interest in staring at me having faded.

Another waiter appeared at the end of the table and he waited for a pause in the conversation between Alex and Gordon before speaking. 

"Is everyone ready to order?" he asked.

We ordered and the food arrived almost 40 minutes later. I had ordered a Greek salad, since I had long ago given up meat in favor of being vegetarian. Though the salad was good, I was starving by the time it arrived and probably looked like an animal as I ate it quickly. I couldn't help but notice throughout the meal that Eliza kept staring at me from across the table. I had misjudged her, in that the stare wasn't one of sizing me up but something else...something like she was trying to figure out what I was about or something like that.

I set my fork down and took another drink of wine, this being my third glass. I felt a little lightheaded from the effects of the alcohol, but I still felt in control of myself enough to carry on a decent conversation.

"So is Mr. Willis not coming tonight?" I asked, noticing that my words were a little slurred.

Gordon looked up from his down table conversation with Eliza.

"No, I'm afraid not. He said he sends his congratulations though," Gordon said, turning back to Eliza.

I finished off my glass of wine and just looked around the room. Alex and Brandon had turned their chairs to face one another and were talking heatedly about something. Jack meanwhile was leaning back in his chair, talking on a cell phone. I resented Alex a bit for leaving me sitting here by myself, but I wasn't going to say anything - even if I did, he would probably think I was drunk anyways.

I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. Spinning around, I saw Eliza standing over me, her hand on her hip as she looked down at me. Her curly brown hair fell over one shoulder seductively while she loomed over me. She wore a very short leather miniskirt and a white halter top and from the angle I was sitting at I could almost see her nipples poking into the fabric directly above me.

"I need to go to the ladies room," she said to me. "Would you like to come along?"

"Sure," I said to her, standing up slowly so as not to teeter and fall over. I placed my hand on the edge of the chair as I stood up, following Eliza down out of the room and down the hall towards the restroom. I watched as her ass swished back and forth as she walked, more than a few of the male patrons staring at her as she walked by without even giving them a second glance. I too got some looks, but trying to recall now I can't tell if it was from the way I looked or the way I was walking. Either way, I certainly enjoyed the stares in my state of intoxication.

Eliza walked into the ladies room as I followed her, a waitress walking away from the sink as we entered. Eliza paused for a moment to check her hair and then disappeared into the stall. I took the one next to her and plopped down on the seat, pulling my panties down as I relieved myself. I felt a bit dizzy sitting there, but after finishing up and flushing the toilet and standing up again, I felt marginally better.

I walked out of the stall and saw Eliza standing there, rifling through her purse.

"Shit, I left something in my car. Come out into the parking lot with me for a second, won't you? I don't want to get mugged or raped or worse," she said. I nodded and followed her out of the restroom and past the entrance into the parking lot. Eliza had parked a little bit aways from the rest of the crowd, and I could see why she was apprehensive of going to her car alone: the nearest light source came a few spots over, which left the majority of Eliza's 4-door BMW covered in shadow. 

She reached into her purse and pulled out her remote keyless entry switch and the headlights of the car flashed as she approached it. I stuck close to her, glancing around nervously for any strangers or muggers - I didn't want to be attacked either.

"Just one second," she said, opening the passenger door and leaning in. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but as she bent into the car like that I couldn't help but stare at her long, smooth legs as her skirt slid up her thighs ever so slightly. I quickly shook the thoughts from my head - this wasn't why she wanted me to follow her, not to stare and ogle her like some horny guy. No, she wanted me to be on the lookout for trouble and that's exactly what I should be doing.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 02



Many thanks to everyone who offered feedback for the first chapter, it was most encouraging - I didn't know how well a story like this would be received. I highly suggest reading the first chapter to get acquainted with the characters and the celeb roles. Feedback and suggestions always welcome.

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This is Part 2 of an ongoing series. 

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A worried man with a worried mind No one in front of me and nothing behind There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne Got white skin, got assassin's eyes I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies - Bob Dylan

PETTY'S STORY:

Eliza pulled to an abrupt halt outside mine and Alex's apartment, stopping so hard my head almost flung forward and hit the dashboard. Shutting off her car, she turned to me.

"Well, this was fun babe. But I believe this is your place," she said.

"Yes, it is. And yes, it was," I said to her. My head still felt a little woozy from the cocaine and the alcohol we had taken in during and after the party that was held in honor of Alex's screenplay going into production at Antamount.

"I'm sure I will be seeing you again if I get the part in your boyfriend's movie," Eliza said. "But if not, don't be a stranger. Ask Hapsboro, he knows where to find me," 

"I will, don't worry. Tonight was incredible, thanks for the...you know, sex and drugs and stuff," I said meekly.

Eliza laughed. "Don't mention it. All we needed was some rock and roll and we would have had a complete Hollywood party," she said as I opened the passenger door and stepped out, my legs a little wobbly. I felt Eliza slap my ass playfully with the back of my hand and I couldn't help but giggle as I climbed out and shut the door behind me.

Walking through the bright beams of her headlights, I passed by her window, turning to look at her as she rolled it down.

"Oh yeah, one more thing. Probably best if you don't tell your boyfriend what we did tonight. No need to freak him out," Eliza said, her face suddenly stern for some reason.

I reassured her. "Not a problem. Even if I did, chances are he would be more turned on than anything else. You know how men are,"

"I suppose you're right," she said. "Goodnight cutie,"

And with that, Eliza rolled up her window and sped off down the street, disappearing out of site. I watched her go and then took a moment to straighten myself up before heading up the stairs to our apartment.

Turning the key in the door, I opened it to find Alex sprawled out on the couch, watching the local news. The talking heads were babbling about a police beating or something, but as I walked in and the light of the apartment hit my eyes, I suddenly felt very tired and dizzy and blocked out the noise from the television. Thankfully though, when Alex saw me walk in he flipped it off and walked over to me.

"Hey, your home. Where were you? You said that Eliza was bringing you home," Alex said, a look of concern on his face.

"I know. She had to stop and get some smokes. I just sat in the car," I lied, averting my eyes from his gaze.

"How did your dress get torn like that? The straps I mean," Alex said, obviously not content to let the matter rest immediately.

"They got hooked on Eliza's door when I was getting into the car," I said, walking past him towards the bedroom as a way of signifying the end of the conversation. He followed me a few steps behind, although his questions stopped.

I took off my earrings and slid off my dress, hanging it on a nearby coat hanger. Glancing down, I realized that my panties had dirt on them and were still damp from my love making session with Eliza in the car. I slid them off quickly and tossed them onto a pile of dirty clothes, throwing my bra on top of them to cover it.

Alex walked up behind me, his hands on my shoulders. I felt his fingers massage into my skin, the tips pressing down hard on the tight knots that had accumulated in my shoulders throughout the evening. I could simply feel the tension melting away as his wonderful hands worked on me, a slight sigh of pleasure passing through my lips.

"Thank you for coming tonight. I hope it wasn't too boring for you," Alex whispered into my ear.

"No, I had fun. I don't think I'll remember everyone's name tomorrow though," I said, referring to the film people who were at the table with us.

"Mmm...that's ok. You'll meet them again I'm sure," he said, kissing the hairs on the back of my neck. "What say we have a private party of our own tonight, hmm?"

I felt one of his hands move away from my shoulder and slide down the smooth skin of my chest and stomach, his fingers just a few inches away from my still wet cunt. A wave of panic washed over me as I remembered how wet I was down there, and my hand moved down suddenly to stop his.

"Not tonight baby, I'm tired and just want to take a shower," I said, holding his fingers with my own. He retracted his hand slowly from my stomach and stepped back, turning away towards the bed.

"Alright," he muttered. "I have a busy day tomorrow anyways,"

I parted my hair with a brush on the dresser top for a moment, undoing all the tangles that had accumulated throughout the evening. Setting the brush down, I walked towards the shower.

"I'm going to take a shower, be out in a few," I said to him, shutting the bathroom door.

In the shower, the effects of the drugs had finally started to wear off, the cresting high shifting into a quickly growing miserable low of a headache as the warm water washed over me. Shampooing my hair, I washed myself as I thought about all that had happened tonight. My mind flashed back to Eliza's fingers roaming over me, to her tongue lapping away at my pussy. I felt myself growing excited at the remembrance, but stopped myself as I felt my hand move stealthily down to my snatch to rub my aroused clit. Maybe Alex would still be interested in that private celebration of his...

Turning off the water, I dried off quickly and opened the door, the steam from the shower billowing out around me like the set of one of those bad 50s science fiction films. Toweling off my hair, I climbed into bed, sliding my body next to Alex's.

"Hey baby, how about some of that special loving of yours?" I cooed at him. However, I quickly became disappointed when I noticed Alex's shallow breathing and complete lack of response to my advances: he had fallen asleep.

Sighing to myself, I reached over and turned off a bedside light, laying my head down on the pillow. The day continued to race through my head, especially the incredibly wonderful feeling of the drugs, and I fell asleep dreaming of Eliza and her flawless body.

ELIZA'S STORY:

"Fucking asshole! Where the fuck did you learn how to drive?" I yelled at the car in front of me, slapping the wheel with my palm. What a fucking night - first that lame ass party, now these idiot drivers out at midnight. Well, at least I got laid, I thought to myself.

I switched lanes quickly, cutting off two cars behind me, their horns blaring almost in unison. I stuck my arm out of the window and flipped them off, smiling to myself as I slid up the interstate.

The highway traffic was much more calm, which was good since I was already late for meeting the girls at a club outside of town. That Petty girl had been a good lay, but I had spent way too much time on her, trying to get her off. I have to work on not being so considerate, especially with nobodies like her.

My cell phone rang and I reached down to pick it up, narrowly avoiding slamming into some jackass who was doing 50 on the fucking freeway. Hello! It's midnight - no cops around means go faster!

"Hello?" I said, the wind from outside howling through my window.

"Where are you?" the voice, a female voice that I recognized right away, said. 

"I'm on the PCH, heading for a club. What's up?"

"How did things go tonight with that man and the studio people?" the voice asked, cold and what sounded like only slightly interested.

"It was boring as hell. Seriously, I've been to funerals that are more exciting. I didn't find out what you wanted to know unfortunately. His girlfriend kept making googly eyes at me all night so I was slightly distracted," 

"Oh Eliza, tell me you didn't," 

"Hey, she was hot. Trust me, if I ever get the chance I will make sure to bring her by so that you can see for yourself. If she can ditch that loser boyfriend of hers, she might actually hold potential for us. She's one of those hippy, earthy girls. And get this: she had never been with a woman before," I said, laughing at the naivety of Petty or whatever her name was.

"That's surprising. They are usually the first one's to take part in a bit of rug cleaning, if you know what I mean," 

"I do. Listen, you're breaking up. Is there anything else you wanted?" 

"No, that was it. But do come home fairly soon, I feel the need to punish you for your little transgression down to the level of the common people," 

"Ooo, I can't hardly wait! Will there be dildos involved?" I asked spicily, rubbing my legs together through my skirt to keep from soaking my panties.

"Only if you are good. Ta," she said, hanging up.

I clicked the phone off and set it down on it's charger.

"Bitch, you KNOW I'm good," I muttered to myself, turning on my turn signal and easing into the blackness of the exit ramp.

ALEX'S STORY:

My head throbbed slightly from having one too many drinks as I sat in a ragged chair in front of Jose's desk. I was here to give my resignation, effective immediately. Dressed in a white starched shirt and tie and a pair of navy blue slacks, I felt decidedly out of place in a room that had a have eaten burrito laying on the desk and a large spider web in the top right corner of the ceiling.

I clasped my hands open and closed together nervously as I waited; I didn't know how Jose would react to the news, especially since he had praised me so much before, but I couldn't very well work on my movie (boy, that felt weird to say) and deliver packages all day.

Jose barged in a few minutes later, his hair just as wild and frazzled as ever. He had a coffee mug in his hand and from the slight stain on the front of his shirt, I could tell that not all of it had remained in the cup. He looked at me suspiciously as he walked past over to his desk, his bulk settling into the groaning chair behind his desk.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you out delivering?" he asked, one eyebrow arched.

"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. See, I sort of have another job now," I said, looking at the floor.

"Another job? Where? With who? If it's that ratfuck Miguel across town I swear I will," he started to say, his voice raised, before I cut him off.

"No, calm down Jose. It's nothing like that. My movie script that I have been working on for years was bought by Antamount Studios yesterday and I'm on board to watch and oversee the production in case they have any scripting issues," I said to him, holding my breath that he wouldn't explode in anger.

I was relieved to see his scowl turn into a smile as he leaned back in his chair, patting his ample belly with his fingers.

"Ah, so Alex has succeeded in his dream, si?" Jose said, smiling at me as he took a sip from his coffee.

"That's what it looks like right now. So wait...you aren't mad that I'm leaving?" I asked, now a little wary of the way he was treating the situation.

"No, of course not. I have always known you had bigger plans, more talent. More sueños than most of these punyetas that come walking through my door, and I can respect that," Jose said. "That doesn't mean I won't miss you being here but I'm sure that the business will get by. I take it by the way you are dressed that you won't be giving two weeks notice then, si?,"

"Unfortunately not. They need me at the studio today and I'm already running a bit late," I said sheepishly.

"Well then, best of luck compadre. And if you ever need anything when you are rich and famous please don't forget about your friend Jose," he said, rising from his desk to shake my hand.

"I won't Jose, don't worry. Good luck with things," I said, shaking his hand vigorously.

"It is not me who needs the luck my friend. It may be you," he said. I nodded my head at this, although I felt slightly puzzled by what he had said. Turning towards the door, I left the office.

I was in a very happy mood as I drove downtown, past the studio. The casting for the leads was not actually taking place at Antamount headquarters but on their actual filming lot, just outside of town. The drive wasn't too long as traffic was surprisingly light for mid-morning and as I pulled into the lot (flashing my recently gained Antamount security pass to the guard as I pulled in) and parked next to a row of very expensive sports cars.

It was like every childhood dream I had ever had when I climbed out of my car. Production assistants buzzed by on golf carts, workmen carried props to and from very large warehouses that dotted the massive asphalt lot and at least half a dozen very important looking people walked by, chatting on their cell phones.

Casting and pre-production for "An Amerikan Family", the title of my screenplay (with a slight twist of Russian added to the name as a touch of flair I had always been proud of) was taking place in office A8, a small building behind a row of two very large warehouses that I knew housed studio sets.

Walking inside A8, I told the secretary at the front desk who I was and what I was supposed to do.

"They are ready for you on the casting floor, but if you want to see your office first then go down this hall," she said, pointing left. "And to your right,"

"Thanks. Oh, and if a blond girl, skinny, comes in looking for me, have her go to my office please, ok?" I said kindly to the secretary.

"Yes sir," she said, returning to her work.

I followed her directions and walked down the padded hallway. On the right hand side, in a small plastic nameplate, was my name: ALEXANDER HILT. Trying the door, it opened widely into a dark room. I flipped on a light switch and saw a small couch, a television set and a desk. All typical office furniture, as it looked like none of these items had been used. I walked in and scoped out the room before putting a few files I had been carrying down and walking out.

I returned to the secretary and asked her for directions to where the casting room exactly was in this massive building. She pointed me back all the way down the hall behind her, the room so vast that it had two sets of doors as I approached it - one on the side of the space and one in the front. I walked in through the side and onto the floor.

It was a very large room with high hung ceilings and a pair of wheel-able cameras sitting next to a long table with three or four leather chairs, two of which were occupied by Jack Furrow, the producer, and Brandon Shuman, the man who had tweaked my script to the studios approval. In front of the cameras was a large blue screen draped over a wood panel that rose from the ground, and tape marks all over the floor for positioning of actors and actresses.

Furrow turned to look at me as I approached, smiling.

"Well, better late than never I suppose," he said, not bothering to stand up. Shuman craned his head back around to watch me as I came over to take a seat. 

"We were just about to start auditions without you," Shuman said dryly, sipping a cup of coffee. It was obvious that he had done these sorts of things many times before.

"Sorry, I had to quit my other job before I could come work here," I said meekly as I sat down. "What do I need to do? I mean, for the auditions and all,"

"Nothing really. The studio wants you here to make sure that they stick to the script, but Brandon has done casting calls before so he will probably take the lead on checking lines and what not. You can just sit and watch," Furrow said, leafing through a stack of paper on the table in front of him that I immediately recognized as my script.

"Ok, fine by me," I said. "What roles are we auditioning?"

"We are going to start out with the young son, the one that has the crippling sickness or whatever it is," Furrow said, his eyes scanning the script.

"Tuberculosis," I said, correcting him.

"Yeah, right. Then, we have the mistress role to do and the father and then hopefully the mother," Furrow said. "But these things never go quickly so if we can get past the young son today, we should consider the day a success,"

"Wow, I had no idea that this sort of thing took a long time," I replied.

"You'd be amazed Hilt. Wait till we actually start shooting. That's when the real hell of it all starts. I've seen productions go on for years at a time, simply because of bad casting or bad weather or pissed off local governments or whatever," Shuman said, speaking for the first time.

"Damn, I mean I knew movies took some time to get made but it's still just incredible that all these people will devote a year of their life to making a simple movie," I said.

"Yep, but hey, they will all be paid pretty well for this. Except the PA's of course. Those people get dick," Furrow said, snickering.

We all laughed at this, although I didn't especially find it funny.

"So are we ready gentlemen?" Furrow asked, folding his hands on the desk.

"Yeah," Shuman said. His hand moved to a black phone on the corner of the table. He picked it up and pushed a button on the face. "Send in the try-outs for the son role please Beth,"

I heard a noise behind me buzz, like one of those emergency exits being opened, and in single file walked a row of boys of all ages and sizes. Some looked barely old enough to be in school, others looked like they were about to graduate FROM school. All held tightly a few sheets of paper that I knew had their lines on them. The boys jostled one another as they came in, shoving and laughing with one another. They were dressed in all manners too - some wore nice, neat clothes, others wore what looked like homemade costumes for the role (a boy at the start of the Russian revolution, so about the early 1920s) and some just wore everyday clothes. It was certainly a site to behold.

"Next," yelled Furrow through cupped hands. The boy at the front of the line, a kid of about 10 or 12, walked forward and stood in front of the blue screen, his eyes running over the three of us as we sat there.

"Begin on page 3, paragraph 6 please," Furrow said, looking down at the script in front of him. Shuman too looked at his script as the boy began to speak, reciting a line that I already knew by heart about the fear he held over his whole world being torn apart. I didn't have a script but I didn't really need it - if the auditions went like this, there would be no need.

The boy finished his lines and glanced up at us. I thought he did a pretty good job at the reading but Furrow quickly dismissed him.

"Next!" he yelled again, this time not bothering to cup his hands.  I leaned behind Furrow's back and tapped Shuman on the shoulder.

"I thought that kid was pretty good, did we get his name?" I asked.

Shuman just smiled at me, an exasperated and cynical look on his face. 

"Hilt, all of these actors are 'pretty good'. But only one of them will get the part. Just watch a few more and you'll quickly be able to tell the difference between who is good and who is not," he said.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 02



I leaned back in my chair and watched as the second kid came on, reciting the exact same lines as the boy before him.

Shuman was right - after sitting through almost two dozen applicants, the level of their skill was quite varied. All of the child actors could have done far better than me when it came to lines, but after getting through all of them we had narrowed it down to a few that looked like the part that we were going for. I was a little disappointed that we hadn't picked a winner for the role outright, but I did feel a bit better in knowing that the five or so names we did have all probably would do better with a second callback.

Furrow stretched in his chair, his lanky arms over his head as he yawned. "I swear if I see another cute kid reciting that same damn line over again, I promise you guys I'm going to throttle him,"

Shuman laughed. "I hear ya. What say we make the day at least a bit more interesting and try to knock out some of the mistress auditions before lunch? They at least will be better eye candy for us," he said.

"Fine by me. Any objections Alex or do you want to take a break?" Furrow asked, turning to me.

"No, go right ahead. I'm not starving anyways," I replied.

Shuman nodded at this and called the secretary again. "Send in the mistress girls," he said to her, hanging up the phone.

I was surprised when the women auditioning for these roles walked in. They were notable faces, women I had seen on television and in movies quite recently, although I had never seen such a beautiful collection of them in the same place. All were quite beautiful and I knew from viewing some of their previous works that they had at least some semblance of talent, but I wondered why we had all of them lined up like cattle over this role - didn't they just schedule appointments for auditions?

I again turned to Shuman and asked him that very question.

"No, not for these women. The studio wants some famous faces for this role, so we put out a private call to the type of woman we are looking for's agents - exotic, maybe Mediterranean or Eastern European - and the ones that are here agreed to come to a semi-open casting for this," he said.

That made sense and also explained why the women looked fairly similar. All had brown or black hair, all were quite voluptuous (these women were dressed for the part, most wearing long negligees) and they did share that foreign look about them.

The first one up was Famke Janssen, whom I immediately recognized from movies like "X-Men" and "Golden Eye". She walked to a spot in front of the casting screen and I was startled to see a young looking guy emerge from behind the screen, script in hand, standing in front of him.

"Whose that?" I asked Furrow and Shuman.

"A PA. He's just here to give Famke someone to talk to when she is reading the lines," Furrow replied.

"Oh," I said as the two in front of me began reading.

The talent level was now much much higher since we had known actresses reading for the role. Famke seemed to nail every single one of her lines in the same way that I had always envisioned them on screen when I wrote them, and I felt myself becoming incredibly excited watching this sexy woman pour her heart out to the bored production assistant in front of her.

The scene went short and Famke looked at us for approval or comments. Furrow and Shuman said nothing but I gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up. Famke smiled at me as I held my hand out and then walked off the set to the exit off to the side.

Furrow suddenly shoved my hand hard onto the table.

"Jesus Alex, don't do that. This is supposed to be objective, you can't just give your seal of approval to any woman that gets you hard. Try to act stoic like Brandon and I, don't let on what you think about the reading," he said angrily. I yanked my hand away from him, nursing it slightly.

"Sorry, my bad," I said, a little hurt at the way he snapped at me. I brushed it off quickly though as the next girl - Penelope Cruz - walked on stage.

Penelope read her lines just like Famke had, her cute little accent giving them a unique twist that I hadn't imagined. It was tough to say which one had been better - I could see now why this job was so damn hard - but even in the hands of these skilled women, something seemed to be wrong with the scene. It just wasn't clicking.

I thought about this for a moment and then it suddenly hit me. I leaned forward on the table to talk to the other two men quietly.

"Guys, I don't think the PA is doing a very good job. He isn't reading the lines with any sort of emotion or anything," I said. For the first time all morning, they both seemed to agree with me.

"You know, I think you're right Alex," Shuman said. "That's probably why I'm just not feeling this scene. I thought it was the dialog but now that you mention it, yeah, I think Jimmy isn't doing a very good job,"

Furrow cupped his hands and yelled. "Jimmy, come to the casting table,"

Jimmy - a blond haired surfer looking dude, who probably spent more time surfing and laying on the beach getting high than anything else - sauntered over to us. I could tell he was fairly muscular beneath the white t-shirt and shorts that he wore, but that seemed to be the only muscle he possessed: upstairs, his vacant looking eyes gave an impression of no one being home.

"Sup?" he said, standing in front of us.

"Jimmy, you're doing a piss poor job with the lines. Why don't you go take a break and let Alex here do the reading for you, hmm?" Furrow said sternly. A look of apathy washed over Jimmy's face, the chance to be close to a line full of beautiful women obviously not that appealing to him.

"Whatever," he said, tossing the script on the table and walking off. I took it from where it landed and pulled it over to me, scanning the lines that he had been reading.

"You up to this Alex?" Furrow asked, his voice now more normal.

"Yeah, I think so. I mean, I did write the damn thing after all," I said to them.

"Good. Ok, well just in case it wasn't Jimmy, let's try another scene. Page 72, where the husband confronts the mistress about their future with the riots taking place outside," Shuman said, moving through the pile of pages to the part.

"Sounds good. Where do I stand?" I asked, glancing over at the blue screen.

"Oh, yeah, right. You've never done one of these before. Umm..well, look for a small X on the floor and position yourself towards the female lead based on the script," Furrow said.

"Gotcha," I said, walking over to the blue screen. Even though it was just a few feet away from the table, where Jack and Brandon sat looked vaguely ominous, the light of the room barely falling on them, which create all sorts of weird shadows around their face and features.

"NEXT!" I heard Furrow yell, spinning now on my heels to see who the first actress with me would be. My heart skipped a beat I think as I saw her slink over to me, a medium height woman with an absolutely stunning face - brown eyes that seemed to reach down into her soul; high cheekbones that gave her face a softened, angular look; lips as maroon as the finest glass of red wine. Her skin became slightly darker to me as she approached, moving with the soft gracefulness of a cat, her ample breasts straining against the low cut dress she wore, the material clinging to her hips. She looked so incredibly familiar and yet...I couldn't place a name.

"What's your name sweetheart?" Furrow called to her as the woman finished walking over to me. I could smell her perfume on her, her long, curly brown hair hanging over her shoulders delicately.

"Monica Bellucci," she replied politely, a heavy accent in her voice. Her name clicked right away - she was a very famous Italian actress, known for taking gutsy roles.

"Alright Monica, well listen. This is Alex, he wrote the script. This is also the first time he's ever done lines with an actress. So show him the ropes, eh?" Furrow said.

I felt myself blush slightly at being pointed out to be an amateur in front of a woman like Monica.

"No problem," Monica replied softly, her eyes locking onto mine. "If he wrote it, I'm sure he will be a natural,"

"Ok Alex, go ahead whenever you are ready," Furrow called to me. I swallowed hard, a bit nervous at being put on the spot like this.

Clearing my throat, I held the script out a few feet from me, hoping my shaking hands of nervousness didn't look too obvious.

'Oh Darling, do not worry. Once this revolution is over, and the new boss becomes the old boss once again, our love will be able to continue forever,' I said, reading the line with a dead weighted voice, unfortunately conveying no emotion at all in what I knew was a highly emotional scene. Luckily though, Monica picked up the slack.

She moved suddenly towards me, pressing her supple body against mine, the heat radiating from her beneath the thin material of her dress. I instinctively wrapped my arm around her waist.

'That is not what I'm afraid of my love! I fear that we shall not make it through this awful rioting alive! For we are the bourgeoisie,' Monica said, her voice trembling as she spoke, the accent giving her words a hint of desperation and tension. This seemed to help my own reading as I felt myself imagining what the characters were doing at this particular moment in the movie that I had already played out a million times in my head.

I looked down at Monica, the soft rise of her cheekbones looking pale and white under the intense lights overhead.

'We shall be fine. And even if they come to tear us apart, you mustn’t fear Alice, because I will be there to protect you' I said, my eyes losing themselves in Monica's deep stare. Tears welled up in her eyes and for a moment I felt disoriented, wondering why she was crying. But I quickly remembered what we were doing and felt myself feeling sympathetic for this beautiful girl in my arms, her breasts pressing against my chest as my character tried to protect her from the evils of the world.

'But you will surely be killed!' Monica gasped.

'Then I shall die knowing the love you gave me,' I replied. Though it wasn't in the script, Monica moved her face closer to my neck and I could feel her warm breath breathing against the side of my face, making my body tingle.

'But what of your wife?' Monica said, her lips now brushing softly over my skin as she kissed my neck lightly. I felt my pulse quicken, trying to stay in character.

'Isabel is a good woman but she is not my love. My heart only feels for you my dear Alice,' I said, turning my head down to look at Monica. She lifted her own from her neck and continued to make her way up my neck to my cheek, standing on the tips of her toes now so that she could reach me. I pulled her body tightly against me, squeezing her side hard as she gazed into my eyes.

'Then say it for me please Sasha. Just once,' Monica said, now kissing my chin, her warm lip brushing gently across my bottom one, my mouth trembling from the intense romanticism of the scene.

'Say what my darling?' I whispered, now lost in a world of my own, where the lines I was saying came from memory and the rest of the world vanished as it was just Monica and me, beneath the fiery hot lights of the studio.

'Say you love me. And that you will always love me,' Monica said, now pulling my face down to hers with her soft hands, our eyes melding into each other from the intense glare. Scene be damned, this was one of the most erotic things of my life!

'I love you. I will always love you, even if time should vanish from this crazy universe of ours,' I whispered to her. Monica needed no more hesitation from that point, lunging up at my mouth with her own as she kissed me hard. I was more than eager to return the kiss, meshing my lips tightly against her own as I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and mine into hers, kissing her richly and deeply, our bodies burdened from one another only by the clothes on our back. I held her tightly as we continued to kiss, as seconds turned into minutes and minutes into what felt like hours.

I could feel Monica's soft breathing coming quickly from her nose above the quiet smacking of our lips and the wrestling of our tongues. I had gained an almost instant erection from the moment Monica was close to me, but I was surprised now to feel her nipples stiffen tightly against her dress, her breasts pressed hard against my strong body, holding her like that. I instinctively moved a hand slowly up to her left breast and squeezed it from the side as I held her there. Monica moaned into my mouth, our kiss finally breaking by an interruption that was rising in volume from beside us.

"Alex! ALEX!" the voice called. I reluctantly released Monica from my grasp and turned to look at the noise, startled for a moment when I saw Jack Furrow standing there, a look of annoyance on his face, as the reality of where we were slowly began to sink back into me. I wiped my mouth away, feeling the tingle of Monica's lips still on my own.

"What?" I said hoarsely, the excitement of just a few minutes of paradise making me horse.

"I said cut about 3 minutes ago. Didn't you hear me?" Furrow said, his hands on his hips, the script tapping on his leg as he glared at me. Monica had stepped away from me now, but she still remained relatively close, a smile on her face as she nibbled on her bottom lip, the lust of our kiss fading slowly from her eyes.

I glanced around the room and saw two reactions: Furrow's look of annoyance, and everyone else's look of sheer shock and amazement at what had just taken place. I felt myself blush a deep crimson as I looked down at the floor, letting my hand slide away from Monica's, the last touching of our bodies that had still remained.

"No, I didn't. I...I got caught up in the scene," I said, a little miffed at being treated like a child, even though this behavior was inappropriate.

"Jesus, you're even worse than Jimmy was. At least he knew not to take things to the level that you did. We could be sued for sexual harassment for Christ's sake!" Furrow said, turning away from us. "Alright everyone, 1:00...lunch break. Our friend Alex here needs to cool down some before we can start anymore auditions,"

I stood there blankly for a second, Monica drifting away from me slowly. I caught her eye again and she winked at me and blew me a kiss as she walked away, behind the other actresses who were filing out the same door in which they came in. I could even hear a few of them giggling.

Walking over to where Furrow and Shuman sat, I saw Brandon tapping his pen on the table. Surprisingly, he wasn't nearly as pissed off as Jack was, and in fact had a shit eating grin on his face as he rotated back and forth in his chair.

"So was it as good for you as it was for me?" he asked with a grin. I imagine that he probably had been thinking that one up throughout the whole deal, but I couldn't help but smile and laugh with him, seeing the silliness of this whole thing - even if it had left a painfully hard erection in my pants.

"Shut up Brandon," I said in an unserious tone. "So if I say that I think that Monica Bellucci is the right girl for the job, does that mean I won't be able to sit in on anymore of these auditions?"

Furrow's mood had cleared. "No, Brandon and I thought that she was probably best too. I'll have the secretary send the other girls home. Congratulations Alex, you just cast your first character," Furrow said, extending his hand.

I shook it. "Thanks. So are we going to do some more after lunch?" I asked.

"Possibly, depends on the kind of turn out we have. These auditions, especially the smaller roles by unknown actors, seem to get less people in the afternoon, mostly because the new actors or actresses have all morning to get cold feet and think of everything that can go wrong and often times, they just leave," Brandon said. "But we will see how this one goes,"

"Alright, well I'll see you two in a minute. Kissing a beautiful woman like that makes me hungry," I said with a grin, walking away and through the door back out into the hall. I passed the secretary and went to my office, my hands still trembling from the excitement of kissing Monica. If she was now officially cast, that means that I might have other opportunities to "coach her" with her lines.

What am I saying! I thought to myself. Petty is probably in your office right now, waiting on you to show her around the place and take her out to lunch. I unlocked the door and peaked my head in, expecting to see her bright face lighting up the room at my appearance. Frowning to myself, I glanced at my watch. Hmm... 1:10. She said she would be here at 1:00. I wonder where she is?

I felt my stomach growl as I debated what to do. Part of me said wait, but my rumbling stomach told me that if I didn't get food in me fairly soon, it was going to be a miserably long day. Well, if Petty does show up, I reasoned to myself, then she'll be here when I get back. I'm sure it won't take me that long to get some lunch.

Shutting the door again, I walked out of the building and glanced around the lot, looking for some place to grab some food. The studio lot was empty and devoid of restaurants, but I spied across the street a diner of some sort, that looked to be at least moderately busy based on the stream of people going in and out. The hot afternoon sun beat down on me and I though about driving over there, but the zooming cars in the street between the lot and the restaurant changed my mind pretty quickly.

Waiting for a break in traffic, I hustled across the street to the diner, my tie flapping wildly over my shoulder from a sudden breeze that kicked up. Opening the door of the diner, I walked in and glanced around. Finding an open table towards the back, I walked over to it and took a seat, only realizing as I settled my large, muscular frame into the cramped fake leather booth who it was that exactly was sitting in front of me. Leaning forward, I tapped her on the shoulder.

"Remember me?" I asked, smiling as she turned around.

PETTY'S STORY:

I could feel sweat dripping off my forehead as I ran through the parking lot of Antamount, my guitar strung heavily over my shoulder. Traffic was already bad enough, but that guard at the gate gave me such a hassle about coming onto the lot, I hope Alex isn't too mad that I'm late.

I found the building that the guard told me to go to (the lot was incredibly large, even once you were on it, and looked absolutely gargantuan from the outside) and stepped inside the cool room, the temperature dropping at least 20 degrees from the heat outside.

Walking to the secretary, I introduced myself.

"Mr. Hilt's office is down the hall. He told me that you would be arriving so the door should be unlocked," she said to me.

"Is he there right now?" I asked.

"No, I believe he has stepped out for lunch. But you might want to check anyways," she said, returning to her work and thus ending the conversation.

I followed her directions and found Alex's office, knocking softly on the door. No response. Trying the door handle, I opened the door wide and found the office to be empty, just like the secretary had said. Turning on the light switch, I walked into the room and set my guitar down on a comfortable looking couch.

The place was pretty spacious and nice, although it was obviously very temporary - nothing about the office seemed to say anything about the person who occupied it, everything from the furniture to the standard coffee pot on a far table seemed to scream conformity and blandness. I walked around and examined the room, running my hand over the couch and an extra chair as I walked slowly through the office space. Alex unfortunately didn't have a window office, but with the door shut, the place had an aura of being like a tomb. 




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 02



Well, if Alex is at lunch then he will be back soon, I thought to myself. Might as well get comfortable and wait. I had my guitar with me because I had planned on surprising Alex with a song I wrote about his stroke of luck, serenading him before we ate and hopefully coaxing a tour of the studio lot out of him before he got back to work.

I sat with my face in palms, staring at the floor and nondescript carpet of the office, already starting to feel a few pangs of boredom and frustration at Alex not being there. When I woke up this morning, I also had another strange feeling - after the night I had with Eliza, I found myself with a sort of mental "itch" going on in the back of my head. It wasn't very prominent and it certainly didn't occupy my thoughts, but what it was about frightened me. I felt compelled to do something naughty, to get some more cocaine or to be with Eliza again - something to break the monotony of the usual grind. I don't think I was actually becoming addicted to the drug (or the lesbian sex for that matter), but it did feel strange inside me, as if doing it again wouldn't be so bad and actually might be more pleasurable this time. With my mind wandering on this subject, I pushed it away and focused on the here and now. I knew that dwelling on it would only make the "itch" that much more worse and I certainly didn't want it to come between Alex and me.

Picking up my guitar, I tuned it slightly (something I always did, even if the instrument didn't need it) and strummed a few chords, playing a few snippets of songs aimlessly. I paused for a moment and then launched into the song I had written for Alex. I would show you some of the lyrics to it right now, but looking back on it, the entire song was a little embarrassing. It was pretty dull and lyrically uninspired, but I knew that the beat and chorus were somewhat catchy, especially considering the slop on the radio at the time, and hoped one day to turn it into something worth playing for an audience, assuming I could tweak it out better.

I inadvertently got my wish a few minutes later as, while finishing up the song, there was a knock on the door of the office. I stopped playing immediately and set the guitar down on my lap.

"Come in," I said, hoping that it wasn't the secretary complaining about the noise I was making.

To my surprise, a thin, lean man with white hair and a slightly wrinkled face walked into the room hesitantly, shutting the door behind him with his back.

"Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting. I kept hearing this music and I walked all over the office, trying to find it," the man said to me with a smile. "But it appears that I have found the songstress,"

I blushed slightly. "Sorry about that, I should have remembered that this was a business. I was just about to stop playing any ways, I'm waiting for my boyfriend to get here," I said, moving the guitar aside onto the couch.

"Nonsense! Please, don't stop on my behalf. The music was quite enchanting," the man said, walking closer towards me and taking seat in one of the chairs of the office. "Would you play something for me?"

"Are you sure it's alright? I don't want to cause any problems," I said, a little hesitant.

"I'm sure my dear," the man said with a slight laugh. "Trust me, your secret is safe with me,"

"Ok, I guess one more song wouldn't hurt," I said, picking the guitar back up.

I played Janis Joplin's "Get It While You Can" softly in the room, the acoustics horrible but the audience very attentive. The man sat across from me, a slight smile on his face - a smile of surprising warmth and childish glee - his legs crossed and his hand propped up on his chin as he simply sat there and listened. As I finished the song, I was surprised to hear him ask for more.

"Please. Another one," he said, smiling at me, his sky blue eyes watching me like a father watches his daughter.

I began playing again, this time using one of my own songs, and found that the man's reception of the material was even better than when I had covered Joplin's tune. I continued to play for him, as after each song he was requesting yet another. At first this made me feel a slight bit uncomfortable, but as each song wore on, I became at ease around him, and actually started equating the experience to my many sessions of playing for Alex. After the 5th song though, I finally had to stop and ask him a few questions.

"Before I play another, can I ask who you are and why you care so much about my music?" I said, hoping my tone didn't come across as sounding too pissed off. Because, even though I felt more comfortable playing for him than I had at first, it was still a little creepy to have a stranger sit there and request song after song.

"My goodness, of course! Where are my manners!" the man said, lifting himself out of the chair and walking over to me. He reached into his coat pocket and removed a business card, handing it to me. My jaw dropped suddenly as I read the name.

"Wilton Willis? As in, THE Wilton Willis?" I said, absolutely astounded by finding out who he was.

"Yes, or at least that's what I've been called for the last 67 years," he said with a good natured laugh.

I felt dizzy from the shock and had to sit down. Falling back onto the couch, I couldn't help but stare at him.

"So you own this? I mean, this whole place?" I said.

"Mmmhmm," he replied, that slight smile never leaving his face.

"I...I don't understand. Why are you here? Why did you want me to play all those songs for you?" I asked.

Willis stood up and stretched, walking around the room.

"Well, I heard you out in hall when I was passing through, on the way to see how a new production we have started was going, and I just had to find the lovely voice behind that melodious sound. Tell me my dear, do you have a record deal with anyone in this town?" Willis said, spinning on his heel to look at me abruptly.

"No, not yet," I said, looking at the floor. "But I am working on it,"

"Hmm..yes..I think...well, it might...yes, that settles it," Willis muttered to himself, his brow furrowing in thought. "Well, would you LIKE a record deal?"

I shot up from the couch in excitement. "Really? Do you know someone who could listen to my demo tape? Because I've got one with me right here and,"

He cut me off. "Calm down sweet girl. My studio recently launched Antamount Records about a year ago and we have been looking for a new, fresh sounding artist to promote as one of our big acts. So far we haven't had much luck but I think that with a little bit of studio magic and the right producer, you could definitely lead the way for us. That is, if you are interested," he said.

My heart pounded in my chest. "Yes, I'm interested!" I blurted out.

"Good, good," he said, walking over to me. He put his hand on my shoulder and lightly pushed me down onto the couch as he too took a seat.

He turned to face me, his hands now on my shoulders as he looked into my eyes. That same look of fatherly doting filled his face and his slight smile was infectious to me, making me grin widely as well.

"Now listen ummm...I'm sorry dear, but in my haste and intoxication by your music I have forgotten your name!" Willis said.

"Petty," I replied softly.

"Yes, Petty. Like the great rocker Tom Petty?"

"I don't know, probably. My parents never explained to me where my name came from," 

"It doesn't matter I suppose. Because if everything falls into place, which it should, soon your name will be up in lights on the marquee, with fans clamoring against each other to buy your album,"

He moved his hand out in front of his face for a moment, tracing it away like a falling star. I could see the vision he was conveying though, and could practically hear the screaming fans chanting up at my lighted name. It was enough to make me giddy with excitement. Willis' hand fell back to his side as he moved his face closer to me.

"Now Petty, the music business is hard. It's a cut throat industry, even more than the world I am familiar with here in the magical world of cinema. People will do anything to climb above the competition. Do you understand?" Willis said.

I nodded. "Yes, I know that feeling first hand,"

"Good, good. Then you must also understand the needed sacrifices, the back scratching and hand shaking that must take place to stay atop or to even get a shot at such a thing,"

I was puzzled for a moment. "I...I think I understand you,"

"Excellent. Then you certainly know that with fame and the promise of wealth comes the immediate implementation of the rules of this system, especially for those who helped you out early on,"

I paused for a second before replying, and only then did I notice Willis' hands rubbing up and down on my shoulders, his face closer to mine and that same sly smile on his face. It all clicked in my head and I would be lying if I didn't say that it sent a chill down my spine.

"Oh. Yes, of course," I replied meekly. Willis' hands moved away from my shoulders as he leaned back on the couch. His eyes however, never left my own.

"Wonderful, I am so glad that we are on the same page with this Petty. You are going to be a big star," he said. 

No words were spoken for a moment and I realized that he wanted it right now. With a slight sigh to myself, I slid off the couch and onto my knees. I scooted over in front of his legs, which parted immediately for me as I found myself just a few feet from his crotch. He looked down at me with a smile and began to unbuckle his belt.

Willis wasted no time in sliding off his pants, the boxers quickly following. My breath caught in my throat as I saw his half hard cock spring free, the pale white skin of his lower body serving as a sharp contrast to the darker color of his dick. It was almost obscenely long, at least 8 inches as it grew to it's maximum length before my eyes. His balls hung heavy beneath it, the sac containing them and the nuts themselves quite large. I took a deep breath and moved closer toward him, the leather couch and his sweaty manhood now the only things between us.

Lifting his dick in my hand, I had to raise myself slightly from my knees so that I could get my entire mouth around it. I felt the thick head slide into my mouth and back down into my throat. I had learned to keep from gagging while doing this with many a boyfriend previously, but it still felt awkward to feel the tip battering against the soft membrane of the back of my throat.

When I had his entire shaft in my mouth, I began to suck on it hard and quick, moving my head up and down the length of it as my tongue traced over his taut foreskin. I didn't like the fact that I had to blow one of the most powerful men in the entertainment industry to get a record deal, but then again, as Willis had said, certain sacrifices had to be made.

Reaching one hand down, I fondled his nuts lightly with my fingers, feeling his shaft expand slightly from the excitement this was causing him. As I licked and sucked on his prick, the loud noises filling the office, I hoped that Willis wouldn't last very long so that I could get this experience over with. I felt a drop of his precum coat on my tongue as I lifted my mouth from his dick, gasping a bit for air, a thin strand of saliva dangling between his manhood and my lips. His cum was salty and strong, although not entirely unpleasant as I licked it off the tip of his massive cock and swallowed it down.

Lowering my head to his length once more, a strange thing started to happen. That same itch that had been in my head - the one that encouraged me to do something out of the norm and naughty - began to grow louder and louder inside of me, until it converted the urges and feelings for being a "bad girl" into something else: lust. I squeezed my legs together between my thighs, hoping to put a tight clamp on my pussy and keep it from becoming aroused. But it was to no avail - I felt a small trickle seep out and onto my panties, followed by another and then yet another, as I found myself becoming incredibly turned on by the idea of giving this powerful, rich man a blowjob here in the office of his own studio. I began to suck harder now, actually enjoying the process rather than just feeling obligated to do it.

Willis' hand fell onto the top of my head and he pulled my hair tightly away from my face, giving him a good view of my lips as they disappeared up and down on his cock, the fat head stretching my cheeks. I began to grow hotter at being submissive like this, of letting him have his way with my mouth, and when he moved his other hand down to the straps of my dress and began to pull them down so that my decent sized breasts became slowly exposed, I put up no resistance.

I started rotating my head around on his cock, tracing my tongue all over the shaft and hardness of it, my mouth worshipping the hot feel of it between my lips, and most certainly craving for more. I let his cock slide out from my lips for a moment as I held it in my hand, licking it up and down from base to tip. I could feel my tongue stretch and curve around the meaty thickness of his shaft, coating it with my saliva. But this didn't satisfy me, nor him I believe, as I quickly put the shaft back into my mouth after only a few licks and found that he responded to this much better, a hoarse gasp escaping from his lips.

Willis pulled on my hair hard, jerking my head back and up, his cock brushing along my lips for a moment before he pushed my mouth back down and onto it. The dampness between my legs was incredible now and I couldn't resist moving a hand down between my legs to rub my fingers over my wet snatch quickly and fiercely, following the same rhythm and pattern that I paid to his shaft with my hand. I liked this - I liked the way the idea of a woman pleasuring a man so powerful turned me on, I liked being somewhat submissive to his sexual will and I especially liked the intimate contact between his most sensitive organ and my own hot, wet mouth.

His hips began to rise slightly off of the couch now and from the tightening of his balls beneath my hand, I could almost feel his orgasm bubbling up from between his legs, ready to shoot forth. I sucked hard on him one more time, then pushed my mouth away from his dick as I scooted back a little bit. Taking his prick in my hand, I lined the thick head up perfectly so that it rested right on the edge of my tongue, just waiting to shoot forth it's hot delivery.

Giving it a few quick jerks with his own hand, Willis wrapped his hand around mine and aimed the head down into my mouth. He cried out in a loud gasp as I felt the first stream of cum arrive, landing right on my tongue. The second one followed not even a second later, this one hitting me in the back of the throat as the cum began to pool inside my mouth and cheeks. With one final squirt, his cock missed my mouth slightly and only got half the load into it, the other half hitting my chin and dribbling down my neck to my naked breasts below. I leaned my mouth down, still full of his cum, and sucked off a stray drop that hung on the tip of the head, adding it into the mixture.

Rather than spit out his cum however, I looked up at him and smiled, showing his cum coating my teeth for a moment before swallowing it all down in one big gulp. It tasted great going down, like a thick milkshake of some sort, and as I smacked my lips, wiping away any last little bit, I felt far from satisfied and perhaps hotter than I had ever been in my life.

The itch had taken over my body, at least for a moment, and I knew that I was powerless to even try and get away from it's seductive hold. I was incredibly horny and knew that just about anything would set me off, triggering an intense orgasm. I scooted back further from the couch and rested back on my hand in front of Willis, my legs spread. I would put on a show for him, that should do the trick.

Reaching one hand down, I pushed my dress up hard along my thighs and exposed to him my soaking wet, panty clad pussy. I watched his eyes as I moved the hand slowly down my thighs, pulling aside the wet fabric to expose to him my aroused snatch. The cool air rushed over my lips and I felt a charge from it, exposing myself to this stranger. My legs still spread, I worked my panties further aside from my pussy and gave him a full on view of the sparse blond hair above my female opening. 

Running the tips of my fingers over the outer lips of my womanhood, I looked up and held the eyes of Willis as I teased him, my fingers becoming damp from my excited juices. I gently pressed one finger inside myself, causing him (and me) to gasp slightly as my digit worked itself into my pussy. I kept it there only for a moment, before removing the wet finger and lifting my hand towards my mouth. Still watching him, I put my entire index finger in my mouth slowly, licking off the taste of my own excited juices. I felt horny as hell while doing this, incredibly turned on by the show that I was putting on for him, but I also relished the fact that the tables had turned - whereas he had been the one in charge by making me lick and suck his dick, now I had him at my whim by teasing him like this. The empowerment that this brought, not to mention the sexual lust that seemed to course through my veins and made my heart beat quickly was incredibly erotic.

I noticed that Willis' prick had become hard again - quite a feat for an older man like him - and he was absently jerking on it as he watched me, the palm of his hand stroking and massaging the tip of the head roughly. I grinned at him as I watched this, lowering my hand from my mouth down to my left breast. I had always been proud of the size of my breasts, a 38 B cup, as they weren't too big to illicit stares from men but also were large enough that lovers of mine had never complained. I flicked my nipple with my thumb, squeezing it quickly between two fingers as I felt more juices leak out from between my legs and onto the carpet. Massaging my breast now with one hand, I sat up and lowered my other hand down to my pussy as I began to play with it, rubbing fingers and the palm of my hand over the opening.

I shot Willis as innocent a look as I could muster - "Oh, look what I found!" - and began to work two fingers into myself at the same time. As I pumped them in and out, careful to avoid my sensitive clit because I didn't want this orgasmic roller coaster to end too quickly, I heard his hand start to beat away on himself much quicker now, moving up and down his shaft. I focused my attention on my cunt, exploring and staring at it as I teased myself for Willis' benefit. My skin had become quite flustered now and I could feel myself panting heavily as my slow teasings quickly turned into excited thrusts, two fingers not doing an adequate job.

Moaning loudly, I plunged an additional finger inside of myself, thrusting deeper into my twat as the palm of my hand cupped my opening and brushed against my outer lips, which by now were a deep crimson red from the excitement. My ass was rocking on the floor as I thrust, all control of what I was doing starting to slip away. I had wanted to tease and excite him, make him cum from the show I put on, but as I worked on myself I felt that I was becoming too aroused to maintain control. My thrusts were now becoming incredibly rapid, my breasts jiggling as I rocked back and forth on the floor. Through slit eyes, I saw Willis standing over me now, his cock a blur inside his worn hand, momentary flashes of the purple tip all that I could see. 

My mind was on overdrive now, the deep and reptilian part of my brain, so focused on the pleasure that this masturbating session was bringing, allowed me to lose myself in the heat of the moment. I began to rub my clit with my palm now, feeling the added ripples of pleasure that this brought on running through my body like an ebbing wave, the sheer feeling of touching the tiny nub enough to magnify my pleasure and excitement (not to mention juices) even more than I thought possible. I bucked my hips up from the floor one final time and then gave my clit a gentle squeeze, triggering the long building orgasm in between my legs.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 02



Things grew black in front of my site for a moment, as my brain and every nerve cell of my body was overloaded with the feeling of orgasmic pleasure that gripped me. From the individual hairs on my head to the tips of my toes, I felt electrified, addicted and loving every nanosecond of this excitement that had taken total control of my body. Juices dripped out from between my legs rapidly now, the taboo of doing something like this in an office, in front of a stranger, with Alex possibly walking in at any minute, just exciting me further. I opened my mouth to scream in pleasure but no words came out, my tongue frozen momentarily as the orgasm rocked my body. Finally the wave began to dip down to normal and my vision returned, my face dripping with a sheen of sweat the trickled from my throat down to my breasts.

Catching my breath, I had just enough time to see Willis in front of me, jerking his prick like he was about to cum. His face was screwed up in a look of intent pleasure and concentration, his eyes closed and his lips pursed. His hips rocked back and forth on his somewhat shaky legs as he bucked forward, about to release his load. Realizing that I was going to be the target of that stream of hot cum, I quickly pulled my dress down further until the material was bunched at my waist. Leaning back on my hands, I proudly shoved my breasts outward towards him as I prepared to be splattered.

Willis managed to take one step forward before the eruption came, cum shooting forth quickly and wildly from his dick, a long ropy strand landing right between my throat and breasts. A second shot arrived a moment later, this one hitting on my left nipple exactly as I felt the hot juice impact and then start to slide down my chest quickly, the milky white fluid spilling off of my tit and racing down the rest of my body. A final, weaker shot didn't manage to make it as far as the other two and landed right on my belly, the cum trickling down immediately and pooling in my belly button as a smaller stream spilled out and met it's final home amongst my pubic hair.

Rubbing one hand through his hair, his older, handsome face a bright beet red from the excitement, Willis stepped back and held his cock up away from his body, a slight drop of cum running off from the head and onto his fingers. He opened his eyes and looked down at me, as if to survey the damage, before that same smile returned to his face. I sat up from my hands and just looked at his throbbing dick, the small white drop of cum that had traced a line down his hand leaking out. Climbing up to my knees, I scooted over to him and held my mouth open obediently, craving just one more taste of his cum. He looked down and smiled at me, offering his hand out. I traced my tongue along his fingers and licked up that last trace of it, my tongue ending it's journey at the end of his prick.

Willis removed his hand and walked over to where his pants had been strewn haphazardly. He stepped back into them and zipped them up, then ran his hand through his hair. I meanwhile pulled my dress back up, the cum from his chest soaking wickedly into the material as I readjusted the straps and then fixed my panties, damp as they were, over my pussy.

"Well Petty, that was quite amazing. I think that you know how to work this system and this world quite well, and if today's uh, demonstration of your talents is any indication then you will certainly go real far, trust me," Willis said coolly, returning to his business man demeanor.

"Thanks. You don't think Alex will be upset about this? I mean, not that I will tell him but you know, me playing by the rules and all," I asked.

"No, not at all. Alex understands the way the game is played. Besides, HE isn't the one who is up there singing every night for audiences now is he?"

I had never thought of it like that. "You know, you're right. Fuck it, what he doesn't know can't hurt him," I said. I was a little surprised to hear those words coming out of my mouth, but even more surprised to realize that I actually meant them in a way.

"Exactly. Now, I really must be going. I will most certainly be in touch with you soon about a record contract and all that. Take care Petty," Willis said, before vanishing out the door. I stood there for a moment just looking around the room. Had I not felt incredibly satisfied from the pleasure that I had just experienced, I would have sworn that my encounter had never happened. However, a quick feel down to my panties revealed that it DID happen, marking the second time in as many days that I had sex with someone besides Alex. Well, I guess you couldn't call it sex...the lesbian encounter with Eliza was just fooling around, and a blowjob being given to Willis wasn't sex right? I mean, that's what Bill Clinton said and hey, Hillary forgave him.

Besides, Willis was right. Alex wasn't here today, probably off eating lunch with some big wig, and here I was earning myself a record contract. I didn't need him to do anything for me, just like I had never needed anyone to help. Sure, I mean I still loved him and all that, even though he stood me up today for lunch and didn't bring me to that party. In spite of all that, I knew that deep down in my heart, I still loved him...didn't I?

ALEX'S STORY:

Tapping on her shoulder, the blond haired girl in front of me turned around away from her plate of food and looked at me, her hair twirling back in a ponytail behind her.

For a moment, she had a blank stare on her face, as she tried to place me. Then, a smile of recognition (and if I wasn't mistaken, for a brief second a look of fear) passed over her lips as she lifted an arm over her seat and handed it me, her soft dainty fingers feeling so small in my own hand.

"Alex, hi," Katherine Heigl, now smiling a bit more naturally.

"Hi Katherine. For a moment there, I didn't think you knew who I was," I said to her, lifting her hand out of my own as she drew her arm back away from the table.

"It was only a few weeks ago Alex, don't worry. I'm bad with names but not THAT bad," Katherine said, laughing slightly at her own joke.

"I know. But you're a celebrity and unfortunately your kind is known for leaving out the little people. Look at Julia Roberts at the Oscars," I said, trying to turn my shyness into a joke. It worked, as Katherine laughed again. For the first time, I noticed that she was eating alone in her private booth.

"Would you like to come join me while you eat? I mean, I see that you are alone and all," I said, proud somewhat of my forwarded-ness in inviting a woman like Katherine over to my table.

"Sure," Katherine said, turning back around to pick up her plate and carry it over to my table. She slid into the booth across from me and set down her plate, a monstrous looking salad, as she looked up at me.

"So, what are you doing here? I mean, what are the odds of me running into you in a city the size of LA?" I asked, sipping my water. The waitress still hadn't come over to take my order.

"I had a script reading to do this morning and after I finished I came over here for a quick bite to eat. It's nice sometimes to just relax at a greasy spoon like this one, away from all the trendiest of the Hollywood world," Katherine said, leaning down to take a bite of her salad. She wore a simple white tank top, one that showed her breasts proudly but not too openly in her shirt, the memory of the beautiful shape and curves of her body running through my mind, my dick stirring slightly in my pants.

"How funny, that's exactly why I was here. Only, it was for my movie over at Antamount," I said.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. What is the name of it again?"

"Well, the title originally was 'An Amerikan Family' but I think that by the time they are done with it, that's likely to change,"

"Yeah, that sort of thing happens quite a bit out here,"

We sat quietly for a moment as I pondered what else to say to her. I felt surprisingly comfortable around Katherine, a completely different feeling than when I had been around a few other celebrities in the past two weeks. Katherine just seemed like a regular girl, albeit a very beautiful one, and she seemed more like a friend than someone whose face was beamed into millions of homes each week while she was on television. I smiled at this thought and Katherine must have obviously picked up on it.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking...ah, never mind,"

"No, tell me!" Katherine insisted playfully.

"Well, I was just thinking to myself how casual and unassuming you are, how normal and untainted by fame you seem compared to the image I have in my head of most celebrities out there,"

Katherine blushed a little. "Thanks. But remember, I'm not a huge star or anything,"

"You're a big enough star to me," I replied, and Katherine blushed again.

"Thank you. I hope to be a bigger one in the future, especially if Mr. Willis can work things out,"

This triggered the lingering question I had wanted to get answered by her from our first encounter at Wilton Willis' party. I had wanted to know what she had meant when she alluded to the fact that I would see her more now that I was "one of them" under Mr. Willis' control.

"Katherine, let me ask you something. What do you mean by 'Mr. Willis can work things out'? You said something like that the last time we were around each other, remember? At Willis' party? It kind of left me puzzled as to the meaning of that," I asked.

Katherine paused for a moment, the salad speared on her fork a few inches from her mouth. She closed her lips together and set the fork down, her body suddenly becoming a bit rigid.

"What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes glancing me over a little wearily. "Is this a test or something?"

I was now completely confused. "What? No. It was just a question. I just wanted to know what you meant by,"

"I heard the question," Katherine said a little rudely, interrupting me. "It's just...you mean, you don't...Jesus, I can't believe this!" she said, putting her hand to her forehead as she looked away from me quickly.

I instinctively moved my hand across the table to her, touching it lightly. She pulled it away swiftly.

"Katherine? What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" I asked, my face surely conveying a look of puzzlement.

She finally turned back to look at me, although her eyes had grown a little cold and distant as she watched my face.

"When you were invited to that party at Willis', what did Hapsboro tell you?" she asked. I was a little surprised she knew that Hapsboro was the one who invited me but I still answered the question.

"He just told me that it was a very exclusive party, for only some of Mr. Willis' closest friends and those working under him at Antamount. That's all," I said.

Katherine paused for a second. "You told me that you had a girlfriend, right? Was she at the party?"

"No, Hapsboro told me that Mr. Willis was bad with names and that it was best that she didn't come for fear of confusing him,"

"Don't you find that to be a little odd Alex? I mean, why would only YOU be invited when at most parties, the customary thing to do is to bring a date?"

I was growing a little angry at her questioning. "Look, I don't know. When you are a broke delivery man, you don't question things like invitations to one of the most powerful men in the entertainment industries house,"

Katherine looked at me for a second, studying me. She seemed to be calculating an alternate round of questioning. I noticed now too that her voice had dropped a little bit and she was leaning across the table to talk to me, as if she didn't want anyone to overhear her.

"Alright, well then tell me this. When we were together at the party, and you saw a bunch of other celebrities there, all with men you had never really seen before, didn't THAT strike you as a little odd?"

"I guess, but in no offense to you, most of the girls were lesser stars and not the type whose relationships would be publicly known knowledge," 

"That's my point. It was a party of small stars, run by one of the biggest names in Hollywood. Don't you think that Mr. Willis could have invited anyone he wanted, given the power he has right now in the industry?"

"Katherine, is this going anywhere, because you are starting to seriously lose me in the direction you are going,"

She sighed for a moment and ran her hands through her blonde hair, sweeping it back away from her face. She closed her eyes for a moment as she thought to herself before opening them again and leaning even further across the table towards me.

"I don't think you understand the way things are working Alex, so I'll tell you what I know. If this costs me later on, so be it, but my gut says that you are an innocent in all of this," she said. I didn't really like being called an "innocent", since such phrasing made me seem like a child, but I didn't stop her.

"When I first came to Hollywood, I couldn't get shit for work. I must have done 10 open casting calls a week and no luck. I finally managed to get some work doing a few B-movies, some straight to video stuff, but that wasn't enough to pay the bills. I was about two weeks away from just calling it quits and moving back home before Mr. Willis found me,"

"What do you mean 'found you'?" I asked.

"I was standing at a pay phone, talking about all my problems with finding work to my friend back home when this man tapped me on the shoulder. I ignored him at first, thinking he just wanted to use the phone. But he tapped me again a few seconds later and I turned around to tell him to fuck off when I noticed that he wasn't just some regular guy. He was tall and lanky, older with gray hair and cold blue eyes. But there was something about him that was striking and handsome so it made me pause for a second on the phone. I looked at him for a moment longer before telling my friend I would call her right back. Something about the man drew me to him and to this day I don't know what it was," Katherine said.

The waitress finally arrived at our table but, feeling my appetite dissipating, I waved her off as Katherine continued her story.

"He introduced himself to me as Wilton Willis, CEO of Antamount Studios, a smaller studio in town. I hadn't heard of Antamount and I thought that it might be a porn studio or something of the sort so I was not impressed in the slightest by his name dropping. He told me that he had been driving down the road and saw me standing there at the phone booth and was so taken by my beauty that he had to stop the car and come introduce himself. Now, I thought he was just some dirty old man when he told me that, and I was about to tell him to buzz off when he told me that he was looking for stars for a new pilot he had sold to a studio here and wanted to know if I would be interested in trying out for the part, since I seemed to fit exactly the description he was looking for,"

"And I take it that the pilot was 'Roswell', the show you were on until recently?" I asked.

"Yes. I don't know how he knew I was an actress, I guess he had heard my conversation with my friend or something. Anyways, he gave me his card and cell phone number and encouraged me to come try out. It wasn't the usual bums rush of pitching either, it was very casual and mellow, like he was one of those old time salesmen who was so confident in the virtues of his product that he didn't even need to pitch it hard,"

"So you went and auditioned and obviously got the part," I said, sipping my water.

"Right. The show wasn't a smash ratings hit, but the critics really liked it and just the fact that it was on the air and had actually been picked up by the network was amazing enough to me. After the deal was sealed, Willis introduced me to Gordon Hapsboro and a lot of his higher up employees at a party in celebration of the show being picked up. While I was there, I too was invited to come solo, even though I had been dating this musician who lived two floors down in my apartment. At the party, I think I drank a bit too much, because when Willis managed to pull me aside to talk to me, I pretty much nodded my head and went along with whatever he said,"

"What did he tell you?"

"I can't remember the exact phrasing or wording but it essentially translated into the idea that to become famous in this town, you had to make sacrifices and you had to be willing to play the sexual politics game that took place behind the scenes of every deal. I remember thinking to myself that he was just spouting some rhetoric just so he could get into my pants, but like I said the alcohol loosened me up quite a bit and I went along with what he wanted,"

"So you actually slept with him?" I asked, raising my eyebrows slightly at the thought of an old man like him fucking a beautiful creature like Katherine.

"I did," she said, looking down at the table for a moment, avoiding my eyes. "And truthfully, the sex was pretty good. I mean, I did owe him for giving me my start and big break and all that, so it wasn't like I was raped exactly. The show continued to do well, I started to get some decent media attention and hell, even a few fan web pages on the Internet. It was right around this time that Antamount had a string of movie hits and became the hot studio in Hollywood. Having been there on the ground floor of all this, I felt excited to know that I was working under a quickly rising powerful man in the Hollywood structure, especially a self made man like Willis who had come in and wrestled some market away from the big corporations,"

This was true, I recalled. Wilton Willis had been a small business man who had managed to hit it big selling a key part to the technology in modems, right before the big Internet boom of the 90s. He had become a multi-millionaire over night essentially and had decided to turn his eyes towards Hollywood, claiming that the cinema had always fascinated him. At least, that's what one of those true Hollywood story shows had said any ways.

"Things were going great for a while, until I started finding myself getting invited to virtually all Antamount parties. It wasn't as if I was being forced to go, but Mr. Willis had made it clear to me early on about the sexual politics game and whenever I was at one of his functions, he or Hapsboro always seemed to bring over important men with important titles to meet me. It was sort of understood that I was to entertain them for the evening, by bowing to whatever they wanted. For a while I didn't really mind, since the future seemed wide open to me in terms of where my career would go. Plus, most of the guys I was told to entertain were older and they couldn't stay hard for more than a few minutes and as such were pretty easy to take care of with just a hand job,"

My head seemed to be spinning faster and faster now as each word spilled out of Katherine's mouth. I didn't know whether to believe her or not, but the story was incredibly fantastic. I found my voice to be a bit shaky and my mouth dry as I posed the question that she seemed to be hinting at.

"You're telling me that Wilton Willis pimped you out to men in Hollywood?" I said, amazed that even having to udder the words was taking place.

Katherine looked away out the window for a moment and just stared at the cars going by on the street between the diner and Antamount's lot.

"Pimped out is a bit harsh. I always have thought of it as serving as a sort of escort," she said, still gazing out the window.

"But that's what it essentially is, isn't it? I mean, you had to do sexual favors for whoever Willis told you to, didn't you?"

Katherine finally looked at me, a bit of angry resolve on her face.

"It wasn't Willis himself who told me to do things, it was Hapsboro mostly. And yes, I guess you're right, if you put things that bluntly,"




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 02



"Do you have any idea why he would be doing it? I mean, I can understand if either one of them just wanted to sleep with you, but sharing you out to other men seems strange,"

"That's what I have spent the past few years trying to figure out. I even raised the question to Hapsboro one time in his office and he was livid. He called me all sorts of horrible names that still make my eyes well up just thinking about. He refused to even think of answering the question and instead just stormed out of his office. I must have seriously angered him because it was only a few weeks later before 'Roswell' was cancelled,"

I felt a slight chill run down my back. "You mean they cancelled your show because you wouldn't fuck other guys?"

"That's the way I took it. I of course can't prove anything, but the other girls on the show had all been handpicked by Willis so I assume that one of them must have said something to them," Katherine said. She hadn't touched her food in quite a while.

"So then with the show cancelled, you aren't in his control anymore right? I mean, you don't owe them anything," I asked.

"It's not that simple Alex," she said, shaking her head. "It's almost like the mob. Once you are in, you can't get out. I've heard talks of girls trying to break away from Willis or other studios who do the same sort of thing, but they all ended up with completely trashed careers. I don't want that, not after having tasted fame, so I stopped trying to buck away from the system,"

I sat there for a moment, dumbfounded, as I soaked in all this information at once. Who would have thought that such a simple question just a few minutes earlier would have led to all this.

"Where do I fit into all of this? Why did you call me an innocent?" I asked, trying to keep Katherine from having to dredge up old feelings and memories.

"When Hapsboro introduced us at the party, I just assumed you were one of the people 'in the know' and that you were just another sort of regular customer, albeit a new one," she said.

"But I wasn't," I replied.

"I didn't know that then, and it wasn't until you just told me how clueless you were that things actually started to sink in. They never would tell me anything about the men I was with, Hapsboro just made sure I always kept them happy. In that way, I guess you were right: I was and still am a sort of Hollywood whore,"

Katherine sighed a bit at this last sentence, as if she had resolved herself to her fate. I tried to cheer her up by offering some alternatives.

"Why don't you just go to the police? I'm sure that they could arrest him for doing such a horrible thing," I said.

She laughed for the first time in our conversation, although it wasn't a very pleasant laugh. More of a biting, sarcastic giggle.

"You're joking right? Go to the LAPD, the most corrupt police force in the country, and tell them that Hollywood isn't treating it's actresses fairly? I'd be laughed out of the station," 

"Well, you've got to do SOMETHING!" I said, a little miffed that she had laughed at my honest suggestion.

"I know that. But right now, the timing is just not right. I'm not high enough in the girl rankings to do anything worthwhile against them,"

"Girl rankings?" I asked, surprised even more by this new twist in the story.

Katherine shot me a wry look. "What, you didn't think that I was the only girl in Hollywood they were doing this to, did you?"

"Well...I..."

"The 'girl ranking' is just a sort of term I use to describe the hierarchy of other women under Willis' wing. I don't know who they are or how many of them he has actually asserted some control over, but I have heard rumors that there is a way to tell who they are. There is supposedly a symbol or piercing or mark or something on them somewhere on their body that indicates, like a gang, that they are deeply entrenched in this. I haven't actually seen these anywhere, but I get the feeling that the longer I stay and do this for Willis, the closer I come to finding out,"

"Katherine, you realize that this all sounds like some great big conspiracy theory, right?"

"I know, but I swear to you that it's true Alex. Look, for right now, this stays between you and me. No one else. I don't want to put you or myself in danger if they find out that you know the other side of the system,"

"The other side meaning where the women come from,"

"Exactly. So stay quiet about all this, please. I can't stress that enough. And if you want proof about all this, come with me tonight. I'm supposed to put a show on at the Starry Dreams Club tonight with some other girls and if you don't believe all this is actually happening then you need to come watch for yourself. It will convince you real quick," Katherine said.

She glanced down at her watch a little nervously. "Shit, I need to go. I have to go buy an outfit for this thing tonight,"

Reaching into her purse to pull out a pen, she scribbled down an address on a napkin and handed it to me.

"Here. Get there about 8:00 and go inside. Wait in one of the bathroom stalls until 9:00, as they are shutting the club down for us, since it's a private party. It's just a normal strip club during the day but when Hapsboro or Willis or someone else wants to throw a private "show" then they always rent this place out. If you hide in the bathroom, you should manage to stay out of the way of the bouncers when they clear out all the normal customers," Katherine said, standing up to go.

"We should come on stage about 9:30, so make sure you are somewhere that you can see what's happening but also where you won't get caught by the bouncer or any of Willis' people," she said, turning to go.

I grabbed her arm for a second, one lingering question still rattling around in my mind.

"Katherine, wait," I said, turning her towards me.

She looked down at me in the seat and then glanced around the room as if to make sure no one else saw her talking to me.

"What?"

"Just one more thing. Why do you or any of the other girls do it to begin with?" I said.

Katherine thought for a moment, then just shrugged her shoulders.

"He offers us something that we want," she said. I let her arm go from my grasp and watched her as she walked out the door, the bell above her head jingling on the way out.

I sat in my booth for what must have been a long time, as the manager of the place, a large man with a massive belly and grease on his shirt, came over to me and told me I had to leave since I was taking up a booth and there were customers waiting. I nodded my head and left a tip before stepping outside into the late afternoon sun. The events of the morning seemed so far away now, and strangely tainted by the conversation between Katherine and I. Walking back to the studio lot, I suddenly remembered that Petty was supposed to meet me for lunch! Shit, how could I have forgotten something like that!

Dashing into the A8 office, I raced down the hall to my office and flung the door open, expecting to see Petty sitting there on the couch with that angry but still cute look on her face. But the room was empty and quiet. She must have came and went, and was probably at home right now fuming that I had stood her up. I closed the door slowly and walked back down the hall towards the casting lot.

Passing the secretaries desk, she stopped me for a moment. "Here Mr. Hilt, a message for you,"

I took it from her and scanned it quickly.

'Alex - Sorry we missed lunch, but it was my fault for getting here late. I've got some big news though, and I can't wait to see you tonight. Love, Petty'

I folded the note up and stuck it in my pocket, wondering what her news was that could even possibly hope to top my conversation with Katherine. The big question now was whether or not to tell Petty, or just let it ride for a while until I found out more information. It would probably be best to keep my mouth shut until I was completely convinced that Katherine was telling the truth. I couldn't stop thinking about what Katherine said, and must have zoned out again as I walked onto the casting lot, startling the actors who were reading lines by the blue screen.

The entire room turned to look at me as I walked over to the table where Shuman and Furrow were sitting, as if they hadn't moved an inch from when I last saw them. I took a seat next to them and apologized for interrupting.

"You know Hilt, a lunch break usually only lasts an hour," Furrow whispered to me, a bit of malice in his voice.

"How long was I gone?"

"Three hours," Shuman replied.

"Shit, sorry. I...I wasn't feeling too good, I had a late night last night and I guess my mind is on other things," I said. "Maybe I should just call it a day and leave the rest of the casting up to you two,"

They both looked at each other for a moment and then Furrow nodded.

"Yeah, maybe that's best. Unless you plan on making out with any of the male actors," he said. Shuman snickered a bit at this joke.

"No, that wasn't my intention. And this morning I hadn't planned on doing anything with the actresses but," I said, but Furrow interrupted me.

"It was a joke Hilt. Go home and feel better and we can deal with this some other time. Leave the casting to the professionals,"

I was a bit offended at this comment but I let it slide as I stood up to go. Neither of them offered me so much as a goodbye as I left the room and stepped back out into the office, the sound of the currently auditioning actor butchering one of the lines of my script.

Getting into my car, I sat there for a few minutes, holding the address Katherine had written down out in front of me on the steering wheel, debating on what to do. She had told me to get there at 8:00, but I still had two hours to go till that time. I didn't want to go home and have to dump all of this on Petty and then leave again, so I was torn about what to do. Sitting there for a while, I dissected everything Katherine had said to me: Was she telling the truth? Was Hollywood as deeply entrenched in sexual exploits as she had hinted? If so, why hadn't any of this ever become public knowledge? Surely the odds of all those people she implied being involved actually keeping a secret like that for so long would have meant that someone would have spoken up before then. Unless of course there was more to it, more that she wasn't telling me or more that she didn't know.

Starting up my car, I pulled out of the lot and got onto the freeway, driving to no place in particular. My stomach growled and I stopped at a Jack in the Box to scarf down a couple of burgers before heading back out towards Hollywood Boulevard. Traffic was heavy, the rush hour crowd slowing things down considerably as I sat in my car in silence, lost in my own mental tangents about what might lay in store for me at the strip club that night. The sun began to go down over the horizon when I finally managed to break out of traffic and went looking for the Starry Dreams club, the streetlights coming on one by one as the pedestrians out walking and the tourists taking in the sights began to thin out.

The club was on a side street off of Vine road, one of the main drags of the city. Once you got away from the glimmer and flashiness of the usual tourist traps, Los Angeles resembled any other big city in the country: homeless people huddled in doorways, gaudy looking older women strutting their sun wrinkled bodies down the road as they shopped at the latest trendy stores, and the regular influx of hardened city dwellers going about their business, an especially harsh breed coming out at night.

The purple sign of the club, which featured a constellation of stars made out to look like a nude woman, gleamed brightly above the parking lot of the building, the place itself not much more than a hole in the wall type of club, a few cars in the lot but for the most part deserted looking. Pulling in, I locked my car (and locked it twice, just to make sure) and then removed my tie and coat as I waited for a few minutes before going in. It was ten till 8:00 and if what Katherine had said was true then things would get started any time now.

Opening my car door, I fixed my hair and tried to look as neatly dressed as possible, despite my inner nervousness at going inside. I had been to plenty of strip clubs in my earlier years but the idea that I was going to be privy to something that was a closely guarded secret tonight just by being inside this one made my heart beat faster in my chest. Approaching the door, I saw a large black man, a little bit bigger than my own bulky frame, standing by the door with his arms crossed. He wore all black and looked like a granite statue standing there, the light of the sign above reflecting off of his bald head. I saw his eyes scan me over as I walked towards him. 

For a moment I thought he was going to say something to me, but instead he simply stepped out of the way and let me walk in to the door, the cracked red paint on it peeling in about a dozen places. Stepping inside, the room was darkly lit and had a very heavy odor of old cigarette smoke and spilled alcohol that hit my nostrils in force. The music blaring further inside was some rap song I had heard a few years ago and I could just barely make out the naked flesh of a woman spinning around on a pole, her long brown hair twirling like a sheet behind her.

To my right I saw a grizzled looking old man, a tattoo of a bulldog on his shoulder and an eye patch over his left eye sitting behind a counter. Beneath him were what you would expect to find at a club like this: dirty magazines, boxes of cigarettes and a few boxes of condoms that looked like they hadn't moved since the 1970s. The man sucked on a cigarette that dangled from his mouth limply as he leaned across the counter to speak to me.

"Cover's $15 big man," he said.

I reached into my pocket and gave him a $20 bill. He handed me a five in return.

"You need any change? Any $1 bills?" he asked.

"No, thanks. But I'll come talk to you if I do," I said, walking past him.

The place had a few other patrons seated up as close as possible to the stage. A short girl wearing nothing but a green g-string danced and slid up and down on the pole beside her, rubbing her breasts between the metal rod. A group of Hispanic men were huddled closely together, making change with one another while the girl danced. One of the men, a very short guy, leaned forward onto the stage, his arms crossed in front of him as he held out a wad of dollar bills in front of his face. The girl spotted him and smiled, slinking her way over to the group of men, who uttered something excitedly in Spanish. 

I took a seat a few chairs back from the stage, behind a lonely looking middle-aged business man who, from the five or six bottles in front of him on the table, looked to be quite drunk. His gaze was transfixed on the woman, her supple ass bouncing and gyrating in front of the Hispanic men, the g-string clearly defining the crack of her ass and ending at the mound of her womanhood.

I sat and watched the show as the song ended and the brunette sauntered away from the men, who looked crestfallen at seeing her leave. Another song came on promptly however and the men's mood quickly changed as the hooted and hollered while a busty blond took to the pole, the straps of her flimsy dress already starting to slide down her shoulders.

Taking in the scene, I started to find it a bit depressing to watch. I wondered what the stories were for all of the participants in this club. Why the old man was missing an eye. Why the middle-aged man was sitting there looking so sodden. What had happened to the strippers themselves, in their lives, to make them end up here, revealing their bodies to whomever was willing to pay $15 and would tip them. It was a little sad to think about the state of the human condition like that, but then again the world was tough and I wondered if I would have resorted to such extreme ways eventually if my script hadn't been picked up.

My thoughts on this were short lived however as I saw out of the corner of my eye the old man saying something to the bouncer. The black man was nodding his head and looking around the club, inspecting the other men who were occupied watching the stripper. Glancing at my watch, I noticed that it was 20 till 9:00, and they must have been about to start kicking people out. Katherine had been right, at least on that part.

Standing up slowly, I backed into a bit of shadow near the bar of the club, which was thankfully unmanned, as I slid into the men's room. The place was a shit hole, the floors covered in God knows what, the place probably not cleaned in years, and the smell of urine strong enough to make you gag. Making my way towards the stalls of the poorly lit room, I stepped into the farthest of the three and climbed onto the toilet, steadying myself by holding onto the plastic walls around me. 

The crouch wasn't comfortable in the slightest, but hopefully it would work in allowing me to stay on in the club. I adjusted my legs and tried to stay as still as possible, listening to the soft thud of the bass from the rap music outside the bathroom. Five minutes or so passed and I started to feel silly about the whole thing, another five minutes away from simply climbing down and going back out into the club like a normal person. Then, the music outside stopped. I heard voices talking, although I couldn't make out what they were saying. One was gruff and loud, while the others all seemed to come at once, their own voices raised in tempo. Must be the Hispanic guys arguing with the bouncer.

The argument continued for a minute or two and then the voices faded away from the bathroom. The place was strangely quiet then, not a sound to be heard anywhere except for the occasional drip from one of the sink faucets. Looking at my watch, it was 8:53 and that meant that in just a few more minutes the private guests would start to arrive. I became more comfortable then, knowing that I was almost home free. That is, until the bathroom door opened.

My heart leapt into my throat and I could feel the blood pounding in my head as I heard heavy footsteps on the tile floor. They walked into the bathroom and then seemed to stop by the urinal. I didn't dare look under the stall to see who it was, as doing so would most certainly give away my hiding spot. The feet moved again and then I heard a loud grunt/sigh come from whoever the feet belonged to. A moment later I heard the trickle of water hitting the back of a urinal and I finally breathed out slowly, though I still didn't dare move.

A minute or so later, I heard a zipper being drawn up and the weak flushing of the urinal as the feet stepped away towards the door. I heard the door creak open and the footfalls disappear outside, the flimsy door slamming shut behind them. It was now 9:01 and the party should be starting any time now, but I didn't want to risk things until I was sure that it was clear to go outside. My legs had started to ache from the sitting position and my knees felt wobbly as I balanced there, still gripping onto the walls tightly. I tried to think of other things to take my mind off of it, and managed to succeed at this for a few more minutes as voices outside thankfully began to be heard.

Stepping down off the toilet, I straightened myself out and regained my balance, my knees finally stopping from shaking, as the voices outside grew in number and the music kicked on. Looking at my watch one last time, it was 9:08 and the promised private party had officially begun. Taking a deep breath, I walked out of the stall and pushed the door open back out into the club, still careful to avoid being seen. Clinging to the shadow between the men's and women's bathroom doors, I moved slowly back into the main viewing area of the club.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 03



The storyline is becoming quite complex now, so I hope everyone can follow it. If you are new to the series, please read the first two chapters here to catch up and understand everything, as recounting it all here would take too long. Heh. Many thanks to KMB for letting me reference his great series in this chapter. Feedback and suggestions always welcome. ____________________________________________ 

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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 3 of an ongoing series.  

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I have arrived and this time you should believe the hype I listened to everyone now I know that everyone was right I'll be there for you as long as it works for me I play a game It's called insincerity - Nine Inch Nails



ALEX'S STORY:

I slugged down my fourth shot in about 10 minutes, the bourbon going down hard and fiery down my throat. The stale smell of cigarette smoke and spilled beer wafting into my nostrils, I rubbed my hand through my hair. What a day it had been. Setting my glass down, I motioned for the bartender to fill it up again. He walked hesitantly over to me, the question of if I had had enough hanging on his lips and yet no words coming as he was about to say it. I watched him refill the glass and then picked it up in my hand, examining its brownish qualities, the liquor sloshing around slightly in the smudged glass. It looked small and frail in my hand, and I could crush it if I wanted to I suppose, but that would just bring on startled glances and questions from the other patrons of this dank bar, and questions were the one thing I was very much looking to avoid today if at all possible.

After my experience in the Starry Dreams strip club the night before, wherein I witnessed three of Hollywood's most beautiful women essentially becomes whores and sex slaves for a room full of powerful men, the most plaguing thought on my mind was not about what had happened but why. Things were not making sense, no matter how much I replayed them in my mind. Why were these women being so used like this and perhaps more importantly, why did they allow themselves to be? There had to be a reasonable explanation; there always was, at least if movies had taught me anything at all. And here I was smack dab in the middle of the place of dreams, getting my OWN movie made. Strangely though, life felt more bizarre than any piece of fiction I had ever seen on screen.

It didn't help matters that I was on the outs with Petty, my girlfriend. She had caught a great break for her singing career while waiting for me at my office, and how did I show her my joy for her? By going off about the evilness I was starting to understand of the record label/movie studio both of us suddenly found ourselves in the good graces of. It wasn't that I wasn't happy for her, it was simply that I thought that Antamount, the studio who bought my script and wanted to sign her to a record deal, had suddenly become inherently polluted in my mind, the luster losing it's sheen, following the events of last night.

So fuck it, I deserved these drinks, bartender be damned. Things were going to get worse before they got better, that much my gut already told me. What happened this morning certainly didn't help matters at all.

I had went into the studio the same as I had the day before, only this time armed with more knowledge than I probably wanted. Whereas before, everything seemed magical and like a dream, now it was as if everything was cast in a darker light. Secretaries seemed more snotty, set crews seemed more surly and the executives and people involved in Antamount's production of my movie, "Amerikan Family", seemed to be in on some kind of joke that I was the punch line of.

After spending a mostly sleepless night on the couch, I was groggy and yet still decidedly firm in the decision I had come to last night, lying there awake, staring at the ceiling. I had to know what was going on, or at least find out as much more as I could, without seeming too nosy or obvious. The likely source for this had at first seemed to be Gordon Hapsboro, studio owner Wilton Willis' head assistant, but chances are he probably knew too much and would get suspicious if I started questioning. So I crossed off names mentally down the Antamount food chain and had landed on Jack Furrow and Brandon Shuman, the two guys who were overseeing the script and producing my film for Antamount. They might not know everything that was going on behind the scenes at the studio, but they could at least help in putting a lot of my fears to rest and convince me that I was just imagining things.

I walked into the casting lot, opening the door quietly to avoid making too much noise if there were script readings still going on. To my surprise however, the place was empty except for Furrow and Shuman, both of which were standing over the table they were at yesterday, looking down into a speaker phone. Jack had his hands splayed out across the table as he leaned against it, his head down as he listened intently to the other end, while Brandon stood idly by the table, his arms crossed, looking bored. As I drew closer to them, I could begin to hear the conversation in full.

"So then first it's Virginia for the end scene, followed by the lot here for the rioting and climax and the rest will be shot in France. Is that what your notes say too Mr. Willis?" Furrow said into the speaker phone. I stood still, barely even breathing as I listened. Just the mention of Willis' name now sent chills down my back.

"Yes Jack, that's the shooting schedule. And casting is complete, at least with the principal players?" I heard Willis' voice say. It sounded tinny and far away, or at the very least to be coming from a cell phone.

"Yes sir. Two weeks more of final script prep and then we will be ready to start shooting," Furrow said.

"I assume Brandon has everything in order then?" Willis asked.

Brandon unfolded his arms and leaned in over the speaker. "Yes Mr. Willis, the revisions are going to be slight. Hilt gave us something decent to work with so that's a good thing. Although I still think changing the name might be in order," Brandon said.


"Nonsense. What with all this flag waving and patriotic mumbo jumbo going on, anything with the word 'America' in it will sell tickets like crazy. Even if it is misspelled. Now, I must be going gentlemen, is there anything else?" Willis said.

"No sir. Have a safe flight," Jack said. There was an audible click on the other end, followed by a soft beep as Jack hung up the phone. He stepped back from the table and stretched, his arms rising high above his head. I took this as a cue to continue on into the room.

Brandon saw me first. "Hey Alex, what's up?"

"Just back on the job," I replied.

"Glad to hear it. You feeling better?"

"Yes, thank you. First day jitters I guess," I said, obviously not letting in on the fact that I had left early yesterday more out of confusion and worry than any sort of actual sickness. 

"Well, we finished up casting without you. Here's a list," Brandon said, handing me a sheet of paper from the table. I took it and glanced down, scanning. It was written in a neat but slightly erratic hand, almost as if it was done in haste. A lot of the names I had never heard of, but a few stood out.

In the role of the mistress, they had cast Monica Bellucci. This was no surprise, given how well she had played the role yesterday during an audition. There were a few actual surprises though. For the teenage daughter, they had cast Eliza Dushku and for the youngest daughter, Mila Kunis (there were three kids, two girls and a younger boy). I raised my eyebrows at the casting of Kunis, as she had never struck me as much of a dramatic actress. Furrow must have picked up on my puzzlement, because he was quick to jump in.

"The studio wanted her for the daughter role to draw in the teen crowd. You know, the under 17 set," Furrow said.

I glanced up at him, still a bit puzzled. "But the movie is incredibly violent and is more than likely going to end up with an 'R' rating. What good does it do to cast a teen favorite into an 'R' rated movie?"

"Hey, we don't make the rules. We just hear from the studio 'cast this girl' every now and then and we are very much obliged to do it," Brandon said. 

Looking over the rest of the list, none of the other names caught my eye, but I figured that the list was likely to change in the future, especially since they were wanting to apparently wait two weeks before filming began. I handed the paper back to Brandon.

"It looks ok, I guess. No huge stars but hey, this is my first movie right?" I said, forcing a smile.

"How true. Don't worry though. If the movie goes over well, you'll gain some creed and your next film could have an all star cast," Jack said, standing over the desk with his head down again, putting some papers into a folder. He picked it up and looked at me.

"We were just taking a conference call with Mr. Willis, but since that's done, there isn't much left to do today. I'm afraid you got here a little too late Alex," Jack said.

"If you had told me that there was going to be a conference call, I would have been here sooner," I replied, a little irked at what he was insinuating.

"Hey, easy there big guy. We didn't know about it either. In fact, we had just sat down when the secretary buzzed us and told us that he was on the phone. You'll learn that pretty quick here: Willis likes to make surprise calls to see what is going on. He's neurotic like that," Brandon said.

I sighed in frustration, but the anger passed quickly. I had more important things to worry about. 

The three of us began to walk out of the room, Jack moving surprisingly spry for someone his age (probably mid to late 40s), with Brandon slouching behind him as I brought up the rear. I quickly scanned the two of them, trying to figure out who might be the most approachable. I decided on Brandon, as his Generation X slacker attitude simply vibed that not very much could irritate or get to him, even a line of questioning out of left field. I caught up to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him slightly back towards me.

Brandon spun on his heels, his eyes still locked on watching Jack leave the room. Furrow didn't notice either of us, lost in his own world as his long legs took big strides out of the room, the folder of documents under his arm.

"What?" Brandon said, a little startled by the feel of my hand on his arm.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," I replied, my voice a little soft in my throat. Brandon looked at me for a moment, but I watched over his head as Jack disappeared out the door, the heavy metal of it closing behind him with a slam.

"Alex, I'm late for a..."

"It will only take a moment,"

"Fine. What is it?"

I had to think carefully over every word as it came out of my mouth, although this wasn't too big of a problem. I had rehearsed the lines in my head the entire way over. I took a deep breath and started, my eyes watching Brandon's own.

"When you first started working here, did you notice anything weird?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, like little perks or something around the office, that sort of thing,"

Brandon thought for only a split second. "No. Why?"

I was a bit puzzled - I hadn't expected this response.

"You know, invitations to parties, special treatment, that sort of thing?"

"Alex, what the hell are you talking about? I mean yeah, I go to parties and all but..."

"No, I mean parties thrown by Mr. Willis,"

It was very brief and just for a split second, but I saw it wash over him like a wave cresting across rocks. His body stiffened for a second, but his mind was too quick for even this subtle body language.

"Nope. I have only talked to the guy once in person, and when I did it was just a handshake and hello. Are you getting cut in on something I'm not? Because if so, I better speak to my agent,"

"No no, nothing like that. It's just...I heard things from some people, that's all. I was just curious I guess,"

Brandon shuffled on his feet, obviously anxious to leave.

"Yeah, well whatever Alex. I really gotta go. Have fun at your parties," he said, turning to leave. I grabbed onto his arm tighter now, though I could never remember exactly why. Maybe it was that he served as a life vest in this growing sea of turbulence I was in; maybe it was for no reason in particular.

"I'm thinking of taking some time off," I said, the words surprisingly hoarse in my throat. This caught Brandon by surprise.

"What? The movie just got going!"

"I know, but I'm still having to adjust to this lifestyle I guess," I lied. "Besides, do you really need me around here?"

"No, not really. But shit man, if I had a movie being made, I certainly would want to be here to watch it,"

"I know, and I might do that. But only when I'm needed. Even though I'm excited about the movie, I feel like a fifth wheel around here,"

"Well, it's up to you. Hapsboro and Furrow would be pissed off, but I guess that's cool. Maybe it will help you become a better writer or something. You know, take a sabbatical of some sort. I hate to see you leave though, just as we were getting to know one another. Maybe you'll change your mind?"

I smiled at this seemingly genuine show of friendship, of affection.

"I might. I just need time to think, to get my life back in order. That's all,"

Brandon moved his arm from my hand, which I allowed with no resistance.

"Yeah, all right. Well, gotta go Alex. See ya when I see ya,"

I stood there in the middle of the floor, watching him go. He hustled out the same way Furrow did and I couldn't help but think that in some alternate universe, they could have been father and son.

The door slammed behind Brandon as it had behind Jack and only when it settled in it's frame did I move again, walking towards it and out, passing the same secretary again and going to my office. This new information had thrown a kink into the ideas I was forming, but there must be something there that I can work with.

Settling down into my office, the quiet sound of an air conditioning unit outside the only noise in an otherwise quiet, I ran my hands through my hair and stared at the empty blotter on my desk. Looking into it, I saw scenes play out before me in my mind: the first meeting with Hapsboro and the subsequent party that night; the encounter with Katherine at the club; Petty signing a record deal, possibly in this very office. What did it all mean? Why had Brandon flinched like that when I questioned him about it?

The way things played out in my mind, I had two choices. I could leave this behind, take the money I had gotten for my script and not look back, simply smiling to myself when the film finally opened that I had written it and that I was the one who had brought it to life. Or I could try and stick around longer and see where things led, see if there was a way to operate in this system without selling myself short, especially that screaming, nagging voice in the back of my mind that I knew was my conscience. Both choices had pros and cons to them, but I had to reach some sort of conclusion about this, and soon. Otherwise, the problems were likely to consume me almost completely.

Laying my head down on my desk, the soft leather of the blotter pleasingly cool against my cheek, I closed my eyes and ran through all the scenarios, from innocent to extreme. I was now in the middle of all this, but did I want to really see how deep the rabbit hole went, or did I want to claw my way back out while I still had the person I knew as me still intact, while I still quite possibly controlled my soul?

I must have dozed off at some point, because when I was startled awake by a knock on the door, the air of the afternoon had seemed to have changed, indicating the slow dawning of another night in Los Angeles. I lifted my head from the desk, wiping my cheek of a light sheen of sweat that had collected against the side of my face as I cleared my throat.

"Come in," I said groggily.

The door opened slowly and Monica Bellucci appeared before me, almost like an angel in a dream. She wore a pair of low cut jeans and a purple top, the dark skin of her stomach barely visible beneath the material. Her long black hair hung over her shoulder loosely as she opened the door wider and walked into the office, glancing around herself as she stepped through the door. She smiled at me as she drew closer, the light scene of her perfume wafting in like an aura around her. She held a small dish in her right hand and clutched a pair of knives and forks tightly against the dish with her fingers.

"Hello Alex. I hope you don't mind me coming by," she said softly.

"No, it's fine," I said, leaning back in my chair as I stretched my legs out underneath the desk. Monica took a seat across from me in one of the office chairs, her eyes glimmering in the white light of the fluorescent bulb above.

"I came by to thank you," she said, setting the dish and silverware close to her on the desk.

"What for?" I asked.

"For getting me the part in your film," she said, smiling softly. Even though Monica seemed to ooze sexuality with every movement of her body, she could still be incredibly shy and graceful as she conducted herself in such banalities of everyday life as setting down a dish and carrying on a conversation.

"I didn't do anything Monica, I have to be honest with you," I replied.

"Yes," she said, pondering this for a moment. "But I think you actually did. You see, I believe it was my reading with you of the script that helped convince them to give me the part, to give me my big American break,"

I blushed slightly at this, remembering our normal screen kiss that had quickly evolved into something more, something passionate. It had been incredibly hot, without a doubt, but whether or not it was what got her the part, I didn't really know. She played the character very well, and I had read my lines the same way I had always envisioned them to be read when I wrote the script. Still though, there had been, undeniably, some sort of spark or kinetic energy between us from the scene.

"I just read the script Monica," I said, looking away from her eyes, eyes that a man could lose himself forever in. "You did all the convincing,"

Monica shook her head lightly from side to side. "I don't believe that and I don't think you do either. WE sold them the scene, WE sold them the part. It was your script and perhaps my acting that won me the role, but we couldn't have done it without the other," she said. I could feel her eyes scanning over me, reading my reaction.

I sighed, accepting her compliment as gracefully as I could. "I'm just happy you got it. I can't think of a better person to have won the role, quite honestly,"

Monica smiled at me, scooting herself closer towards me at the desk. Her breasts jostled slightly in her shirt, which was tighter than I had first noticed. She smiled at me over the desk, her chin held in her palm as she pushed the dish towards me.

"I brought you something," she said with a grin.

I pulled the dish towards me. It was a ceramic thing with a light flower stencil around the outside and a plastic top holding it's contents inside. Beneath the top I could see a myriad of colors - greens and browns and reds and yellows and oranges. Lifting off the top, the air around me was immediately filled with the scent of Italian food - garlic, fresh pasta, rich cheese. It smelled wonderful.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 03



"What's this?" I asked, glancing down at the pile of noodles and beef that fit snugly inside the dish.

"When I was a little girl," Monica said. "My mother taught me that the best way to repay someone, especially a man, is to prepare them a rich and enjoyable meal. One that will leave them fat and happy after they eat, a small piece of bliss in edible form so to speak,"

I took a fork from the desk and prodded the contents. Until the smell had hit my nose, I had no idea I was as hungry as I really was. Monica saw me poking it and checking it out.

"It's a lasagna," she said. "I love to cook for my husband and family and I had some left from last night's meal so I thought I would give it to you as a sign of appreciation,"

"You didn't have to do this Monica,"

"Nonsense. This isn't even doing enough! If your film is as good as I think it is, and I have a pretty good sense of these things, my life will become infinitely better in the next few years. A dish of leftovers is the least I can do,"

I dug the fork in deeper and lifted out a bite. Normally I wouldn't eat pasta like this cold, but the scent was overpowering. I had to try it now. 

Putting it into my mouth, the cheese practically melted on my tongue, my taste buds overwhelmed with the strength of the food. An edible piece of bliss had been exactly right, I thought to myself as I chewed the pasta and swallowed it. Monica watched me, a slight sense of desired approval in her eyes.

"Monica, it's delicious," I said, setting the fork down to look at her again. The flavors still tingled in my mouth, making a few of my taste buds water in anticipation of more to come.

She picked up a fork and took a bite out for herself. Closing her eyes, she savored the pasta as it touched her tongue. Swallowing gracefully, her long neck moving ever so slightly as it went down, Monica opened her eyes again and watched me. 

"I hear you are leaving the film," she said, a slight look of disappointment in her eyes. How could she know so quick? Did word really travel that fast?

"I'm thinking about it, yes. They don't need me around anyways, getting myself into trouble," I replied, now eating the lasagna eagerly.

"But I need you," she said softly, her eyes now locked on me.

I swallowed hard. "You do? What could you possibly need a writer like me for?"

Monica laughed. "To keep me saying the right lines silly! If I know you are on set then I can feel comfortable that the master, the author, is right there with me when I say his beautiful dialog,"

I blushed slightly at such a strong compliment. Praise such as that doesn't come very often from a beautiful woman like Monica Bellucci.

"Like I said, I'm still thinking about it," I replied, setting my fork down. Monica however, plunged hers back in and scooped out a sizeable bite. Holding it out in front of her face, she leaned it across the desk towards me, the fork extended directly in front of her. I could smell her perfume and freshly washed hair, even over the spices of the lasagna, as I dutifully opened my mouth for her as she slid the fork in. The feeling of the steel of the fork and the bursting flavor from the pasta, coming from Monica's hand, was strangely arousing. I had never been one of those people who saw the erotic qualities of food, but as I chewed the pasta I began to reconsider my stance on the subject.

Monica pulled the fork away from my mouth but kept the same leaning position across the desk, her breasts pressing into the surface of the desk through her shirt. 

"If there is anything I could maybe do to make you stay," Monica said, trailing off, her sexy voice now fading from her lips in a sultry whisper.

"Monica, I...I mean, I want to stay and help out with the movie," I said, my eyes locked on hers as she leaned further across the desk, her lips now just an agonizing few inches from my own. I didn't get to finish the last phrase of my sentence however, as she quickly leaned in across from me and pressed her soft lips against my own.

If our first screen kiss had been just that, something for the cameras, something devoid of much real passion, this second kiss was the exact opposite. I felt a spark of energy course through my body, as if Monica had transferred her sexuality somehow from her lips onto my own body, the river of arousal racing through every nerve in my body. 

Our lips stayed locked together for another moment before I pulled away, part of my mind wondering if the current of passion would create a spark of some sort when our lips parted. It didn't materialize of course, but that didn't keep the moment from still feeling incredibly intense and heated, Monica licking her lips together seductively as we hovered inches away from each other yet again.

Monica smiled at me and pushed the food away from her, a slight jingle of the silverware sliding across the desk as the only noise to be heard. She lifted herself onto all fours on top of the desk, throwing her hair back over her shoulder as she leaned down to kiss me again. I stood up from my chair but Monica rose as well, lifting her body as our lips stayed together, her tongue now moving into my mouth as it explored across my lips and teeth. I responded equally, tasting the sweetness of her mouth - a delicious mix of the spices from the pasta and something else, something sweeter such as fruit. Our breathing now filled the room as I wrapped my arm around Monica's waist, pulling her closer to me. My hand caressed down her back to her ass, squeezing first one cheek and then the other as my fingers felt the soft roughness of the denim beneath it's tips. My thumb grazed across a patch of exposed skin between her hips and the bottom of her shirt, the warmth and heat radiating off her body incredible beneath my touch.

The back of my mind screamed loudly at me to consider why she was doing this, what was going on and whether or not she was being sincere or had just been sent here to do her job. But as loudly as it yelled, my instincts had taken over. There would be time later to analyze things, but giving into the weakness of her flesh at this very moment was something that I was willing to do, no matter what the costs later down the road.

I could feel Monica's breath heavy on my cheek as she exhaled, getting more excited by my roaming hands as they caressed her body, a finger sliding into her jeans as I touched the thin fabric of what had to be a pair of thong underwear separating her body from her jeans. Monica's hands were wrapped tightly around my back, her nails running across my shoulders and arms, giving me a tingling sensation each time she touched a new area. The bulge in my pants was impossible to hide now, but Monica didn't seem to notice (or mind) as she leaned forward into me, her pelvis pressing tightly against my body.

She moved her mouth from my lips and began to kiss down my neck towards my chest. Reaching her arms down away from my back, she pulled at the ends of my shirt, lifting it up and out from my belt and, in one quick motion, over my head and onto the floor. The cold air of the room rushed over me, adding to the tingling excitement I already was feeling, my heart thudding loudly in my chest. Monica lowered her head down my chest once again, this time kissing and licking my nipples as her tongue slid smoothly down my abs. She unbuckled my belt and pushed my pants to the floor, where they landed with a soft thud. I stood there in just my boxers now, admiring this gorgeous creature in front of me. A lock of her hair had fallen over one of her eyes, adding to the sultry look on her face. Still on her knees, Monica scooted forward towards me and dipped her upper body down below the level of the desk, so that her head was just a few inches away from my crotch.

I gasped in excitement as I felt her hand slide into my boxers and pull out my rock hard cock, her hand delicate and soft against my throbbing manhood. Monica pulled my aching prick out of my boxers and held it firmly in her hand, wasting no time as she lowered her luscious lips down onto it, her tongue and a drop of hot saliva falling out as she engulfed the head. Her lips sliding down the length of my shaft, Monica was clearly an expert in the "oral arts". Her ass swayed on the desk as she bobbed her head up and down on me, sucking gently along each vein and ridge of my dick, a slight smear of her lipstick staining my flesh. I moved my hand back onto her ass as I bent over her, slipping one hand beneath her waist to grasp the fly of her jeans. I unbuttoned the loose clasp and then hooked the edges with my thumbs as I pulled them down off her ass, her round and firm buttocks exposed to me, causing even greater arousal on my part. 

Monica moved a hand down to my shaft as she sucked on me, oblivious to the undressing I was doing to her. Her cheeks billowed in and out as she devoured my cock, the warm fluids of her mouth making the blowjob incredibly intense, the feel of her hot mouth like a sauna of sexual pleasure. I groped and squeezed her ass cheeks now, my fingers dancing lightly over the navy blue, transparent thong she wore, the thin fabric cutting deeply into her ass between her cheeks. I slid a finger down further on her ass, stretching my reach to the fullest, as I found her pussy, already slightly wet with arousal. I pushed the thong aside with a finger and then began to work the tip of my middle finger into her, feeling the softness of her womanhood beneath my touch. This just encouraged Monica as she groaned beneath me, sucking harder on my prick. 

I lifted my hand from her snatch, my fingers wet with her juices and began to remove her shirt as best as possible (the position was admittedly a little awkward). Sliding the top over her smooth back and shoulders, it hung around her neck between her breasts, Monica not wanting to lift her mouth away long enough to remove the garment. Her bra was a black, lacy thing, straining against the size of her ample breasts, her tits swaying gently as she bobbed up and down, working her shoulders and neck completely. I felt my balls start to tingle as my orgasm grew near, but I didn't want to shoot my load into Monica's mouth - if I came, this might be the only time I ever got with Monica Bellucci and I wasn't going to be satisfied until I had sampled her undoubtedly wonderful pussy.

Reaching my hand to her head, feeling the soft curls of her hair against my fingers, I gently lifted Monica's mouth off of my prick. She raised her head and looked at me, lust in her eyes as she caught her breath slightly. Her lipstick was smeared and there was a slight hint of moisture against her upper lip as she watched me. I smiled at her and sat her upright - she had led the foreplay before but now I was going to take control.

Sitting there watching me, I ran my hand across Monica's cheek, her face following my touch as she kissed the back of my palm. Grazing over her shoulders and neck, I placed my hand beneath her breasts, grasping the hook in the front that held these delightful beauties in places. With a soft snap, the hook opened and the garment parted, sagging slightly on her chest (though her breasts were doing anything BUT sagging). I moved my hand to her left breast and pushed the bra aside, cupping her tit in my hand as my thumb stroked her nipple. Monica sighed happily at me as I teased her hardening nub, the darkened areola of which grew flush beneath my touch. I placed my other hand on the opposite breast and pushed the bra aside, allowing the strapless thing to fall off of her body and onto my desk. Slowly moving my hand up her neck, I grasped onto her shirt and pulled it over her head, Monica shaking her head slightly as her long locks fell against her shoulders. 

She was topless now as I took Monica by the hand and stood her up on the floor, her body a sexy sight that I couldn't drink in enough as she stood there in her damp thong and a pair of sneakers. Sitting down into the chair, I slid my boxers off and onto the floor beneath the desk as I held Monica's hand in my own, touching her fingers. Monica again smiled at me as she moved her hand away from mine and to her hips, seductively sliding her last real piece of clothing from her body. She did a little turn for me as she moved, bending over at the waist slightly so that I could see her snatch as it became exposed to me, the fabric of her panties coming down her legs and thighs before she stepped out of them on the floor. 

Reaching my hand out, I grazed my finger tips across her belly, feeling the indentation of her belly button, damp ever so slightly from the growing perspiration on her skin. I laid my full palm on her stomach and held it there for a second, feeling her body churn and move beneath me, so alive and so sensual. Sliding downward, my fingers made contact with her neatly trimmed hair, cut in a very thin strip above her opening, the wiry feel even hotter to the touch than the rest of her body. I let my hand fall away as Monica turned towards me, rotating her firm, trim body as she sat down on me in reverse, her ass lowering onto my crotch, my shaft resting firmly between her cheeks.

Monica rocked slowly up and down me, my cock hard and blazing with heat as it brushed against her sex. The feeling was wonderful as the moisture between her legs coated me from base to tip, her soft outer lips parting slightly as my prick slid between them, so agonizingly close to being inside her. Neither one of us used our hands for this seduction - not using them at all, but simply letting our bodies grind and respond to one another was more than enough. Monica settled back against me, her back against my chest as she parted her legs more widely now, the angle of my dick just enough to allow the head to catch between her lips, pressing hard against her opening, begging to be let in. She paused for a moment, feeling this slight pulling and the sexual tension between us reach it's peak, both of us enjoying the feeling of the pressure, the moment before the storm broke into a full on gale.

With a slight moving of her hips, I slid into her, each inch burrowing further into her cunt as I watched between her legs while my cock disappeared into her. It stood straight up now as Monica slowly raised herself off of my lap, only an inch or so, to allow for the fully penetrating effect to take place. Within a moment I was inside of her to the hilt, the head of my shaft nestled softly against the inner walls of her pussy. I felt her inner walls contract involuntarily and we both shuddered as we stayed perfectly still, the fullness of her snatch for her and the tightness for me like a moment frozen in time. 

I moved my hands to Monica's thighs as I slowly slid them up and down her, creating a heated friction between our bodies, my palms moving from just above her knees down to her opening, where the thumbs of my hands met again with the soft heat between her thighs. Daringly I slid my hands further between her legs, the wetness of her body now completely evident as she spread her legs as wide as possible to allow my roaming hands to feel the outer skin of her form. I placed my hands beneath her thighs now and began to lift her off of me slightly, Monica's head back against my chest as she aided me in my maneuvering.

Careful not to move too much for fear of breaking the incredible seal between our bodies, her outer lips I could now see stretched out around the three inches of girth of my manhood, I began to rock her body up and down on my legs, a grunt from my lips and a moan from hers now the only noises of the room, save the distant sound of the AC unit. My ass stuck slightly to the seat, the sweat and juices of our bodies creating a suction sound as I thrust my hips forward, anxious to feel the deepness of her pussy around my shaft as deep as possible. Flexing the head of my dick, I felt the edges expand and brush against her inner wall, causing Monica to moan louder as our flesh became one again inside of her body. 

Moving one hand away from her thigh, I placed it at the small of her back and moved it upward, gently pushing Monica forward so that her body responded to my touch, her head lowering down towards the desk. She was like putty in my hands, responding to every push and pull I gave her as I continued my slow thrust inside of her, feeling the smooth skin of her back beneath my hand as it came to rest against her neck, holding her down slightly against the desk, Monica's hands reaching out to grip onto the desk tightly as I held her forward, my hips now thrusting into her at a better angle. She lowered her forehead to the desk, holding it there as I could see her eyes closed, her lips parted in a frozen gasp of pleasure, hot breath escaping from them. 

We continued like that for what felt like an eternity, Monica bent over slightly at the waist as my dick slid in and out of her halfway, rocking up and down along her crevice, the base of my shaft brushing her clit occasionally, making her body tense up above me. She knew that the torrent of sexual release was coming quickly for her, the slowness of our love making not enough to stop the inevitable tide of arousal that was destined to come. 

Keeping my hand where it was against her neck, a finger touching a stray lock of hair that had fallen around her neck, feeling the softness between my spread fingers as I held it firm, I moved my other hand to her tummy, wrapping my forearm around her waist as I continued to raise her up and down off of me. Monica was lost to her sexual inhibitions now, her body simply responding as her mind was racked with pleasure. I couldn't claim much better, as every hair on my body seemed to be swaying and moving to the touch of her soft skin, the firmness of her stomach and the bottom of her breasts that occasionally would brush against the back of my hand, their soft flesh cresting and falling against me on our circular rhythm of love making. I held her like this for a moment longer, increasing the pace slightly as Monica finally lifted her head from the desk, her hair falling over her eyes as she looked back at me, no words being said at all as we committed this act of adultery for her, cheating for me. Where we were from, the fact that she was from a completely different country and a completely different culture made no difference on the simple fact that we were two people enjoying the most intimate of feelings with one another.

Monica pushed her ass hard against me as I released half of my dick from her tightly grasping pussy, her body begging for more as it strove to reach it's own tidal opening. I allowed her this simple pleasure as she bucked the back of her body against me with all the might she could muster after the slowly sapped strength of her body, feeling the hard nub between her legs held hard and firm against my shaft. She thrust backwards once more as she finally achieved her bliss, her knuckles whitening on the desk that she held so tightly to, a lone "Unnggghh" escaping from her lips before fading away in the soft falling of her voice.

She grinded her hips against me, savoring the feeling of my touch all over her body as I felt goose bumps arrive for a few seconds, the pinnacle of her orgasm, before they too crested off, the moment of bliss passing away from her body after a long and slow build up, the after shocking waves still giving her a radiating strength that ensured that my own orgasm would not go without the proper attention being paid. Monica held firmly to the desk still, her fingernails digging deep into the blotter and wood of the desk, the rest of her body still as she grasped and held onto me as firmly as possible. She finally began to move and stir, beginning to respond to my now aching balls and the release that I wanted to achieve so badly, though I was certainly torn at having to end at such a pleasurable place, the current grasping and build up more than enough pleasure for any one man.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 03



I lifted her up from the desk, her body limp and yet still responsive to my touch as I slid my hand over her nipple, feeling it's softness against the roughness of my palm. Thrusting into her now, her body prone on top of mine, she was mine to use and gratify myself with, the willing price paid for taking her to the level that I did moments earlier. My balls began to tingle again between her legs as I held onto her waist with one hand, her breast the other, bouncing her body against my own as I slammed into her with a growing intensity. The motions of our moving made her rise and fall quicker than before, each agonizing millisecond outside of her pussy reclaimed by the feeling of her body sliding once more over my shaft.

Pushing as hard as I could now with her weight on top of me, I gripped Monica's body tightly above me, my cock drilling into her more and more with each thrust, almost reaching the bottoming out point of this luscious hole, this incredibly wonderful channel of love that didn't want to let me go, nor I to leave it. Our rocking became more feverant now, the tension in my balls begging for release, aching and willing me on to hit that one point of bliss that would release the waves of pleasure all throughout my body. It didn't take long to arrive, as I felt every ridge and bump and nerve in my shaft brush once more against her soft hole, the overwhelming intensity of being inside such a beautiful creature as Monica finally breaking through the defense of my brain that I had created to keep from releasing too quickly. 

I slammed her down firm onto my legs, not unlike the own hard thrusting Monica herself had done a few minutes earlier, I felt my orgasm build and then release like an explosion from my body, the hot delivery of my load coating the inside of her inner walls, spurt after spurt sending me so far over the edge of bliss that I felt dizzy, our fluids mingling with one another. I grunted into Monica's back as I held her still on my hips, waiting for that final moment of bliss to fade, signified by the last gasping shot of my come inside of her body. As it escaped from me, I felt the hardness of my prick begin to diminish, though still evident, as I released my tight grip on Monica's body and allowed her to collapse forward onto the desk slightly.

She moved her ass away from my body, both of us breathing heavily as we dripped sweat onto one another, her back and sides wet with it all over, a lone drop accumulating at her shoulder blade as it slid down the soft contours of her body and down her arm pit where it disappeared from my site, falling onto the floor. Monica raised herself off of me and slowly slid out away from the desk onto the floor, where she laid prone, her eyes closed tightly but a blissful smile on her lips, her sweating and exhausted body sprawled out on the floor.

I reclined back in my chair, sighing loudly as the last glow of orgasm faded from my mind. Wiping the sweat away from my face and forehead, I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again and swiveling my chair to look down at Monica. She lay with one leg slightly crossed over the other, though neither did much to conceal her sex, as she spread her arms out above her head, her hair a weaving mess extended all over the floor. 

My mind still swam slightly from the sex, the feel of Monica's skin against my own still registering like a radiating glow on my body. Drifting, I thought about leaving this behind or at least stepping back slightly from my involvement. If the perks for my time here in Hollywood were any indication of the activities of this afternoon, leaving might not be such a smart idea. Here I had a beautiful woman trying to get me to stay, who was I to turn that down, even if the sex was just that, sex? There was nothing yet to indicate that I had to go along with the ideology behind it, especially since Monica's gesture had seemed to be genuine.

I gazed down at her with a smile, devouring the site of her nude form as it lay a few feet beneath me, my prick softening against my belly as the juices of her body were absorbed into my own. Propping my chin up on my palm, I continued to look at her when, though to this day I still don't know why, I saw something I had never seen before.

Bolting quickly out of the chair, I grabbed my boxers and pants off the floor, taking my shirt from the other side of where Monica lay as I quickly slid it over my body. Stepping over her, I walked with a hurried pace around her and out of the room. My movement must have roused her from the state she was in, for as I opened the door, I heard her worried voice call to me.

"Alex? Alex, what's wrong?" she said, but I was already out the door and down the hall as it faded in my ears.

I couldn't shake the image of what I saw, of what now gleamed like a taunting joker face in front of my mind's eye. 

Nestled covertly between her thighs, in a position where only the proper angle and proper light would catch it, was the symbol. The circle with the prongs pointing in each of the main directions, the same lightning bolt "z", right there in the middle of it. Small and faint as it was, there was no mistaking it. It was the same symbol I had seen on Hapsboro's card.



KATHERINE'S STORY:

Taking a deep breath, I stood before the ominous heavy oak door in front of me. It's edges were outlined with classical wood sculpting, hand carved vines and leaves combing up and down the sides of the frame. A heavy brass handle rests in the mid-right of the door, a knocker only a few inches above it. A pair of halogen lights, not on even in the dimming daylight, stand like silent watchmen about 3/4 of the way up the door, a cobweb hanging from the back of one. 

The house itself, if you even want to call it a house (mansion might be more appropriate) looks fairly normal and in place with the neighboring houses a hundred yards or so off to each side. The windows along the first floor are drawn closed with blinds, no hint of the interior visible to the outside world. If it wasn't for the line of hastily parked sports cars in the sloping drive way ten feet away or so, the place would look elegant but empty.

I placed my hand on the brass handle, the metal cold even in the summer heat against my flesh, but I remove it a moment later, opting instead for the matching knocker in the middle of the door. Wrapping it tightly in my fingers, I knock it hard against the wood three times, the sound of metal striking wood dulled by the thickness of the door.

Releasing the knocker, I take a step back and wait for the mansion's occupants to open the door for me. I had been told only yesterday to meet here, my "initiation" now due into whatever twisted world I had gotten myself into when I agreed to work for Wilton Willis. I truly didn't know what I was getting myself into, my body on edge as adrenaline pumped through my veins, the anxiousness of finding out what lay behind that wooden door almost making my hands shake against my sides. I placed my hands on my skirt, smoothing out the silky material as I adjusted my appearance. I hadn't known what really to wear, so I chose simply a floral skirt and a white top that was comfortable and fitting against my body.

Though only seconds had passed, they felt like an eternity as I stood there waiting for the door to open. I focused my attention on the inside of the house, staring hard into the door as I listened for movement inside. There was some - at least two pairs of legs walking and moving around quickly behind the door. The noise suddenly stopped however, just as quickly as it had arrived, and I was about to write it off to my own blood pumping in my ears, when I heard the unmistakable sound of metal sliding out of a lock on the other side, the door shuddering slightly as it opened slowly.

The door opened a few feet wide, enough for me to see the dim lights inside for a moment before a head appeared in the opening left by the door. I saw the curly blonde hair first before I even connected the face: Kate Hudson, the daughter of Hollywood veteran Goldie Hawn, though the young Kate was undoubtedly a star in her own right. She looked at me with a blank stare for a moment before her eyes lit up in a realization of who I was. She smiled widely as she opened the door wider, giving me now a better view of her body. I was startled for a moment to see that she wore nothing but a lavender transparent piece of clothing, lingerie really, over her body, her nipples pressing against the constraints of the fabric from her small breasts.

Kate turned her head and called off to a person that I couldn't see further into the house.

"She's here!" Kate bubbled excitedly, opening the door wider now to allow me to step in. I walked into the house enough for Kate to close the door behind me with a resounding thud, the noise echoing through the walls of the mansion. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could make out more details inside, things I couldn't have seen from the setting sun behind my back. The room I was in was part of a massive lower area, a wall off at the very end of this foyer, forming a sort of boxed in look just out of sight, the doorway leading to who knew what. The rest of the room was very sparse in design: a large rug on the hardwood, very old looking floor, a pair of leather couches positioned in an L shape around a glass coffee table and a fire place off on the right wall. The most striking feature of the room though had to be the massive staircase that dominated the middle of the room, it's spiral shape leading off to an upstairs floor that I could only see half of, thanks to the dimly lit lights of the main hallway. It's steps were carpeted in a rich velvet looking material, the banisters all thick wood held up by even thicker rectangular poles rising along the edges of the stairs. The entire thing evoked memories of Scarlet O'Hara's mansion in "Gone With the Wind", a movie I had watched many times as a little girl. But whereas that classic had evoked feelings of happiness within me, this place seemed dank and more than a little frightening in it's darkly lit corners and massive expansiveness.

Kate stood in front of me, sizing me up it seemed, as she looked me up from head to toe. I could see her outfit (or lack thereof) better now: she wasn't completely naked, but the lavender garment she wore covered every part of her body barely, stopping at her thighs, a pair of matching panties thin and small around her tiny waist. With her golden hair and beaming eyes, Kate had a look of some mythical nymph, freshly awakened from a spring morning to romp around the forest looking to satisfy her sexual lust. 

"Well, the clothes have got to go," she said a bit demandingly. "You can do it now, or wait till the Mistress gets here. Up to you. But if I were you...I'd strip down to at least your bra and panties now before she gets here," 

With that, Kate turned and walked deeper into the room, her tiny ass swishing slightly as she moved, her body having been blessed with not a single inch of fat or excess skin thanks to her lithe frame. I stood there awkwardly for a moment, watching her walk. Kate non-chalantly reached down and pulled off the lingerie, shaking her hair free as she tossed it lazily onto the floor. Her exposed back, smooth and glowing it seemed in the light of the room, disappeared from my sight as she walked deeper into the room, practically vanishing like a ghost.

Not wanting to be left standing there alone, I hustled to catch up to her until I could see her completely, her bare feet padding lightly on the floor of the mansion as she drew closer to the couches. I could make out another form kneeling by the sofa, their legs tucked underneath them as they leaned over the glass table.

The room was suddenly filled with a very loud snorting sound and as I finally could make out the furniture, I could see why. Alicia Witt, the redheaded actress who had made a name for herself as a sort of vamp in movies, threw her head back in contentment as she lifted it from the table. Even in the poor light of the room, the lines of white powder sliced neatly on the table were unmistakable to me. She wore a simple silk green robe around her body, the waist of which was not pulled too tightly against her, leaving ample room for the exposure of her cleavage, her nipples on each breast almost visible as they held themselves against the silk of the robe. Alicia lay back against one of the sofas, her arms extended over her head as she relaxed completely with her eyes closed and her lips half parted in a sigh of pleasure. She lightly brushed the back of her hand underneath her nose, wiping away a fine residue of powder as she opened her eyes to see Kate standing over her. I stood watching for a moment, still a few feet away from them as Kate bent down next to Alicia. Kneeling, her breasts jostling slightly from her thin frame, Kate pulled her long blonde hair back and put her face to the table, the room again filling with that unmistakable sound of people getting high.

Alicia watched Kate as she did another line, rubbing her hand across Kate's panty clad ass as the Oscar nominated actress scooted back and sat on the couch. Alicia roamed her hand up and down Kate's extended thigh, the blonde reclining on the couch now as she draped her legs over one of the arms. They seemed oblivious to me for a few moments, lost in their own drug induced haze for a moment before Alicia stopped her stroking of Kate and looked up at me.

"Hi Katherine, glad you decided to come," Alicia said, her eyelids fluttering at me as a sly smile crossed her face. "We have a lot of fun planned for you,"

I stood awkwardly for a moment, replying a soft hello to her as I glanced around the room more. Alicia reached over to the table and lifted off the tray with the coke on it and held it out towards me.

"You're welcome to some if you want. It will make the whole night a blast, trust me," Alicia said.

"No, that's alright," I said, my heart beating in my chest. I didn't really care that people got high every now and then, nor that they offered to share with me. I was more struck by the casualness of the whole situation, as the alarming idea that this sort of thing was nothing new to them, something they did routinely, crossed into my head.

Alicia shrugged and set the tray back down. Next to it was a small plastic bag and a pipe, the pipe already filled almost to the brim with marijuana. Alicia lifted it and a nearby lighter from the table, pulling the pipe (marble decorated with a shiny brass bowl in the middle) to her mouth, the lighter poised over the plant, ready to be struck. Kate sat up now, watching Alicia as the redhead pulled it to her mouth, lighting the bowl deftly and inhaling deeply as the odor of the burnt drug quickly began to fill the area around us. Alicia pulled the pipe away quickly, her cheeks bulging as she held in the smoke for as long as possible, finally letting out a soft sigh as the smoke billowed out from her lips and danced around her face.

Kate reached over and took the pipe from Alicia, holding it out to me now.

"Come on Katherine, a little bit of grass won't hurt ya," she said, smiling at me. I moved towards her and took the pipe gently from her hand, the lighter included and took it to my mouth. Pot was one thing I didn't mind doing on occasion and the calming effects of it might ease my already jumpy nerves. 

The two girls watched me as I placed the end in my mouth and, though not as skillfully as Alicia, managed to get a bright orange flame within a strike or two. Lowering over the end, I sucked in the smoke, the bitter burning quickly touching the back of my throat and making it tingle as I lowered the lighter, the intense heat fading as the flame went out. 

I tried to be as cool and collected as possible as I felt my body start to surge in a quest for air, holding the smoke in for as long as possible even though my eyes had started to water a bit from the lack of oxygen. The pot was very strong, very potent stuff and as I finally released the smoke from my mouth with a half cough, half gasp, I could already start to feel the familiar tingling of it's effects just starting to take place.

Kate smiled at me and took the pipe from my hands, shifting it's contents around slightly before she did two quick hits off of it, the once green and sticky plant now just a pile of ash in the bowl. Kate held it in longer than Alicia or I and seemed to have no trouble at all exhaling, the cool poise of her abilities very striking to me. She set the pipe and lighter back down on the table with a soft clink and stood up from the couch, walking over towards me.

"Tsk tsk, I thought I told you to take off those clothes," she said dreamily, her eyes bloodshot and her eyelids fluttering half closed the same way Alicia's had. Kate stepped in front of me and put her hands at the base of my shirt, lifting it up slowly over my body. I could really feel the drug kicking in now so any resistance or hesitation was starting to quickly fade from me. I bent over slightly as Kate removed the garment from my body, tossing it lazily on the couch as she stepped back to examine me. Alicia had gotten to her feet as well and now both girls moved to flank me as I stood there, letting them control my actions almost completely.

I felt Alicia's hand on my back as she undid the clasp of my bra, Kate pulling down the bra straps from both shoulders as the bra too fell away from me. The musty, sticky air of the house made my nipples tingle slightly as they were exposed to the room for the first time, a light sweat breaking out on my chest as I felt my heart beat faster inside my throat. Alicia rubbed her hands up my arm from shoulder to elbow, feeling my skin against her own hands and fingers. Kate was occupied with my stomach and back however as I felt her slide her arms around me, caressing my bare flesh as she leaned in closer to me, her body an inch or so away from me, the heat from her nakedness radiating against my willing flesh.

Alicia stopped her stroking of my arms and lowered her head to my breast, her tongue easing out from her mouth slowly as I felt it touch and brush my nipple, making me jump involuntarily. She placed her entire mouth over my nipple, sucking on it like a baby as she glided her tongue across my quickly hardening nipple. Kate slid her hand up my back and stroked my neck with her fingers, the small hairs seeming to dance at her touch as she brushed her fingertips across the hairs. Alicia moved her mouth from one breast to the other, cupping them both in her hands as she suckled at me, the edges of her teeth biting down gently on my left nipple.

I was completely at their mercy at this point, things moving slowly in my mind as my body reacted without thinking to the caresses and touches that were taking place. I felt like I was watching myself from outside my body, watching someone else get teased and pleasured by two of Hollywood's rising stars. I felt my hand rise by itself to Kate's lower back, my fingers starting to slide of their own accord down the back of her skimpy panties, caressing the start of her ass as they slid lower. Kate sighed loudly against me, her hot breath making my skin tingle again as she searched for the clasp on the back of my skirt to remove it. She had found it and with the help of Alicia managed to slide it off of me, the fabric brushing my bare legs as it fell to the floor, before all three of us jumped at the sound of a voice off to our left.

"HEY!" the voice said, commanding and more than just a little pissed off sounding. "What the fuck are you bitches doing?"

As quickly as they had started, Alicia and Kate dropped their arms from my body and stepped back two steps, like children caught stealing from a cookie jar, Kate's eyes falling to the floor as she looked down guiltily. Alicia was more brazen, looking in the direction of the voice as she crossed her arms across her body, one of her breasts spilling out against her forearm, though she still looked a little ashamed at what she was doing. Still in my lazy dream sort of state, I turned my head to follow the sound, realizing only slightly in the back of my mind that I was now just as naked as Kate.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 03



Stepping out quickly from a room beneath the massive staircase came Eliza Dushku, a scowl on her face as she looked at the three of us with contempt. Like the other girls, she was dressed in a skimpy outfit, comprised of a red teddy and matching stockings that came up to her thighs. Her dark hair swooshed out behind her as she moved towards us, anger in her eyes.

"What the hell did I tell you?" she said, one hand on her hip. Silence.

"WHAT THE HELL DID I TELL YOU?" she said again, louder this time, her voice echoing off the walls of the house.

Alicia now looked down at the floor.

"Don't start until the Mistress gets here," she said in a defeated voice.

"Damn straight! We have this all planned out and you two thought that you would just get yourselves some before we got started, didn't you?"

Kate giggled. "Hehe...get yourselves some..."

Eliza snapped her head towards Kate. "You think this is funny?"

Kate straightened up in her posture, her eyes never leaving the floor. "No madam,"

"Good. Now you two have a seat and don't move until I or the Mistress says, alright?" Eliza barked. The two girls quickly retreated to a sofa each and sat down, leaving just me standing there in the war path of Eliza. 

Surprisingly though, her mask of anger quickly turned to one of casual regard.

"Sorry Katherine, I can't leave these two nymphs alone for 10 minutes when we have a new member coming in. I hope they didn't do anything to you?"

I slowly felt myself returning to my mind, my answer and voice coming a little slowly, or so it felt.

"No, we just smoked some pot and they helped me get undressed," I said, my voice sounding like it was coming from a far away place.

Eliza looked from Alicia and Kate to me, then back at them, her head turned.

"Well, that's good at least. You need to save your strength for tonight but I guess that a little pharmacological boost wouldn't hurt," she said. "Are you ok? Comfortable? You want a robe or something?

I was a little taken aback by her sudden thoughtfulness and couldn't help but smile.

"That's ok, I'm fine,"

Eliza sighed loudly, her nostrils flaring slightly. She walked over to the table and wiped up some stray powder with her finger, smearing it into her mouth. Standing back in front of me, she took me by the arm.

"Here, let's have a seat," she said, leading me and my heavy lead feet towards a set of chairs I hadn't noticed behind the couches. They were leather and oversized and as Eliza pushed me gently into the one across from her, they felt incredibly comfortable against my body, the smoothness rubbing against my back. Eliza crossed her legs like a proper lady (only later would this seem a bit absurd to me) and shook her hair over her shoulder.

"Now, before we begin, let me explain why you are here and what we have in store for you tonight, ok?"

I nodded sleepily, my eyes suddenly feeling heavy in the comfort of the chair. I did manage to focus my attention on her words however.

"We heard about your performance at the club last night, and the Mistress thought that if you could prove yourself as a top lady there for all those pigs, you were deserving of taking things to the next level. So you are here tonight to join an elite list of Hollywood actresses, singers and athletes who have 'made it' in this cut throat business," Eliza said. "Our organization, the Rose Petal Club, operates under a few basic rules. One: Anything you have to do for your career is perfectly acceptable and in fact encouraged by the Club. Even though it appears that men make the rules in this business, these same men also know that the power of a woman's touch goes miles farther than any signed contract ever could. So we operate with their endorsement and approval, with our own agenda and independent from the vile reaches of agents and the media. Two: What we do as members stays within the organization. Meaning, you can never tell outsiders about your exploits or what you may have to do for your fellow sisters in the Club, as a matter of secrecy and to keep up appearances to the same men who oversee our existence. Three: Once you leave here tonight, you are in for life. This comes with all the perks: better acting roles, more money, whatever you could possibly want, is yours. All you have to do is explain it to your sisters during one of our monthly meetings and it will be done. It also comes with a lot of responsibility and commitment to use your womanly talents for whatever desires our men oversees wish. You can never refuse them, no matter how vile you think the request. If you do...well, let's not get into that,"

"Four, " Eliza said, taking a breath. "Enjoy yourself. Live your life how you want, date who you want and marry who you want. Hell, some of our older members have kids and everything and they are perfectly happy. True, you have to be on call practically for whenever a sister or a higher up wants something, but these instances are usually few and far between, so don't sweat them. Finally, the Mistress is ALWAYS right. She is appointed head of the Rose Petal Club for as long as she wishes to remain that way and whatever she wants takes precedence over anything or anyone else. You'll meet her soon and I'm sure you will learn to love her as all the rest of us have,"

Eliza finished her speech, the words still sinking into my ears. I felt some apprehension about the whole thing, deep down, but what could I do? It was too late to back out now, and even though I hated a lot of the times that I was forced to perform sexual favors for people, surely being an official member now would make things better, right? My head swam as I thought over all this slowly, Eliza watching me for a response of some sort.

"Any questions?" she asked. 

I thought for a moment and then blurted out the first thing that came into my head.

"Are there other houses like this with drugs and lesbians and stuff?" I said, realizing as soon as I said it how immature and childish it sounded.

Eliza laughed at the question, leaning her head back for a moment as she seemed to relish what I had said. She was still chuckling when she replied.

"Well, there is another mansion like this out in Malibu where a lot of actresses, some who are members and some who aren't, go to hang out and play with one another. It's nothing like this though. That's just fucking. But as a rule of thumb, no. Our meetings are always spontaneous and our headquarters are wherever there is a place for members who might be able to get there fairly quickly. After tonight, we probably won't be back at this house for a while. It keeps those who want to bring us down on their toes," Eliza said, still giggling slightly from my idiotic question. I tried to think of a follow up that was more mature.

"The Rose Petals have enemies?" I asked.

"Not as in written down or verbally declared enemies, but yeah, some people don't like us. It's mostly bitches who didn't make the cut or who just couldn't hack it, but I hear that there are some men involved too. Any ways, that's not important. Do you have any other questions?" she said, putting her hands on the chair as she stood up. I mimicked her moves as I slowly rose from the chair myself, my legs feeling a little shaky.

"No, I don't think so. Not right now I don't think," I said, managing to retain my balance.

"Good. If you have any, just let me know and I'll be happy to answer them. In the meantime, let's get started," she said, walking off towards Kate and Alicia. "The mistress should be down here in just a minute,"

Following her was like walking in a tunnel, my buzz from the pot making even the dark room seem brightly lit. I could feel something - anticipation? anxiousness? - as I walked, trailing Eliza. There was no mistake in my mind now, obviously, that all of this and all of these other women were involved in something bigger than us, something that just when you thought you had found the end of, miles more distance opened before you. I knew that there was something troubling about a world that propped itself up on sexual favors and back scratching, of secret societies and hidden agendas, but what was I to do? I had been allowed into this inner circle and now the only way to see the forest for the trees around me was to immerse myself in it as objectively as possible, look like I was playing by their rules while still playing by my own. Thinking of Alex Hilt, the handsome writer who had stumbled into this whole thing accidentally, I wondered what he would think, if he would even believe me should I find the courage to tell him about the Rose Petals.

Eliza stopped in front of the massive staircase, standing there and staring up at the second floor intently. I stayed a few feet behind her and watched as she focused her entire attention on whomever the person that was arriving soon would be. Kate and Alicia were giggling behind me, oblivious to the rest of the room as they no doubt played with each other in their drug induced state.

Eliza's gaze I could now see was focused on the left side of the upper area of the mansion, and in the light of the room I could see a door at the end of the hall. Without turning her head, Eliza softly said:

"Watch. The Mistress is coming any second now. I know she will love you, and you her. You should be so happy Katherine, you have been chosen,"

Even in my stoned state I knew that the words she said were a little creepy, almost cult like, but I too found my attention focused on the door. It opened a few seconds later, a figure emerging. Eliza gasped suddenly, as if struck with an epiphany of some sort. She rushed over to the base of the stairs, placing one leg on the bottom as she looked up. I could see the figure, a woman with long flowing hair, moving down the hallway and beginning to descend the stairs. The angle of the light in the room was such that her face was shadowed from me as she walked, her now clearly dark black hair covering half of her face. Climbing up two more steps, Eliza held her hand out to the woman and guided her the rest of the way down to the floor. It was only in the light at the base of the stairs that I finally got a good look at her.

"Greetings Katherine, welcome to the Rose Petals Club," she said.

I was a little taken aback, it now being my turn to gasp slightly. The Mistress that Eliza had seemed so intent on worshipping was someone I had not expected in the slightest: Salma Hayek. There was no mistaking it was her, from the supple curves of her waist to the oval shape of her face and her slightly pursed lips, the way in which she carried herself made it clearly evident that Salma was the Mistress behind all of this.

"Hhhhello Salma," I said weakly, still probably looking dumbfounded. She seemed so normal and innocent whenever I had seen her around Hollywood, how had she managed to hide her real activities so well?

"I trust Eliza here has explained everything to you?" Salma said, waving her hand out gallantly as if the mansion was some sort of medieval kingdom. Clinging to her side was Eliza, who seemed oblivious to the rest of the world, her eyes looking up at Salma's face as she spoke, watching her arm as it moved. She seemed like a puppy dog, devoted completely to it's owner, following behind in it's footsteps wherever the owner went. As my eyes locked on Salma's, I started to understand why: far from being an outwardly friendly gaze, Salma's look held within it a forcefulness that made you want to follow her every instruction.

"Yes. She has Salma," I said.

"Call me Mistress," Salma said, rebuking me. I was startled slightly by the hint of aggression in her tone, but something told me that it was best to humor her.

"Yes Mistress," I replied, tearing my eyes away from hers.

"That's better," Salma said with a smile. She looked down at Eliza. "Well, don't just stand there bitch, remove your Mistress' robe.

In my quest to see her face as she descended the stairs, I hadn't even noticed what Salma was wearing. Looking now, the first thing that caught my eye was the thick leather boots that elevated her a few inches from the ground and reached all the way up to her thighs. Barely covering the rest of her body was a black negligee that hung on her dark skinned form like a second skin, the bottom without the usual frills of lingerie, simply ending a few inches above her thighs. Over her shoulders was a silk robe that spread out behind her when she moved, the material thin enough that I could see the rich Latin skin of her shoulders beneath it. Her black hair hung over the robe behind her and as she stood there with a look of impatience on her face, I detected the faint whiff of a perfume applied hours ago to her body.

Eliza scrambled quickly behind Salma and gently removed the robe from her shoulders, folding it across her arm and carrying it over to the banister of the stairs where she draped it across. Salma and I watched her do this and when Eliza obediently returned to her side, Salma spoke again.

"MMm...you really are quite delectable aren't you?" she said, placing her finger on my neck and gently sliding it up under my chin. I flinched a little at her touch - I never liked strangers touching me, famous or not - which seemed to irritate Salma. She removed her hand quickly from my chin and then slapped me across the cheek hard, almost sending me reeling to the floor.

"Bitch, you will learn to let me touch you," she barked at me as I wobbled on my legs and moved back to her. 

"Yes Mistress," I said, placing my arms at my sides as she moved closer to me. Walking around me, her hand trailing once again from my chin to my shoulders to my back to my ass to my stomach to my breasts, she completed her circle around me and had a satisfied smile on her face as she shook her head back and forth.

"I don't know where Eliza finds cunts like you, but I am certainly glad she did. I am going to enjoy this," she said, leaning her face into mine. I felt her lips press against my own and had to fight hard the urge to pull my head away. My cheek still stung from the slap and it was obvious that any more assertions of free will would lead to more violence. Salma stepped away and turned to Eliza.

"Get the bag," she said dryly as she again looked me over from head to toe. My heart was beating wildly in my chest now, a wave of emotions running their course as I tried to regain control of myself in the situation. Why did I let her slap me? How far would she go?

Running to the far room of the main floor that I hadn't seen, Eliza returned a moment later, slightly out of breath.

Salma chided her like a mother. "You stop that smoking, little runs like that won't leave you panting so much,"

"Yes Mistress, I'll try to do that," Eliza said, handing Salma the bag.

"Follow me Katherine," Salma said, turning toward the first two couches where Alicia and Kate were. Approaching them, I wasn't surprised in the slightest to find the two other girls on top of each other in a 69 position. Kate's head was lifted from the ground as she licked furiously at Alicia's swollen and exposed pussy, the patch of red hair above it glistening in the light of some nearby incense. Being on top, all I saw was the back of Alicia's head and her small, firm ass as she grinded herself into Kate's body, her hair swaying all over the place between Kate's legs.

"Get up," Salma said. Like someone struck with lightning, the two girls jumped off of each other instantly, Kate crawling on her hands and knees over to Alicia, who had cowered a bit against the far end of the sofa. They leaned into each other and giggled as they watched Salma, myself and Eliza move towards the larger of the two couches. Alicia's face was flushed and red from being held tightly between Kate's legs, and there was a slight hint of moisture on her face, not to mention a sly look of satisfaction. Kate sat Indian-style with her legs crossed, her small chest heaving a little bit as she caught her breath, while Alicia had her knees raised to her chin, her pussy lips exposed to anyone who might care to look.

Salma stopped in front of the couch and pointed towards a pillow on the far end.

"Here Katherine, lay down. We just have one final thing to do before you are a Rose Petals member for life," Salma said gently. It was unsettling to see her jump from unstable bitch to soothing friend without even the slightest bit of thought or outward change, but again I complied with her request and laid down. Eliza hovered over me, reaching down to remove my panties. I fought for just a second, keeping my legs crossed, but as Salma's hand touched my leg, I found myself opening them easily, allowing the last bit of clothing I wore to be completely removed.

Setting the back down on the floor beside her, Salma crawled onto the couch, putting her knees beneath her as she sat down. She smiled up at me.

"To make sure your loyalties run as deep as Eliza and other members have said they do, we unfortunately must put you through a bit of pain as the final step of your initiation," Salma said. "Don't worry though, it won't take too long, nor will it hurt that much. We have ways of taking your mind off the pain. Here Eliza, show her what you are going to do,"

Eliza moved over to where my head was reclined and pulled the teddy she wore aside slightly. Pointing, I saw a small tattoo of a circle just below her right hip, inches away from the narrow strip of pubic hair she had all but shaved off.

"A tattoo?" I asked, looking from Eliza's bare skin to Salma.

"Think of it as a sort of brand. A way to know where you allegiances lie. It should heal in a few days, and Eliza has done lots of these before, so you are in good hands," Salma said. "Now, lie very still. I'm going to hold your legs down so that you don't accidentally kick Eliza, ok? Do you have a preference for where it goes?"

"Can I get it on my shoulder? I've always wanted one there," I said. 

Salma laughed. "No dear Katherine, I'm afraid not. Should you be attending a premiere of some sort and you were bare shouldered, think of what would happen if the press took a photo? No, it's too much risk. It needs to be in a place where only lovers and your sisters would be able to see," she said

I thought about it, trying to decide where would be the least painful. Quite frankly, I didn't want a tattoo at all, especially not one that would "brand" me, but again I felt myself powerless to the controls of Salma and this entire experience. 

"My hip...I guess..." I said softly, resigning myself to the fated spot.

"Excellent choice. Now just lay back and relax. You'll feel some initial pain at first but it should pass quickly," Salma said, stroking her hand up my leg. Eliza, now having been given full instructions, kneeled down onto the floor by the bag and pulled out a container of ink and an electric, battery operated needle. Turning it on, it buzzed to life in the room, drawing the attention of Kate and Alicia, who had moved from the couch over to the edge of the table where they now sat, watching like two little children.

I felt Salma's grip on my legs tighten as Eliza leaned over me, an alcohol swab in her hand. She dabbed it just below my left hip, the cool sensation of the alcohol making my skin tingle as she gently brushed it away. She was all business now as she laid one arm across my nude lower half and used the other to aim the needle towards me. The buzzing grew louder as I felt the tip of the needle pierce my skin.

It hurt. It hurt like hell. I reacted wildly, screaming in pain as the needle bore deeper into my skin. My hips bounced off the sofa and I almost bucked Salma off completely, but she reacted smoothly and pressed her entire weight on me, holding me down. Eliza too almost came off, the needle at a diagonal angle in me as I watched, but within a second she had withdrawn it. I panted and managed to catch my breath for a moment, but it was brief as I felt the needle plunge in again, almost in the exact same spot. I had seen plenty of people get tattoos before, but I had never liked needles and as such watching them dig into your skin was a pretty nerve racking experience. I forced myself to look at what Eliza was doing, her face a mask of concentration. I thought I would see blood oozing out of me but I was startled to see simply a red looking spot on my thigh where the needle went in, and a small black dot beginning to form.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 03



Eliza got a rhythm going as she pushed the needle in, the steel going a bit inside and then pulling it out slowly and gently, then repeating the process. It still hurt every time she did it, but the initial shock was starting to fade. I could feel the spot where she was applying the tattoo start to throb a little bit and the look of pain on my face must have registered to Eliza even through her veil of concentration.

"She's in a lot of pain Mistress. Maybe you should make her feel better," Eliza said casually, not looking up from what she was doing.

"Hmmm...yes, that does seem to make the process easier," Salma said. I caught her eye for a second as she smiled at me. Pulling her hair back over her shoulder, Salma lowered her head between my legs, her hot breath on my pussy as she moved a hand down and gently parted my inner lips. Placing her mouth atop my sex, I squirmed a bit as I felt her tongue ease out from her mouth and into my body.

Licking around my pussy, Salma's tongue thrust hard into my snatch, exploring the inner depths of it. As she brushed across my clit tenderly, I felt a surge of excitement course through my body, overwhelming the painful sensation of Eliza's ever diligent needle. Salma began to suck on my pussy with her lips, tasting my slowly trickling juices as she pleasured me in an attempt to distract me from Eliza's work. It worked amazingly well, as her pace began to quicken between my legs; Salma was a woman who certainly knew what other women needed in order to get off. I struggled to lay still as I felt her snake like tongue licking around inside of me, her nose nestled atop my pubic hair as she ate me out, moving her mouth back slightly as she held some of my outer pussy lips between her own lips. My body began to feel hot and excited and I watched Salma as she looked up at me, her face burrowed between my legs, lapping away at my clit.

The tip of her teeth glided across my sensitive nub and I came in a slight orgasm, more juice spilling out between my legs. This seemed to please Salma, but as the sensations of bliss ebbed from my body, I could once again feel the pain of the tattoo, which Eliza was fairly far along into now, a half circle clearly made out despite the swelling of the area where the needle plunged. Salma continued to lick at me and taste my pussy as I felt myself start to pant at her touch. She moved one hand up from my legs and up to my cunt, sliding a finger inside to stretch me out more inside. Her finger was soft and determined as she thrust it inside of me slowly, careful to take things as subtly as possible so that I didn't move around to much, for fear of doing damage with the needle. Curling her finger while still inside of me, Eliza squeezed my clit with two segments of her index finger, the pressure on it intense and incredibly hot.

Salma gently pulled away the hood over my clit and tongued it furiously now, my mind again drifting back to the pleasure she was giving me, my mind not allowing my eyes to watch Eliza at work. In the air of the room, Salma's breath hot and wet against my womanhood, Salma teased it more and more, her lips grasping onto it as now two fingers probed me inside.

I had never felt so turned on in my life, the wave of pleasure and the crushing feeling of throbbing pain making my mind spin in all sorts of directions as my senses reeled and tried to make sense of what exactly was going on within my body. Licking me once again with her skillful mouth, my body tensed up as another, stronger orgasm made my legs tremble and my back arch off of the couch as I felt myself awash in the warm waves of cumming. Salma lifted her mouth from me and licked her lips clean of my juices as she continued to thrust her fingers inside of me slowly, finally removing them as the last trickle of my womanly fluids eased out of my body.

Try as I might, I still continued to flinch at Eliza's needle, even though the skin around the area had gone a bit numb. Without saying a word, Salma reached over into the bag in which the needle came from and pulled out something that took my mind a moment to try and comprehend the existence of.

Long, thick and a dark shade of red, Salma removed a dildo strap-on from the bag, the leather straps dangling beneath the obscene size of the rubber phallus. Climbing into a kneeling position, she deftly lifted up the bottom of her negligee and secured the sex toy over her own snatch as she clasped the hook on the back. She finally spoke.

"Alicia, Kate, get over here. We need to take Katherine's mind completely off the pain," Salma said, positioning herself over me. I looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and fear; I had a vibrator at home, hidden completely out of sight where only the most intrepid of scavengers might find it, but it was nothing compared to this. My experiences with another woman had been almost laughably limited, the only actual intercourse with them taking place as a part of a required fantasy of one of Willis' associates. This was different - the red tip of the toy looked slightly menacing as it dangled in front of me, Salma careful to position herself atop me so that her own body was out of the way of Eliza as best as possible. I had never seen something so big and thick as this strap-on, not even sure if I could take it all inside of me. But the sense of cascading pain and pleasure washed over me once more as Eliza stroked my navel down to my snatch, and I knew that in my aroused state, I surely would try.

Alicia and Kate now joined this weird little obsession over my body by standing in the last remaining space where my flesh was accessible. Alicia was leaned over the couch, elevating herself on her stomach as her long hair draped across my arm, her face inches away from my breast as she waited on her Mistress' command to pleasure me. Kate was positioned the same sort of way, although she now knelt a foot or so away from Eliza, her hands stroking my stomach and hair as she smiled anxiously at me, both women happy to be involved in anything that Salma requested.

I looked back at Salma now, watching as she took the shaft of the rubber toy in her hand and lowered it carefully down to my opening. With the added angle of her leaning over me, Salma had to balance very trepidly over me to make sure she didn't bump Eliza or risk falling against her. Teasing the head of the fake prick against my slit by gliding it up and down, Salma gently pushed inward against me, her now naked lower half thrusting forward as she guided the toy into my pussy. I felt the inner walls of my snatch bend outward for her as the strap-on entered me, it's true girth seeming to grow by the second.

Once she had an inch or so of the toys 10 inch length inside of me, Salma adjusted herself on the couch to make sure she was angled correctly. That being done, she began to slide more and more inside of me. At first I felt a slight pinch as my pussy stretched to the four inch or so girth of the strap-on, but that quickly subsided as more and more entered me and I began to feel more full than I had in my entire life.

I sighed loudly as I felt Salma push more of the toy into me, half of it's length now filling my snatch. I had never taken much more than 7 inches or so inside of me, so I waited with bated breath to see if I could fit the whole thing. The walls of my channel felt stretched and tight, but the feeling of such a massive length within my body made my head spin. Salma pulled back slightly, rubbing my clit along the now wet surface of the rubber as she moved, the tingling sensation making my nerves crackle as my now fully aroused and sopping wet cunt gaped lewdly for the toy. After removing another inch or so, Salma pushed in harder against me, now burrowing all but the last inch or so into my body. I actually felt it hit the back wall of my cervix as Salma pushed and realized a little sadly that I probably wouldn't be able to take much more.

That didn't keep her from trying though as Salma once again continued to push further into me, the rubber cock bending slightly as she lifted her hands from her grasp of it and instead used her fingers to pry my slit open wider. Alicia had acted defiantly without her masters permission and was now occupied solely on my right breast as she licked and suckled it with her mouth, her fingers squeezing my erect nipple tightly as she nibbled on the end, the hard sensation of it only arousing me further. Seeing Alicia take the lead (what's good for the goose...), Kate too got in on the action, kissing my breast before moving her hot little mouth up my chest and neck, her mouth sucking on the tender flesh of my throat loudly, the sucking sound only competing with the now distant sound of the buzzing needle and the wet, sloppy noise of Salma fucking me.

I was beside myself with pleasure, wave after wave of it rolling over my body as I tried to focus it into one controllable, overwhelming flood. It was to no avail I quickly learned though, as just when I was thinking about the now steady fucking going on between my legs, Kate and Alicia would apply their mouths more to my body, distracting me as they devoted themselves to pleasing their Mistress, of which I was the (more than willing) victim.

Salma had managed to get the entire phallus into me, the leather of the strap on now rubbing against my pubic bone as my cunt stretched willingly for Salma, welcoming her thrusts and attention to it. I wasn't the only one getting off on the fucking that was taking place as these three women ravaged me, for Salma now looked blissfully pleased as she thrust and bucked her hips against my own, our bodies touching each other for a fleeting second each time she entered me on a down stroke. The base of the strap-on was directly over Salma's cunt and it meant that almost everything that I felt, she felt as well, her clit getting rubbed almost raw by the pressure and weight of our bodies meeting each other.

Kate and Alicia were quite turned on as well, as though they continued to stroke and tease my breasts, they had diverted the attentions of their mouths from me to each other, the two girls making out passionately in front of me, their faces lost in a sea of red and blonde hair, errant tongues groping and caressing each other in their mouths as each girls small busts pressed against each other. The scene was just too much for me, and I started to feel a quickly rising heat and orgasm building from within my pussy as Salma fucked me long and hard.

Glancing down at Eliza, I saw that she was almost completed in her work, the circle now containing lines jutting out and the final touch, a lightning bolt style thing, was near completion within the perfect loop. Eliza had one hand on the needle, guiding it into my body and the other was out of my sight, busy between her legs as she moved up and down on her hand, her nipples pressing tightly against the fabric of the teddy, the areolas clearly visible and flushed against the material. I watched Eliza as she applied the final points, as if in a dream world - the pain was completely gone now, due completely to the overwhelming sense of pleasure that ran from my head down to my toes as these three beautiful women pleasured me in a way that no man (nor the group of men from last night) ever could.

Sliding easily within me, Salma would pull the toy out almost completely before shoving it hard back into my cunt, making me gasp and breath a little quicker each time she did so. My hips were now moving off the couch by themselves, thrusting up to meet her strokes as if they knew exactly when and where they would be coming from, Salma now completely abandoning the idea of keeping me still for Eliza. 

My orgasm hit then, the most intense and overwhelming thing ever to course through my body, as all of our bodies locked in unison as we moved together - Alicia and Kate continued to kiss and caress each other, but they were almost standing now, their dripping wet cunts hovering almost perfectly over each of my breasts, the rough hair of their sexes sliding over my nipples as they pressed against one another from over the couch, Alicia bent in a sort of bowed angle as all but her cute little feet (still extended over the couch) lay almost on top of me. Salma too had achieved the same rhythm as I, anticipating the orgasm that now exploded in my mind, making my vision go blurry and things to quickly become dark, her last thrust within me arriving at the exact moment of orgasm, when my clit was the most sensitive before it was flooded with my juices.

I felt the world start to fade away from me as I slipped into darkness, vaguely hearing Eliza say "I'm done!" before my orgasm reached it's highest crest and I passed out right then and there on the sofa.



ALEX'S STORY:

After leaving Antamount, I got in my car and drove to the first bar I could find; I would be alone there, and things would be quiet. Sliding in, I ordered my shots and quickly drank them down, enjoying the dulling numbness of the alcohol as it settled into my blood stream.

Sitting there, I didn't let myself think about what had happened at the office for more than a moment, the day replaying in my head. I hadn't seen Petty that morning before leaving, as she was out the door before I even woke up. This had been good - I was in no mood to try and talk to her or explain myself and why I didn't trust Antamount to her self-admitted skeptical mind.

I stayed glued to the barstool for a few hours, downing a shot every now and then, my head feeling dizzy slightly from a mixture of exhaustion and the alcohol. I would have stayed in that exact spot all night had the urge to piss not managed to break through my swimming thoughts, forcing me to step down onto the floor. I wasn't surprised in the slightest when I had to catch myself and regain my balance, the entire world seeming to tilt at an obscene angle as I stood up straight, my stomach lurching. I couldn't help but smile to myself at my drunkenness, the kind of self-knowing grin you get for no reason and at no other time than when you are apt to make a fool of yourself. I steadied myself along the bar, holding on until the last minute before I stumbled forward and smacked into the door of the men's room.

The place smelled, naturally, of stale piss, but given the state I was in, it wasn't a big concern of mine. Staggering over to an open stall, I unzipped my pants and let fly the stream of yellow as I leaned my head against the dirty metal of the wall, it's surface thankfully cool against my cheek. When my business was done (two minutes later at least), I zipped up and again steadied myself along the countertop by the sink before leaning into the swinging door and walking out.

I felt a little bit better and was suddenly possessed with the urge to drive home and tell Petty what I REALLY thought of her, but thankfully the bartender saw my staggering (I imagine it would be hard not to) and managed to catch me and lean me against the bar counter before I walked out to the parking lot. The bartender was a small man with gray hair and dirty, old bifocals but he seemed gentle and reassuring to me in my state as he said that I was to wait there, give him my keys and he would call a cab.

I swayed against the bar, my thoughts of Petty and her bitchiness running stray-ly through my head for a few minutes before a cabbie walked through the door and, with the bartenders help, they managed to shove me into the backseat of the man's cab.

I must have fallen asleep on the cheap leather seats, of which a lot of upholstery was missing or torn, for what felt like only a few minutes later I was outside my apartment as the cabbie held open the passenger door for me.

"You need get out now, yes?" the man said, his voice thick with an unplace-able accent. I nodded at him and slid myself slowly out of the seat, my head starting to throb a little bit as I stood up on the road and stretched my arms over my head. Walking slowly away from the cab, I glanced back to see the cabbie watching me as I fumbled at the door of my apartment. Reaching into my pocket, I realized I didn't have my keys and so began to bang hard on the door with the base of my fists, demanding that Petty open it. 

Leaning against it, I almost fell inward on top of her when she opened the door a few minutes later, her slow hesitation to do so no doubt caused by the fact that it was dark outside and she probably couldn't see me leaning against the wooden frame. I stumbled inside and managed to avoid crashing into the coffee table just barely before collapsing on the sofa, my eyes closed to keep the room from spinning around me.

Even in my inebriated state, I could sense something different about the apartment. Things were still in the same place, but the room simply felt different; it didn't feel like home anymore. Cracking one eyelid, I saw Petty standing there in front of me with her arms across her chest.

"This is just what I need Alex, to have to deal with you and tell you all this stuff while your drunk," she said, her voice loud and making my ears hurt.

"Tell me what stuff?" I grumbled, licking my dry lips as I slowly moved my legs from the floor to the sofa.

"Tell you I'm breaking up with you, that's what. Now do you think you can sit up and talk to me or am I going to have to write you a Dear John letter that you can read when you sober up?" Petty said.

"Why are you breaking up with me?" I asked, somehow the question not feeling as shocking as I think she intended it to be.

"Because you are hampering my career, that's why. My agent said that..."

"Your agent? When did you get an agent?"

Petty scowled at me. "You know, the world doesn't revolve around you and what information you know or don't know. As a matter of fact, I spent all of today talking to firms that might be interested in me. I settled on a guy with a lot of experience in the music business, Rick Dugan. But that's not your concern now is it, since you haven't supported me before,"

I sat up finally at this remark, my head and body sending me a big "fuck you" for doing so in such a quick manner. I rubbed my eyes.

"Listen, I was there at every single one of your gigs and,"

"And what? I appreciate the support early on Alex, and I'll probably give you a thank you in the liner notes for that. But when it came down to crunch time, when I had landed a record deal, what did you have to say? That you thought it wasn't a good idea? That's not support Alex, that's you holding me back,"

"Petty, do we really have to do this right now? I mean, my head hurts and I,"

"Yes Alex, we do. Because I have things to do and a life to go onto, one that you will probably never achieve since you are just some screenwriter who got a lucky break,"

These last words hurt quite a bit, especially coming from someone I had spent six months of my life with. I tried in vain not to show how deeply she cut me though.

"Yeah, that's right. You're just a writer. What good is a writer going to do, what kind of money are they going to make? Is it going to be enough to support two people? Will it even support just you? Hell, you've already spent a lot of your first check on that car of yours and yet we are still living in this shitty little apartment like we are some new arrivals or something. The real money right now is in music. Female acts are hot and Rick says that if I get in now, run with this Antamount deal, I'll be set for life,"

"I don't think you are thinking this out Petty," I said, groaning. The argument was making my head throb even worse. "Antamount is going to screw you, in more ways than one,"

Petty scoffed. "Oh really? And I guess I'm getting SCREWED because I'm going in tomorrow to start working on my album, is that it? Or maybe I'm getting SCREWED because I spent today getting a sound check on my vocals and the studio said I was a natural, is that it? Well then Alex, I'd say that I am getting completely and totally FUCKED, wouldn't you?"




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 04



My apologies for the delay in this chapter's completion, I became busy with other things going on in my life and as such didn't have as much time initially to write as I would have liked. The action/plot are really starting to pick up from here on out, so I hope you'll stick with me and enjoy this chapter and the rest of the series. :) Feedback and suggestions always welcome.

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But I can't confront the doubts I have
I can't admit that maybe the past was bad
And so, for the sake of momentum
I'm condemning the future to death
So it can match the past.
- Aimee Mann

ALEX'S STORY:

It was quite a shock to see a very disheveled Katherine Heigl outside of my apartment door at close to four in the morning. Her hair was a mess and it looked like not only had she dressed quickly but that tears had streamed down her face seemingly in a constant flow.

But there was something in her eyes that told me that it was important that I didn't ask questions of her as she pleaded to come in - that I simply be there and listen to whatever she had to say. When she had mentioned that she had gotten "in deep in the organization", I knew that this couldn't be a late night call for sex.

I stepped out of the way and let her into the apartment, turning on the light against the wall. As I flicked the switch, Katherine pounced on my hand, scaring me half to death.

"No! No lights! They might see me!" she said quickly under her breath as she held her hand against mine. I noticed that it was shaking. Compiling with her request, I turned the switch back off and closed the door behind her as she stepped forward a few more feet inside. I thought she was going to go further, but she simply stood there, looking around, as if frozen. The blouse she wore looked rumpled and wrinkled in the pale light trickling in through the window from the street light outside, casting weird bars across her face. I had finally started to get a real night's sleep, able to put Petty and the whole fight with her out of my mind before Katherine decided to show up. But now that she was here, I was wide awake.

I moved next to her, locking the door behind us. Standing in front of her hesitantly, Katherine's eyes locked straight ahead, she seemed to stare right through me.

"Katherine? Are you ok?" I asked. No response.

I slowly extended my arm out to her, touching her shoulder. She flinched, yanking her arm away violently as I retracted it, stepping back a bit myself. Her eyes seemed glazed over and she didn't even seem to notice who I was, let alone where she was. I wondered in the back of my mind how she had even managed to find my apartment.

Watching her for another moment, I backed away slowly towards the kitchen, careful not to turn on a light per her request as I stumbled around looking for the coffee maker and the fresh grounds that Petty had picked up only last week. Finding the bag, I held it in my hand for a moment, the painful memory of our relationship flooding back. I shook the thought away as I set the filter and switched the machine on, walking back to where Katherine was.

I was surprised to see that she had moved, like a ghost, onto the sofa in the living room. She sat on the edge of the far left cushion, her hands neatly folded on her knees as she continued that vacant stare at the wall in front of her. Not knowing what to say, I simply stood there for a long moment.

"I'm making some coffee. Is that alright?" I asked.

For the first time, Katherine acknowledged a direct question, nodding her head slowly. I stood in silence as I listened to the pot start to boil, the slow drips of the coffee falling into the pot. Soon the fragrant smell - French hazelnut - began to waft from the kitchen further into the apartment, the scent seeming to float around us in the unspoken silence.

We must have appeared to be a photograph, Katherine and I, in that position - she on the couch, her hands curled up in tight fists, me with my elbows resting on the leather chair I had bought for myself last week, it's high back just the perfect height for comfort. The pot sounded like it was close to completion in filling, and I was thankful for the break in the tension as I walked robotically into the kitchen, removing two cups robotically as I poured the steaming black liquid into them. Carrying them back carefully into the living room, I moved to the couch and set the cup on the coffee table in front of her.

"I...I have some sugar and creamer if you want it," I said, still not quite sure what exactly to say.

"I did a horrible thing tonight Alex," Katherine said finally, her eyes still locked on the wall but her voice filling with a sharp pain that seemed to well up from her throat. I felt for sure that she would burst into tears any second. Sipping from my cup, I set it down next to hers, steam wafting up from both of them as I scooted closer to her on the couch.

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to Katherine. But if you do decide to tell me about it, I promise I won't judge you," I said softly, watching her.

Katherine shook her head from side to side, her eyes closed up tightly as she held her tightly clenched fist up from her lap for a moment before letting it fall back. She sighed heavily, her chest rising and falling.

"No. No...I...I need to tell you. I need to tell someone. This is too much to bear alone," she said, her voice sounding distant.

"Take your time," I said, reassuring her. Tentatively, I reached my hand out and touched her knee, careful to let her know that I was there for her as a friend, not wanting her to turn on me as she had a few minutes earlier. She let me touch her, first the tips of my fingers, then my entire palm as I gently pressed it against her jeans, rubbing her leg softly.

Katherine moved to face me now, her face a well of emotions as she wrestled with whatever demons she had inside.

Without saying a word, her eyes now locked on mine, Katherine stood up from the couch, a little wobbly on her feet. I was more than a little startled as you can imagine, when she started to unbutton her jeans and pull them down her legs, her tucked in blouse falling over her crotch, where I saw she wore no panties. Stepping closer to me, I was confused as to what exactly she wanted me to do. Then she lifted up the blouse.

Though she pointed to the exact spot, it wouldn't have been necessary. Her finger rested slightly above her hip bone as she pointed it at a red area on her body that looked slightly scabby and a little swollen. Even in the light of the apartment, at four in the morning, I could easily make out what she wanted to show me. How could I not? It had haunted my thoughts and dreams all day long: that now familiar circle with the lines around the edges and the lightning bolt through the middle.

I stared at it for a moment, completely at a loss for words as Katherine continued to point, her hand starting to shake violently now. Glancing up at her face, I saw that her pent up tears had finally begun to fall, her beautiful face wrenched up violently in a grimace of emotion.

"They did it. They finally got me Alex. I'm one of them now," she sobbed, the words coming out of her in choked gasps as she spoke.

I reached my hand out to touch it, but then thought better of it. Instead, I took Katherine's trembling hand away from the area of the tattoo and held it tightly. I felt her fingers squeeze my own back, hard. Gently I tugged at her arm and pulled her down to the sofa once more, Katherine absently crossing her legs in front of her despite the apparent pain the muscle shifting seemed to cause. Still holding her hand, I leaned it as close as I dared to her.

"Tell me whatever you have to Katherine. I'm not angry or upset. I just want to know what exactly is going on,"

Katherine sighed, then cleared her throat, her tears still trickling out slowly. She seemed a bit more composed as she spoke, my attention to her complete now as the words began to come in a flood.

She told me about the house she had visited, how Alicia Witt and Kate Hudson had gotten her high and almost tore her clothes off right there in their lusting of her body. She told me how Eliza Dushku had put a stop to them quickly and how Eliza had explained her duties as a member of something called the Rose Petals Club. The name didn't ring any bells but I knew that if things continued down the path they were going, I would be hearing more about it very soon. I couldn't tell how much she had left out - about how willing or not she had been as Salma Hayek forced her to lay down and accept the tattoo that would brand her for life. This was the hardest part for Katherine, having to recall the pain and apparent pleasure she got as the three women ravaged her body first with their own, then with a sex toy. The way she described it didn't sound very erotic at all, at least from the condition she was in currently, but I knew that sex played a very large part in it, regardless of if I was turned on by it or not.

"Then I woke up in one of the beds in the house, dressed quietly, stopped at a diner and came here. Oh Alex, I don't know what to feel!" Katherine said, leaning into me now, her head on my shoulder as she sobbed quietly. "I got myself into this mess and the way they touched me...it felt good. But am I just a piece of property to them, just another number?"

I stroked her hair. "No Katherine, of course not. They wanted you to feel good it sounds like. They knew that if you had good memories of the incident, you'd be more willing to cooperate with them and whatever else they want you to do,"

"That's the thing Alex!" Katherine cried suddenly, lifting her head up from my shoulder and staring intensely into my eyes. "Part of me DOES want to do what they say. The entire thing was very arousing, and I'm not talking about the sex itself. I liked the idea of being in a secret club or whatever, of the power that it could yield. But the other part of me is saying, no screaming, to get away from them as fast as I can, that this isn't right and isn't going to lead to anything good. That's why I came to you. If I hadn't slipped up and told you about this world I'm now deeply in, I wouldn't have had anyone to turn to. And...and I don't know what I would have done,"

Katherine wrapped her arms around my waist, pushing her head into my stomach.

"Promise me you won't leave me, not without helping me decide what I need to do. Promise me you'll be there for me and help me if I want to get away or get them or something. Promise me that Alex,"

This was a big request on Katherine's part, I knew. I was just on the edge of things I felt, and if I stepped forward more on the path, the way out might become harder and harder to find later on. But I knew deep down that I couldn't just turn away or throw her out or do anything of the sort. I had already gone too far, learned too much and had lost too much as well in the form of Petty to just call it quits here. Salma, Eliza, Willis...they all had to be retributed, if not for what they had done to Katherine and taken control of her life like this, then certainly to prevent them from getting to anyone else.

"Yes Katherine. I'll help you," I said, rubbing her back with my hand as she continued to cling to me like a frightened child. I held her like that for a few minutes, listening to her breath and gasp as her tears finally began to subside, neither one of us saying anything in the silence of the room. I could see through the blinds that daybreak had started to come. It was another day in Los Angeles, and who knew what was in store.

I had thought Katherine had fallen asleep on my lap for a moment, but seemingly in answer to this thought, she slowly lifted her head, pulling herself away from my body slightly. She propped herself up on the couch, her eyes down cast as she looked at nothing in particular. Raising her eyes, Katherine stared at me again for a moment before slowly moving her face towards mine, her tear stained cheeks now dry despite the rivulets that they had cut through her makeup. I felt her breath on my upper lip as she pushed her lips against mine, her soft and full and warm lips touching my own suddenly, first slowly and then with a hurried pressure as she pushed her mouth against mine.

Climbing onto her knees, Katherine leaned against me, pushing me back on the couch more as she kissed me, her body heavy and warm on my own. Her tongue moved into my mouth and at first I simply lay there, not quite sure what this kiss meant. But as I felt her small tongue probing my mouth, her eyes closed as she kissed me, I began to return the kiss in earnest, our mouths wrestling with one another in a quickly growing frenzy.

Katherine slid her arms to my shoulders and I felt my own hands move automatically to her back, where I touched her now not as just a friend but as a lover. Her nipples hardened against my chest, though from the way she was kissing me I could tell it wasn't from arousal - more of a desire to be touched, to be held. A need.

I slid my hands up the back of her blouse, feeling her smooth skin beneath my touch. She seemed oblivious to my touch however as I moved upwards to her shoulders and neck, massaging it slightly with my hand. I lifted my hand away from her as she lifted herself up slightly from my stomach, her lips seeming to fight the desire to leave my own. I had enough free room to maneuver my hands now, and I was very soft and gentle as I moved them to her breasts, squeezing the heavy orbs in my hand as Katherine laid back down on me, my hands crushed between her body and my own. My palms rested squarely on her nipples as Katherine pushed her shoulders back and wiggled the blouse off of her shoulders, leaving her bare skin there for my touch. We kissed again as I squeezed her tits firmly, her body becoming excited by the arousal in spite of itself. The urgency of Katherine's movements let me know that though she wanted to be touched like this, she more or less needed it instead, wanting to perhaps find some way to make sex pleasurable again without the tainted memories of the previous day clouding her feelings.

Truth be told, as I pried my hands away from her chest and lifted them to her shoulders, pulling the blouse off of her completely now, I too could feel this sense of urgency taking me over. This wasn't just sex - this was two people needing each other, needing someone, to make the problems they faced go away. Katherine with her troubles with the Rose Petals and me with the loss of Petty. We both needed, I now knew, to find comfort in the body of another.

Her blouse fully removed, Katherine again broke the kiss and sat up, working quickly to get me out of my boxer shorts (all I had put on before greeting her at the door). As they slid down my legs by her nimble hands, Katherine pushed herself back on me, her skirt now hiked up around her waist as she placed her cunt atop my prick. She didn't allow it to enter - not yet - but instead just let it become more and more aroused by the second as the wetness between her legs grew and her arousal became stronger. I was now painfully hard due to the pressure of her body, and knew that if I didn't find release or something to divert my attention soon, I was apt to shoot my load all over myself.

Thankfully, Katherine's animal instincts took over as she scooted up further along my stomach then pushed back, causing my dick to raise up just enough for the had to be battering at her hole. With only one final moments hesitation, Katherine pushed back against me and I felt my prick slide into her channel completely, her outer lips loosened from the night before. Her hands on my chest, Katherine slid backwards on my cock, raising it up inside of her as she sat contentedly on my lap. It wasn't long however before she began to grind her hips against me, rotating them in small circles as my prick bounced around inside of her, caressing the slick smoothness of her tight inner walls.

She began to raise and lower herself atop me, pressing her hands and nails into my chest as she allowed the shaft of my dick to leave her opening only for a moment or so. Katherine would grunt every time she landed back down, fully impaled, atop me. Her blonde hair swayed gently behind her head as she thrust up and down, my hips now finding the same rhythm of her own as I pushed in and out of her, raising my ass off the couch. Pushing my cock deep within her by grinding her hips against me, she propped herself up over my chest, her long hair hanging along the sides of her face as our eyes locked.

Neither one of us said anything as Katherine began to move faster, trying desperately to scratch that itch that had overtaken her, the lust that had transformed her almost instantly into a woman with a strong desire. I placed my hands on her supple ass cheeks and held them tightly as I helped guide her along my shaft, her aroused and slightly swollen clit rubbing against the top of my shaft with each bouncing move.

I moved my hands up towards the cleft in her ass, tracing a finger down her asshole and along her cunt, stopping at the bottom to wet the tip with her juice before sliding it back upwards, rubbing over her pert little hole with the tip of my finger. She moaned loudly as I caressed this part of her body, gently pushing upwards on a downstroke in our love making, the forces of gravity allowing the tip of my finger to slide into her anal opening slightly, working in the first two segments of my digit inside her tighest of holes.

This seemed to encourage her further as she picked up the now frantic pace of our fucking, my finger now moving along with my cock, in and out, the pressure from her body as her brown eye opened and closed around it quite erotic. We were both animals now, fucking without abandon, each lost in the world of pleasure that we brought each other. With every stroke, the problems of the world seemed to grow further and further away, sending me to a distant place where only bliss could follow. Katherine cried out loudly atop me, an almost earth shattering scream that would surely wake up the neighbors as her orgasm hit, the finish line of sexual bliss overwhelming her as the race neared completion. She came atop my prick, her asshole tightening incredibly around my finger as the moment arrived, her body focused only on releasing the valve of sexual pressure that had been building in her.

I was right behind her, not even having time truly to feel the orgasm in my balls shoot forth. It seemed to just happen by it's own accord, with a quickness that was both staggering and amazingly strong, the cum spewing from my prick in against her pussy walls as I came very hard. My legs twitched and both of our bodies shuddered slightly from the release, Katherine's own orgasm ending seemingly at the second that mine started. I thrust into her deeper and deeper, my prick battering against her cervix as the last load of cum arrived, firing boldly into her as I felt my dick twitch out the final load before beginning to soften slightly. The storm had passed.

Katherine collapsed atop me, her chest heaving with sweat and exhertion as I too breathed heavily, enjoying the feel of her hair against my cheek as I plucked my finger slowly from her ass and traced it up her back, placing my hand between her shoulder blades as I held her tightly against me. Her breathing began to ease up a bit and within seemingly moments, Katherine was fast asleep atop of me, her body unable to take any more without some kind of rest.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 04



Laying there as my panting subsided, I glanced over at the living room window, watching as the sun slowly began to rise over the hills of Hollywood, daybreak bringing an end to the very long night. I closed my eyes just for a moment to rest, but before I knew it I too was asleep there on the couch, our bodies still held together by the bond that had united us in the first place: the burning desire for the loving touch and caress of another person.

We slept for a few hours in that same position, my now soft prick managing to work itself free of her vice like cunt. Laying there, I could see outside that the sun had risen quite far, almost at the midpoint in the sky as the lazy sunbeams and the familiar sounds of traffic managed to filter in through the drawn blinds and thick window panes. My awakening must have stirred Katherine as well, for she lifted her head from my chest and, smiling at me, slowly lifted herself off of my body, moving very slow as she knelt on the back cushion of the couch. She yawned as she patted my leg with her hand, leaning back against the couch, her head resting on the back as her hair draped over the edge.

"Good morning," she said groggily with a sigh, her eyes closed as she lay there on the couch. I lifted myself up slightly on the couch, laying my head on the armrest as I looked at her. Her legs slightly spread and her body still naked save for the rumpled skirt she wore, I could see that a lot of the redness had started to fade around her newly added tattoo. It was still slightly scabbed over, but it didn't look quite as bad as it had even in the late night light of the apartment.

"Morning," I said with a smile, now lifting myself up proper to join her on the couch. Stretching my arms over head, I ran my hand through my hair and stood up, grabbing my boxers from the floor on the way. I cracked my back and re-awoke my body to the world of the living as I yawned again.

"Would you like some breakfast?"

"That would be wonderful, thank you Alex. Do you happen to have any of Petty's clothes by the way? I really need to take a shower," 

"I think so. Try looking in the closet. The shower is right in the bathroom in the bedroom, so make yourself comfortable while I get breakfast going,"

Katherine smiled and stood up from the couch, pulling her dress down now over her legs but choosing to leave her blouse off. She walked a little hesitantly towards the bedroom and disappeared from my sight as I moved to the kitchen to start breakfast.

She emerged 15 minutes later wearing an oversized sweatshirt and one of Petty's pair of old jeans. Perhaps it was the fond memories I still held about Petty in such casual wear, but Katherine looked amazingly sexy in the clothes as she moved to the kitchen table, taking a cup of coffee I had already poured. I set down some eggs and hash browns on the table for each of us and we ate in silence for a few moments, Katherine practically devouring her food immediately, while I found myself to be quite hungry and was quick to follow her.

After finishing her eggs, Katherine sipped her coffee and spoke.

"Thank you for last night Alex. For everything,"

"Not a problem Katherine. I'll always be here to help you out whenever you need it,"

"I know," she said, smiling shyly at me. That was the look of hers that I liked the best I decided - a subtle, innocent looking smile.

"So now that we have both gotten some sleep, I was thinking in the shower about what we should do,"

"What do you mean?"

"About Antamount and the Rose Petal business,"

"Oh yes, I had managed to put it out of my mind for a minute there,"

"I wish I could say the same thing, but unfortunately it has been eating away at me since I've been awake,"

I said nothing to this, but encouraged her to go on. "What do you think we should do?"

"Well, here's the thing. We are both in very different situations here. I'm much deeper in and know far more than I probably even want to, while you are still pretty deep in this whole fucked up scheme, only from a different perspective,"

"Right,"

"But the thing is, even though we are looking at it differently, we still have a lot of common problems. Namely, how to deal with the people involved, the people who are our bosses, in a world where relationships and connections are king,"

I nodded.

"For me, it won't be impossible to manage. I've been stuck in this sub-servant role for a while now and I can hold my own, barring nothing strange coming along. You however, really don't have any chips to maneuver with,"

"I could just not be involved in the movie anymore,"

"I don't think that is a good idea. It's too risky, sends too many signals,"

"I've already told them that I didn't want to be involved any more. They even sent Monica Bellucci to...convince me otherwise,"

"Well then that is your in. You could use that to say that your decision was based on what Monica wanted you to do. And I don't even think I have to ask how that Italian succubus tried to 'convince' you,"

"Point taken. I still don't know...it will be really damn hard to look them straight in the eye when I know so much. They might catch on,"

Katherine stared at me hard, a look of determination in her eyes.

"If they do, they do. Now look, I will also keep up my role in the Rose Petals. Maybe I can learn more about them, what the flaws in the organization are and who wants out. I mean, a secret society can't stay secret forever,"

We sat in silence for a moment, letting the whole thing sink in.

"Then what? How long do we wait, how long do we play by their rules?"

"For however long it takes I think. These people are serious as a heart attack Alex. They won't hesitate to kill you and to make me disappear by smearing me in the tabloids. It's best not to fuck around with them until we have an out, a plan of action,"

"And what exactly are you thinking in that regard Katherine? How the hell do we try and hurt an organization where the only way to tell the members is by seeing them naked?"

Katherine looked down at the table in thought, finishing the last bite of her eggs. Sipping her coffee, she finally looked up at me, her eyes glittering with possibility.

"I know someone who might want to help us. Give me some time to set things up with him and then let's see what his take on this thing is. If we can get his help, then we might stand a chance,"

WILLIS' STORY:

Straightening my tie, I cleared my throat as I rested my hands on the heavy oak board room table.

"I'm glad you are all here gentlemen. You are obviously anxious to find out the status of our organization, where we stand in regards to the inroads we have made into the Hollywood star system, and I won't keep you long. I have a lunch date with a future prospect to attend to any ways,"

The table seemed to nod their heads in unison. They were a well dressed and unthreatening looking group: aging business men, a few going completely bald atop their heads while others simply seemed to age with dignity, a few wrinkles not with standing. They were the backbone of my organization, the life blood that helped get it off the ground and what kept it flowing even right now. They had kicked in money from off shore bank accounts, personal checks and ambiguous company write offs. Collectively, these twenty men represented some of the most powerful business and political interests around the world. Their companies and own organizations spanned four continents, and the heady rush at speaking to a room like this was a bit intoxicating.

Taking a sip of water from a glass on the table, it's sweat leaving a slight ring on the expensive wood, I walked over to a white board behind me, reaching into my pocket to pull out a remote for the projector.

"As you can see by these figures, our year end goals have more than been met. We have successfully reached out to the top talent in the fields of film and television completely, are making great progress into the world of music with Antamount Records and by years end we hope to start capitalizing on the growing women's sports field. There do remain a few hold outs in the Hollywood system, some of the bigger paycheck pulling women like Roberts and Diaz but we are working our hardest to bring them into our fold," I said, pointing to pie charts and bar graphs on the projected screen behind me, the only sound in the office the hum of the projector itself and some muffled sounds from outside the conference room.

"Now, clearly having control over the talent in the entertainment industry is important. But what we hope to achieve in our three-year prospectus is nothing short of positioning our representatives inside of the five big studios and entertainment companies, where they will undoubtedly ascend the corporate ladder and act in our interest. This will require quite a bit of press unfortunately, but with the Los Angeles media on our payroll, and unfortunate squabbles will be relegated to the back pages of the paper," I continued.

"Once we feel confident that our interests are being met in North America, I personally feel that it will be apt time to expand abroad. The European market is always steady, and with Latin America simply ripe for the picking and Asia on the rise in their tough economic times, this should not be too difficult. Our coup de tas in the world of entertainment should go off without a hitch, if our current projections are to be believed," I finished, pausing once again to sip some water. "I will now open up the floor to questions,"

A row of hands were raised around the table and, so as not to play favorites, I chose the one closest to me.

"Yes, Mr. Eisner," I said, pointing at him. The head of the Mouse empire stood up, straightening his tie as he began to speak in that somewhat raspy voice of his.

"With all of this talk of expansion, I want to know what is being done internally in the studio system. You mentioned that Ms. Roberts is a current priority, but is it conceivable that we can hope to limit the power of the female players in the Hollywood world anytime soon?" he said, his gray eyes staring at me hard.

"Excellent question. That is where our establishment of the Rose Petals Club comes in. We have planted within the star system an organization strictly controlled by us, which acts as a conduit for sucking in new and old talent to our whim. I have appointed the very capable and trust worthy Salma Hayek to act as a figurehead in the organization, working with her and team of writers to create a mythology around the group that will not only hook but keep any rising star from getting too high in the grand scheme of things. There have been a few...unfortunates... who have been lost to the cause due to the Rose Petals Club, but they have successfully been buried by the press and as such will no longer pose a threat. We also are working with interests in Columbia and the Middle East to add narcotics into the mix if necessary, giving Hayek and her members a stronger crutch to lean upon. If we can not hook their minds via mythology, then certainly the use of narcotics will allow us to snare their bodies. I hope that has answered your question Mr. Eisner. Next please?"

Eisner sat down and the room turned towards the back of the table to look at Mr. Kyokota, a small Asian man who had stood up slowly. His hair was a rich silver gray and his face still had some of that boyhood charm, but he offered no smile or look of kindness as he bowed slightly before speaking.

"What of this talk I have been hearing of a resistance to our plans? A...how do you Americans say...uprising? This is not good indeed Mr. Willis, and I believe I speak for the group when I say that our investment in finances and our investment in face value is not something to be easily brushed off," Kyokota said, his words coming steadily and coldly, without the slightest hint of sentiment or emotional attachment. The group murmured softly to itself, whispering and talking in hushed tones with one another. To quell it, I returned the emphasis with some cold words of my own.

"There is no resistance, no uprising. This rumor has been plaguing us for the past three years and nothing has ever shown itself to be proof in that regard. Should any problems such as that ever actually reveal themselves to be true dangers to us, we would act quickly to remove them and ensure that no financial or face is lost in the process," I said, my icy words cutting the room silent like the flick of a switch as I glared around the room. The fact that Kyokota actually brought this up irritated me to no end, but I knew in dealing with the Japanese that any sign of anger or hesitance was a sign of weakness.

A few hands that had been raised went down, with only one remaining. I was relieved that it was simply Senator Mitchell from Kansas, a slow witted fellow whose connections to high standing officials and business men had bought his way into the organization.

"Yes, one final question,"

"When will we see a financial return and how much more funds do you need to continue the operation?" he asked, in his slow Mid-Western drawl. I sighed under my breath, glad that there had been no follow-ups to Kyokota's questioning.

"That gentlemen, is something I will turn over to my associate Mr. Hapsboro. He is far more talented with numbers than I, and has already laid out a spreadsheet of cost benefit analysis. I must bid you all ado however now, else risking being late for a lunch appointment," I said, motioning to Gordon on my right. He stood up with a smile and walked over to me as I handed him the projector remote.

Leaning in close to his ear, I whispered to him. "Take care of the Kyokota problem,"

Turning my head to face the men again, I smiled widely, that same grand-fatherly smile that had gotten me this far in the first place.

"Good day gentlemen," I said, waving to them as I exited the room.

My driver was waiting for me in the parking lot, and within a few minutes we had arrived at the bistro agreed upon earlier in the day by my secretary and my new prospect's agent. Sitting down at a quaint table, the lunch time crowd bustling and chattering around me, I neatly folded my napkin in my lap. 

I didn't have to wait long before a simply ravishing blonde woman approached my table from the entrance, her long legs and beautiful smile making my heart take pause. She was so innocent looking, it almost felt bad that I would have to bring her into this inevitable hell that I was creating for myself. But investors were impatient and the game was too far along to stop now, so I was left with no choice.

"Ah, Ms. Mol. So wonderful to finally meet you in person," I said, gesturing towards her chair as the greeter removed it for her.

"Thank you Mr. Willis. And please, call me Gretchen. Before we order, I simply have to thank you for speaking to David E. Kelly and getting me that part on his new show. I feel that this could truly and finally be the big break that my career needs to make me a household name. I am so excited," she said, bubbling as she smiled at me. She was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, her face so cute and her eyes so alive with energy.

"I only help out those who I feel to be deserving. And you Ms. Mol...Gretchen...are most certainly one of those special few. And since we are making clear our feelings for one another right off the bat, something direct that I like about you, I must ask you a question," I said, smiling at her in that warm way that I knew was my strongest strength in negotiating.

"Please Mr. Willis, go ahead. I am more than willing to answer anything you might throw at me," she giggled, sipping her water.

I cleared my throat, the line now memorized in my head so completely that all I had to do was fill in the blanks. "Now Gretchen, the television business is hard. It's a cut throat industry, even more than the world I am familiar with here in the magical world of cinema. People will do anything to climb above the competition..."

CHARLIE'S STORY:

My head was jerked up quickly, too quickly, I felt the blood rush to my temples in a throbbing flood as my eyes grew black and I felt dizzy, about to pass out. I tried to lift my arms to my desk to steady myself, but the men held them down as they yanked viciously on my hair. My neck snapped backwards as I gasped, my teeth gritted painfully as my head was held at an awkward angle against my neck.

"You don't pay on time from now on Charlie, Dennis and I will be back to make sure you don't gets no more chance. We clear?" Bernie said. His fat hands held onto my hair tightly, wrapping it around his meaty fingers as they held me out from the desk. I was already gasping from the sucker punch they had delivered to my gut a moment earlier but right now I was more concerned with them snapping my neck like a twig.

"I told you, I didn't have the money this time. I can win it back!," I said through my teeth, immediately regretting my forwardness.

SLAM! My head went into the desk again. Hard enough this time to make me black out for a few seconds.

I felt my head throb even more now and could feel a small trickle of blood leaking out of my forehead, strangely comforting in the physical state I was in.

Mercifully, I felt the hand on top of my head relax as Bernie moved away from me.

"I don't know why we fucking deal with little fucks like you Charlie. You aren't even worth the fucking effort," he said viciously, walking away from my desk, my arms finally free. I thought for a moment of jumping up after him, but my reason (some might call it coward-ness) took over and I sat motionless, lifting only my head to watch them as the trickle of blood adjusted it's route and leaked into my eye painfully.

Through my one good eye I watched as Bernie wiped his hands on my jacket hanging on the coat stand, Dennis holding the door for him as they walked out. They were big men and had to turn sideways to even get through the door of my office.

"Don't fuck with Mr. Bois again Charlie. That's a personal piece of advice," Bernie said, slamming the door.

As I listened to them descend the steps and shut the front door, I finally found the strength to move, standing up on wobbly legs as I staggered over to the mirror. Shit, they really did a number on my face. My one eye was swollen and blood caked as the wound from my widows peak continued to drip down like slow moving paint over it. My hair was all messed up (what little I had still anyways) and my cheeks were swollen from the blow to the desk. Moving my tongue around in my mouth, I was glad they didn't knock loose any teeth. For now any ways.

Reaching into the desk drawer underneath the mirror, I took out a dirty towel and wiped my face with it, the rough unwashed material scratchy as I gently touched the wound. The dizziness was gone but I still looked like hell. My shoulders hurt from where they had pulled my arms back to land that punch, but as I rotated them slowly I knew that they hadn't done any permanent damage. Again, for now.

Sighing to myself, I walked back over to my desk and flopped down. I opened the middle drawer beneath the desk and pulled out my flask - a present from my parents during graduation - and took a swig. The brandy was strong and harsh as it went down, burning my throat as it screamed towards my stomach. Taking another pull, this one went down easier as I set the flask down on the desk. I realized that my hands were trembling slightly and so I quickly put on top of the other to steady them. Glancing at the desk, I saw today's race form sitting there, begging me to pick a winner in the 4th, the 5th...it didn't matter. The piece of paper seemed to taunt me, beckoning me to come play the ponies just one more time.

I grabbed the form quickly and tore it up, throwing the pieces into the trash can. Fuck that. I was already enough in debt that I didn't need even one more race to keep myself going. Besides, I knew that I couldn't find enough money for even one ticket before the opening bell of the race. 




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 04



Rubbing my temples, I jerked up straight in the chair as there was a knock on the door. Oh please God, don't let them come back. They weren't packing heat last time, don't make them have a gun now! Quickly putting away the flask, I scanned the desk frantically for a weapon of some kind, something to defend myself with. All I could find was a dull letter opener, which I promptly grabbed and hoarded greedily in my hands beneath my desk. They might get old Charlie, but not without a fight.

The knock came again, the door rattling in it's hinges as it always did no matter how hard the knock. My heart raced as I tried to compose myself.

"Yeah, come in," I called, rubbing my finger over the blade of the letter opener.

The door opened and in stepped a massive looking line backer type, dressed in slacks and a maroon shirt and navy blue tie. His shoulders were massive and broad and for a split second I thought that it was Dennis, having gone to change shirts before coming back again. I lifted the letter opener from the desk instinctively but caught myself as the man, who I now realized I didn't recognize, stepped aside and a woman followed him.

In stepped Katherine Heigl, one of Willis' girls, whom I had gotten to know intimately at one of his parties a few months back. She looked simply gorgeous, her long legs flowing beneath a summer dress and her massive tits straining against the fabric of said dress as she walked in. Her normally long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail behind her head and though she wore little makeup, the high cheek bones still made her appear like an angel sent from heaven, like one of those angels I had seen while attending Mass with my mother as a child.

She looked nervous as she walked in, pausing a step or two in front of the door as her bodyguard or whoever shut the door behind her.

Katherine smiled at me, and for a moment the throbbing of my head ceased as I was held in her gaze.

"Hello Charlie, how are you?" she said sweetly. If she only knew how I was...

"Fine," I said, my throat dry. Clearing it, I spoke again. "I'm doing okay Katherine. And you?"

"I'm doing okay Charlie, thanks," she said, walking further in and taking a seat in one of my threadbare second hand chairs. She kicked some files out of the way as she sat down, her escort keeping his position near the door as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

"Are you okay Charlie? You look a little rough," Katherine asked, a look of concern on her face.

I blotted my forehead with the back of my hand and mustered a weak smile.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. And what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" I asked. I wasn't lying either - since my first encounter with her a few months previous, I had yet to receive a better blowjob than the one that she gave. I could feel my 46 year old prick managing to grow slightly hard in my pants just thinking about it now.

"I came to offer you something," Katherine said. My eyes lit up - yes! Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all.

Standing from my desk, I walked over to Katherine, unbuckling my belt as I walked.

"Well, okay. I don't normally like having other men around but hey, whatever works I guess," I said, loosening my pants as I stood in front of her.

Katherine recoiled her head away in disgust, much to my surprise.

"Oh God, no Charlie! Not that! What do you think I am, some kind of whore?" Katherine spat at me, her head turned away. This pissed me off. The mouth on this bitch was sure to get her in trouble one of these days and maybe I needed to be the one to let her know that.

I slapped her hard across the face as my pants hung around my thighs, making Katherine's head turn hard as she flopped back in the chair.

"Damn straight. You are Willis' property woman, or did you forget that?" I replied angrily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her escort bodyguard take two biiigggg steps forward towards me, a cold look of hatred in his eyes that made me flinch in spite of myself.

Katherine put up a hand to stop him however and the big ox stood still in his tracks. Whoever he was, she had him trained like a puppy.

She rubbed her face with her hand and for a moment I felt sorry for hitting her. Then the gutsy way she had rebuked me rushed back into my thoughts and any sympathy was quickly drowned out.

"Are you saying no to me bitch? Maybe I need to give Willis a call and let him know that his whores are being mouthy lately," I replied angrily, my fists clenched tightly at my sides.

Katherine turned her head to look at me, her eyes pleading with me.

"No Charlie, don't. Please. Just listen to me, hear me out on what I have to say, alright? Please?" she said. She sounded like a scared little girl and in spite of my anger, I figured that I could at least hear her small talk for a minute or two before we got down to business.

"Fine, talk," I grumbled, zipping my pants up and walking back to the desk. Her man servant or whatever the fuck her was resumed his position against the wall, but his gaze never left my every move.

"I came here to make you an offer, and to talk to you about Mr. Willis. Is that alright?" she said.

"I have no problem with you bitching about him to me, if that's what you mean. But your offer has peaked my interest. Go on Katherine,"

She sighed heavily and brushed her hair out from her eyes, her right cheek red from my palm still.

"I...we...need your help in taking Willis and his whole operation down," she said. 

I tried not to look surprised, but it was almost incredible after hearing that statement. In fact, it was almost laughable that this little nobody would try to worm her nose up into the business of one of the most powerful men in the country. Take Willis down indeed.

"You've got to be joking," I said, chuckling to myself at the mere idea. She stared at me hard.

"No, I'm not. The only reason I came to you is that I know you have had problems with him in the past, that he hasn't always helped you out like he should. That you of all people might be willing to even entertain the idea of getting back at him. You've seen the way he and his lap dog Hapsboro treat me and the other girls he's lured in. You've seen how he has reduced us to whores to do his bidding, just as you said. And if there is any decency left in Charlie Watterson at all, I think you know how wrong that is," she said, continuing to stare at me hard.

"Please! Katherine, whatever beef I have with Willis is between me and him and most certainly not you. I don't know where you get off coming in here with these stupid ideas and your bodyguards or whatever the fuck Ox over there is supposed to be, but you can just get it out of your head right now," I replied coldly. Reaching into my desk, I pulled out my flask once again, taking a hard, long pull on it. Regardless of how dumb she sounded now, I still didn't want to be hearing this. A man in Hollywood quickly learns to filter out the things he hears, and this was something that most certainly needed filtering.

"I know about Jessica, Charlie," she said coldly. I stopped in mid sip of the brandy, the metal flask pressing against my lips as the liquid fire inside sloshed around.

"You don't know shit," I said, pulling the container from my mouth and capping it back up, sliding it back into the desk in one fluid motion.

"That's not true. I know everything. People talk Charlie. They talk about how you were this big hot shot producer. How every film you touched was a sure fire hit. How you had Hollywood served up on a silver platter," she continued.

"Well you heard wrong. I never had any power over Hollywood, I just had a long lucky run,"

"Yes, you did. Too lucky almost. You tried to push things by bringing in new talent, didn't you Charlie? You tried to take control of it all - the casting, the production, the asking price for your films, everything. But you got greedy didn't you Charlie? You wanted too much," she said.

I stood up from my desk and leaned across it, glaring at her.

"You better watch your fucking mouth," I growled, a snarl crossing my lips. To my amazement, she continued unfazed.

"You brought in Jessica Biel for one of your projects. She was your pride and joy. You discovered her and convinced her to come to Hollywood and then you seduced her with ideas and promises of fame and fortune and the adoration of millions of people. But it didn't go like you wanted it to, did it Charlie? You're Hollywood dream existed only on screen didn't it?"

I felt a well of emotions beneath the surface - it was as if I was a separate person, one simply watching myself from outside my body as my mouth let my emotions run free.

"Shut up! Jessica was...Jessica is...she's not important any more!"

"Oh, but she is Charlie. What happened to her huh? You introduced her as your date at one of Willis' parties. You told him how big of a star she was going to be. How proud and happy you were to have full control over her career. But you said these things to the wrong person Charlie, didn't you?"

"I...I..."

"You fucked up. Willis smelled fresh meat and he moved in for the kill, whisking her away. First to projects of his own, then into the little harem he had built for himself here in LA. When was the last time you talked to her Charlie? A month? Six months? Two years?"

I collapsed into the chair, my eyes welling up with tears. Damn it, I couldn't let this woman get to me like this! I was Charlie FUCKING Watterson!

"I...I don't know,"

"Two years I bet then. That's a long time to sit and think things over, isn't it Charlie? To think about how you had the whole world and the control over one person in your hands and how you lost it, how you messed up," she said, each word tearing through me like a bullet ripping through my chest.

My outside view of myself could now see my real self sobbing like a baby in my chair. I wanted to crawl under a rock and be left alone at that point, but what was I to do? I had done the one thing you never should in this game: I let my emotions get the best of me.

"Two years is about right," I said, sobbing into my hands. "She never even called me,"

"And that makes you angry, doesn't it Charlie?" Katherine said, her voice more reassuring now, like a mother's to a child. 

"Yes...yes..."

"Deep down, you blame this all on Willis, as you should. And I know you've had these dark, deep thoughts buried far inside about how to get back at him for this. How to get your life back, how to get Jessica back, haven't you?"

"Yes...why are you doing this? Oh Godddddd!!"

"Because we want to get back at him too Charlie, and you can help us. You can move within his ranks like we can't. You can help us take him down.

I laid my head on my desk, crying softly into my shirt sleeve, hating myself more and more for every tear.

"What...wha...do you want me to do?"

"I want your commitment. I want you to use any connections you have to help Alex and I strike at Willis, to get back at him for the way he's treated me and the girls before me and you and all the other people whose lives he has destroyed. In return, you have mine and Alex's promise that we will help you get Jessica back for you, to help you salvage what's left of your life," she said.

"Who, who is Alex?" I said, lifting my head as I wiped my tears away. The man in the corner walked over towards me hesitantly, as if I would bite his hand or something.

"Alexander Hilt. I'm a screen writer for Willis and...well, I used to be. Now I'm not so sure," he said, extending his hand out to my slowly, watching my every move. I took it and shook it gently, my fingers wet from my blubbering.

Wiping my eyes clear now, I leaned back in my chair and sniffled away the last of my heartache as I sighed.

"What do you want me to do?" I said. "Even though you are right, Willis deserves to pay, I can't promise anything and I think you know that,"

"I do. But what I want to hear from you is that you will try. That you will help us however you can without letting on that you are. Can you do that Charlie? We may not need your help, but in this rebellion we have begun, we need all the allies we can get," she said, standing up from her chair as I watched her shapely form move towards the door.

"I'll do what I can Katherine, that's all I can promise," I said to her, trying not too sound like the blubbering mess I had become in the last five minutes.

"Thank you Charlie. I'll call you when and if I know how you can help, ok?"

"Ok Katherine," I said as she opened the door.

Her escort, Alex I now knew, stepped outside the door and Katherine followed, pulling it almost closed behind her. She stuck her head back in for a moment, a smile on her face.

"Oh, and just between me and you Charlie, I always did enjoy the taste of your cock in my mouth," she said with a warm smile.

I laughed at this and smiled at her.

"Thanks," I said, watching as she smiled back before closing the door behind her. 

For the second time that day, I wondered what kind of mess I had gotten myself into.

PETTY'S STORY:

I learned very quickly that things happen very fast in this industry. No sooner had I finished recording my single with Beyonce (it came the next morning, with a few minor tweaks to the baseline after our rendezvous in her hotel suite) than I was already jamming away with a full on band in the same studio, laying down a dozen tracks or so. Within two weeks, we had actually finished recording and the technician, Bill Blake, was putting the final production credits on it. Then it was just a matter of shooting the cover art and doing the insert booklet and my album was completely done. It had made my head spin how fast the whole process was done, but in the cut throat pop music world I suppose that was necessary - it was all about the product and getting it to consumers as fast as possible. Because of this rushed effort, I decided on the title of "Whirlwind" for the album itself, which was taken from one of my favorite tracks.

Now though, I was flying out to New York City to appear on Total Request Live with Beyonce to debut our single, "Mind Boggling Man". I felt extremely excited that I was going to be on the show, even in the limited capacity of a back up singer, but I knew that this was just a stepping stone. First the back up singing, then the full album and then...it scared me to think of how fast I might ascend to the level of fame. I had called all of my friends and family and told them to watch me. I had been on the outs with my mother for going on five years now, but Alex had encouraged me to at least stay in touch with her so that she knew I was doing ok. When I called to tell her the good news, she immediately asked about Alex, something that made me wince.

"How is he doing Petty? Has he found fame and fortune like you?" she said, her voice sounding a bit tinny on the phone.

"Last time I heard, he was doing alright," I replied, my voice deadpan so that she could infer that it was a sore topic. But like she always seemed to do, she wouldn't let up and pressed on.

"Last you heard? Oh Petty...don't tell me that you two broke up!" she wailed into the phone. My mother was a firm believer in strong, solid relationships and though she had never met him in person, I knew from their conversations on the phone that she really seemed to like Alex. In truth, I liked him well enough too and sometimes felt myself missing him, but after the fight we had, I wasn't about to go crawling back to him. 

"Yes mother, we broke up. I'd really rather not talk about him if that is ok with you," I said, trying not to sound angry.

"You two seemed so happy together. Like two of a kind, the nice perfect couple. I told old Mrs. Glickman about you two and how peaceful your life was and,"

"Is this going anywhere mother? I really have a lot of stuff to do before my trip," I snapped, interrupting her.

There was a momentary pause on the other line. "No, I suppose not. I just hope you stay out of trouble now that Alex is gone Petty,"

I sighed loudly into the phone. "I will mother, don't worry. I really need to get going now so..."

"Yes yes, I understand. Good bye Petty, I will watch for you on television. One more thing...I'm very proud of you,"

This hit me hard. My mother never complimented me - not when I was a kid and not now. My heart felt tight at her words but there was just too much baggage to show it.

"Thank you. Good bye," I said, forcing myself to hang up the phone. I set the receiver down and bent my head over, breathing hard as her words washed over me. 

That was last night and as far as I was concerned, in the past. Antamount had flown me out on a private jet with some of their suits, who had spent the duration of the long flight chattering away about deals and what not towards the front of the cabin. That left me the entire back two rows to put my feet up and relax, trying to calm my jitters about the show today.

When I touched down in New York, a limo was waiting for me (and only me, the suits embarking on their own errands) to take me to Times Square and MTV's studios. The afternoon sun in the city was still high in the sky, and the heat was uncomfortably hot, even on the ground with the tall sky scrapers over head. As the limo turned the corner into Times Square, I saw the gaggle of teenagers waving signs and chatting with one another, all of them there hoping to catch a glimpse of celebrities zooming by, not to mention getting a coveted request in on the show. I rolled down the window of the limo to look at them and noticed that they really didn't give two shits about me. They watched me drive by, scoping me out for a moment in excited anticipation but I guess I disappointed because they quickly returned to their conversations.

The limo pulled into the MTV parking lot and I was led out by the driver. A short, stocky man with thick glasses was there waiting for me, a gigantic clip board in his hand.

"Hello Petty, I'm Roger, I will be your liaison today here at the studio. Antamount sent me specifically to be at your beck and call today so if there is anything you need, please let me know. I spoke with your agent, Rick Dugan on the phone and we have laid out your dressing room just the way you like it. Is there anything else you need right away?" the man said, his words a little jumbled and fast. I was struck by the speed in which he talked and yet amazed that I could actually follow him. I knew that New Yorkers had a habit of talking fast (a sharp contrast to those in LA) but this guy was a master at it.

We walked through the parking garage and into the elevator leading to the studio floor. The elevator was old and clanky, it's metal track grunting as we ascended upward. This created a bit of an uncomfortable silence in the enclosed space. I would normally have been friendly towards this apparent lackey, but what was there really to say?

Hitting the 2nd floor, I waited patiently for the ride to be over. Roger however, had other things on his mind.

"Oh! Before I forget! Mr. Hapsboro instructed me to give you these forms relating to your album and appearances on the show and any other publicity. He said that he meant to have it ready for you while you were recording, but that this was the quickest it could get done," he said, thrusting his heavy clipboard out to me. I watched his expectant eyes warily as I took the clipboard, scanning the mountain of pages.

I felt rushed as he stared at me, so I quickly went through the pages, looking for anything that caught my eye. It was pretty boring stuff, mostly legalese written to say that I would give ownership of the album to Antamount, blah blah. I didn't really like the idea of signing my songs away to a corporation, but I certainly wasn't going to blow a record deal over that. I could always write more songs, I reasoned, so what if these belonged to them?




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 04



Finding the appropriate lines, I signed my name, initialed where it told me to and X-ed where I had to. Handing the heavy clipboard back to Roger, he smiled as the elevator dinged at our floor.

"Thanks. Now, follow me," he said, leading the way. 

Like my first experience with Antamount's offices, the ones at MTV were nothing to be impressed about. They looked like any other office building, with people rushing by and doors opening and closing to offices as phones rang constantly. We walked through a metal door labeled simply SETS and that's when the magic of television finally showed itself.

We passed by the MTV News set, empty right now except for a janitor sweeping up, the lights hanging high over head turned off. I could see the desk where many an MTV News anchor sat, the blue screen behind them giving away the secrets to the world of television. We passed through another door at the end of the hall and I knew from the chatter behind it as we approached that this must be where TRL was.

It was just like you see on the show, only much bigger. The set was in the corner of the building, the resident teenagers sitting patiently as they chatted with themselves and to friends on cell phones, just like the ones outside. Carson Daly was standing off to the side, the makeup people applying the finishing touches as he stared out the window to watch the traffic go by. The rest of the room was pretty much empty, the set fading away like a piece of a puzzle lost from it's brothers, as camera men checked angles and production assistants moved like ants, scurrying around as the show was about to start. Roger led me up to Carson Daly as the makeup assistant walked away.

"Carson, this is Petty. She's going to be doing the duet with Beyonce later on in the show," Roger said, motioning for us to shake hands. He looked at me and smiled, shaking my hand. He was much shorter than I had thought, the screen obviously giving him height.

"Hi, glad you're going to be on the show. I love your new song with Beyonce, it's kickin," he said warmly.

"Uh, thanks," I said, letting my hand fall to my side. I had expected something more than "kickin" for praise but whatever works.

Carson walked to a nearby table and opened a bottle of water, sipping it gently so as not to mess up his makeup from any splashing. Not knowing what else to do, I followed him over.

"So, how's the show going?" I asked, trying to make small talk.

"It's not bad I guess. The ratings are still high so I guess I will get to do this for a while longer," he replied. I looked into his eyes, trying to see if he was really as slow witted as the show made him appear, or if it was all just an act. Sadly, there didn't seem to be much going on behind them as he smiled dopily at me.

"This will be a good show. First you and Beyonce will perform, then later we have Avril Lavinge stopping by to play one of her jams," he said, reverting again to that "hip" lingo of his audience.

"Cool. I'm really nervous about this whole thing. I've never been on television before," I said, feeling strangely comfortable opening up to him.

"Na, don't worry about it. Our viewers don't really care how you act, in case you didn't notice, so if you mess up, it ain't no thang," 

His use of slang was starting to annoy me, so I looked for a way out of the conversation.

"Have you seen Roger? He just sort of left me here and I needed to talk to him about something," I lied, looking worried as best as I could as I looked around.

"Who?"

"The guy who introduced us,"

"Sorry, I'm not following," 

"Never mind," I said, backing away from him. I walked over to where a group of PA's were standing, standing away from them so as not to get in the way. Over a loud speaker that I guess I hadn't seen when I walked in, a voice called "30 seconds to air"

People now scrambled like mad, Carson walking over to the set as the audience applauded and cheered wildly. A PA handed him a microphone as he straightened his hair, smiling at the crowd. 

"10 seconds!"

I moved where I could see things, inadvertently stepping in the way of a camera for a moment before one of the young assistants yanked me hard by the arm, pulling me back. I felt resentment towards her as the show began - how dare she jerk me around like that? I was one of the guests today!

"5...4...3...2..."

"Hi, I'm Carson Daly and welcome to Total Request Live. We have a great show today, Beyonce Knowles is here to do her hit song with Petty, and Avril Lavinge will be stopping by later in the show for an interview and to sing as well. But let's kick things off right now with a new video from Britney Spears..."

Beyonce arrived on set about 5 minutes before we were supposed to go on, her entourage carrying all her things: wardrobe, purse, bottled water, etc as she pranced around like a diva, pausing only to let the makeup people descend upon her. She saw me standing there watching the show and as I turned to look at her, she smirked widely at me, winking out of her left eye. I felt myself blush - if only the people here knew about our night in her hotel room...

The show went to a commercial and both Beyonce and I were rushed onto the set. I had put on makeup before leaving, but apparently not to the satisfaction of the people of the show, because they lunged on me, pulling my hair this way and that and adding powder to my face and arms as I took a seat on a stool on the main stage of the show. Beyonce walked in front of me, adjusting the microphone to her height as she straightened her hair. She wore a red leather cat suit like thing, the front zipped almost all the way down to expose her ample cleavage. I was handed a guitar as I sat there, feeling very nervous. I tried not to think about the huge audience watching, about all the things that could go wrong in the song. Instead, I found myself envisioning the clubs in LA where I had first gotten my start, the blinding stage lights keeping the audience from my view as I sang. The thought of this inevitably brought Alex to my mind and I could feel myself growing upset from all the emotions running through me right then and there.

Somehow sensing this, Beyonce turned and looked at me, smiling warmly.

"Don't sweat it girl, we are gonna knock them dead!" she said enthusiastically as a stage hand called out that the show was about to come back. I sighed to myself heavily as I straightened the guitar on my knee and the people around me suddenly vanished, scurrying out of the way of the camera.

"Hey, welcome back to TRL. Continuing her solo career, today we have Beyonce Knowles from Destiny's Child here to perform her new song "Mind Boggling Man", featuring new comer Petty on the guitar. This song is off the hook, so if you haven't heard it then you will really be in for a treat," Carson said. The audience clapped and cheered politely as I saw the camera from the side of the room move over to us. The now familiar baseline to me began to kick in the background as Beyonce went into performer mode, strutting and flaunting her golden brown body for the camera's lens as my hand instinctively began to play along to the music.

Beyonce stepped up to the microphone and closed her eyes, her hips swaying as the tempo got to the first verse. Sighing to myself again, I knew there was no turning back.

"OOOOhhh let me tell ya honey, oh yeah, about my mind bogglin' man!...Uhh! He comes home every night...sayin he workin as hard as he can, oh yeah!" Beyonce sang, her voice booming from her thin body like a woman twice her size.

"But when I see him out there...workin' all the hours...I know he out with another girl...givin her MY flowers!"

This was my cue. 

"Hey sista...you don't need that mista...we ain't got no need in this world...for that mind bogglin man!" I sang, my voice hitting all the right notes and encouraging me further as the chorus faded into Beyonce's second verse via a series of beeps and thumps.

As the song wore on, I felt myself relaxing completely and getting very much into the groove of the song. We had sung it over and over while recording and I knew the words by heart now as Beyonce and I finished up our 3 minute set. 

"So come on girls, let's go girls, all the girls...ditch that MIND BOGGLIN' MANNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!" Beyonce sang in a final crescendo as the song ended.

The audience went absolutely wild, clapping and yelling and cheering so much that it actually scared me. I had never heard an audience get that rowdy before, at least when I was the performer and not a cheering member of the audience. I stood up on shaky knees and turned towards them, smiling as I bowed politely, guitar in my sweaty somewhat shaky hand.

Carson walked over to us, shaking first Beyonce's hand, then my own.

"Wow ladies, that was great. Tell me, how did you two hook up?" he asked, reading off the teleprompter.

Beyonce looked at me, indicating that I could answer the question. I hadn't really been told what to say, so I just said the first thing that came out of my mouth.

"I just signed with Antamount Records a few weeks ago and they said they wanted me to do a single with Beyonce. I didn't want to turn them down, so I guess that's how we got hooked up," I said nervously, trying not to look too directly into the camera.

"Great, great. Tell me Beyonce, what's it like working with someone from a rock background when all you've done before is r&b?" Carson asked as the camera panned to him and Beyonce.

"Well, you know Carson, I love all kinds of music. I even suggested putting in some real instruments in for my first single, and that's what led to Petty. She's a great musician and I'm sure she will be a big star and I just wanted to say I worked with her first, you know?" Beyonce said coolly as she hugged me by the shoulders. She was no stranger to the camera and her poise impressed me.

"I wish you two the best of luck. Beyonce's album is already out right now, so go by and pick it up if you haven't already. Petty, any plans on an album of your own?"

"Y..yes Carson, I just finished laying it down about a week ago and it should be out...uhh, I guess whenever they release it," I said, unable to contain myself from giggling. "It's going to be called 'Whirlwind', that much I know,"

"Ok, well, look for Petty's solo album...whenever they release it," Carson said, chuckling. "We'll be right back after this with some more videos and your requests, and Avril Lavinge in an hour or so,"

The light above the camera went off and two PA's rushed onto the set to pick up the mic stand and the stool I was sitting on as we were led off the stage. Out of the camera's sight, Beyonce turned to me as she ran her hands through her hair.

"You did great girl. I'd love to stay and talk about it with ya, but they are telling me I gotta go do some charity event tonight in Boston, so I gotta get going. Holla at me later if you want to, just ask Hapsboro for my number," she said, giving me a hug. I could feel the moisture between her breasts as she pressed her body against me. Though she was taller than me, at this moment I felt like a dwarf compared to her and her celebrity. She smiled down at me and our eyes locked for a moment, remembering that night together. With no one looking, she bent down and kissed me softly on the cheek.

"Cya round girl," Beyonce said, turning away to her waiting entourage by the door.

Taking a deep breath, I felt dizzy and sweaty and excited and calm and a million other things all at once as the adrenaline rush from performing slowly faded from me. I was in a daze as I walked over to one of the assistants.

"Do you have somewhere I could go to change and maybe shower? I feel sweaty from the performance," I asked breathlessly, scanning the room. The guy appeared really busy but he looked up at me regardless, glancing around.

"Yeah, there should be an open one down the hall over there. First door on your right," he said, pointing. I nodded at him and walked over to where he had indicated as I heard the audience applaud behind me, the show back on the air.

Passing through the door quietly, I saw the room he was pointing to. Not wanting to barge in on anyone, I knocked tentatively. No answer. Opening the door slowly, I saw that it was a very posh looking dressing room. One of those "green rooms" you hear about on all the entertainment shows...and here I was with one all to myself. Shutting the door behind me, I checked it out: there was a nice vase of flowers on a mahogany table against the far wall, a semi-open door that led to a bathroom with a shower, and a closet for hanging costumes and clothes to change into. There was also a nice looking sofa against the opposite wall from the table, with a big screen TV standing next to the table.

Walking around a little bit more, I headed into the bathroom and took some of the towels off, wiping my arms and neck from the sweat of the lights. The shower looked nice and clean and I was about to peel off my dress and climb in when there was a knock on the door. Fixing my hair, I walked out of the bathroom and stood in the center of the room.

"Come in," I called, the door opening a moment later.

In walked a Hispanic man with a dirty, thin mustache and slicked back hair. He wore a leather motorcycle jacket and a pair of faded jeans. His eyes seemed to register no emotion as he walked in, shutting the door behind him, a small package underneath his arm.

"Are you Petty?" he asked, his eyes checking me out hungrily. I suddenly felt conscious of the man, wondering who he was and what he was doing in my dressing room.

"Yes, who are you?" I asked.

"I am Fernando, Mr. Hapsboro's liaison here in New York. He has sent me to give you this package, as a gift for your good performance today on the show," he said, his words sounding almost scripted. He walked to the table as I watched him, setting the package down. It was a simple cardboard box, in the shape of a jewelry case, with a string fastened across the middle.

I approached him as he set it down on the table, undoing the string and opening the lid of the box. Inside was a rather full baggie of white powder. My heart raced as I realized what it was, having not seen cocaine since my experience that night with Eliza. I felt a surge rush through my veins as the pleasant memories of the drug's effects coursed through my brain, the echoes of Eliza's moans and my own arousal seeming to trigger involuntarily in my body. My skin felt flush and I realized that just seeing the tightly packed powder was enough to make me somewhat horny again.

He stepped back from the table and looked at me, his eyes watching me as I leaned closer over the box. It was apparent that he wanted me to take it out or look at it or thank him or something, but I wasn't sure exactly what to do at that moment.

"Please accept this as his thanks," he said, smiling weakly at me as his eyes continued to look me up and down. I tore my eyes away from his own, staring instead at the white bag. It was jammed full, undoubtedly a lot of drugs in the bag. The realization of where we were and who could come in at any moment suddenly flashed into my mind and I put my hands on the box and closed it's lid, looking up at him.

"You can't just open that here! What if someone walks in? Besides, I can't accept this. Tell Mr. Hapsboro that this is...not my kind of thing," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Fernando didn't move, his eyes now locking my own tightly in his gaze.

"I was told not to leave until you have sampled his gift, Ms. Petty,"

I stared at him intently.

"I told you, I can't accept this," I said, my voice wavering now.

"I have my orders Ms. Please do not make me tell Mr. Hapsboro that you refused his gift," he said, his voice cold.

I looked back at the box, my hand brushing across it's surface. I felt torn inside, unsure of what exactly to do next. It was clear that this guy wasn't going to leave until he got what he wanted, regardless of what I wanted. But I couldn't really do a line of the coke here...could I?

I continued to stare at the box as I noticed him shifting his weight out of the corner of my eyes, growing impatient with me.

Against my better judgment, I opened the lid of the box again and lifted the bag out, it's contents surprisingly heavy in my hand. I unzipped the top as a faint waft of powder floated out, settling slightly on my hand and somewhat on the table. Fernando took this as a sign that I was willing to go along with his request, for he took the bag from my hand and reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small teaspoon measuring tool, dipping it into the bag as he shook it's contents out onto the table. With deft hands, he used the handle of the spoon to cut out two lines of the drug. Wiping the spoon clean with his finger, he smeared the excess powder into his mouth, rubbing it across his gums and teeth. 

He looked up at me again, then at the powder, then back at me, as if indicating that it was my turn. His cold black eyes stared at me fiercely, almost seeming to bend me to his will. I felt myself bend at the knees slightly, my face lowering down to the table. Part of my mind screamed to stop, to just walk out of the room. But the intense feelings from my first experience with the coke overpowered my logic, flooding my brain with the pleasant memories and amazing feelings that it had invoked.

As I lowered my head down to a few inches above one of the lines, Fernando lowered his own face to the other. I could smell his oily hair from where my face floated, the scent of sweat and some cheap grease flooding my nose. He made no sign of hesitating as he pinched one nostril and lowered the other to the table, inhaling the line in a few seconds. He again wiped up the excess powder on his finger and then sniffed it's slight contents up his nose, his body now standing up straight as he loomed over me.

Turning towards the table, my body seemed to be moving by itself now as I too lowered my face and sniffed up the line - not as quickly as he, but still in rather rapid succession - feeling the coarse powder go up my nose and down my throat as that same burning from the first time hit me again. 

There was still some excess powder on the table as I lowered my face again to inhale the rest, the dizzying effects of the high. As I was hunched over the table, I heard Fernando moving behind me, the sound of his pants unbuckling coming not even a moment later.

Within a few seconds, before I even knew what was going on as the last of the powder disappeared up my nose, I could feel Fernando's hard prick pressing against the cloth at the back of my dress. His callused hands took hold of the base of my dress as he lifted it up onto my back, my ass now exposed in my simple blue panties. I turned to watch him for a moment, everything happening so fast that I barely had time to think, but Fernando proved faster.

With one hand, he put it on the back of my neck and held my head and body down against the lip of the table, pinning me there with his surprisingly strong forearms. The other was busy tearing at my panties as I felt his cock bump against one of my ass cheeks, my pussy now exposed as he held me bent over, spreading my legs wider with his foot.

Even in the state I was in, I knew that this was wrong and not a good thing. I was about to start to scream and call for help, to push back against him with all my might to get him off of me, but it was at that moment that his cock found home and pushed fiercely into my cunt in one quick motion. The force of his body colliding into my own shoved me further onto the table as I cried out in surprise, the length of his modest cock touching against my inner walls.

As he began to withdraw, I put my hands on the table and pushed away from him, the tip of his cock still in my snatch as I fought to get away. Sensing my move, he leaned against me again, the weight of his body and ample sized gut pressing against my rather weak and slow moving own frame as he plunged into me again. Adjusting to the weight of his body, I tried to wiggle free but it was to no avail, as he placed his arms on my hips and dug his fingers into me tightly, holding me there against the table, my breasts pressing hard into the wood through my dress. 




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 04



I should have felt repelled, disgusted...any number of things. But be it the effects of the drugs or the deep rooted fantasy of being taken by this stranger, I felt my pussy grow incredibly wet as he slid in and out of me quickly now, obviously realizing that we could get caught at any moment. Fernando was probably only 3/4 of the length of Alex, the last man I had slept with, but strangely his dick seemed more tactile as it glided effortlessly in against me. Here I was, practically being drugged and raped and yet my body seemed to be fighting against my mind as this panting, sweaty man humped me over the table. 

Pushing into me again with a savage, raw force, I found myself crying out in pleasure as he fucked me quickly. His dick didn't go all the way into me to touch my deepest walls, but it was more than qualified to find just the right spot to make it incredibly arousing for me. My juices now leaked freely from between my legs, the entire encounter throwing me off balance for the sheer suddenness of it, as I felt my fingers grip the table and push back, not in resistance but in encouragement as he fucked me.

I moaned low, the voice in my throat barely registering as my own as I felt a breast pop out of my dress, my nipple sliding across the surface of the table as he fucked me hard and fast. Feeling his balls slap against my ass, a flood of my own juices let loose as I orgasmed, the pressure of his body and my own against the table just too much for me to take. Fernando was grunting something in Spanish behind me as his cock pushed in and out of my now sloppily wet snatch. What started out as a grunt became a low growl as he buried himself into me hard, smashing my hips against the table with such force that the flower vase wobbled and almost fell, his orgasm shooting forth from his prick as his greasy, sticky cum coated the inside of my previously dry snatch. 

When he finished cumming after a few squirts, Fernando pulled himself out from me, holding his cock in his hand. I turned back to watch him as he wiped a smear of cum off of the tip of his cock and then proceeded to smear it into my ass cheeks. Stepping back, he pulled up his pants and boxers, fastening them quickly. Checking his hair in a nearby mirror, he headed towards the door.

"I will tell Mr. Hapsboro that you greatly enjoyed his package. Gracias," he said, stepping out almost as quickly as he came. The door was left slightly ajar and I could hear the applause from the crowd outside as Avril Lavinge sang her hit "Complicated". Standing there sweating and with my hands still gripping the table tightly, I felt woozy as I slowly stood up, pulling my panties up from around my ankles as I straightened my dress, completely in shock over what had just happened. Glancing down at the box again, the plastic bag almost spilling out it's contents in the hurriedness of Fernando's actions, I zipped it back up and placed it back in the box, closing the lid.

Feeling a bead of sweat move down my forehead as my heart raced, I remembered that I hadn't taken a shower like I had planned on. Scooping up the box in my hands, I carried it into the bathroom and turned on the water, setting the box on the lid of the toilet as I took off my dress and panties. Looking at my body in the mirror, I could see the red spots from Fernando's thumbs that had pressed into my hips as he fucked me. Tracing a hand over them, they hurt to be touched as I pulled my hand away quickly. They would probably bruise up for a few days, a constant reminder of what had happened.

Stepping into the shower, I let the water wash over me as my thudding heart kept my body temperature up. Cleaning myself with some soap, I slid the bar between my slightly parted pussy lips, feeling the bubbles cover over my snatch as I scrubbed, the last of Fernando's cum washing away. There was only some generic shampoo in the shower as I poured it into my hair, scrubbing my long blonde locks with my hands as my mind dissected all that had happened today.

The effects of the cocaine had managed to prop me up even more now, combining with the after effects of the adrenaline I felt from the performance. I wondered to myself what all this meant...sure the performance had gone well, but why had Hapsboro sent Fernando - or anyone for that matter - to give me drugs? Did he think I was a junkie, or was that just the way that they did things at Antamount? They certainly were enjoyable but I knew from all the after school specials I watched as a kid that the enjoyment could quickly turn into addiction if I wasn't careful. What exactly was I becoming?

Shutting off the water, I stepped out as I reached for a towel to dry myself off. I didn't like the fact that I had to slip on the same clothes I had just been fucked in, but there really were no other options. Drying my hair, the steam from the shower fogging the mirror, I thought for a moment I heard voices. Pausing for a second, I listened. Nothing. Writing it off to my imagination, I finished drying my hair before I heard the distinct sound of little girls giggling. Setting the towel down, I picked up my dress and slid it back over my shoulders, stepping up to the door. Pressing my ear against it, I could now make out two voices, whispering with one another. There was someone else in the room with me.

Placing my hand on the hinges so that it didn't squeak, I slowly opened the door just wide enough so that I could see out with one eye.

"I don't know about this Avril. What if someone sees us?" a female voice said.

"No one's going to see us, I locked the door. Besides, you promised me last time that I was here that we could fool around some more when I came back," I heard Avril Lavinge say.

"I know but...see, I like boys and though I think you're real pretty..."

"Mandy, a promise a promise. You'll like it, I know you will,"

As I angled myself more in the doorway, I could take in more of the room in view. Standing in the middle of the floor very close to each other were Avril Lavinge (wearing a pair of baggy cargo pants and a "wife beater" sleeveless white t-shirt) and who I now recognized as Mandy Moore, the former teen-queen turned MTV VJ. She wore a pair of jeans and a low cut blouse that gave some much needed support to her smallish breasts. I was surprised to see the girls standing so close to each other, but even more surprised when I saw Avril's hands circle Mandy's waist and grab her ass tightly through the jeans, pulling her closer to Avril's body. 

Mandy seemed to resist for a moment as Avril leaned her head in.

"I still don't think it's right. I'm not a lesbian you know," Mandy said softly, turning her head away from Avril. 

"We are just going to have a little fun Mandy, no need to label ourselves," Avril replied gently. She moved her head towards Mandy's, her long brown hair hanging over her shoulders and framing her oval-ish face as the two young girls eyes met. They held each other's gaze as Mandy returned her head straight as they looked at each other, Avril now pulling Mandy in even tighter.

With a very slow and deliberate pace, Avril cocked her head slightly and pressed her lips against Mandy's, holding them there in a kiss for a moment. Mandy seemed to want to push away, pulling her head back slightly, but Avril moved with her, keeping their lips locked.

The kiss broke for a moment as Mandy stared at Avril hard, her breath panting now. Though they were about 10 feet away from me, I could see the rapid thumping of Mandy's chest from this obviously alien experience to the young 18 year old. Avril was pretty determined to get what she wanted and she leaned in to kiss Mandy again, neither one of them saying a word during this entire exchange. Mandy didn't resist this time, becoming passive in Avril's arms as the two girls kissed each other, Avril obviously the aggressor.

Their kiss became more heated now as I saw Avril's cheeks move as she slid her tongue forward into Mandy's mouth. The last bit of her resistance kicked in for a moment as her body grew tense and stiff, but within a moment or two she seemed completely calm with what was going on, returning the French kiss slowly with her own tongue.

They stood there like that for a few minutes, making out, the only sound coming from their gasps and heavy breathing through their noses. Watching them was turning me on quite a bit, though like Mandy I didn't consider myself a lesbian. Subconsciously, I began to press the slightly ajar door between my legs, enjoying the wonderful tension and pressure it brought to my growing arousal at watching these two teens make out in front of me. 

Avril seemed to want things to go much faster than they were, because without even breaking the kiss, she hunched over slightly and pulled her shirt up over her back and chest, the flimsy t-shirt hanging around her neck. From my vantage point I couldn't make out all of her body, but it was clear to see that Avril hadn't been wearing a bra, her pale white skin and milky breasts coated with a light sheen of sweat from her performance and her experience now with Mandy. 

Mandy seemed to hesitate as Avril moved her hands up to the teenager's breasts, groping them with her small hands beneath the fabric of her blouse. Avril folded her arms against her own breasts as she pushed her weight against Mandy, sending them both backwards towards the far wall, Avril pinning Mandy down. Gently taking her arms from Mandy's side, Avril lifted them over the girls head and held them there with one hand while she used the other to remove the shirt from her dangling neck. 

I had come recently to enjoy Lavinge's music but hadn't thought her that sexy until I could now see her shapely hourglass figure showing itself in the form of her naked torso. Her smooth, pale skin had soft curves and her medium sized breats jutted proudly from her chest, her nipples a rich rose color. Watching Avril play the dominant girl and Mandy the submissive was really getting me hot now and I felt my hand moving down between my legs to stroke my pussy through the fabric of my dress, my heated skin from the drugs and shower like a fiery cauldron beneath my legs.

Lifting her head away from Mandy, Avril seemed to study her as she held her hands pinned over her head. Mandy was watching her intently, her narrow chest rising and falling with excitement as she gasped at the way Avril's eyes hungrily devoured her. Using her free hand, Avril now freely caressed and stroked Mandy's body, sliding her hand into the front of the girls tight jeans, wiggling a few fingers down into her pussy. Mandy groaned and squeaked a little bit at Avril's touch, but as Avril released Mandy's hands to use her now free hand on stroking Mandy's cute dimpled cheeks, Mandy's arms stayed against the wall as if held by magnets.

Avril pulled her hand out from between Mandy's jeans and quickly unbuttoned the girls blouse from the bottom up, taking her time to savor the tanned skin that was revealed more and more with each unclasping. As the blouse came free of it's last button, Avril pushed it back on Mandy's shoulders, exposing her firm breasts in just a simple white bra, her chest rising and tingling excitedly as she seemed to twitch at each of Avril's caresses. Her hands squeezing Mandy's breasts through the bra, Avril pushed it down slightly to expose Mandy's pink nipples over the white garment. Mandy squealed slightly as Avril pinched her nipples, playing with the hardening nubs between her thumb and forefinger.

The bra must have been uncomfortable on Mandy during this, as she proceeded to finally lower her arms down and undo the clasp behind her back, shaking off both the bra and the blouse to leave both girls now topless in the room. Avril leaned in and kissed Mandy softly now, kissing her lips and then her cheek as her tongue slid down the girl's neck and chest to her navel. Avril darted her tongue in and out of Mandy's belly button, her saliva glistening in the light of the room as she squatted down in front of Mandy. 

Undoing the button on Mandy's jeans, Avril then unzipped the girls tight hip hugging jeans and wiggled them down her hips, snagging her panties as she pulled downward, finally getting them past her thighs as they fell below her knees and on top of her ankles and tennis shoes.

Avril moved her hand to Mandy's bush (blonde, like her natural hair I could see) and licked around the girl's young sex, tasting her outer lips as she moistened her opening for the soon to come penetration of Avril's tongue. I was surprised that Avril seemed so masterful in the movements of her mouth, but I suppose that all those long hours on a tour bus had inevitably led to some "exploring" of her closest female friends. Sliding a finger along the top of Mandy's slit, Avril pushed it in gently as Mandy gasped, her cute ass now pressed against the wall as she parted her legs slightly to give Avril better access. Mandy stared down at Avril, her mouth slightly agape as she panted over the girls kisses and caresses of her pussy.

Gently and with loving delicacy, Avril removed her finger from Mandy's now glistening lips and used her thumbs to part the girl's inner lips slightly, the pink flesh of her cunt opening up like a flower to Avril's waiting mouth. I could Avril grin for a moment before she lunged onto Mandy's snatch, burying her entire mouth over it. Mandy cried out in a guttural moan as Avril licked her, her tongue sliding easily into the VJ's pussy as she lapped inside of her cunt, tasting her juices. Mandy stroked the top of Avril's head as she was held pinned to the wall, her other arm caressing her young breasts with her fingers. 

Avril shook her head violently back and forth, her nose now jammed into Mandy's firm tummy as the Canadian singer sucked lewdly on Mandy's pussy, eating her out with gusto. She lifted her head away for just a moment, long enough to wet her finger with her own mouth before pushing it back into the girl's snatch, her tongue quickly following. Mandy leaned her head back against the wall, savoring this new and alien experience as Avril worked towards bringing her to orgasm.

From my vantage point, I could see some of Mandy's juices trickling down her legs, sliding along her calves as Avril changed her position so that Mandy's pussy was right above her mouth. Grasping onto Mandy's leg with one hand, Avril licked her tongue upward as she tasted this stream of female juices that were now coming fluidly, the young girl obviously excited by her first lesbian experience. Avril's own breasts were now jutting from her chest, her nipples hard in the air of the room as sweat began to form on her chest, her long brown hair swaying back and forth against the back of Mandy's legs as she lapped at her pussy like a cat tasting milk.

My fingers worked busily in my own cunt now, pressing the front of my dress into my pussy as I shoved two fingers at a time in and out, working towards an orgasm of my own. Watching this scene was incredibly arousing, not just because both girls were incredibly beautiful, but because their young, fresh bodies and obvious desire for more sexual release than their years had given them was enough to turn just about anyone on. As my fingers plunged in and out of my now dripping cunt, I could feel inside of me a growing desire to touch and be touched by the female flesh. I knew in the back of my mind that something was changing in me, something that was opening up my sexuality in ways that I never would have imagined. Was I becoming a lesbian, or was I just growing addicted to sex of any kind? Stroking my clit with my thumb, at that particular moment, I really didn't care.

Mandy's back was bumping against the wall as her body was rocking in waves, her chest jutting out then falling back as her hips would thrust forward - she moved like a dancer, like a belly dancer, her body overcome by the attention it was getting. 

Avril had moved her mouth away from Mandy's lips now, focusing instead on working three fingers in and out of the girl's snatch as she sat staring up underneath her, a sly grin on her face as she licked Mandy's legs for any errant juices. Mandy let out a low moan, a continuous one, as her eyes closed and her cute face screwed up in a look of pleasure, her breath coming rapidly as she squeezed and pinched her nipples and breasts.

"Avril...I'm...I'm....I'm...coommmminnngggaarrggghhhhhhhh!" Mandy cried out, her whole body shaking as she hit her orgasm. Avril moved quickly, shoving her mouth over Mandy's snatch as the girl bucked and grinded against the wall, Avril's hand wrapped around her knee the only thing to keep Mandy from probably toppling over in orgasmic bliss. Mandy pressed her palms against the wall as she grinded her pussy into Avril's lips one last time before slowly sliding down the wall and collapsing on her ass on the floor. Avril, moving like a cat, laid down in front of her, propping her head up with one arm while she stroked her breasts with the other.

As Mandy opened her eyes, I could see the gleam of arousal and satisfaction in her face, her breath still coming rapidly as she relaxed from her orgasm. Avril sat up and leaned her head against Mandy's, their foreheads almost touching.

"I told you that I would make you feel good, didn't I?" Avril whispered. Mandy nodded and smiled at Avril in an exhausted state, the two young girls staring at each other with a look of love. Avril pressed her head against Mandy's and her lips to the young girl's trembling ones, giving her a deep, soul searching kiss.

Mandy broke the kiss a few seconds later, giggling.

"I can taste...me...on your lips..." she said, still giggling to herself.

"You like the way you taste?" Avril asked, grinning.

"Uh-huh," Mandy said, putting her arms around Avril's naked shoulders and pulling her close to her again. Avril didn't seem to mind Mandy taking the lead for once and I watched them make out for a moment, my own orgasm just seconds away from hitting. 

What I saw next though, triggered it. Mandy again broke the kiss, but then stuck her tiny tongue out, leaning into Avril's face. For a moment, I thought they were simply making out again, but then I saw that Mandy was actually licking her own juice off from around Avril's mouth and cheeks, the two flustered girls sharing Mandy's own flavor. This was just too much for me and I shuddered violently, my hand becoming doused in my own cum as I had to step away from the door and bite my lip tightly to keep from screaming in pleasure. I trembled as I slowly slid my hand out from between my legs, staring at the wet fluid on my finger tips. Looking at it for a moment, I slowly pushed my fingers towards my own lips, wanting to taste myself as Mandy had done for her. The flavor was sweet and spicy at the same time and not at all unpleasant as I licked the last drops of my own cum free from my hand. Wiping my saliva on a nearby towel, I stepped slowly back to the crack in the door and peered out.

The girls had moved out of my line of sight, but I could still hear them. It sounded like they were by the couch, sitting there talking. I couldn't make out everything they were saying due to the distance, so I opened the door slightly, catching it right before it began to creak.

"Avril, your tongue was amazing. Have you...I mean are you a...have you done that much before?"

"I have fooled around with girls before but none as pretty as you Mandy,"

I heard Mandy giggle.

"Do you mind if I...you know, pay you back for how you made me feel? I want to try that, you've got me hooked!"

"Of course Mandy, I don't mind at all,"

I heard them making out again for a few moments before the smacking of their lips stopped.

"Ok, well let me go grab us some towels and I'll be right back,"

I heard footsteps in the room and I froze - she was coming in here!




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 05



Better late than never. Probably goes without saying now that the series is very far along and those who haven't read up to this point should probably just skip to the sex parts (though I hate that you would). For those who have read from the beginning...enjoy, because the plot twists and turns are going to just keep on coming. Feedback and suggestions always welcome. _______________________________ 

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Fuckin & fightin, it's all the same - Sublime

KATHERINE'S STORY:

Taking the stairs two at a time, I hurried out of the hotel down the emergency stairwell just at the end of the hall. My mind was a jumbled blur as I went over what had happened: the Rose Petals had been arrested, thanks to my timely placed call to Charlie and his friends in the Las Vegas Police Department. But things hadn't gone as well as I thought, for Eliza Dushku had not only managed to avoid being picked up by the cops, but I was almost 100% sure she saw me at the end of the hall, out of harm's way.


My hands shook as I gripped onto the cold metal of the hand rail, going down the stairs rapidly. If Eliza really did see me, and in my mind I knew she had, what would happen? Certainly the fact that I darted away before she could even think to come after me and question me looked suspicious, but already I was trying to calculate an alibi. I had told the girl's at Jessica Biel's initiation that I was stepping out to get some ice, but would any of them, especially Eliza, believe that? They weren't stupid, but then again I doubted that they would have expected me to just walk up to the cops, arms extended to be led away.

I paused on a landing of one of the floors for a moment to catch my breath, the blood pumping through my ears. Listening, I could have sworn I heard some one up above me on the floors that I had just descended, they too taking the steps very quickly. Even hesitating for a moment was a big risk, but now that I had stopped, I could not hear a single noise in the stairwell, save for the hum of the track lighting over head. Gathering up more momentum (the adrenaline in my body was going too fast now to make me really notice the growing pain in my legs from rocketing down the stairs in high heels), I continued down ward, each step just like the rest as I went down.

Finally reaching the ground floor, my face soaked with sweat, I paused by the exit and opened it slowly, peaking out. The lobby of the hotel was full of guests and gamblers, all going about their business. Even at 11 at night, the place was hopping, thanks I'm sure in no part to the lack of clocks anywhere in the building. Stepping out slowly, I shut the heavy metal door behind me as quietly as possible, and straightened my dress and hair as best as I could, walking slowly outward towards the exit. I kept a slight smile on my face so that people wouldn't notice the sheer panic that was bubbling inside me. Moving slowly, I scanned the lobby for Eliza. It was hard to make out a single person, even one as strikingly attractive as her, for people moved like ants around the lobby, coming and going in all shapes and forms possible.

I let out a slight sigh of relief as I reached the revolving exit door and stepped out into the Vegas night.

I began to walk more quickly now, immersing myself with the crowd as I continued on, trying to seem like one of the pedestrians by mingling with an eclectic group of drag queens in front of me, their conversation like cat howls as they gossiped and joked with one another, their deep voices and obvious sign of what really lay beneath their fancy dresses.

A few blocks past the Mirage, I spotted a pay phone, shrouded slightly from the garish glow of the Strip. I had left my purse and everything else in the hotel room when I left, so my call to Alex would have to be a collect one.

Picking up the receiver, I scanned around me nervously again, the mixture of faces a blur as they moved past me, cars honking along the busy street as I cupped the mouth piece and dialed the operator. I waited patiently, shifting my weight from one foot to the other as I watched the people once more, waiting on Alex to accept the charges.

"Hello?" his voice said, a familiar life raft in the storm that was raging inside me.

"Alex! It's Katherine!" I said into the phone, ducking my head into the terminal.

"Katherine? What's wrong? Did everything go alright?"

"Yes, I mean no, I mean...sort of. The Rose Petals were arrested by the LVPD just a few minutes ago. They took Tara Reid, Kate Hudson, Jessica Biel and Jamie Pressley," I said to him.

"That's great then. What's the problem, why do you sound so upset?"

"They didn't get Eliza,"

There was a pause on the other end. "Shit."

"It gets worse. I made my exit like I had planned, waiting and watching as they were led out of the room in cuffs. But after the last cop had walked out of the room, I saw Eliza at the other end of the hall,"

"Did she see you?"

"Yes, I think so,"

Alex sighed loudly into the phone. "Fuck. Then she probably knows something is going on, especially since you weren't taken away. Did she say anything to you?"

"No. She saw me and we made eye contact for a few seconds and then she bolted before the cops could see either one of us. I left the hotel as fast as I could and here I am calling you,"

"Do you think she suspects you of something?"

"How could she not?" I replied, my voice tense. "It did look a little odd,"

Another pause.

"Alright, well let's assume she saw you. That means that, with her free, Vegas isn't a good place for you to be right now. If she isn't looking for you herself, then certainly someone will be in no time,"

"Right, and that's what I'm afraid of. Oh Alex, I wish you had come with me! I'm scared out of my mind!"

"Calm down Katherine, it's going to be alright," he said, trying to reassure me. "Where are you now?"

"I'm at a payphone on the street, a few blocks from the Mirage,"

"That's probably not the best place to be right now,"

"I know that Alex," I hissed into the phone "But I had to call you, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did. Calm down Katherine, let's think this thing out. You need to get out of view of anyone who might be looking for you. A hotel or driving back tonight would probably be your best bet,"

"I don't have my purse. I had to leave it in the room,"

"Shit. Alright, well look. Here's what you do: find yourself a Western Union. That shouldn't be hard in a town like Vegas. Find one as far away from the Strip and the Mirage as possible and then call me. Tell me where you are at, and I'll wire you some money right away. Then, once you get the money, take a cab and find a hotel - nothing fancy or expensive, but not in the ghetto either. That might be the first the place they look. Pay for your room in cash, under a fake name, and hole up there. Once you get into the room, lock the doors and call me. When I know you are safe, I'll leave right away and probably be there first thing in the morning to come get you. Don't open the door or answer the phone for any reason, alright? I'll knock four times on your door to let you know that I'm there, and only then should you answer the phone. You got all that?"

I sighed. "Yes, I think so. This entire thing is nerve racking Alex. I'm used to people wanting me for my celebrity and appearance and all that, but never like this,"

"It's going to be fine Katherine, I'll be there as soon as I can. Just get to the Western Union as fast as you can and call me. You need to get off the street," he said.

"I will Alex. But please hurry,"

"I'll be there as soon as I can Katherine. We can talk more about this when I get there. Right now, you need to get going, alright?"

"Yes, ok. Bye Alex,"

"Bye Katherine. I'll be waiting by the phone for you to call,"

ELIZA'S STORY:

Leaning against the frame of the wall, I listened for the cops to leave. As soon as I heard their heavy footfalls fading away, I looked around the corner again for Heigl. She was gone. This was not a good sign, and certainly didn't do much to convince me about her role in what I had just witnessed.

Why the fuck was she just standing there, letting her sisters get taken away? Something wasn't right here, I just knew it. And now that she had run away, rather than wait and try to talk to me? Yeah, the bitch was certainly up to something.

But she could be dealt with later. My head was throbbing already from the headache this ordeal was sure to cause. Part of me wished that Salma or Hapsboro were here right now to help me deal with this, but the inevitable call to them would have to do. Walking out into the hall, I passed by the suite with the yellow police tape over the door. Scanning the hall to make sure I was alone, I ducked inside the suite quickly, careful to move as quietly as possible.

On one of the tables, I saw the residue of some coke. So, that's why they had busted the girls. I knew that our contacts in Vegas wouldn't just go looking to stir up trouble, so something had let them know that the drugs were in here. Or perhaps more fittingly, someone. Walking around the room quickly, my eyes scanning over everything, the place had pretty much been demolished from the ensuing carnage of the girl's arrest. Chairs were knocked over, pillows were strewn about the floor and someone had left the television on. 

Making sure not to touch anything, I approached one of the bedrooms. The bedspread on the queen sized bed was rumpled and, as I ran my hand over it, still warm. The faint smell of sex was still present on the air and from all indications, it looks like I had missed out on some pre-initiation fun. I turned to leave the room when something caught my eye: a purse.

Moving towards it, I stopped for a second to make sure the cops weren't coming back. Then, picking it up from it's resting place on the chair, I opened it up. Inside was a cell phone and a wallet, plus a key ring full of keys. Opening the wallet, I hit pay dirt: it was Katherine Heigl's. Whatever had made her leave the room had been important enough for her to leave incriminating evidence behind. Her mediocre driver's license photo smiled up at me as I closed the wallet and put it back into the purse. Stepping over a discarded bottle of champagne, I walked towards the exit of the room and, ducking again underneath the police tape, I left the suite with Katherine's purse in tow.

Heading towards the elevator, I waited patiently for the ding and then stepped in, the doors closing in front of me as I leaned back against the wall. So as not to arouse suspicion (with the cops in the building, I knew the hotel's security would be watching the elevators and the guests like hawks), I casually opened the wallet and took out the cell phone.

Pushing one of the arrows, I looked at the last two numbers dialed. One was just a set of numbers from an LA area code and didn't seem to have any special purpose. Punching the arrow down again, the plot continued to thicken. On the small screen, the name ALEX appeared, with a phone number beneath it. Holding the phone in my hand, I almost pushed SEND and dialed the number, curious to see who would pick up. But my judgment got the best of me and I instead hit clear, setting the phone back into the purse as I draped it's thin strap over my shoulder.

The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened, into the chaos of the bottom floor. The cops bursting into the hotel had caused a ruckus that hadn't been there even a few minutes earlier when I arrived, and I knew it best to just make my exit as quickly as possible. Stepping outside, I reached into my own bag and took out my valet ticket, handing it to the pimply kid who stood there gawking at me slightly. With a sneer, he got the hint that I wasn't interested and left to go get my car.

A moment later, he pulled up expertly in front of me and, rounding the hood of the Jaguar, handed me the keys. I gave him a polite smile and climbed into the convertible. The kid shot me a distasteful sneer of his own at the fact that I didn't tip him, but as I pulled out towards the street, waiting on the mess of traffic to clear, I flipped him off and pulled out quickly between two cars, following a few cars ahead the caravan of cop cars headed for the station.

Sitting in traffic, I reached into my purse and pulled out my cell phone. Dialing Gordon's number quickly as I switched lanes, I waited a few rings before his groggy voice picked up.

"Yes?" he mumbled. "Who is it?"

"It's Eliza Gordon. I'm here in Las Vegas and we have a problem," I said to him as I inched through traffic.

"It better be fucking good to call me this late," Hapsboro said bitingly.

"It's not good in the slightest Gordon, that's why I'm calling you. I was at the Mirage tonight, for Jessica Biel's initiation and, well, things went wrong,"

There was a pause on the other end.

"Went wrong how? Jesus Eliza, you fucking actresses and your theatrics..."

"Just shut up and listen Gordon, I'm explaining," I spat back at him.

Telling him what I knew, about how the girls had been arrested and the cops had taken away the drugs with them, and how that Heigl woman had been standing around watching the whole fucking thing like it was a television show.

When I finished, Hapsboro was silent.

"Where are you now?" he said calmly.

"I'm on my way to the jail, where do you think? This is really bad PR Gordon, and not just for the Rose Petals either,"

"I know that. Alright, listen to me. How long till you get there do you think?"

"20, maybe 30 minutes. Traffic is a bitch,"

"Alright, good. When you get to the jail, I should have everything taken care of. I'm going to make some calls. Tell them that you work for Mr. Willis when you get there and they should let you back. Try to calm the girls down, but tell them not to speak to a single person about what happened, only to you. If you have any problems, call me back. I'll tell them to expect you, and speak to you further about this in the morning. Clear?"

"Crystal,"

"Good," Hapsboro said, before hanging up. I set the phone back down in my purse and thought to myself about the whole situation. I wished the Heigl bitch was around right now so that I could pin her down and ask her what the fuck she was doing. But thinking about her more just pissed me off, so I tried to get a level head as the cars in front of me opened up and I got a clear path towards the city jail, the cops a few cars ahead of me.

Pulling into the police station a few minutes later, I waited and watched as the van with the girls pulled around back. Counting off two minutes in my head, I turned my car off and stepped out, walking towards the entrance.

The room had that desert smell in it, the police force obviously not trying to recreate the ambiance of the rest of Vegas. Walking assuredly towards the front desk, I rapped on counter top with my fingers, waiting for the overweight donut muncher to hang up the phone.

"Yes, how can I help you little lady?" he said with a deep Western drawl.

Great, a cowboy. I bit my tongue and tried to remain as professional as possible.

"Wilton Willis sent me," I said.

The cop stared at me blankly for a moment, his brow furrowed as he looked me over in my dress.

"And?"

"And nothing. Go speak to your supervisor, he will tell you what that means,"

"Look lady, I AM the shift supervisor tonight and if you think you can come in here and hassle me then..."

"Fine, look, shut up for a second and listen to me,"

"Did you just tell a police officer to shut up?" the man said, lifting his considerable girth from the chair as he interrupted me, standing up. I remained poised, smiling at him sardonically.

"I'm sorry. Excuse me, officer. Please call your superior and speak to him. He will clear this whole thing up,"

"And why should I do that?"

"Because if you value your job, you'll do it,"

The man, whose name I now read as Chacer on his nametag, scowled at me. An on duty cop entered into the room from behind him, sipping a cup of coffee.

"Hey, Billy, come here and watch this one for a second, I gotta make a call. I wouldn't even be doing this you know miss, if you weren't so damn beautiful,"

"But I am," I retorted with a savageness in my voice. "And you are going to make the call. So please go do it,"

Continuing to shoot me a nasty look, the cop named Billy came over and stood next to Chacer by the desk, setting his coffee cup down as he looked at me warily.

"I'll be back in a second," Chacer said, moving past Billy down the hall and disappearing into an office.

I smiled politely at Billy. He was kind of cute in a rugged sort of way - strong jaw, nice build. If I didn't have more important things on my mind, I knew I would probably flirt with him. But given that I wouldn't even BE here if it wasn't for what happened, the point seemed moot.

We stood there for a few minutes until the heavy breathing sound of Chacer emerged from the hall. He ran his hand through his balding head and flopped down back into his chair, the thin slats of wood groaning under his weight.

"Go on back Ms. Dushku. The guards have already been informed," Chacer said, a tone of defeat in his voice. Billy looked at Chacer with a look of disbelief as I passed by them around the corner, but Chacer simply shrugged and gave Billy an "I know, I know" look.

My heels clicking on the tiled floor, the hallway grew darker as I headed towards the end. Another cop sat in a chair to the left of a barred jail door, reading a sports magazine. He glanced up when I approached and, straightening himself out to look presentable, he cleared his throat.

"You Willis' girl?"

"Yes, I am. Would you open the door please?"

"Yes ma'mm," he said, reaching onto his belt buckle for the keys. Sliding a long one into the slot, he turned it and with an echoing click, the lock opened and he pulled the door back.

"They are in cell 8, last one on your right," the cop said as I walked briskly past him.

Entering the walkway between the cells, I was smart enough not to favor one side or the other as I walked, the cat calls coming from the cells almost deafening as arms and faces pressed through and against the bars, futily trying to grab me. At the end of the hall, I turned to look into the cell, seeing my protégés, lovers and friends looking dejected on the cot, their cell door surprisingly open. The cop at the end of the hall stood with his hands on his hips, watching me, but he didn't say a word.

Jessica Biel and Tara Reid sat huddled next to each other, their heads pressing together. Their clothing looked matted and wrinkled, obviously thrown on in a rush, and their faces were streaked from crying. Kate Hudson sat at the end of the cell bed, her feet kicking back and forth as if she was bored, the straps of her dress hanging off her shoulder. Jamie Pressley meanwhile, leaned in the corner of the cell, her arms across her chest as she watched me enter, her green eyes conveying nothing as I walked in with a smile.

Upon seeing me, Tara and Jessica jumped to their feet, mobbing me in a mass of arms and hair and tears as they babbled into me, relieved at my presence. Kate stood up from the cot and walked over to me, giving me a simple hug as Tara and Jessica continued to talk and make a general noise, their arms hugging my waist tightly.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 05



I turned back to look at the guard.

"Isn't it time for you're break?" I said to him over my shoulder. The guard rolled his eyes, but seemed to agree with me and walked away down the hall.

I wrapped my arms around Jessica and Tara's shoulders and led them back to the cot to sit them down, Kate walking calmly (she was still quite stoned) over to them and sitting down. Only Jamie hadn't moved since I got there, her eyes still seeming to calculate me, to judge me. I ignored her.

"Hey ladies, sorry about all that's happened. Mr. Willis is on top of things though, and this whole thing should be over really soon," I said to them, soothing them like little children as I ran my hand over their hair.

"Eliza, we are SOOOO relieved you got here. This was like totally the most scary thing I have ever been through!" Tara said. "The cops...I don't know how they got in or what but they were so mean!"

"Shh...I know Tara. But it's all going to be over soon. Gordon is working on getting you four out right now, so don't worry. And believe me, this won't end up in the papers, so you can feel at ease about your careers too," I said, telling them exactly what they wanted to hear.

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" Jessica said, leaning into me, her head just inches away from my pussy as the top of her head pressed against me. "Oh Eliza, I didn't know I was going to get in trouble for this!"

"It's ok Jessica, this sort of thing never happens. As soon as you four are out of here, believe me, we will figure out just exactly what went wrong,"

Kate's eyes seemed to light up, as if she was coming out from a prolonged sleep, her lithe body bouncing on the cot.

"Hey, where's Katherine?"

Jessica and Tara looked puzzled for a second, then realized who Kate was talking about. They glanced at each other, then at Kate, then up at me. I tried to reassure them.

"We are figuring that out right now, but I'm afraid that she might have been involved in all this. I can't prove it yet of course, but we are looking into it,"

There was a silence for a moment as the girls took this information in, Jessica's anxiousness causing her to rock back and forth on the cot. Jamie finally spoke, startling us and breaking the silence of the room.

"Where were you tonight Eliza? How do we know YOU weren't involved?" she said bitterly, her eyes locked onto mine as I spun on my heel to look at her.

"What did you say?" I said angrily, stepping away from the girls, Jessica's arm falling away from my waist remorsefully as I turned completely now towards Jamie.

"I said, where were you? Why weren't you brought in here with the rest of us," Jamie said, her voice flat as she spoke, but her eyes saying far far more than words ever could.

I felt anger rising up through me - Jamie and I had never gotten along, and I was against bringing her into the Rose Petals, but Salma's insistence ended up overruling my objections. The clash had undoubtedly come because both she and I were alpha women, both wanting to dominate things. But with the headaches of tonight so far, I was in no mood to put up with her shit. Time to make an example out of her.

I moved closer to her. "You think I was involved in this mess?" I said coldly.

"Well, you certainly weren't cuffed and led away in a squad car, that's for sure," Jamie said with a bitter smirk. "And you were supposed to be with us tonight, right?"

I turned my head back to look at the other three girls. They were huddled together against the far wall of the cot, their arms wrapped around each other as they stared in fear at both Jamie and me. Like little children watching their parents fight, it was clear that they were not going to get involved.

I glared at Jamie. 

"How dare you say that I had something to do with this. If it wasn't for me, you would be spending your entire fucking night here in jail, your career in jeopardy and your future flushed down the toilet," I spat back at her.

"All I know is that you were supposed to be in the room. You weren't. You were in charge of the initiation, and yet you weren't there. And when the cops busted in, their to arrest us because someone tipped them off about the drugs and the sex, you were nowhere to be found,"

"I just got there when you were being led out. I would have stopped them but then they would have arrested me to," I said, maintaining the last bit of patience possible in my voice.

"Whatever," Jamie replied, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she looked away from me in disgust. I had had enough.

"Look bitch, you need to learn you're place. When the Mistress isn't here, you answer to me. Got that?" I said, now just an inch or so from her face.

Jamie laughed at me. "Mistress...God, I had forgotten about all the stupid little title and rules of this organization. How everything is so proper and mysterious. Mistress, that's rich,"

"I'm tired of your lip Jamie. It's time you learned where you stand in the grand scheme of things," I said to her, my blood now boiling with anger.

"Ooo, what are you going to do Eliza? Take away my dildo?"

I couldn't take it any more. Rearing my hand back, I slapped Jamie viciously across the face, my hand leaving a red mark on her cheek almost instantly as she recoiled back in pain. I heard the other girls gasp behind me, but I didn't care. My adrenaline was pumping far too hard right now to be bothered with what the weaker girls thought.

Jamie turned her face back to me as her head snapped back. She had a snarl on her face - not one of contempt or even simple anger but rage. Pure and simple rage. For a moment, I hesitated in my anger, realizing for just a split second that Jamie was taller than me and that she had an advantage by being against the wall. This proved to be a costly mistake, for not even a second later, she lunged at me, shoving me backwards with her arms as I lost my footing and stumbled back against the jail cell door, the thick metal slamming into my back.

Recoiling in pain, it didn't take Jamie more than a moment to be on me again.

"Bitch? I'll show you a bitch!" she said, grabbing me by the hair and slinging me towards the bed and the other girls. I managed to catch myself before I hit, collapsing rather than slamming down onto it, my arms unsteady as I bent over it. Things seemed to be moving in slow motion now, for as I stood up from the bed, straightening myself, I was better prepared for Jamie as she threw an actual punch at me. Ducking it, I ran forward slightly and hit her in the stomach with my shoulder, driving her back against the cell wall.

Reaching down, she savagely grabbed my hair and lifted me up as she pulled my head away from her stomach, where I had been busy landing as many scratches and punches as possible on her. Tilting my head up, Jamie spit at me, her saliva hitting my cheek as I spun away from her, freeing my hair despite the pain. Spinning back, I pressed myself against her towards the wall, trying to get her arms over her head to immobilize her. But Jamie was a bit quicker and saw my tactic, instead reaching out her arm and pulling my dress down as she grabbed my breast firmly in her hand and twisted it slightly, causing me immediate pain.

Instinctively, my knee shot up and caught her in the stomach as she now placed both hands on my breasts and held onto them tightly, twisting them as I fought back the tears of pain she was causing me. The blow to her stomach caused Jamie to double over slightly and as I leaned hard against her, my weight finally pinning her to the wall as her hands held onto my tits as my dress sagged beneath them, I used my leg to part Jamie's legs. Through the material of her green dress, I quickly placed my hand over her cunt and pushed my fingers in hard, working them into her dry slit and causing her to cry out in pain and surprise.

My fingers buried in her and her hands on my breasts, we each inflicted pain on each other for a few more moments. I stared at Jamie and she stared right back as we reached a stalemate, neither one of us knowing what the other one would do. The decision was made for us a moment later however, as two cops burst in through the far jail door and ran down to our cell. Within a moment, they were on me, yanking me off hard as Jamie's fingers got the last word, clawing my breasts painfully as I was pulled off of her.

"Hey, woah ladies, stop that! Calm down!" the guards were yelling at us, one of the bigger ones holding my arms pinned behind my back as I struggled instinctively to get free. I finally stopped a minute or so later, catching my breath as Jamie looked at me over the shoulder of the cop, smirking.

"You two going to rip each other's throats out if we let you go, or no?" the one holding me said.

"No, we are fine officer," Jamie said smartly. "Isn't that right Eliza?"

I lunged at her again, but grunted "Yes" as the cop let go of my arms. Looking down at my breasts, I saw the red marks from Jamie's nails left distinct lines down them. Fixing my top, I turned my attention to the two cops.

"You ladies made bail. But don't think we won't just pick you up again if you decide to continue this outside," the big cop said.

"We won't officer, thank you," Jamie said again, playing the coy and innocent girl just to piss me off.

"Alright, well you are free to go,"

I made a motion to leave right after Jamie as she walked out the cell door, but the cop next to me put his meaty hand on my shoulder.

"Wait," he said in a nonplussed voice.

I waited, despite my instincts wanting to just lunge at Jamie and rip her clothes off right there, throwing her in with some of the other prisoners, as she left the cell, the other girls walking quickly behind her, their eyes not even looking at me.

The cop lifted his hand as Jamie made her way out of the hallway, the prisoners now yelling even louder than before at the parade of beautiful young women walking past their cells. I stepped out of the cell, shrugging the cop off as I followed them out. 


Exiting the building, I was escorted the entire way, my exit slowed purposefully by the cops. It was a good thing in hindsight, because it gave me a few extra moments to calm down. At least until I got outside that is.

I opened the door to see Jessica climbing into a cab out front, her long legs disappearing inside as the girls crunched together in the back seat. Jamie was walking over to the front passenger door but looked up at me as I stood on the steps.

"Oh, don't worry about the girls Eliza, I'll take them to a good safe place for the night. Maybe you should do the same thing. You're chest looks a little red," Jamie said with a mocking laugh as I rushed down the steps towards her. Jamie paused outside the cab long enough to blow me a kiss with her hand before shutting the door quickly and telling the cab to go, it's wheels speeding away as I just reached it on the curb.

I watched them drive off, but strangely felt calm as they vanished into traffic. The loss of face in front of the girls was bad, no doubt, but there were more important things to deal with. Jamie could be taught a lesson - and would be taught one - later on. But right now, I had to figure out with the help of Hapsboro what exactly had happened to get them arrested in the first place.

That meant making a few calls and bribing a few people, but that didn't seem hard. Glancing down at my watch, I saw that it was late now - almost 2 in the morning. Better to deal with it tomorrow, I thought to myself as I walked to my car. Besides, I needed to go home and relax and I knew just the person to help me do that.

KATHERINE'S STORY:

I walked into the grimy Western Union office about 10 blocks or so from the Strip. The place had certainly seen better days - the man behind the desk was behind a smudged and dirty looking bullet proof glass window and the lobby itself was in complete disrepair, smelling of homeless people and the cheap cologne of penniless gamblers, anxious to call home and get more to feed their addiction. A ceiling fan turned slowly above me, despite the cool weather of the desert outside.

I walked up to the window of the man behind the glass. He was a heavy set Arab man, leafing through a tattered and worn porno mag. He glanced up over it when he saw me. He sighed audibly and rocked back down onto his chair, setting the dirty magazine side to look at me from behind the even dirtier glass.

"Yes?"

"Someone is going to be wiring me some money at this location, as soon as I find out which one it is," I said to him, my voice a little rushed.

"Alright, we are number 4252149. Is that all you need?" he said, his voice thick with accent and his eyes flicking back and forth from me to his magazine. I was obviously interrupting something important, though I shuddered to think of actually seeing him in the act. 

"Can I use your phone?"

He again sighed, this time more of a grunt behind it for emphasis. He yawned and pointed to a sign up on the glass. As I read it, he recited it word for word.

"WESTERN UNION IS A WIRE SERVICE. COMPANY POLICY DICTATES THAT WE NOT ALLOW CUSTOMERS TO USE IN STORE PHONES BECAUSE OF THE CHARGES THEY MAY INCUR. PLEASE CONSULT OUR FRIENDLY STAFF FOR ASSISTANCE IN REACHING YOUR REQUESTED PARTIES ON YOUR OWN," he said, his voice droll as he finished reading it verbatim.

"There's a phone in the corner if you are calling collect or have change, but if not then there isn't much I can do to help you," 

I looked at the sign, to him, then over my shoulder at the slimy looking beat up payphone in the corner. The walls around it were scuffed and dented, obviously from people slamming the receiver against it in frustration. I sighed as I walked over to it, picking up the receiver and wiping it off on my dress before dialing Alex.

The phone didn't even get through one full ring before he picked up.

"Katherine?"

"Yes Alex, it's me. Ok, I'm at Western Union. The store location is 4252149, here in Las Vegas. Now what do I do?"

"..149. Ok, got it. I will go down and wire you the money, there is a place about 15 minutes from here. Once it gets to you, take it and find a hotel and then call me. It's really damn late right now and I think I'm going to wait until closer to sun up to leave. I don't want to get lost in the desert, trying to drive at night. Are you ok with that? I mean, once you get in the hotel and all?" Alex asked.

"I think so. I'm not as nervous as I was, now that I've talked to you. But please...get here as soon as you can,"

"I will. Ok, I'm heading out the door now. Shouldn't be more than 30 minutes or so before the money gets to you," he said.

"Ok. Bye again Alex, I'll call you soon,"

"Bye Katherine. And remember, be careful,"

I hung up the phone and turned back towards the front window. The man was already absorbed in the porno again, his eyes wide and buggy as he studied the photos. I walked over to the window, but stopped a few feet short.

"My friend is going to wire me in the money in 30 minutes. Is it alright if I wait here?"

"Whatever," he said, not looking up but simply shrugging his shoulders.

I nodded and walked over near the payphone, to take a seat on an ancient looking wooden bench against the wall. There was an old, yellow stack of newspapers sitting on the dusty floor near the bench, but I decided not to bother with them. My face in my palms, I sat down on the bench with a creak and tried to calm down and relax.

I must have dozed off, because I was startled awake by the loud beeping of the wire machine behind the glass going off. The Arab guy was standing up, his considerable gut hanging over a pair of faded khaki pants as he handled the papers. He looked over at me and his eyes gave me the impression that this was indeed the money I was waiting for.

"Are you a Ms. Katherine Heigl?" he asked as I walked up to the window.

"Yes, I am,"

"Have an ID?"

I suddenly felt my heart jump in my throat as I realized that I didn't.

"I...I don't have it on me. See, I lost my purse and that's why..."

"Sorry, but unless you can prove who you say you are, I can't give you this money,"

I looked at him blankly for a second, trying to come to grips with what this meant. Without my ID, I was practically powerless. Suddenly, an idea dawned on me.

"Hang on just a second. You just need a photo ID right?"

"Yep," he said. I turned away and walked over to the bench, now rifling through the newspapers and the stack of magazines beneath. Working quickly, I pulled out what I wanted: an old copy of People from a few years back. It was a godsend that it was there, now I just hoped that what I had in mind would actually work.

Going over to the window, I flipped through it quickly. I knew I was in here somewhere...

"Ah! See, that's me!" I said to him, thrusting the magazine against the glass. He leaned in close to look at it. It was a picture of me from a premiere right around the time "Roswell" was still on the air. My hair was pulled back like I had it now and as he looked at it, I put on my best Hollywood smile, trying to match it up.

The man glanced from the magazine to me as I slid it down and handed it to him through the small hole in the glass. He took it in his hands and studied it once more. I stood there like a statue, posed in as close a way as possible to the photo in the magazine. Finally, he set it down and slid some papers back through the hole towards me.

"Whatever, close enough. Sign these," he said.

I signed the papers eagerly and handed them back to him in the hole. He waddled over a nearby safe and entered a code, taking out a stack of cash. All told, Alex had wired me $1000. Sliding it through the hole, he said in a bored voice: "Thank you for using Western Union, the fastest way to send money worldwide".

I smiled at him and walked out of the musty place, out into the quickly dropping temperatures of the desert and the somewhat more quiet streets of Las Vegas.

Hailing a cab, I took it over a few more blocks, having the driver drive around until I found a modest enough looking hotel. Tipping him, I stepped out of the cab and went inside. The hotel was small by Vegas standards, probably an 8 or 10 story building with balconies on the front of each room, looking out onto the city outside.

Far less time consuming was the process of actually renting the room. The place was quiet and the man behind the desk seemed a little too perked up by coffee to do things slowly. By this point however, I didn't really care. I was feeling exhausted from the whole day and was glad to know that it was soon to be over, that I would be safe in just a few minutes.

I took my room key and took the elevator to the top floor, where the room I rented under the name of "Isabel Evans", my character on "Roswell". Opening it, the pleasant cool air of a newly arrived in hotel room washing over me. I turned on the lights of the room and then locked the door with the deadbolt and chain and sat down on the bed, dialing Alex's number.

He again picked it up on the first ring and the conversation was much shorter this time, both of us I think exhausted from the day.

"I'm at the Desert Jewel, room 5616 on the top floor," I said to him as I kicked off my heels, my feet aching.

"Ok. I'll figure out directions on getting there, pack a few things and then leave. Hopefully I can get there by 6 or 7, depending on traffic and all that. Are you sure you are ok Katherine?"

"Yes, I'm fine, just very tired. Be careful driving here. If you see anyone following you, don't come here. I will find you later on today, alright?"

"Ok Katherine. Try to get some sleep. I'll knock three times when I'm at your door, so you know it's me," Alex said.

"Bye Alex. See you soon,"

PETTY'S STORY:

The first single from my album was now playing in heavy rotation on many Top 40 stations, thanks in large part to Antamount paying the hefty promoters fees to get me a lot of airplay. They seemed to be putting their full backing behind me, which I felt oddly guilty about given that my first single, "A Lonely Love", was hardly the strongest song on the album. I had argued with them about this, but the top brass I was dealing with (unfortunately not Mr. Willis, but instead one of his lackeys) would have none of it.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 05



So now, back in Los Angeles shooting the video for the song, I felt strange about the entire thing. So far, in less than a month and a half, I had went from playing coffee shops to being on TRL and finishing my album. The critic reviews were mixed, Antamount buying enough good press to make people curious about it, though some critics were hardly swayed and instead focused on the belief that only two or three of the 14 tracks I had laid down were actually any good.

I really didn't care though. I was loving the life, even though it was moving at a breakneck speed. Every night it seemed I was on the guest list for parties, hooking up with various stars of both the music industry and film to dance and drink and snort the night away.

Oh yeah, I guess I should mention that. Since receiving that package of coke from Antamount, I had wrestled with myself about what to do with it. Part of me was tempted to just chunk it, but the itch in my mind, which seemed to scream out whenever I thought about the drug, even now as I'm telling you this, told me not to. So, I had partaken a bit from the pile, doing a few lines during the day. You know, something to get me going before I went out to a party and then something to calm me down before I went to sleep. The high that the cocaine brought me, along with the mellow feeling of pot (if you thought cocaine was pervasive in Hollywood, you should try to imagine the quality and quantity of marijuana around) kept me in a constant dream like state but, unlike all those anti-drug ads you saw, I was still able to function totally fine. So what if I did a few bumps every now and then, before a performance or right before the encore? It was hardly a habit and was something I knew that I could leave behind if things got rough. 

It felt great to be back in LA. I didn't really care much for New York, not so much because of the city itself but because of the still-around sort of hug that seemed to greet visitors following the whole terrorist attack thing. Most New Yorkers were pretty cool about it, even the top executives and music people, but sometimes when something would air on TV or someone would mention something in the news, they would all get this sort of vacant stare, looking off and thinking wistfully about it. Being a West Coast girl now, the entire effect was kind of creepy. Sure, I had my cocaine but at least I wasn't stuck in the past.

Sitting outside my trailer on a little folding chair, I shivered in the cool air of the early morning. The idea for the video was to have me standing in the surf of the beach, playing guitar as the waves crashed over me. For the full on symbolic effect, they were going to super impose a lighthouse behind me and some stock film footage to coincide with the song. That part hadn't been shot yet - today it was all about making the most of the daylight and getting the wave shots in. The surf was pretty strong and the director, Jonah something or other, wanted to make sure the waves were at their strongest when they filmed me. Reaching into my bag next to me, I fished around in it looking for my smokes. That was another thing I had guiltily picked up over this period. Where as before I had just had a smoke after sex with Alex, now I was full on hooked, not because I really wanted to be but because smoking was a great way to pass the time on set or before a show or whatever. The nicotine was rich and it gave my lungs a pleasant tickle that I knew was completely unhealthy but still enjoyable nevertheless.

Lighting the cigarette, I inhaled deeply as I leaned back in the chair, listening to the waves and the sounds of the crew getting set up. A few minutes passed and I became lost in my thoughts, thinking about some upcoming shows - I wasn't headlining yet, but Antamount kept telling me it was only a matter of time - when I heard some commotion at the edge of the set. Leaning forward, I listened to try and pick up what the voices were saying, but I couldn't quite make them out. 

Standing up, I walked over towards the edge of where the set had been made and saw a group of people, many of which were from my set but quite a few faces I didn't recognize. Huddled towards the back, surrounded by 6 or 7 people was someone I couldn't make out, their small blonde head the only thing visible. Getting closer, I could hear what was now a heated discussion taking place.

"Look, we reserved this beach for the day. I'm sorry if it interferes with your plans, but we aren't leaving any time soon so just find somewhere else to shoot," one of the assistants said to an impatient woman wearing a sleeveless white blouse and a pair of dark designer sunglasses. She sighed heavily.

"I don't care what you did. We booked this spot months ago and we have a right to it. This is a private beach, don't make me call the owner," the woman snapped, now getting in the face of the assistant. Other members of my video's crew stepped up around him, in a symbolic gesture to back him up.

"How could you have reserved this months ago? She just told the press a little while back that she was taking a hiatus! Or was all this planned ahead of time and you have been lying to the media?" one of the camera men spat back at her. She didn't even flinch.

"I've had enough of this. I'm going to call the owner AND the police and get them down here to have you removed," she said, turning away.

Moving quickly into the throng of the crowd, I tapped one of the other assistants on the shoulder. He turned to face me.

"What's going on?"

He rolled his eyes. "Miss Teen Queen Britney Spears is claiming that they reserved this spot to shoot a video a while ago. They want us to shut down our production so they can film," he said in that slowly becoming familiar tone of snobby ness of LA entertainment people.

"Well, what are we going to do? Are we going to leave?" I said. I was surprised that Britney Spears was actually here, trying to mess up my video shoot. That would explain then the massive amount of people huddled off away from the confrontation.

"No way. Not unless the cops tell us to or if that bitch just gives up and finds somewhere else to shoot," he said.

The woman in the blouse turned sharply on her heel. "What did you call Britney?"

She stomped over to the man I had been talking to, his face immediately turning red.

"I..uh...what I meant was..."

"He called her a bitch. Which is the truth and you know it," I said to her, stepping up to the plate for the crew.

She glared at me. "Britney is not a bitch. In fact, she is a multi-platinum, multi-talented..."

I cut her off in mid sentence. "Hack. She's a talent less hack,"

This pissed the woman off further. By this time, I noticed that the crew that had been all around me had suddenly disappeared from sight. They had backed up and formed a circle around us, ready and waiting for us to duke it out verbally. I stood my ground, prepared for a vicious argument.

"Excuse me, Ms...what did you say you're name was?"

"Petty,"

"Excuse me PETTY, the girl who is just getting into the business and has zero clout in the world, but Britney is not only far more talented than you will ever be but also more gifted and marketable. If it wasn't for Britney, blonde bitches like you would never have stood a chance in this industry," the woman said with a snarl, her lip curling up in the way of rich Daddy's girls.

I smiled at her forcefully, over emphasizing my grin. "Can she play an instrument?"

This caught her off guard. "What?"

"Can Britney play an instrument. You know, guitar, piano, that sort of thing?"

"Well, what Britney can and can't do is..."

"If she can't play anything," I said, cutting her off again. "Then you certainly can't claim that she is more talented than me, since I can play both,"

The woman fumed, stomping her feet hard into the sand of the beach.

"I've had enough of this. Go about your little shoot. In fact, stand right there. It will allow the cops easier access to arresting you for trespassing," she said to me, reaching into her purse for a cell phone.

The crowd had seemed poised to disperse, the confrontation having passed, when Britney Spears herself walked up towards me. Wearing a white mesh pull over that covered over the bikini she had on underneath, she walked towards us, standing next to the woman in the blouse.

I couldn't resist the chance to get an insult in for all the true music fans out there, the ones who were tired of manufactured pop taking over the airwaves.

"Well, if it isn't the little poser bitch herself," I said to Britney, smiling.

Britney looked at me blankly for a moment, her brow furrowing at my comment. She then reached her arm out to the woman in the blouse and pulled her arm down slowly, moving the phone away from her ear.

"It's ok Susy," Britney said. "Just let it go. We can shoot further down on the beach. I liked that little rocky incline down there any ways that we passed coming in,"

The woman in the blouse, Susy, held the phone by her side, her mouth agape in shock.

"But...but Britney...they are..."

"It's no big deal Susy. Really. I don't care,"

"I know but..."

"Just let it go," Britney said a little more forcefully this time, a look of determination on her face. Susy sighed again.

"Alright, whatever you want,"

"Thank you. Now, why don't you go take the crew down about 1 mile or so from where we came from and start looking for good shots there, alright?" Britney said, her voice taking on the tone of a mother giving her daughter directions.

"Yes Britney," Susy said, turning away from me, a pissed off look on her face.

The crew for my shoot stood around me still, not quite believing what had just happened. Britney now turned to them.

"You wanted this spot, now don't you have some things to do for the shoot?"

As if, again, receiving an order from their mother, the crew disbursed quickly, leaving just Britney and myself standing there, Susy guiding Britney's video crew away while my own scurried around behind me. In spite of myself, I too was shocked by Britney's demeanor.

"Um, thank you Britney," I said, hesitating with each word. It seemed as if she was going to lash out at me any minute. Instead though, she simply smiled that smile that had graced countless millions of CDs.

"Don't mention it. You know, that took a lot of balls to stand up to Susy like that. She takes any attack on me as a personal insult on her. Not many people would do what you did,"

I shrugged. "No offense, but it is the truth,"

Britney smiled at me. "Oh don't worry, I know that. I'm just riding this thing as long as I can. But even without taking Susy into account, I like you for standing up to me. Sometimes I get tired of yes men who just bow to my every whim. It's nice to hear from people who have real opinions every now and then,"

I tried to keep my jaw from falling to the ground. "So then you aren't mad?"

"Na. In fact, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to hang out sometime today? Further down on the beach is a cove inlet sort of thing that is like, pretty private. I'd love to hear your thoughts on my music. Do you mind?" Britney asked. 

"Sure, I guess. What time?" I said, not quite sure what to say. After all, what COULD I say in response to that?

"How's 4 sound for you?"

"Uh, 4's great I guess. I'll just take a break or something,"

"Cool. Well, it's about 2 beach miles down past where ya'll are setup," she said, pointing over my shoulder. "The rocks are a bit slippery so be careful,"

"I take it that you've been there before?"

"Oh yeah, totally. I DO take vacations sometimes you know,"

"Um, right," I said, still not believing that this had happened.

"So see you around four?"

"Sure," I said.

"Great. Talk to you later Petty," Britney said, turning away and walking quickly over to her bodyguards who had stood around and waited for her during this surreal exchange.

"Bye," I whispered to myself, watching her bikini clad ass swish and sway as it walked away.

ALEX'S STORY:

I made Vegas just before the sun rose, having left my apartment around 4:30 or so. The sky was a brilliant mixture of reds, oranges and yellows as it crested over the horizon of the desert. Traffic was light once I got out of LA and then it was just a straight shot out to Vegas, a few lonely travelers making the trip back, many doubtlessly left without much more than memories when leaving Sin City.

Katherine's directions had been dead on, and I managed to find her hotel without too much trouble. I parked at the back of the lot, behind a row of mini-vans and SUVs, hoping my BMW looked somewhat inconspicuous amongst them, especially to the passer by. It wasn't that I was worried that Willis' people would know I was here - they wouldn't, at least I didn't think so. It was that when I left to bring Katherine to my car, THEN they might be out looking for her. We couldn't be too cautious.

Going up the elevator, I knocked three times like I told Katherine. I could hear her race to the door inside but once she got in, she still seemed hesitant to just fling it open. Pulling it open a crack, the chain was on the door as her pretty face peered out to look at me, relief washing over her when she saw that it was indeed me.

I stepped into the room and Katherine said nothing, instead choosing to embrace me tightly, her head wet from a shower against my chest. She still wore the clothes I had seen her leave in, but they looked dirty and stained from the entire hellish night that she had just been through.

Finally she spoke, lifting her chin up to look at me.

"I'm so glad you are here Alex," she whispered, our eyes locking. Even with all the drama having taken place, she looked beautiful in the dim light of the room and I let her know my feelings by planting my lips on hers, her mouth eager to devour my kiss. I held her in my embrace for a few moments, finally parting our lips as I half carried her further into the room. We sat down on the bed.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Yes, I think so. What I want to know though, is what went wrong? I know Eliza saw me but...do you think they picked her up too? That she is out there looking for me?"

"I don't know Katherine, I really don't. Are you sure it was the LVPD that took the rest of them away?"

"Yes,"

"And you didn't see Eliza anywhere when you left?"

"No. Either she got away before they saw her or they picked her up, one or the other. I presumed that she was free though and that's why I started to panic a bit,"

"You had every right to," I said, clutching her hand tightly. "And now you are safe here. We can leave now if you want, head back to LA,"

Katherine stood up suddenly, turning away from me.

"No," she said. "I don't want to leave until I know what exactly is waiting for me back in Los Angeles,"

I didn't say anything for a moment, pondering her request.

"I want to know if they are out there, looking for me," Katherine said again, her voice distant and somewhat cold. She had been through a lot, getting the scare of her life and I suppose some sort of closure was in order.

"Well, you can't just call Eliza up and ask her," I said. "How else do you expect to find out? Listen Katherine, I think we are safe. You are safe. There is no need to get too paranoid right now because once we get in LA, you can lay low,"

She turned on me, her eyes aglow with anger. "And then what? Hide like an animal? No way Alex. I refuse to live the life of a fugitive,"

I sighed, trying to think of something that might help. After a moment or so, an idea dawned on me.

"We could call the police station," I said, watching Katherine's reaction as she stood over me, her hands on her hips, her eyes studying one of those generic paintings on the wall.

I pressed on. "We can call them, and ask if they picked up five girls tonight at a hotel. Tell them that we are reporters for a paper in LA and wanted to know if they really did pick up celebrities tonight on drug charges. If we ask them about five and then they tell us only four then we will know that Eliza wasn't one of them,"

Katherine sat back down again, her eyes filled with a pleading look as she stared at me.

"Do you think that will work Alex? Don't you think it will be a little obvious?"

"I think it will work," I said confidently, though truthfully I was anything but. "They won't know that we aren't who we say we are,"

Katherine bit on her lip for a moment, one of the little gestures she did when she was nervous.

"Ok, we can try it. But you call. I don't want them to know it was me,"

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek for reassurance and then stood up, pulling the phone book out of the bedside table. Leafing through it's worn pages, I found the Las Vegas Police Department's number and marked it with my finger. Katherine reached over and lifted the phone to me, which I placed on the bed beside us. Lifting the receiver, I held it to our ears as I began to dial the numbers.

After two rings, a voice picked up.

"LVPD, Sergeant Wilks speaking,"

"Hi Sergeant, my name is Dave Barrack and I'm calling from the Los Angeles Times. I received word that tonight you picked up some celebrities in one of the hotels there and I was just calling to see if this was the case," I said in my best fake voice possible. Katherine listened intently to every word.

"I just got on shift, hang on. You said tonight?"

"That's right. I'm not sure how many there were, could you tell me that as well?"

"What names am I looking for?" he asked with a grunt, the sound of him leafing through paper clearly audible on the other end.

"Uh, well..." I said, looking at Katherine for help. She mouthed "Hudson" to me and I nodded.

"Hudson. Kate Hudson was supposed to be one of them,"

"Hudson...hudson..." he said, scanning the names. "Yep, a Kate Hudson was brought in late last night. Her and four other girls,"

Katherine breathed a sigh of relief at hearing this and I could tell she was overjoyed to know that Eliza had been picked up as well. The feeling however, was short lived.

"No, wait, my mistake, her and three other girls. Another woman came in and took them away after they were picked up and the officer on duty marked her name with a star which means...wait a minute, what did you say your name was?" he said, his voice suddenly turning into one of suspicion. Whatever he had just told me, he obviously wasn't supposed to be releasing.

"Hello? What is your name again boy?"

I looked at Katherine, her eyes wide with fear. I did the only thing I could think of - I slammed the phone down, the ring of the receiver echoing in the room. My heart was beating wildly in my chest as Katherine and I looked at each other, neither of us saying a word.

We jumped in unison when the phone rang, it's piercing noise cutting through both of us. I looked down at it and then picked up the receiver for a split second before slamming it back down again. 

"Come on, we have to go," I said to her, standing up and taking her by the hand. Katherine gathered what little she had with her from the bed and we left the room hurriedly, leaving the key cards on the dresser in the room.

After an elevator ride that seemed to take forever, we walked at a clipped rate towards the exit, Katherine struggling to keep her balance on her high heels. Getting into my car, I tore out of the parking lot quickly as we avoided main roads and were soon back on Highway 1, going back to LA.

Neither one of us had spoken as we fled the hotel room, but once Las Vegas began to fade away from us, Katherine slumped down in the seat and began to speak.

"That didn't go like you thought it would, did it?"

I shook my head no, keeping my eyes on the road and the rearview, looking for tails. 

"The cops probably traced the call back to the hotel room. Good thing I used a fake name at check in," Katherine said, her head low in the seat.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 05



"They don't know it yet, but they will soon enough. Eliza obviously got the girls out of there, but what I want to know is if she did it with money or with influence. Because if it's influence, the already dirty Vegas police are now in on the game," I said tensely, my fingers gripping the steering wheel. I still had a rush of adrenaline and it wasn't letting my body relax in the slightest.

"What about Charlie? Do you think they know that he tipped the cops off?" Katherine asked.

I had forgotten about Charlie's role in this whole thing. He had managed to swing something with the cops enough to get the girls taken down to the station, but whatever little sway he had was erased by Willis' people. 

"One way to find out," I said, spotting a gas station up ahead. The place looked deserted except for a beat up old white pickup which was more rust colored than it's original white. I pulled into the parking lot and stepped out of the car, the heat of the day already enough to make you gasp as it hit you.

I glanced in the office of the station and saw a teenager sleeping, a bag of cheese doodles or something on his chest, his fingers orange from the snack. Deciding it was better not to wake him, I walked around back of the station and picked up the receiver of the pay phone, sliding in a few quarters so that I didn't get cut off in mid sentence.

Dialing Charlie's number at home, it took five rings before he picked up. I was just on the verge of hanging up in fact, when I heard him grumble into the mouth piece, his words half slurred from booze and being woken up.

"Hulllo?" he said.

"Charlie, it's Alex," I said, covering the mouth piece of the phone to keep the arid wind from blowing in.

"Who's Alex?" he replied. 

"Katherine Heigl's friend. The one you helped out last night, remember?"

There was a long pause. "I did a lot of things last night Alex, but yeah, I think I remember that. What do you want?"

"You had your police friends pick up some girls for us and take them down to the station. Well, we appreciate that but they got out less than two hours after actually getting in. What we want to know is if you have heard anything from your contact or the people you know about this whole thing...we think you may be in some danger,"

"Shit Alex, I've been in danger all my life. This is a hell of a thing to wake a guy up with, you know? Well, no I haven't heard anything from them but I'll call today. I use the term 'police friend' pretty loosely but yeah, he's a buddy of mine I guess you could say. What is it exactly you want to know?"

"Who got them out, who else knows they were taken in and where they are now, if possible. Can you do that Charlie?"

"Jesus Alex, where are you? Sounds like a damn tornado is going on outside your head. Maybe it's my hangover though," he said, grumbling to himself.

"We are out in the desert, between Vegas and LA. We are heading back to town but we wanted to find out what you knew,"

"I don't know jack shit. That's why I'm still alive in this town. But yeah yeah, I'll get ya your information. You realize I only am doing this because your girl is one fine piece of ass, right?" Charlie said, laughing into the phone. "Charlie don't just stick his neck out for anyone,"

If that was supposed to be a compliment, it was certainly a backhanded one. I gritted my teeth and thanked him.

"Yes, thank you Charlie. Just be careful, I think we may have seriously stirred a hornet's nest here and your name will eventually be gotten back to. Should I call you later on? Say around 1 or so?"

"Na, na, I'll call you. Uh, I think I got Katherine's number here somewhere...yeah, it's in my black book. I'll call ya about your little detective work questions Alex, don't worry. Charlie will take care of you, you just take care of yourself,"

"Thanks Charlie. I'll expect you're call later on then,"

"Yep. Bye," he said, hanging up, the phone clearly not his favorite thing to use.

Walking back to the car, I started it up and pulled out of the gas station, the wind blowing a decent sized mound of sand in front of the door of the station, the teenage kid still sleeping. Pulling back onto the main road, we were headed back to LA, fresh and prepared to find out later on just what the hell we were up against.

HAPSBORO'S STORY:

I waited patiently in Willis' office, my legs crossed as I sat in one of his expensive leather chairs, picking off a loose thread from my gray Armani suit legs. Clearing my throat, I tried not to concentrate on the sounds coming from the bathroom.

Inside it, Willis was busy hacking up a storm. Though he presented a strong public image, especially to investors and at social events, I knew that Wilton Willis was anything but healthy. He had taken great lengths to protect his health, but only a few people knew of the truth. Of the cancer eating inside of him, of the secret chemo therapy trips and experimental drugs he was taking to try and cure it. He was a man who had emerged from nowhere to become wealthy and yet he had spent a large part of that wealth in fighting off the one thing none of us can avoid: death.

So, these morning rituals had become pretty routine by now, despite the grossness of it. I would come into his office around 9 or so, find him in his executive bathroom trying to stay as quiet as possible as he hacked up God knows what, then emerging from the bathroom a few minutes later, his face as white as his hair and his hands trembling. After a few minutes of course he would resume his normal fiery personality but in those first minutes of the business day, the great conqueror was as weak as a child.

Today was no exception, and now he stepped out of the bathroom, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he fixed his tie. He pretended that nothing had happened but I of course knew the truth. 

"Good morning Gordon. What have you got for me today?" he said with a sigh as he sat down at his desk, leaning backwards with his hands folded across the chest of his rich navy blue pinstripe suit.

"Well sir, there is nothing today that is too pressing of an issue. It was actually last night that was a problem," I said, handing him a folder of documents. He opened them and began leafing through them, his eyes glancing up occasionally to look at me.


"Oh? How so?"

"The Rose Petals had an initiation in Las Vegas last night. Jessica Biel was the new member; a pretty sweet piece of ass if I remember her correctly. Any ways, something went really wrong and attention was drawn to the Petals and to our organization," I said.

"I hope Ms. Biel is ok. I know how they can sometimes get carried away with the drugs and all,"

"No no, everyone is physically ok. The problem is, some how the Las Vegas PD found out not only where the girls were but what they were doing. Jessica Biel, Kate Hudson, Jamie Pressley and Tara Reid were all arrested and taken down to the station on drug possession charges," I said tentatively, not quite sure how he would react.

Willis stopped rocking in his chair and folded the file closed. He looked at me, his cold blue eyes alert and alive, despite the obvious evidence leading to the contrary that I had witnessed earlier.

"Are they still being held?" he said, his voice flat.

"No sir. We used our connections with the LVPD and they were free without incident. This certainly will cost the organization not only monetarily but also politically I believe. Thankfully, word of this did not get out to the press," I said.

"Money is not a problem. What concerns me though, is the exposure. They may be out, but there is at least two or three cops that know they were there. People only stay loyal to their masters for as long as it suits them. If we get some Joe Hero in there who decides to..."

I cut him off, raising my hand up. "Sir, that won't be a problem. All the officers involved were already on our payroll. We have upped their take substantially, so they will remain loyal for the time being,"

"And what about witnesses? Please don't tell me that they paraded the girls around town,"

"No sir. They picked them up at the Mirage and they led them down quickly and quietly through without a problem. The hotel staff I checked out last night, all of them seem to have different stories about what they saw, which rules them out as material witnesses,"

Willis relaxed in his chair. "Then this is a solved problem. Good work Gordon,"

I inhaled sharply. "Well, not exactly. The situation is a bit more complicated than that,"

Willis ran his hand through his hair, closing his eyes as he did so.

"Please explain Gordon, I just love getting dangerous news first thing in the morning,"

"Well sir, Eliza was supposed to attend the initiation, but she was late. She arrived just as the girls were being led away. Thankfully, the police did not take her in along with the others. The trouble is, Katherine Heigl, a newly brought in member, was also at the initiation,"

"And I take it that since this is the first time you mentioned her, she too was not taken into custody?"

"That's right sir. From what I gather, she was outside of the room just minutes before the police came in and took them away. Eliza saw her standing at the opposite end of the hall of the floor, watching the same thing as she was. When the police had left however, Katherine was gone,"

"Perhaps she was spooked by the whole thing and decided to wisely flee?"

"That is a possibility, but I don't believe that was the case. The situation doesn't seem quite right: she told the rest of the women that she was going to get some ice down the hall, only a minute or two before the police arrived. I believe that she had some role in this incident and knew what was going to happen and because of this, was careful to stay out of the way,"

"Hmm...and where is Ms. Heigl now?"

"We don't know sir. We have people looking for her actively, so I am sure she will turn up,"

Willis tapped his finger to his lips, thinking.

"Alright, well here is what we do. It seems that the incident has been contained for the most part, but the loose thread of Heigl disturbs me. Find her and then I would like you personally to question her, see what she says,"

"Yes sir. Shall we expel her from the Rose Petals?"

"No, not quite yet. Perhaps Ms. Heigl really did get lucky in avoiding arrest. But until we know for sure, I do not want her harmed or any information about what else has happened told to her, if we can avoid it. Find out who she has been in contact with in the past few weeks inside the organization and start climbing the ladder up that way. Regardless of her role however, I do believe that she should be scolded in some way. I'm sure that you can come up with something fitting for the crime, am I correct?"

"Yes sir. I will consult Salma later today and find out what she feels is best. Of course, I will report all of this back to you as soon as possible,"

"Good good. Is that all Gordon?"

"Yes sir, I believe so," I said, standing to leave.

"Excellent. You are a good man Gordon and I trust you to resolve this issue. But I can not stress enough that this problem needs to be solved in as quickly a manner as possible,"

"I understand sir. And it will, don't worry,"

"I know. Alright Gordon, I have some calls to make. Be sure to inform me later on today,"

"Yes sir," I said, walking out of the office. I shut the door behind me and paused in the middle of the hall. Wherever you are Katherine Heigl, we will find you and indeed solve this problem.

ELIZA'S STORY:

"Honey, I'm home!" I called down the hallway of my apartment as I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me.

A few yards in front of me, I saw a blond head pop out from around the corner, a wide grin on her cherub face.

"I'm making pancakes," she giggled, disappearing back into the kitchen. I couldn't help but smile myself as I set my bag down on the floor by the door. Kicking off my high heels, I walked into the kitchen barefoot, sighing to myself that the long night was over.

I had driven back to LA after leaving the police station, still fuming over Jamie showing me up in the cell and in front of the girls. The Mistress would certainly hear of this, I had thought to myself as I drove, but as the miles passed, my anger had eased. More than anything, I was simply upset that I hadn't gotten to complete all the rituals that for me had been the best part of being in the Rose Petals. Now however, I was home and would certainly be able to relieve my tension, assuming I could get through a plate of burnt waffles first.

Walking into the kitchen, I saw Kirsten Dunst standing there over the stove, humming to herself as she stirred the batter. She wore a pair of white cotton panties, some socks and a long men's shirt over her small, supple frame and though the smell of the pancakes was certainly inviting, the sight of her ass bouncing up and down as she sang to herself brought out within me a different kind of hunger.

Kirsten had been what I would call an "easy convert" into the Rose Petals. I had just achieved second rank status when I was filming "Bring It On" with her and was eager to bring in a new member. Kirsten was the perfect fit - her naive nature and yet her willingness to just have fun with people had made me lick my lips in anticipation of her initiation. It had gone over without much incident, Kirsten proving to be a far superior lover than I would have thought. She was everything that you would expect from a lover: gentle, eager to please and return any sexual favor and oh so gorgeous, especially when she stretched her body out, her full breasts fascinating things to behold while you were making love.

Since that first weekend a few years back, Kirsten and I had taken to hanging out. I knew that playing favorites was frowned upon in the organization, but the Mistress was willing to overlook that as long as Kirsten was made available for anyone else. That was a compromise I was willing to live with and as such, we had been pretty much inseparable (and insatiable) whenever our schedules allowed. Kirsten must have come over last night and, figuring that I was at an initiation, just stayed the night. The thought of her entertaining herself on my bed with my wide variety of toys was enough now to make my skin grow hot and my lust to reach the soaring levels of heat found only perhaps in that skillet of hers.

Moving behind her, I reached my hand down slowly and gave her ass a quick little pinch, startling her. Kirsten giggled in surprise and turned around to face me, her batter dripping spatula in her hand for self defense.

"Hiya!" she said, smiling at me. I felt suddenly refreshed just being in her presence and, rather than reply, simply leaned in and kissed her. Her lips parted willingly as I pressed my now very horny body against her, moving her back against the stove as I wrapped my hands around her waist. Our tongues danced with each other, the familiar taste of each other's mouth still surprisingly arousing enough to turn both of us on.

"Hi," I said finally, breaking the kiss. "How's my little Kiki?"

"She's fine. Although she wishes that you wouldn't dry hump her while she was leaning back against a hot stove," Kirsten said with a sly grin.

"Oh yes, sorry about that," I said, stepping back from her but keeping my arms wrapped around her waist as I pulled her closer to me. "We wouldn't want you getting too hot,"

"Here, taste this and tell me how it is," she said, shoving the spatula in my face. I slid my tongue out seductively and lapped up the creamy batter, swallowing it. It wasn't quite ready to be eaten - a few more minutes perhaps - but it certainly tasted good. Though Kirsten's cooking skills were sub par, I still enjoyed tasting anything she made.

"MMm...not too bad. I'm starving, so whenever it's ready just let me know. Or do we have time for a little fun first?" I said, leaning my head down to kiss her soft neck. Kirsten sighed and giggled as I lavished her with kisses, enjoying the sweet taste of her skin almost as much as the batter of the pancakes.

She slapped at my face playfully. "No, not right now. Let me finish cooking these and then I'll be all yours," she said as I lifted my face away, still holding her tight to me. "You're awful frisky this morning. Just couldn't get enough last night I guess huh?"

I sighed. "No, things didn't go very well. I don't really want to talk about it - I hate bringing my work home, if you know what I mean,"

Kirsten frowned. "What, because I'm not a high enough ranked Petal I can't hear about it?"

I smiled at her weakly, trying to make less of what was exactly the issue "Fraid not sweetie,"

Kirsten pouted. "I don't see why you have all these stupid rules. I mean, I'm sleeping with - on a regular basis mind you - the second highest member, and you can't tell me about you're night? Who made up all this procedure any ways. Isn't the whole thing supposed to be fun?"

I slid my hands down to her ass, teasing her supple cheeks in my fingers. God did she feel good. Hopefully my attention to her ass would take her mind off things.

"Yes, the Rose Petals is about fun. But we have to have rules too. Especially to keep the organization a secret. You wouldn't want the world finding out that you munch rug now would you?"

"No, I guess not. But I mean...it's all so formal. I say fuck that, let's just screw each other and keep it a secret.

I leaned in and kissed her cheek, letting go of her waist. "You have a lot to learn young one," I said. "Oh yeah, and you're pancakes are burning,"

Kirsten turned to the stove comically, a wide eyed expression on her face.

"Oh shit!" she said, digging her spatula in to try and stop the burning batter. Experience told me that it was too late - I would inevitably be eating burnt pancakes yet again.

"I'm going to go change," I called to her as I walked down the hall. "Want me to dial 9, 1 and then wait for the last 1? The fire department is right around the corner," I said with a grin.

"Ack! It's burning! What? No no, it's fine, don't worry," she called to me, a bit of panic in her voice.

I shook my head and walked into the bedroom, sliding my dress off. Heading for my closet, I took out a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants and, discarding my bra and panties, climbed into the soft clothes. Just changing outfits was enough to make you feel better, especially after a long night.

Heading back into the kitchen, I saw that Kirsten had dished up the slightly burnt pancakes and was busy pouring syrup on her own plate. Sitting down in my chair, I waited for her to finish with it. She handed it to me sheepishly.

"I guess I burned them. But don't worry, enough syrup and they will be fine," she said with a slight shrug, embarrassed at her lack of cooking. I thrust my fork into them and took a bite. Not too bad this time.

After we ate, and while Kirsten and I put away the dishes, I found myself feeling much more energized than I had thought. I wanted desperately to tell Kirsten what was going on, but like any good secret society member, I had to keep it a secret. Once it was resolved though, I'm sure there would be no harm in telling her, even though I was already planning on leaving the part about Jamie out.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice as I set a dish down on the counter edge, only to bump into a moment later and knock it to the floor.

"Fuck!" I yelled in frustration as it hit the floor and shattered into a million pieces.

Kirsten looked down at the broken plate, then at me.

"Calm down, it's just a dish," she said, trying to coax me.

"Argh! I know but...I'm such a klutz sometimes," I muttered to myself, frustration and lack of sleep starting to take a toll on my mood.

"Hey hey, it's okay babe. Really. It's just a broken dish," Kirsten said, leaning into me, careful to avoid the broken plate. "I still love you anyways,"




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 05



I looked up at her in surprise: this was the first time she had ever said she loved me.

"You love me?" I asked, startled by her admission.

"Uh huh," she whispered, her mouth close to my own as she spoke. "Do you love me?"

I was taken aback by the comment. I certainly had feelings for Kirsten, that was without doubt. But I had never thought of it as love before. Thinking more about it now as I felt her hot breath on my lips, I realized that what we had really was love.

"Yes, I think I do,"

"Good," Kirsten whispered again, her lips now against my own as she kissed me softly. "Now come on, let's get you out of those oh-so-sexy clothes and I'll show you how much I REALLY love you. Does that sound good?"

"It does indeed," I said, smiling at her. Kirsten took my hand and led me carefully away from the broken plate, out of the kitchen. As our feet touched carpet, I could somehow feel the electric energy running through her body. She broke into a sort of gallop, pulling me along as she giggled like a little girl towards the bedroom.

Stepping into the doorway, Kirsten stopped suddenly and swung me around backwards, almost knocking me off my feet. I staggered backwards onto the bed, propping myself up as I balanced on the edge.

Sauntering sexily, Kirsten moved towards me like a cat, her hips swaying as she stood in front of me. Leaning down, she kissed me, placing her small hands on my firm tits, massaging and squeezing them tightly in her hands as she rolled them around on my chest. I moaned into her mouth as we broke the kiss, my body still propped up against the bed. Kirsten towered over me, her hands still on my breasts. Sliding her fingers slowly down my stomach, she reached down and lifted my shirt upward, pulling it up and over my head as I shook my hair free.

The cool air of the room made my nipples tingle, my body already responding to Kirsten's touches. Hooking her thumbs into the top of my pajama pants, she smiled wickedly at me in a cocky grin, pulling them down suddenly to expose my pussy to her. Kirsten placed her hands on my hips and slowly slid her open fingers down over my pubic bone until her thumbs were playing with my crinkly black pubic hair. I had shaved it down to a small patch to make it more manageable for last night, but even though that had never taken place, I still felt very aroused and turned on by Kirsten's slight touching. 

Dropping to her knees, she placed her hands on my pussy as I adjusted my ass on the bed. Her thumbs against my outer lips, my juices already flowing and just begging for a release, she parted my cunt lips to expose the pink to her face, now just a few inches from her luscious, full lips.

Kirsten lowered her head to my pussy, her warm breath tingling my exposed flesh and slid her tongue outward, tasting my initial juices with her soft, pert tongue. She completed one full lick and, looking up at me as if for encouragement (my eyes must have given her what she wanted), she again placed her mouth on my cunt and began to slowly worm her tongue inside of me.

As her tongue slid over my aroused clit, I moaned in pleasure and threw my head back, letting my hair touch the bed as my tits thrust out towards the heavens. Kirsten had a firm grip on my thighs now and was wasting no time in lapping at me, tasting my juices. The lewd sound of her sucking and swallowing was quite arousing to me, glancing down to see the cute all American girl tearing into my cunt like a woman possessed. Her blonde head bobbed and moved sideways as she sucked on my outer lips, her tongue busy worming it's way inside of me. 

I was a sucker for Kirsten's mouth and with all the tension I had built up in the past few hours, it wasn't long before I felt my insides start to convulse a little, Kirsten's tasting of my pussy making me cum almost immediately. With a sharp cry, I thrusted my hips forward towards her mouth and orgasmed, releasing a long overdue dose of cum and juices onto her face and waiting mouth. Kirsten licked and swallowed it all down as I panted in pleasure, the feeling of the orgasm making me feel like a whole new person. I continued to buck at her face with my hips until my orgasm subsided, Kirsten's face a sticky mess of my juice and womanly fluids. 

Gasping for air, I lifted my head back up and scooted further on the bed as Kirsten stood up, licking at her lips seductively like a cat, making sure to get every drop of my cum from her face.

"That was just a warm up. Wait till you see what else I have in store," Kirsten said, her voice husky from her arousal.

I laid back on the bed, propped up by my elbows as Kirsten began to sway and move to a hidden beat, her hands rubbing up and down across her body as she slowly danced for me. Turning around slowly, Kirsten bent over slightly to give me a full view of her tiny ass, the cheeks soft and firm and oh so delicious looking through her cotton panties.

Kirsten looked over her shoulder at me, a stray lock of hair covering her left eye as she smiled at me - not a smile of affection necessarily, but one of lust, pure and unbridled. Reaching down, she slowly wiggled her panties off, bending down fully now to give me a full view of her ass and cunt, her pussy lips parted slightly in anticipation as she looked at me through her legs. Sliding her hands up from her ankles, Kirsten slowly stood back up, the shirt she was wearing now covering her nether region. 

Turning to face me now, Kirsten reached down to the bottom of the shirt and pulled it upward, lifting it over her head as she too shook her hair free. I gasped in surprise.

"Do you like it?" Kirsten asked. "I wanted to show you last night but you weren't here,"

My eyes were wide as I stared at her naked body. Besides her perfectly formed and shapely body and breasts (her pink nipples had always been a favorite of mine, and her wet t-shirt scene in "Spiderman" had been an image I simply could not get over, even when I had the real thing in front of me), as I looked at her body in full, what had surprised me was what was between her legs. Nothing. Or perhaps that is to say, there was SOMETHING but there was only her swollen red pussy lips and the slight parting of her cunt. Kirsten had shaved her pussy bare.

Though I felt like my mouth wouldn't work, I managed to get out the words "I love it," before Kirsten was atop me, jumping onto the bed and almost crushing me with her body and firm breasts. Our nipples touched as she lay against me, the fullness of her tits against my hard nipples creating an insane amount of heat through my body. We were close to the same height, and Kirsten used this very much to her advantage, rubbing her bare and shaved pussy against my own, her hot sex mingling with the juices from the orgasm she had just induced in me.

I put my hands against her face and pulled her in for a kiss as Kirsten continued to grind herself against me, getting both of us very turned on and excited. 

"Would you like a taste?" Kirsten said to me as our lips parted reluctantly. I could only nod in acknowledgement as Kirsten sat up and slowly moved on her knees up my body until her pussy lips were directly over my face. Reaching her hand down, she stroked my hair as I licked my lips in anticipation.

Kirsten slowly lowered herself onto my mouth, my tongue poised in the back of my mouth, ready to give her a lick. As I felt the warm wetness of her sex on my lips, I couldn't hold back any longer and thrust my tongue into her like a cock, her juices coating my tongue like warm, sweet syrup immediately. Kirsten settled in on my face and let me go to work, which I was more than happy to do. My fingers against her cunt lips, I pried them open gently to give myself a great view of her now completely hairless snatch. A drop of sweat had accumulated on the edge of one of her lips and I removed my tongue from inside of her long enough to suck it in quickly, the salty mixing with the sweet.

Her lips still parted, I moved my hand towards her cunt and worked two fingers into her slowly. Kirsten sighed in pleasure as my fingers found her hot nether regions, the silky smooth walls of her cunt soft beneath my touch. I stroked my fingers in and out of her, twisting and pulling them along inside of her as my tongue pushed into her again. Squirming slightly on my face at the feeling of so much attention being paid to her cunt, Kirsten moved her hand down towards her opening and began to rub her clit with two fingers while I fucked her with my mouth. 

Lifting my head from the bed, I pressed my lips hard against her and sucked down all of her juices, pulling her gentle sex into my mouth as I lapped at her, my tongue moving erratically inside of her like a live wire. Leaning backwards, Kirsten kept her pussy on my mouth (I'd have to kill her if she moved it!) and placed an arm down to steady herself on the bed. She pulled her sticky and wet fingers from her clit and moved them up to her breasts, my eyes watching with lust as she shut her eyes and played with her perfect breasts, feeling the globes up and down as she ran her fingers lightly over her nipples. The pink nubs jutted outward from her breasts as the sunlight from the early morning beamed in on us from the blinds of the window, giving Kirsten's already cherubic face a more appropriate angelic glow.

I slid my fingers around inside of her more, then slowly began to inch them towards her aroused and protruding clit, the hard little pleasure button a rich shade of red just begging to be sucked. Sliding my finger up under it, I pushed it outward gently as I placed my tongue atop of it, coating it with my saliva. My tongue glided up and down over it, causing Kirsten to shudder and moan softly from her slightly parted lips. 

She lay back on me now almost completely, only an elbow to prop herself up. Pulling her arm back over her head, Kirsten placed her small, nimble fingers against my own now sopping pussy, stroking the crinkly hair with her fingers as she ran her palm over my cunt absently, lost in her own world of pleasure and yet still able to be a considerate enough lover to make sure I felt good as well.

Kirsten's fingers touched my clit, and this was like the starting of an engine inside of me. Grabbing onto her hips, I hated to see her fingers leave my sex but I just had to have a taste of as much of her pussy as possible. Pulling her upwards from her lazy relaxation against me, she wobbled a bit atop my shoulders as I lay there, fucking her with my tongue and fingers. Kirsten's breasts swayed as her blonde hair hung in front of her face, her cheeks flushed and red with excitement. 

I pistoned my fingers and tongue out of her rapidly, pushing the tips of my hand in hard and fast while my tongue continued to lather and taste her clit, my top lip brushing across it as I held my mouth over her sex. I was fucking her with no abandon now, using my tongue and fingers as a cock. In fact, an idea hit me just as Kirsten was approaching orgasm.

"Eliza...I...I'm...OOOOHHHHHSSSSSHHHHHIIIIITTTTT...I'MMMMMMM CUMMMMMMMMMMINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!" Kirsten yelled as I felt her pussy spasm wildly, her sweet, lush juices now coming out of her quickly. Her body tensed up as the orgasm arrived but my tongue was relentless, batting her clit around like a punching bag, her juices flooding my mouth.

Slowly, and with great effort to maintain her balance, Kirsten's orgasm began to subside after what had to have been a good 30 seconds. I pulled my mouth away, my lips and tongue sore from licking her but loving every minute of it. Finally, Kirsten was worn out from the mind blowing orgasm she had just had and she fell over sideways on the bed, her thighs laying across the bottom of my shoulders, just above my own heaving breasts.

I sat up from the bed, rolling over onto my side to look at Kirsten, who was on her back, her hands playing with her nipples as she caught her breath. Leaning in close to her ear, I whispered "I'll be right back," and then slowly slid off of the bed. Kirsten's eyes opened and she turned over on the bed so that she lay on her stomach, her cute ass swaying back and forth as she bobbed her legs on the bed, watching me like an innocent little girl.

Walking over to the closet on slightly wobbly legs, I dug around for a moment and emerged with what I wanted. Turning around quickly, I held it out to Kirsten like a prize catch, causing her to giggle with excitement.

I slid back onto the bed and placed the toy between us. Kirsten sat up and looked at the toy, a double sided 15 inch long jet black dildo I had picked out and saved for only special occasions. This wasn't even for Rose Petal use, but strictly for me and my lovers.

Kirsten obediently parted her legs and I did the same, our thighs resting on top of one another. She watched with awe as I positioned the toy between us both and then slowly slid one end towards her on the bed. There was more than enough space for both of us to sit there, but it was important to me that Kirsten receive the first bit of pleasure from the dildo. 

Her pussy lips parted wide as I pressed the rubber tip into her cunt, her well juiced sex opening easily as the head disappeared inside of her. I looked up at Kirsten, who was breathing through her mouth in excitement.

"You're turn," she said, running her hand from where the toy protruded from her pussy towards the opposite end, the wide head poised and ready for entry. I scooted my ass on the bed towards it, waiting with extreme excitement as she slowly pushed the end into me.

My hips bucked just a bit involuntarily as I felt the warm rubber of it slide into my own lips, like a good hard cock would. Kirsten was methodical about placing it, making sure that the shaft of the toy, when inserted fully, would rub along my clit wonderfully. Now it was her turn to look up at me.

Our eyes locked for a moment before I leaned in and kissed her. Wrapping my arms around her shoulders, I placed my mouth against her ear again.

"1...2...3!" I said to her and then thrust my own hips forward while pulling her closer towards me.

The effect of course was that as we grew closer to each other, the toy parted our lips fully and slid into each of us as far as it would go. I continued to pull on Kirsten, not letting her go as inch by inch the dildo filled both of us up. 

If one could freeze time for a moment, the second in which both Kirsten and I were penetrated by the sex toy would certainly be one of those I would like to freeze. Time in fact seemed to slow down as our bodies slid along the bed into each other and we were each filled with over 7 inches of hard rubber in our cunts. I gasped in pleasure as I felt the long toy slide into me, stretching out my pussy lips and reaching into my inner most depths. Kirsten too was lost in the wave of pleasure, her clit stimulated as the toy grinded over it and into her fully, her smaller body having to flex greatly to take it all in.

I let out a huge sigh of air as I felt Kirsten's cunt push against my own, her freshly shaved snatch bumping against my own, sparsely covered with hair twat. Our thighs pressed against one another as we stretched our legs out, each of us impaling ourselves purposefully on the toy. My mouth open, panting, I looked down to see barely an inch of the once massive toy visible now, the rest inside of us. Pushing back gently on the bed, I watched transfixed as a few inches slowly left my body, but not before it was coated with my juices. Thrusting onto it hard now, I let more of the dildo press into me as I used my weight to force the majority into Kirsten.

She reached her arms out and wrapped them around my shoulders for support, her nails dragging along my smooth back as I used the dildo to fuck her, getting rid now of that last inch. Kirsten's eyes were wide in surprise and shock, but I could make out the dull glow of lust still burning strong behind them. I rested my head on her shoulder as Kirsten leveraged herself against me, bouncing her hips forward as she fucked herself silly with the toy. 

Licking my lips, I couldn't resist the urge to slide my tongue out along her breast, coating the firm, warm orb with my tongue as I licked downward towards her nipple. Lifting her left breast with my hand, I greedily pulled her tit into my mouth, sucking hard on the nipple like an infant. Kirsten groaned in pleasure as I devoured her mound of flesh with my mouth, my lips and teeth grazing over her hard pink nipple.

Now it was Kirsten who pulled back from the toy a bit, but only for a moment. Rocking her hips forward, Kirsten pushed the toy into me with just the muscles of her pussy, the pleasant sensation of fullness filling me up as I felt the end of the dildo press against my cervix wall. I clamped my cunt muscles down hard on the toy, squeezing it as hard as I could, enjoying the pleasant tension it created inside of me.

I moved my hand down to the only part of the 15 inch monster that was not currently filling up a girl cunt and wrapped my fingers around it like a cock. I was surprised however, to find Kirsten's hand already there. Placing my own over hers, I gently held her fingers as I moved the toy back and forth within us, our hands keeping the rhythm of our fucking going as we vied for the pleasure that the rubber could bring. 

We alternated, back and forth, thrusting in and out of each other - at first we went slow, gentle and caring as we enjoyed every minut sensation that the dildo brought out, from the hard rubber itself to the warm wetness of it's end that allowed for easy access into our pussies. Gradually, as our hips began to move in time with one another, we began to go faster and faster, my ass bouncing on the bed just enough to make the toy move and swerve around inside of Kirsten. She was determined however, to bring me to orgasm first, something that my lust racked mind had no problem in conceding.

Kirsten wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, loosening up the slack that had formed between us as we fucked one another. Kirsten's clamping of her thighs gave her far more force as she thrust into me, and my pussy quickly lost the battle to her as she began to fuck me harder and harder.

"Oh yeah Kirsten! MMMmmmm baby, that's it, fuck my cunt!" I grunted into her chest, my voice barely audible over our panting gasps. Kirsten's face had tightened up with determination as she fucked me and as I felt the toy probe hard into my deepest nether regions, my clit afire with pleasure, I could feel a very strong orgasm approaching.

Kirsten continued to fuck me as hard as she could without any let up, but it was just too much for me to take. My inner walls spasmed and I came onto the toy, my juices spilling out from within me as they coated my half of the dildo, my chest trembling as I released a flood of cum onto it and the bed. I pinched my nipples hard with my one free hand, the slight pain only bringing me to new heights of bliss. I continued to cum for a long while, so long in fact that just when I thought the orgasm had crested, I was racked with a new wave that was stronger than the last.

Her weight now controlling things, Kirsten gripped the toy tightly and leaned into me, knocking over my already weakened body as she sawed the toy in and out of my gaping pussy, wearing herself out finally just as my orgasm began to subside. Her strokes grew slower, softer and finally she came to a stop, the toy still buried within us.

Leaning over me, Kirsten bent her sweaty face down and kissed me. I licked along her bottom lip, biting it slightly with my teeth as I nibbled on her mouth, tasting her sweat and the slight after taste of my own juices on her lips. Breaking the kiss a good 30 seconds later, the last of the heated fluids in her mouth drunken down by me, I slowly sat up on the bed, careful to keep my end of the toy into me.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 06



Long time coming, I know. Going into the down slope of the series (10 chapters total are planned), I hope to be able to keep you guessing on what will happen next, as well as arouse you with the sex scenes. This chapter contains a scene with my two favorite actresses and I hope that it lives up to what I envisioned. Please send me feedback on this chapter and all chapters of the series. Without your feedback, I have no clue as to whether or not I'm pleasing my readers. Thanks, and enjoy the chapter.

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This is Part 6 of an ongoing series. 

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Oh, we shared some ideas
All obsessed with fame
Says we're all the same
Oh, I don't see it that way
I don't see it that way 
- The Strokes

WILLIS' STORY:

"Unnngghhhhh!!!" Salma grunted beneath me as I held firmly onto her hips. Slamming myself hard into her pussy, my cock slid inside of her with ease. Holding her bent over my desk, my pants around my ankles and my shirt bunched up at my chest, I placed my hand on Salma's back and held her down against the desk, her breasts spilling out from her dress against my blotter.

Feeling her soft, supple flesh in my hands, I slowed my pace down a bit as I rocked in and out of her, my prick coming out slightly, the length moist with her juices before I pushed it back into her. Salma's long black hair hung over her shoulder as she squeezed her eyes closed shut, muttering something in Spanish under her breath. Her body felt warm and alive as the desk rocked on it's legs, my body now leaning into her as I fucked her doggy style. 

This was hardly my first time sampling Salma's delicious body, but it was certainly the first time in a while. I had forgotten - well, almost - the feel of her voluptuous form. Many women these days were rail thin, with hardly anything to them. But Salma's soft body was firm and thick in all the right places, her ass jiggling a bit as I fucked her. My hand drifted down between her legs and I rubbed her clit softly beneath my fingers, feeling her juices soaking into my skin as I continued to work my dick in and out of her snatch.

Salma groaned loudly as my fingers flicked at her clit, her legs spread wide as her panties stretched down around her ankles. Burying my face in her back, I bit at her shoulder gently, my teeth raking over her skin as I tasted her perfume and sweat in my mouth. We had been going at it for fifteen minutes or so now, Salma a ready and willing partner for me to release my tension into her body. I knew she liked to dominate women and be in charge when it came to sex, but right now, I think part of her enjoyed being groped and dominated like this.

Sliding my hand up underneath her chest, I squeezed her breast hard, her nipple taut in my finger tips as I began to pound into her recklessly. Salma cried out in the mixture of pleasure and pain as I put pressure on her ample breast and hard nipple, feeling it grow even harder against my finger tips. I was moving like a machine now, the stamina of men half my age flooding through my body as I removed my dick partially from her, only to thrust it back in quickly before her body had time to register it's absence. My hand worked furiously on her pussy, stretching and moving it around in my palm as I buried a finger inside of her, two of my other fingers playing with her clit while my other hand held firmly onto her breast.

Again Salma cried out something I didn't know in Spanish, now really getting into things by bucking her thick, heart shaped ass against my thighs to meet my entrance into her body. I moved my hand from her breast and reached down, wrapping some of her hair in my hand as I gently but firmly yanked her head up from the desk, holding it suspended in the air as Salma gasped for breath, her orgasm imminent. With one final shove of her now wobbly legs, Salma pressed herself fully against me, as much of our flesh in one another as possible as I felt her pussy spasm and contract tightly around my dick, her orgasm beginning.

I smirked to myself as I felt her body get racked by her own pleasure, her skin getting goose bumps as she crested in her release, some of her over excited juices sliding down her leg as they soaked into my thigh. Loosening my grip on her hair, Salma's head sunk back down to the desk as she breathed hard as her orgasm came to an end, her legs still spread lewdly for me as I fucked her. I had slowed down a bit to allow her to enjoy herself, but now I too wanted to reach my peak, and I knew it was just a matter of time.

Salma simply stood there, her legs spread as wide as possible as I felt her soft, wet pussy lips try desperately to grasp my prick and hold onto it, something I would not allow. I was in control now, I was the one who called the shots. No cunt would tame my dick unless I wanted it to. With that surge of thought running through my body, I felt my well worked balls tense up and then finally shoot forth, sending two quick streams of cum into Salma's thirsty and waiting pussy.

As I held myself in her, still fucking into her twat slowly, I began to ease up slightly and catch my breath, our juices sloshing and squishing together as I felt one final dribble of cum leak out from my dick and into her fiery hot Latin pussy.

Holding onto her hips still, I sank back into my chair, Salma's snatch still holding onto my prick as her weight fell onto my thighs and she rested herself on my lap. She kept her legs spread wide for me as we both finally relaxed, my prick still hard as it was enveloped by her tight cunt. Her ass resting on my thighs, Salma slowly rotated herself on my legs until she was facing me, her head laying on my shoulder now.

Reaching my hand down, I couldn't resist playing with her breasts a bit as she looked up at me, her deep dark eyes looking into my own as if she was studying me.

"That was great Will," she whispered to me, bending her mouth down to kiss my neck.

"I've still got it, don't I?" I said back to her with a smile. Though I was old enough to be her father, Salma didn't seem to mind my age, especially since I could keep up with her in terms of stamina.

"Mmm...definitely," Salma cooed at me. Her face however, turned into a more serious one. "You know I love these little encounters Will, but I have some stuff I have to do today. What did you want to see me about?"

I sighed, lifting her off of my lap grudgingly as she stood up and pulled her panties back up, reclining against the desk as she looked at me.

"You knew about the rather unfortunate incident with your members recently in Las Vegas I assume,"

"Yes. Though I would have acted differently, Eliza handled herself I believe the best way possible,"

"I agree with you on both counts. However, the incident cast some very unneeded light on both of our organizations and that is why we decided to seek retribution on Katherine Heigl for her actions,"

Salma's brow furrowed. "This is news to me. I hope you weren't too hard on the girl. We don't need bodies turning up,"

"No no," I said to reassure her. "We merely took her in and made some physical and verbal statements to her that would let her know who she was dealing with. I have always felt that she would look better as a brunette, and so we felt it was time to convince her of that. Unfortunately, it took a bit of force to do that, amongst other things,"

Now it was Salma's turn to sigh.

"I trust you and your judgment Will but I hope that it wasn't anything too rash,"

"Again, you fail to give me full credit Salma. We simply made her aware that she is the property of this organization and gave her a few reminders of that. Any ways, that is not my point though. It seems Ms. Heigl was not working alone in her actions,"

Salma's eyebrows arched. "Oh?"

"A few months ago, I purchased the script of a screenwriter and kept him on staff for his very talented skills. However, I was perhaps a bit over zealous in granting him access almost immediately into our organization, mostly because I felt I could trust him. It seems though that my sense of people for which I am known betrayed me for once and at some point, he began to turn against us, as well as bring Ms. Heigl into things,"

"And she told you all of this?"

"Not in so many words. But we deduced it upon studying the organization more. Now, clearly if Katherine were to go missing, the press would be all over it in a way that we couldn't control. Certainly the newspapers would remain under our thumb but with this god damned internet these days, nothing stays secret for long. That's why we exercised restraint this time towards her. But Mr. Hilt however..."

"No one would miss him if he were to have an unfortunate accident I take it,"

"Precisely. Now certainly, a final solution could be reached if we had to but for now, we are letting him sweat things out a bit to try and grasp what he knows and his liability. My gut tells me that he is not alone in his actions and if something were to happen to him, we might inadvertently make him a martyr,"

"I see. But isn't keeping him around a liability risk?"

I smiled at Salma. "Believe me, this is not the first time one of our own has gotten a case of morals. We are concerned about him but right now he is containable. But it seems that he does have one fatal weakness, namely the rookie mistake of being seduced by this world we call Hollywood, especially the women who occupy it,"

"Hmm...I'm starting to see what you are getting at,"

"Good. That's why I like you so much Salma, you pick up on things quickly. But like I said earlier, right now we don't need to risk taking him out. We do however, need your help with things,"

"You know I'll do anything for the cause Will,"

"I know you will Salma. What I would like you to do is this: have one of your people go in after him and slowly work up his trust. Then, when the time arises, perhaps in a moment of passion, you let us know and we come and grab him. Right now, I believe that he will be too skittish to risk anything with someone who might be related to our organization. So this will need to be someone he won't be expecting, someone he feels is on his side. Is that clear?"

"Absolutely. I will get right on it. Unless of course you feel up for another go around," Salma said, smiling wickedly.

I sighed. "No, as tempting as that offer is, right now there are more pressing issues. If we resolve this insurgency, then there will be plenty of time for pleasantries. My meeting with the board last week went well and I know that once we take care of this niggling little issue, our progress should continue undeterred. In the meantime, I will do my part to remove Mr. Hilt from the loop, and you do yours,"

Salma was already dressed, straightening out her skirt as she pulled her panties up. Looking directly at me, she smiled.

"Don't worry, I will,"

ALEX'S STORY:

In the three days since I found Katherine nude and changed in my kitchen, things had been rough. Very rough. I had rushed over to her immediately when I saw her and tried to comfort her, but she was as stiff as a board, not responding barely to anything I said. I practically had to drag her out of the kitchen and, finding an old robe of Petty's dressed her in it before leading her to the couch to lay down.

We sat in silence for hours, my discovery of her jolting my nerves awake so that I knew that trying to sleep would be useless. Katherine simply lay there motionless for a while, laying on her back with her legs in my lap because of the pain laying on her chest or side might bring to her newly pierced nipples. I stroked her thigh with my hand, trying more to sooth than arouse her and I guess it worked because after a while, she closed her eyes and I heard her breathing become more shallow. 

I fell asleep accidentally that first night, only to wake up with a jolt for no apparent reason. Sitting upright, I noticed that Katherine was gone. Standing up and stretching my legs, I saw her sitting at the kitchen table, staring into a cup of coffee. She still wore the robe I gave her, but it was untied at the waist and her body was exposed in the early morning light filtering in through the blinds. I could see one of her nipples poking out of the robe, the tiny gold ring still in it, though the area around it a little swollen. In the dim light of the day, I could really look at her hair better now.

It had not just been a chop job, but more or less a professional styling. Her once blonde locks were now a rich shade of brown, and without all the baggage around what had happened, I actually felt that it made an already sexy Katherine look even sexier. 

Sitting down at the table to join her, we sat quietly for a little while, Katherine occasionally glancing up to look out the kitchen window, then back down into her coffee. A few minutes passed before she finally spoke, the first words since last night when she had collapsed in my arms.

"They said that they were doing it to remind me. To remind me of who I belonged to," she said, her voice on the verge of tears.

Instinctively, I reached across the table and touched her hand. Her small fingers were cold, but she gripped my own hand with them as I touched her, as if showing she knew I was there for her.

"I guess you just kind of forget things out here. Forget how this whole world is based on beauty and objectifying people, and nothing more. It's a very hard thing to accept, and something I thought I had gotten over after getting a few jobs. But now with all this...I don't know if I will ever be able to look past it again,"

I didn't say anything, sensing that there was more coming.

"You probably already knew this Alex, but most people are pretty naive when they come out to LA. They think everything is just going to happen for them right away and that will be it. But it doesn't. Now more than ever I understand how the rich stay rich and how those of us who were blessed with good looks are just pawns in their great big chess game. Sometimes...I don't think I can take it,"

"It doesn't have to be that way Katherine. What happened last night was a set back, certainly but I think that if we regroup and,"

"NO! Don't you get it Alex?" she said, jumping from the chair and yanking our hands apart. "I'm tired of this. Sure, they gave me a haircut and pierced my nipples. It's traumatic but it's something I'm going to have to live with. But if you think I'm going to risk anymore just because of your cause...which, by the way, I still don't fully grasp, you better re-evaluate your ideas,"

I was startled by Katherine's sudden change of heart. She glared down at me angrily as my mind worked to try and calm her down.

"Katherine, sit down. Let's talk this out. No one is going to hurt you anymore,"

"That's what you said before," Katherine spat back at me angrily. "Or what am I to you Alex, just a doll you can dress and undress whenever you like, someone with no feelings?"

"No, Katherine, you're not that at all. You are,"

"What? Tell me what I am Alex? And while your at it, please start explaining why you got me into this mess. Because right now, I'm just about five seconds away from walking out and hoping I never see you again,"

I sighed heavily, things happening too fast for me. Thinking out my thoughts carefully, I tried to say things as calmly as possible.

"My whole reason for this Katherine...is that...I am tired of exactly what you just said. Women being treated bad and the men who use them. Sure, I like sex as much as the next guy but things are seriously fucked up. And I know now that it doesn't just stop with LA and Hollywood. This is way too far reaching for that. It's..."

"Would you listen to yourself Alex? You sound like one of those nutcases from the tabloids. Conspiracy theories and shit,"

"Katherine, will you PLEASE let me finish?" I said, anger rising in my voice now. Like a sulking child, Katherine reluctantly sat down in her chair.

"Thank you. This is not a conspiracy theory Katherine, you know that as well as I do. I never would have dug as deep as we have and pissed off the people we have pissed off had I known better. But something has started with Antamount and the Rose Petals Katherine, and it's not going to stop until it either stops us or we end it. You can't walk away from these people, not if you ever hope to have a normal life,"

Katherine stared at me intently. "Then what do you want to do Alex? What CAN we do?"

"For starters, we don't need to be fighting with each other. The way I see it, the only way to end this thing is to stop Antamount. And to do that, we have to stop Willis from doing anything else,"

Katherine scoffed at me, turning her head away as one of her now short strands of hair brushed across her face. She stared vacantly to the side. "So we are talking about murder now then, is that it?"

"I don't know. I really don't WANT to kill anyone Katherine, so I think that should be a last resort. There are other ways we can do this. We need more information though. We need dirt, something that Willis can't wiggle out of. Clearly, he has ties to Las Vegas and probably God knows where else. If we can find something on him, something that will stick, we can take him down without ever firing a shot,"

Katherine sat quietly for a moment, contemplating where our argument was going. "That will never work Alex. Willis has too much control. The media is controlled by him now, especially since he bought out all the papers a few years ago,"

"Then we go to the television stations. We go somewhere where he can't exert his reach, at least not until after we break with the news. Someone like him...there has to be dirt. We just need to talk to Charlie and figure out what we can,"

Katherine laughed sarcastically. "Now we are involving more people. Great,"

"You know, you aren't being very helpful in this Katherine,"

She sighed. "I know that Alex, but when you have been through the ringer like I have, when you have had parts of your body changed to meet someone else's 'branding' rules, you tend to be a little skeptical,"

"I understand that Katherine," I said, taking her hand again. She tried to pull it away but I held it down. "Let's just think this out and play it as safely as possible for now. When you talked to them...did you tell them about me?"

"No, I didn't. But chances are, they already know. The element of surprise is not something we have at our disposal Alex,"

"Then we will just have to play by their rules then. I will go into work on Monday like usual, and stay until it starts to get dark. That way, if they really want to hurt me, they will have to do it in broad daylight,"

"That's really damn risky Alex, and you know it. They could take you out whenever and wherever they wanted to and there isn't anything that you could do. Are you sure that it's worth it to actually go into the den of the lion?"

"Right now, it's the only thing we can do. All we have to do is keep up hope. But I can't do this alone Katherine, I need you. I need you now more than ever. If something happens to me, then you will be free of this forever. But if we find what I hope we will find, then the problem will go away too. All I need from you right now is support. Can I get that from you Katherine?"

She didn't answer for a moment, sipping her coffee and averting her eyes from me.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 06



"I don't know," she said. "I need to be in a better frame of mind before I commit to anything,"

That was two days ago. I had found Katherine on a Friday night and now here it was Sunday afternoon and we hadn't said much to each other all weekend. I was still somewhat buoyed by things though, because every now and then, as we passed each other in and out of rooms, Katherine would ask me a question.

"What kind of dirt are you looking for?"

"I know you are a big man, but you might want to start carrying a weapon for protection. Muscles mean nothing against guns,"

"Do you think Charlie or anyone else will be able to help us?"

And so it went, on and off all weekend. Katherine had spent most of the time in my bedroom, the door cracked slightly as she lay there, watching TV. I knew better than to press the issue or say anything to her unless she asked, choosing even to sleep on the couch to give her time alone. Quite frankly, I was scared of what was going to happen, and with Katherine being my biggest ally, I didn't need to anger her any.

By the time the evening arrived on Sunday, I was in the kitchen putting away some dishes when I heard the creak of my bedroom door and the soft sound of footsteps on the carpet. I looked up to see Katherine watching me, dressed still in the bathrobe.

"I'm going to give this one more chance," she said as I stood there, hunched over the dishwasher, listening to her. "At this point, I have nothing to lose. My career is now probably in shambles so if I can take a risk and maybe fix that then I think I have to do that,"

"Are you sure Katherine?" I asked, standing up so we were eye level with each other.

"Yes. I owe you at least a little loyalty, after what you did for me in Las Vegas. But promise me you will be careful tomorrow,"

I smiled. "I always am. We will see how it goes,"

HAPSBORO'S STORY:

"Sir?" my phone buzzed.

"Yes Helen?"

"Sir, you asked me to alert you when Mr. Hilt entered the lot. The front guard just called me and told me that he has just arrived,"

"Thank you Helen," I said in reply. There was a momentary pause.

"Would you like me to call security sir?"

"No, that won't be necessary. Mr. Willis has changed his mind on how to handle things, so until I hear from him, please let Mr. Hilt be,"

"Yes sir," she said, buzzing the phone off.

I rose from my desk and walked over to the large plate glass window facing the lot. Staring down at it, I saw Hilt's car drive in and find a parking space. A few moments later, his drivers side door opened and he stepped out, glancing around him a little cautiously.

Making a gun out of my hand, I pressed my finger to the glass and traced him along as he walked, a tiny little dot from this height. POW, POW I mouthed quietly to myself, moving my hand away as he passed behind a row of cars.

Oh if he only knew, I thought to myself. When I had first informed Willis about our findings regarding Alex Hilt, he had seemed rather determined to make sure that Hilt was stopped. But just yesterday, he had come into my office and changed his mind on things. Hilt was to be left alone until Mr. Willis said it was time to act.

Needless to say, this decision had angered me quite a bit. The way I saw things, Hilt was a huge risk to this operation that had been built by myself and Willis practically overnight and now Willis was getting cold feet? I had argued with him for a good 45 minutes about the wisdom in the decision, but like a codgy old man, he would have none of it.

Gritting my teeth at even remembering the discussion, I turned away from the window and placed my hands on my desk. Because of the way things were laid out in the company pecking order, there wasn't much I could do to get around Willis' decision. At least not officially. That's why I had taken it upon myself to make sure that Hilt got the message loud and clear. There was no real risk of him running - with our foreign contacts and the staff of private investigators we kept on retainer, we could easily follow him. So despite Willis' wishes, I decided to shake up the little globe of Alex Hilt's life. 

The thought of this made me smile as I sat back down at my desk. Soon, in a few moments in fact, Hilt would understand just how quickly power can shift in this town.

ELIZA'S STORY:

"Yes, they just arrived a few minutes ago. Right, I understand. We will leave as soon as we can. Thank you," I said, hanging up the phone. As I placed it on the receiver, I heard a key turning in the front door. Walking into the living room, I plopped down on the couch as I watched the knob turn and the door open.

Kirsten Dunst walked in, two shopping bags in tow on each arm. She wore a pair of cut off jean shorts and a halter top, with the word "TEASE" sewn into the fabric across her ample chest. The light hit her golden blond hair as she opened the door, and just for a moment made her hair and head appear to be afire.

"Hiya Eliza. I've been shopping," Kirsten said with a grin, shutting the door and setting the bags down at her feet. 

"I can see that," I smirked. "You didn't melt the plastic I hope,"

"Of course I did," Kirsten replied with a smile. "What fun would it be if I didn't,"

She walked over to me and immediately pressed her small body into my own, eager for a greeting kiss. I could smell her shampoo - a sort of wild berry scent - as her mouth and lips leaned into my face, my nose inhaling the delicious smell of Kirsten deeply as our lips met and we kissed. I felt her tongue slide slowly into my mouth, as I returned the kiss and we explored each other's body with hands and lips.

Kirsten, surprisingly aggressive, grabbed hold of my ass cheeks through my jeans and squeezed my bottom firmly with her fingers, her hands crawling into the crack in my ass. Her large breasts pressed against my own, the heat from her body was tremendous. As we continued to kiss, I could feel both of us grow hotter and hotter with each passing second.

One hand still behind me, Kirsten moved her other up to my hip and slowly underneath my chest, her small fingers taking hold of the fabric as she started to pull upwards. I would have loved nothing better than to let her continue, to fuck her right here and there, but the phone conversation I had just completed suddenly charged into my mind and with a reluctant move, I placed my hand atop hers and pushed it away.

Kirsten tried again, but this time I held her hand out away from my body. Holding it away from me, Kirsten broke the kiss and looked up at me, a look of puzzlement in her deep blue eyes.

"What's wrong?" she asked, licking her lips to taste the last remnants of my lip gloss on her own mouth.

"Nothing, it's just that...well, we have some things to do,"

Kirsten stepped back from me. "What kind of things?"

"I just hung up the phone with The Mistress. We have orders from the top to do something for the Rose Petals, something important,"

Kirsten sighed. "Stupid Rose Petals, always getting in the way of my fun,"

For a moment I thought to correct and chastise Kirsten for her comment, but instead I smiled at her, knowing full well she would be eating those words in just a moment.

"No, I think for once you will actually be happy about my role. We need to get a move on and pack some clothes. We're going to Boston,"

Now Kirsten was completely confused. "Boston? What the hell for?"

"For an assignment. You know how you are always saying that you just like having fun? Well, now's your chance,"

"I don't understand," Kirsten said, looking at me a little hesitantly.

I leaned down and kissed her mouth. 

"My dear Kiki. Just trust me on this one. We are going to Boston to bring back a new recruit, someone that The Mistress says is crucial to something related to the Rose Petals,"

"And what might that be?"

I continued to smile at her. Kirsten was like a doting child sometimes. "I can't tell you why or what the importance is, only that it's big and that if we can help it happen, your problems with the Petals will be over,"

"What do I have to do?"

"Seduce someone. I'm sure that won't be difficult for you, right?"

"Depends on who it is," Kirsten said, sticking her tongue out at me playfully.

"I'll tell you when we get there. Otherwise, it ruins the surprise. Now go pack a bag, I just got the plane tickets a few minutes ago,"

Kirsten had a pouty look on her face. "But I wanted to have a little fun NOW,"

I sighed at her. "I know you did Kiki, but we really have to get going,"

Walking back over to the shopping bags, Kirsten fished around inside one for a moment. Pulling out a garment, she held it up to me. In spite of myself, and the wishes of The Mistress, I had to grin at her.

"You sure it has to be right now? I was going to wear this,"

Dangling from her hand was a red piece of lingerie. I say piece because, well, there really wasn't much to it.

"I've been dying to get off all day," Kirsten continued. "If you think we could spare a few minutes, I promise I'll be one happy traveler,"

Pondering her request for a moment, I finally nodded at her. 

"Ok, your charms have worked. But not too long ok? I just masturbated an hour or so ago, so no need to worry about me,"

Kirsten jumped up and down, giggling as she clapped her hands together.

"Thanks Eliza!" she said. And without any further hesitation, she started to unbutton her shorts and pull them down her legs. Turning quickly, I looked away from her.

"What's wrong?" she asked for the second time in a span of ten minutes.

"I would rather be surprised when I see you, that's all," I said to her. I could feel my skin grow hot as I thought of Kirsten and the garment but wanting to keep my word and save the vision until it occurred, I stayed turned around.

"Ok, well whatever. I promise you'll like it," Kirsten said. I could hear the sound of clothes being removed behind me as Kirsten continued to undress. Soon the sound of clothes hitting the floor was replaced with the very subtle noise of Kirsten sliding the silky garment over her equally silky skin. I heard the sound of a button snapping into place as Kirsten called to me.

"You can turn around now Eliza, your surprise is ready,"

Biting my lip in anticipation, the initial sight was almost enough to make my panties drenched immediately. Standing in front of the slightly open blinds of the front window was Kirsten. The sun beating down on her bare shoulders, I gasped at how amazingly sexy she looked.

The lingerie was a corset of sorts - it clung tightly to her body in see through silky material, the front portion of it pushed up like a Wonderbra beneath Kirsten's chest, giving her already large breasts even more proportion and depth. As my eyes hungrily drank in her flesh, they continued down her body. Her flat, firm tummy was covered in a mesh of very thin fabric. The material however stopped abruptly as it reached below her belly, the red material opening up in a wide shape to reveal a totally bottomless piece. Held onto her body by a clasp in the back, the garment received even further support thanks in part to a garter belt that was snapped in place around Kirsten's creamy thighs. Spinning around to show me her completely bare heart shaped ass, Kirsten bent over at the waist and looked at me through her spread legs.

"You like?" she said, her blonde hair hanging down from her head wildly.

"I love," I replied, walking over to her. Kirsten stood upright again and turned to face me, her arms open as we embraced again, my hands going immediately for her breasts. As our breath mingled with one another, I squeezed on her tits tightly, feeling her rock hard nipples beneath my hands. 

Kirsten moaned in my grasp, her breath becoming short as I squeezed her breasts in my palms, holding tightly to them. Through the thin fabric, I could feel the soft warmth of her skin beneath my touch, a feel that felt like heaven. I was dying to just tear the lingerie and release them from their hold but knowing that she just spent a lot of money on it, I figured there would be plenty other times to savage her. 

My lips still pressed to hers, I kissed her mouth softly as my hands moved down from her breasts to her wide, shapely hips. My fingers touching her bare flesh, I traced my left hand downward and cupped her mound between my fingers, squeezing her sex roughly against my palm. Kirsten jerked slightly as I felt her grow more heated and moist between her legs - the perfect state of arousal for what I had planned next.

Placing my hand back on her hip, I moved my mouth away from her and stared deep into her eyes. Kirsten was panting in excitement, eager to see what I would do next. In an effort to catch her off guard, I dug my fingers into her hips and twirled her around quickly so that her half naked body was facing out towards the window, the blinds drawn slightly. Kirsten's ass bumping against my own jean clad pussy, I sank down to my knees as I pressed her firm buttocks forward, sending her small body into the window sill. Kirsten cried out in surprise as I placed my hand on the small of her back, using my other arm to spread her legs wide.

With Kirsten bent over slightly, I placed my face between her ass cheeks, inhaling deeply the scent of her body and her arousal. My nose hovering just above her asshole, I slowly lowered my face downward, sticking my tongue out and trailing it as I moved my face down.

I was greeted with the beautiful sight of Kirsten's still hairless pussy. A few sparse hairs had grown back over the last few days, but it didn't matter - it was still an amazing thing to behold. Moving my hand up to her cunt, I traced my finger up and through her lips, parting them slightly with my finger as it grew damp with her moisture. Kirsten was definitely ready to go.

With my finger still wedged slightly into her pussy, I used my other fingers to pry her lips apart, exposing the delicious pink of her inner walls. It was a rich shade of pink indeed, her tight pussy opening like a flower beneath my touch. Kirsten was trembling with excitement, the feel of my hot breath on her sex arousing her more and more as the seconds went on. Finally, not able to take the sight anymore myself without acting, I placed my closed mouth on her pussy lips and slowly extended my tongue, using the strong muscle to part her lips and work my way inside. Kirsten let out a slow, low moan of pleasure as I worked my way into her, the first hint of her juices already coating my tongue. With my fingers keeping her lips spread, Kirsten was completely in my control, totally submissive to whatever I wanted to do next. 

I removed my tongue from within her, licking around her outer lips to taste her wetness that had grown more and more strong as my tongue had been inside of her, the uncorking of a dam almost. I felt her smooth ass cheeks press against my face as I lapped at her pussy like a cat, slowly and deliberately keeping her lips parted to keep her aroused.

Using my hand that was still on her back, I pressed Kirsten forward hard, causing her chest to press against the front window. This caused Kirsten to tense up slightly as she turned her head back to look at me.

"Eliza, be careful! The neighbors might see!"

"Good," I replied in between tastes. "I want them to. I want them to know how much of a slut you are, and that you are MY slut!" 

Kirsten giggled at the comment and turned her head back around. I kept the pressure up on her back and resumed licking at her cunt, her aroused clit now protruding from inside her pussy. It was a small and fragile looking thing, but I knew the power that it contained over Kirsten. Using a free finger, I brushed against her clit, causing Kirsten's pussy walls to tighten up around my tongue as I sucked down her juices. Kirsten's upper half was now leaning totally into the glass, her breasts having popped out of the corset and her deep red nipples cutting against the glass. Kirsten gripped the windowsill tightly, her back arched and her long blonde hair draping over her back as I sucked greedily on her pussy.

Adjusting myself to a more comfortable position, I pulled her lips outward towards me, stretching her young twat to meet my mouth. Kirsten's wet sex was dripping against my chin as I worked my tongue inside her, exploring and tasting against her inner walls. I had done it countless times before, but somehow the feeling of the inside of her pussy was always fresh, always incredibly erotic. 

My mouth was stretched wide to give my tongue as deep of reach as possible, but this didn't stop my teeth from grinding up and down against her inner walls. Kirsten's juices were falling like a leaking faucet now onto my tongue and into my mouth, filling it up with the sweet saltiness of her body. I moved my mouth backward, letting my tongue rub slowly across her snatch, the tip stopping at the edge of her pussy to lap at her clit.

Kirsten cried out loudly in pleasure, her voice reflecting against the glass and filling the house with cries of lust. This just turned me on even more as my tongue re-entered her body and I sucked and fucked her tight hole with my lips. I wiggled my tongue back and forth inside her and all around the edges of her pussy, the heat so intense it seemed that it would almost give me a blister. But I knew Kirsten was close to her orgasm - the way her body was jerking and thrashing around against the window sill was a perfect indication.

Giving my tongue a slight reprieve, I moved my hand back up to her pussy, sliding two fingers into her cunt easily, the juices of her body giving me full access. With my hand I could go deeper inside of her, the tension of inside her body already intense against my hand. I licked my lips with my tongue, making sure to get all of her juice as I swallowed it down like a woman dying of thirst, and only her sex juices there to give me a reprieve.

Kirsten's inner walls tightened around my fingers as I fucked her - slow at first, but growing gradually in speed - as I worked towards getting her off. Kirsten's voice was low in her throat, inaudible grunts and sighs and moans escaping her lips as she slid her breasts up and down against the glass. What she had said about the neighbors watching was a devious thought, and it turned me on incredibly. If we weren't on a time schedule, I would have just taken off my pants and frigged myself to an orgasm right then and there, but unfortunately I had to exercise as full restraint as possible and not do it.

Removing my now sticky and coated fingers, I placed my mouth fully back onto Kirsten's pussy. The sudden switch in methods of fucking her caused Kirsten to cry out even more loudly this time, her body obviously favoring my mouth over my hands. Gasping for air, I began to whisper dirty things to her, knowing the tidal flood of her juice could come at any second.

"Yeah, that's it, you like my mouth don't you Kiki? You want my tongue deep in your tight hole. Whose my little bitch?"

"I AM!" Kirsten screamed, her body starting to convulse as I reapplied my tongue to her clit now.

"And who wants to cum, who loves being fucked by her master?"

"I DO! OH GOOOODDDDD!!! FUCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!" Kirsten cried out, thrusting her hips backward at my face. I was ready for her though, and as her ass cheeks rose slightly in the air, her body collapsing against the window for support, I felt the gush of her juice leak out and spill onto my face and mouth, her orgasm so incredible that her cute face was screwed up in a look of pure lust.

Kirsten bounced her hips up and down on my face as I kept my tongue firmly inside of her, her body almost trying to buck me off as I sucked on her outer lips and clit with my mouth. More and more juice leaked out from inside of her, and I was all too eager to drink it in. Kirsten's lips and pussy were a sticky mess, the juice of her body covering my face completely with it's shiny wetness as I continued to move my tongue around inside of her.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 06



Her pace slowing, Kirsten finally whimpered slightly as her orgasm came to an end, her arms extended out to her sides as she gripped the drapes in an attempt to stay up and maintain her balance. Giving her pussy one final lick, I snatched up all of the last drops of her sweet dew and slowly pulled my face from between her ass. 

Catching my breath, I used my hand to wipe my face of any excess juice my tongue might have missed. Sitting down on my ass, I propped myself up with my arms as I watched Kirsten regain her breath, her fingers tightly gripping the curtains so hard that I was afraid they would fall off. Kirsten's slowly let go of them, her arms falling limply to her sides as she bent over, her blonde hair covering her face as she turned around to face me, her cute ass pressed against the window sill.

"Eliza, that was the best EVER!" she said with a weak and tired smile. "I've never cum so much in my life,"

I smiled back at her, seductively tracing my tongue around my lips. "Good. Because you're going to need all the experience you can get in a few hours,"

My comments seemed to wake Kirsten from a trance like orgasmic state. "Oh yeah, I totally forgot,"

Standing up, I took her hand and lifted her off the window sill. Her breasts jiggled against the fabric of the corset.

"Well, I think you are good for the next few hours or so. But now we really need to get going," 

Kirsten pushed her breasts back into the top. "Ok. Just give me a few minutes to pack and change. I can't very well into the airport dressed like this,"

"No, you'll give all those airport screeners something to do, and right now we can't afford the time for what I'm sure would be a full 'cavity search'. GO get ready, but hurry up. Our plane leaves in about two hours,"

Kirsten did a mock military salute at me, touching her finger to her forehead. I watched as she bounded up the stairs to grab some things. Yes, this will work out just fine, I thought to myself.

PETTY'S STORY:

I am an addict. Since my encounter recently with Britney Spears and her assistant, I have come to accept this fact about myself. At first I denied it, writing it off as just taking advantage of opportune situations. But in the past few days, the truth has become undeniable to me.

What I crave more than anything is sex. Sex with women, sex with men, sex with anyone. While waiting in an elevator to go to the second floor of a mall, I found myself obsessing and growing aroused by a man riding in the elevator with me. Before I knew what had hit me, I had hit the emergency stop and was on top of him, my skirt hiked up around my waist and the all too willing guy plunging his cock deep into my craving pussy. After he came in me, no more than five minutes later, this stranger simply smirked at me and pulled his pants up, fastening them just in time as the elevator started up again and a whole crowd of people stepped on.

Women too, aren't exactly free from my cravings. When I walk down the street, I find myself mentally undressing them as they pass, making "mistakes" and accidentally tripping into their chest or ass, feeling it up casually with my hand, just for the thrill of it. It's something I can't stop doing it seems, sex always racing through my mind at the most unusual moments. Every time I even think about my beach encounter with Britney, I have to desperately fight off the urge to go some place quiet and masturbate myself to orgasm. 

The drugs aren't helping things either. Like the sex, at first I was in denial about my craving and need for them, especially the cocaine, but more and more I find myself getting high and doing anything I can to keep that feeling up. I sniff a little right when I wake up, and some before I go to sleep, letting the pleasant numbness wire me awake until I pass out asleep in my bed with whomever I might have happened to drag home with me that night. The feeling, the rush, is indescribable, so much so that it has become sadly (and admittedly a little scarily) who I am. Cutting a hole in one of my necklaces, I always keep it ready and full with the coke for in case the opportunity strikes.

Sex and drugs, that's all that is ever on my mind. I am an addict and I want them both bad - sex to replace the feelings I have when I'm not high, and the drugs for when I'm not thinking or having sex. Part of my mind is screaming at me, telling me to stop, but I feel like a prisoner and robot inside my own body, my impulses taking advantage of me whenever they choose.

Which brings me to today. After smoking a very nice joint and zoning out on the couch to watch my video on MTV, my worn out body begging for any kind of rest, the phone rang. Struggling amongst the pile of discarded clothes and half dirty dishes that littered my living room floor to find it, I finally picked it up on the fifth ring.

"Hello?"

"Petty, hey, it's Rick Dugans,"

Rick was my agent. Since I signed with Antamount, they had advised me to get an agent immediately, just to handle my day to day affairs. And strangle enough, Rick had given me a call on my cell phone just a few minutes after leaving my meeting at Antamount. I would have thought it a little odd, had I not been buzzing at the time. 

He was a decent guy, if a bit of a slimeball, the equivalent of an ambulance chaser in the talent world. Rick ran Spin It records on the side, but mostly spent his time managing musicians like me. I had heard that he got into it once with another agent over who was going to control Christina Aguilera, but that was a while ago and quite frankly, I didn't really care. He didn't ask for much in money, he just wanted to be in control. And given my inexperience, that was something I was willing to concede.

"Hi Rick, what's up?" I said, grabbing a cigarette from my almost empty pack and lighting it up as he spoke.

"Got a gig for ya," he said, his voice sounding somewhat excited.

"Oh really? This better not be some shitty benefit or something like that," I said. "I don't do charity, and you better tell the people that I want the money up front,"

"Woah, easy Petty, you haven't even let me explain,"

"Sorry about that Rick, I guess I can be a little bitchy sometimes. I just want to make sure I get my fair share, that's all,"

"Understandable. But listen, this will be perfect for you, I promise. It's a national, live primetime spot on...get this...the American Music Awards!"

I exhaled a stream of smoke "You mean the wanna-be Grammys?"

Rick grunted into the phone.

"You know, for someone who is still wet behind the ears, you are being pretty damn picky,"

"Yeah, well, second tier music shows aren't really something to wet my panties over,"

"This is just a stepping stone Petty. First the AMA's, then the Grammy's. A year from now, who knows where you will be. I've already cleared it with Antamount...so are you interested?"

"Who else is performing?"

"Who else is...Jesus Petty, don't look a gift horse in the mouth," Rick replied, sounding a bit flustered. "I think they have some rappers, that one guy...what's his name, M&Ms or something, and Shania Twain and a few others,"

At the mention of Shania Twain, I actually DID feel my panties grow wet beneath the sweatpants that I wore. A beautiful woman like her, and me just a few feet away backstage...

"Alright, I'll do it. When is it?"

"Wednesday night. It's in LA this year, so you don't have to worry about a plane. They are having rehearsals Tuesday and,"

"I don't need to rehearse. I'm perfectly fine and ready," I snapped back at him. "Or are you doubting my talent?"

"No, I'm not Petty. But look, you can't be a diva about something like this. You have no idea who I had to blow to get this for you,"

I laughed. "That's a pretty funny image Rick, you on your knees blowing someone,"

Rick sighed. "Be serious about this Petty,"

"Yeah yeah, I know. Sorry, it was just a joke. You need to lighten up and relax,"

"And YOU need to stop smoking so much. You keep it up, you'll be sounding like Bob Dylan and all the other gravely voiced singers out there in no time,"

"I'll take that under consideration, thanks,"

"You do that,"

"Alright Rick, gotta go," I said, lifting the phone from my ear, ready to push the button to hang up on him. "Call me if something changes, I'll be there,"

And then I did just that - hung up on him that is - before he could say another word. Setting the phone down on the floor, I reached over to the table and picked up the remainder of a blunt, grabbing a lighter from the table with it and lay back down on the couch.

Inhaling sharply on the rough weed, I let the smoke trail from my mouth as I smiled to myself. The American Music Awards certainly were a start. But if I was lucky, there would be other benefits to showing up besides being on national TV.

ALEX'S STORY:

Stepping inside of Antamount, I was understandably apprehensive. But things seemed to be like any other normal day - phones were ringing, people were scurrying back and forth, going about their routine. For a brief moment, I thought that my fear that they had found out my involvement in the Vegas incident was unfounded, that what they learned from Katherine was - selfishly, I'll admit - not connected to me. I trusted Katherine when she said that she didn't say anything about me but one could never be too careful.

But any hope I had quickly dissipated as I walked towards the set where the casting had taken place and where the script reading was. Opening the door, I was startled to see the room completely empty, the lights off and the room looking very undisturbed. Curious, I shut the door behind me and walked out. Perhaps they had moved it.

Walking up to the secretary at the desk, I placed my hands on the desk and put my face near hers as she spoke on the phone, hoping my forwardness would get her attention. Instead, she looked up at me, annoyed.

"Yes?"

"Has the set for 'An Amerikan Family' been moved?" I asked, smiling now.

"No, the production was shut down last night,"

I stepped back from the desk, caught off guard by this. I knew that I hadn't been around for a while, but one would think that they would have the common courtesy to let me know that my movie, my life's work, had been stopped!

"What the hell?" I said, my voice rising a bit. "Why was it shut down?"

"I'm not sure sir, but I was told by my superiors that the production has been put on hiatus until further notice,"

"And who is your superior? I want to talk to him right now!" I said, clenching my fists tightly.

"Sir, if you will please calm down..."

"I'm not calming down until I get some answers, damn it! Who do I need to speak with about this?"

"I will ask you one more time sir and then I will call security,"

I took a different approach. "Where is Mr. Hapsboro?"

"I'm afraid Mr. Hapsboro is unavailable at the moment sir,"

I gritted my teeth to hide my frustration. My mind raced over what was happening, and like a roulette wheel, it stopped on the cold fact that they HAD found me out after all. And this was there way of stopping me.

"That's not good enough," I said, turning towards the elevator. I walked over towards it quickly, pushing the button. "He's in his office right now, isn't he?"

"Sir, you can not see Mr. Hapsboro at this time!" the secretary said, rising slightly from her desk. I pushed on the elevator button repeatedly, trying to get it down to this floor more quickly. 

"I'm going up there right now, and if he isn't there then there will be hell to pay! Mark my words!" I yelled at the secretary as I watched the lights above the elevator blink down slowly, one by one. She didn't hear me however, as she was already speaking frantically into the phone. 

The elevator finally reached the bottom floor and as it began to open, I put my hands in it's slot, trying to pull it open more quickly. Big mistake. For as the door opened, my luck suddenly changed. Standing there in the elevator were two very large (even for someone my size) security guards. I heard the crackle and hiss on one of their shoulder radios.

"...large build white male trying to go upstairs..."

As soon as the guards saw me trying to pry open the doors, their hands instinctively went up and I felt one put his hands directly on my shoulders and push me backward, away from the door. I had been putting all my weight into opening the door, so when he shoved me, I lost my footing and stumbled backwards on me feet as he shoved me hard away from the elevator while the other one reached in and pulled out a billy club, holding it away from his body and over his head in a menacing way. 

Tumbling backwards, I was crushed into the wall as the large guard put all his weight against me and held me firm against the wall.

"Sir, stop what you are doing right now!" he barked in my face, little specks of spittle flying out from his hard face. His hands were on the base of my shoulders now, pinning me against the wall, immobilizing my arms as he yelled at me.

All of this happened in just a few seconds, and before I knew it I was being spun around backwards with arms sharply behind my back. The pressure on my shoulders from such a sharp move was staggering, as I was thrust forward on me feet down the hall. The one with the billy club was behind me, leading me out towards the door as my body loped forward with heavy footsteps.

The front door opened and suddenly I was outside and in the parking lot, the hard gravel beneath my feet. With a hard push, the man holding onto my arms let me go and I went tumbling to the ground, managing to catch myself with my elbows as my arms skidded on the pavement, the sharp pain of freshly torn skin racing up my arms. Rolling onto my side, I turned my head to look up at them.

"You have two minutes to exit the premise sir or we will call the police," the one with the club said, while the other one glared down at me, catching his breath.

I stuck my hand up and shot them the bird as I balanced myself on my elbows. The one with the club reared back like he was going to swing at me but the larger one caught him by the arm and kept him from swinging on me.

"No, we were told no blood, remember?"

I scrambled to me feet and wiped my coat off, glancing down at my arms to see my torn sports coat. Adjusting my jacket sarcastically, I backed away from them for a few steps before turning and walking away, spitting at the ground to show my displeasure.

What had he meant "no blood", I thought to myself angrily. Had they planned on throwing me out from the get go?

I walked back towards my car, my mind more full of questions than before when suddenly I heard running behind me, coming in my direction. I waited until it was just a few steps behind me and then turned quickly on my heel, in a defensive position for whatever these two neanderthals would do to me.

Luckily, I managed to catch myself before I swung. Out of breath and just a few feet from me, scared it seemed by the look on my face, was Mila Kunis. She stopped suddenly in her tracks, her eyes wide with fear.

"Alex?" she said, her voice a mixture of fear, apprehension and surprise. 

Adrenaline rushing through my veins, I struggled to control myself and subdue my "fight or flight" instincts. Running a hand through my tousled hair out of habit, I cleared my throat.

"Mila, what are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you!" she said, her eyes still watching me nervously. "Did you hear?"

"About the movie? Yes, I was just forcibly shown that I'm no longer welcome," I said. I followed Mila's eyes as they moved down to my arms and my tattered sleeves.

"Oh God, Alex, you're bleeding!"

I too glanced down at them, my mind just now registering my injury. "Yeah, I am. But I'm alright, just some road rash,"

Mila reached out an arm to touch me but then thought better of it.

"Listen, I just found out last night that the movie was cancelled. Doesn't that strike you as strange?"

I glanced over Mila's head and saw the two guards walking quickly towards me. I looked back down at her.

"Yes it does Mila, but let's talk about this somewhere else ok? We are about to have company,"

Mila turned her head towards what I was looking at and then looked quickly at me again.

"Ok. Let's go,"

I began to walk the next two rows to my car with Mila following close by my side. Opening the car door, I jumped into the driver's seat and started up the ignition as Mila climbed in as well. Her long brown hair swished across her face as I caught a whiff of her perfume from the quick movement. Backing out of the lot, I headed towards the exit, looking in my rear view mirror to see the two guards stopped, hands on their hips, watching me go.

Getting back into traffic, Mila glanced out her window and the back window nervously.

"Here, take a left up here. I know a quiet place we can talk,"

Following her directions, I turned down a narrow alley way, my car managing to squeeze by with a few feet to spare on the side. Stopping the car halfway down, I cut the engine and glanced up into the rearview mirror, breathing a sigh of relief that no one had followed us.

"Get out of the car," Mila said to me, a look of seriousness on her face. "They might have bugged it,"

I opened my mouth to protest, but then I realized that she was probably right. We stepped out of the car and stood facing each other in front, cars whizzing by as morning traffic turned to lunch hour traffic a few yards down from where we were.

"Now, like I was saying - I got a call last night from Jack Furrow last night, telling me that until further notice, the movie was cancelled. I immediately called my agent and had him start to raise hell, but the more I thought about what Furrow said to me, and the suddenness in which it had happened, the more your words about a conspiracy and all that began to sink in," Mila said, taking my hand in her small hand as her eyes locked with mine.

"Mila, I really didn't want to get you involved in this. You know that right?" I asked, still nervous about our location. Even back here, we were still in the open quite a bit.

"Yeah, I know but I'm a big girl and can handle it. What I want to know though, is how serious are things now? Why did they cancel the movie? Are you in danger?"

"I don't know exactly, to be honest. A few nights ago, my girlfriend Katherine Heigl was abducted when she was going home. Gordon Hapsboro was in the car that took her and, while I'll save you the gory details, let's just say that they let her know that she was stepping into some serious trouble if she continued down the road, if she kept digging for things with me,"

"What have you found?"

"So far, nothing concrete. Everything is circumstantial and coincidental. Did you hear about the four actresses who got arrested in Las Vegas a few weeks back?"

Mila's brow furrowed. "No, not one word,"

"Exactly. That was caused by me and Katherine, we set them - the Rose Petals - up for a crime. It played out perfectly, except that Willis and his men had the LVPD wrapped around their finger and sprung them free within hours,"

"How do you know it was them?" Mila asked.

"I don't have anything to prove it as of yet, but that's what I'm working on right now. All of this has happened really quickly - the arrests, Katherine getting taken and now the movie getting shut down. There is just too much happening in too short amount of time for it all to be a coincidence. Willis knows that I'm going after him, trying to stop him from controlling women like this, and that's the reason the movie got shut down. It was a warning shot,"

"Well, I'll tell you what I know. A few days after our little encounter on the set, Eliza Dushku came up to me and invited me to a party. Some real formal thing where a whole bunch of actresses were going to be. I told her I would think about it and check my schedule, all of that. Then she goes missing for a few days and I think the party got cancelled or something. So I take it that she was in Las Vegas when all of that stuff happened?"




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 06



I smiled at her. "You pick up quick. Yes, Eliza was there. She is the second highest person in the Rose Petals, with only Salma Hayek ahead of her. She was in Vegas bringing in a new member and that's when things got real complicated,"

Mila digested all this for a second, then spoke again.

"What are you going to do now?"

Looking absently around the alley way, at all the strewn garbage and the cloudy sky overhead, I sighed.

"Right now, I don't know. The best plan I can come up with is to keep trying at Antamount, through whatever means I can, to try and get something incriminating, something solid that I can use. Getting thrown out today is a set back for sure, but I'm sure I'll come up with something,"

Mila giggled, her laugh startling me a bit.

"This is all so cool, if you don't mind me saying. Real Cloak & Dagger kind of stuff, with secret conspiracies and spying and all that. I can't believe it's really happening,"

"Neither can I Mila. I just wish it wasn't,"

She stepped up to me, a sultry look on her face. "You know, if there is anything I can do to help out the cause...just let me go. Secret Agent Kunis, reporting for duty," she said, making a mock salute at her forehead.

I laughed. "Thanks. But how do I know I can really trust you?"

"Let me give you some incentive. I never did get a chance to prove myself to you you know," she said, stepping up to me. I looked down at her small face, her pink colored bottom lip being bitten by her teeth. Our eyes locked and she stood on her tip toes, kissing me. Her lips were soft, just like I remembered them. As she pressed her body against mine, my towering frame looming over her, I felt her small form and it's heat seeping out through her clothing.

Our kiss became more passionate, and I felt my arms instinctively move down to her back. I knew Mila was a sweet girl, just trying to help and try as I might, especially with all the stress of Antamount, I found myself growing more and more aroused as our tongues mingled with one another. It had been a while since I really felt the feel of a warm woman in my arms, and the excitement I felt kissing her there in that dingy alley way was far more intense than I would have first thought.

My hands slid down her back to her ass, cupping each cheek in my hands as I squeezed the soft globes, Mila's hot breath caressing my cheek. The locale was certainly not the most erotic place for such a passionate kiss to take place, but as my hormones began to take over, reality and the problems I was facing began to melt away. 

Holding her in my arms, I leaned my weight into her, causing her to step backward as her small ass bumped into the hood of my car. I broke the kiss for just a moment, long enough to just look around and make sure we were really alone and not to be spotted, before burying my mouth onto her neck, tasting her soft and warm flesh against my lips.

Mila moaned as she leaned further back onto the car. For the first time I noticed her outfit - a knee length denim skirt and a spaghetti strap baby blue top that hung delicately on her frame, the outline of her young breasts visible against the fabric, her nipples growing hard from our embrace.

Shrugging off my sports coat, I let it fall to the dirty ground as I placed my arms on Mila's shoulders, holding her down as my weight pressed against her body, the car groaning along with us as it bent to our weight. Mila's soft brown hair splayed out on the hood as her hands caressed my chest, moving down nimbly to my belt buckle, undoing it expertly as she took it off in one quick, fluid motion. Mila lifted her head back up and began to kiss me again, running one hand against my cheek as I struggled out of my pants, unzipping them as they fell down to my thighs.

Lifting myself up slightly, I moved my hands up Mila's smooth legs, sliding them up to the hem of her skirt, pushing it up roughly around her waist. With every movement we each made, it became not a conscience act of love making, but more about lust as each second went by. Her matching blue panties were slightly damp from the excitement, our conversation (not to mention the arousal of possibly being caught) truly turning her on. Between her legs, I could make out the slight brown patch of pubic hair covering her sex, the rough and dark color of it seeming to strain to get out of her panties.

I moved my hand up to her left breast, squeezing it roughly in my hand as I palmed her small globe, the feel of her young flesh radiating through the top. Mila lifted herself up slightly off the hood, her body now almost completely on it (except for her cute, tennis shoe clad feet hanging off the front bumper) as she rotated her shoulder and let one side of the garment fall off just enough to almost expose her breast.

The sight of her near bare chest excited me tremendously as I ground my hips into hers, letting her feel my excited manhood between her legs as she wrapped her thighs around me. There was just one final obstacle in the way for us, and I quickly dispatched it, pushing her panties aside with my thumb to expose her wet pussy in the dark light of the alley way. 

Reaching her hand down, Mila's fingers squeezed my cock through my boxers as she held it tightly in her hand. Slipping two fingers inside, I almost came from just the feel of her touch on my prick. Still holding it, she pulled it out into the air, the entire length twitching and leaking a bit of precum as it sprang free. My balls fell out of my boxers as well, leaving both of us exposed in this alley way in the middle of a busy day in LA. Neither one of us seemed to care though - whether it was her enthusiasm and seemingly pure desire to just help out in destroying Antamount, or my sudden understanding of the desperate relief I craved, the sound of the city just faded away from around us and we were entranced by one another.

Staring down into her deep brown eyes, Mila didn't have to say a word to me, the message was clear: she wanted me to fuck her, and fuck her NOW. I broke my gaze and looked down to watch her small hand guide my prick towards her spread and waiting legs, her pussy lips aroused in the excitement, the dampness of her pushed aside panties sticking to her skin by her opening. Thrusting my hips forward ever so slightly, I moaned in pleasure as the tip of my dick made contact with her hot sex, Mila rubbing it up and down along her outer lips for a moment before finally releasing it and letting me take the final step. With a loud grunt and a fierce grip on her ass, I did just that and entered her.

Mila cried out in a scream so loud it echoed down the alley way as I plunged entirely into her in one quick and rapid motion. The feeling of her snatch overwhelmed me, making me feel weak in the knees: her young, tight pussy was gripping me so hard I felt like I was in a vise. As I burrowed further and further into her, the tip of my prick touching the back of her inner wall, I felt my balls slam against her ass as the entire car rocked from our motion.

Animal lust took over for Mila as well, as she wrapped her legs tightly around me, holding me deep inside of her body as I slowly began to remove my dick from inside of her, her pussy lips clinging to my shaft reluctantly, not wanting to let go. Her death grip around my waist eased up a bit as she allowed me to pull out of her, but like a vortex sucking me in, I was very quick to thrust myself right back inside of her, a gasp escaping her lips.

Moving my hand to her chest, I pulled aside her top and began to fondle her breasts. Her exotic colored skin - a deeper shade of color than my own - made her breasts seem like two smooth mounds of clay, soft and pliable to my touch. Her pink nipples were hard as they jutted from her small breasts, the tips seeming to throb as I caressed them with my finger tips. I could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest as I began to move very slightly in and out of her, my body acting on it's own as I pushed harder and harder into her pussy. Mila's body rocked beneath me as I groped at her chest, my own body pressed against hers as she bit playfully at my shoulder, suppressing a cry of ecstasy.

I could feel her aroused clit rubbing against my shaft as I pushed in and out of her, the soft sound of her wet snatch slightly audible in the empty alleyway. Pulling my cock out from her all the way, I looked down and admired the erotic sight of it, covered in her juices and excitement, the purple-ish tip of my cockhead wet and throbbing as I again slid it into her. Mila shivered beneath me as I did this, the rapid thrust enough to set off a minor orgasm between her legs, her juices flowing out from her. As I continued to fuck her, much more heatedly and rapidly now, her body relaxed from her orgasm and seeming to beg me on as it molded and twitched with my every move, I felt the pressure in my balls grow tremendously, pushing me toward cumming.

Struggling not to shoot too soon, it was a futile effort - the possibility for relief from all the tension and the complete willingness of Mila to give herself over to me was just too much to bear. Grunting, I took hold of Mila's hips one last time, lifting her up by the small of her back as I stepped backward, fully impaling her on my prick. Her tight snatch slid downward on my shaft until I was buried deep inside her to the fullest. As the tip of my shaft made contact with her cervix, the soft feel of it rubbing against my sensitive cock head, I exploded in orgasm, shooting multiple streams of long pent up cum deep inside of Mila, coating her inner walls with my seed.

Mila moaned as I bounced her up and down on my shaft, feeling the sticky cum drench her pussy walls as our mingled juices slid down her legs. My cock twitching a few more times, my orgasm finally began to subside after about ten long, thick shots of cum were emptied into her. It was not necessarily the best orgasm of my life, but it was certainly one of the most needed - I felt as if a tremendous weight was lifted off my shoulders as I panted, slowly setting Mila's small ass on the hood of the car. Mila stood up on wobbly legs, pulling her panties back on to soak up our juices as she smoothed out her skirt. I leaned back against the alley wall, sliding my boxers back on and my pants back up as we both recovered from this instance of arousal that had over taken us. I felt a shiver of excitement down my spine as I realized now that through out the entire affair, we could have been caught by anyone at any time. This made it seem all the more erotic and I smiled at the thought of what getting caught might mean. With my career, which had seemed so promising, now in serious jeopardy, getting caught for fucking someone like Mila in a dingy alley way wouldn't have been my biggest concern at all.

"What's so funny?" Mila asked, sliding the straps of her top back over her smooth shoulders.

"Oh nothing. I was just thinking of how risky that whole thing just was,"

Mila grinned. "I know, that's why I did it. Gives the whole spy thing a lot more flare, don't you think?"

"If you mean do I feel like James Bond, then the answer would be yes," I replied.

"Hmm...I wonder what my Bond girl name should be," Mila said, walking over to me as she helped me buckle my belt and fix my shirt. "I know Pussy Galore is taken..."

"How about Ivana Fuckalot?" I said, laughing.

"Hehe, I like that one. Now, how about taking Ivana to get some lunch? We can talk things over more then,"

"Certainly Ms. Fuckalot, it would be my pleasure," I said as we both got into the car, as I started it up and backed out of the alley way. The future was grim to be certain - but for now, the present wasn't half bad at all.

KATHERINE'S STORY:

The "branding" job Antamount had done on me was causing me a bit more problems than I thought. For starters, I had no idea how women with nipple rings got anything done. Even just moving around the house, carrying things or accidentally bumping into walls, any tension or feeling against my nipple would cause me to stop and gasp suddenly, the pleasure striking me like a lightning bolt. I hated myself tremendously for being aroused by such a horrible thing - especially one that was forced on me - but the thought of just taking them out and then getting caught by one of their goons was too much of a risk, and frightened me tremendously. 

Having no hair to cover my pussy was also quite embarrassing. As the hair started to grow back a bit, I found it to be rather itchy and uncomfortable, having to constantly stick my hand in my pants to scratch at it. This of course contributed to making me very aroused. I'm sure that was there entire intention by doing it - to make me think about sex all the time - but in spite of myself I had to admit that they were doing a damn good job.

The best solution I could come up with was to wear just baggy sweat pants and a t-shirt that was much too large. Baggy clothes were less likely to arouse me, and that was something I could certainly do without.

I had slowly recovered from the trauma of the event, though my lashing out at Alex made me feel very guilty. I was still mad at him for trying to be so stubborn in getting his way, not seeing the forest for the trees, but I knew that deep down he didn't want me to get hurt and really just wanted to stop these bastards.

Still though, I hardly felt like doing much other than sitting around watching television, which was what I happened to be doing when the phone rang. Padding on the floor over to get it, I picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Is Alex in?" a soft female voice said in the phone.

"No, he's not. Whose calling?" I said, suddenly feeling a little suspicious about this.

"Do you know when he will be back or where I can reach him?"

"Who wants to know?" I said, trying to place the voice. I knew it from somewhere...

"Thank you," she said and then the phone went dead. Staring at it for a moment, my curiosity got the best of me and I dialed *69 to try and get the number who just called.

"The number who just called was 555-1215...if you would like to call this," the computerized voice said before I cut it off, just pushing one and having them dial the number.

After the second ring, a gruff voice picked up the phone.

"This is Charlie,"

I suddenly felt very confused, and my surprise must have registered in my voice.

"Charlie? Is that you? This is Katherine,"

"Hi Katherine," he said, his voice suddenly becoming softer. "What's going on?"

"Well, a woman just called here and she wouldn't tell me who she was and so I did a *69 to find out and the number that it connected me to was you. Did someone there just call me?"

There was a pause on the phone. "Uh, listen Katherine...someone did just call you. In fact she's standing right here. There's something we need to discuss with you, is it possible for you to come down here like, right now?"

"Who called here Charlie?" I asked, a growing bit of anger in my voice.

"I don't really want to say over the phone Katherine, if you catch my drift. Just trust me on this, it relates to you and Alex. I know someone who wants to help you but I need your cooperation in getting her here,"

"Charlie, you know I love you but you aren't making a whole hell of a lot of sense,"

"Look Katherine, I don't want to stay on the line too long. Just come to my office as soon as you can," he said and then he too hung up the phone. 

Standing there holding the receiver - again - I slammed it back down. Rage coursed through my veins - this thing was never going to stop unless I saw to it that it DID stop. Whatever Charlie wanted, it seemed obvious that it was pretty hush hush stuff. Walking into my bedroom, I gingerly removed my t-shirt and began to dress.

If what Charlie said was true, then this might be the best chance yet to put an end to this nightmare - all the help we can get is just what we need.

KIRSTEN'S STORY:

Shivering a bit as I climbed into the backseat of the cab, I turned around to look out of the frost covered back window at Eliza, standing there waving as I left. I waved back and blew her a kiss as the driver pulled away from the airport, heading into the city.

Eliza's plan, while ambitious, was certainly something I thought I could pull off. If we played it out right, and things fell into place like I hoped, not only would our little "mission" be successful, but Eliza and myself would both get quite a bit of enjoyment out of things.

I sat back in the cab, looking out at the light snow falling on the city of Boston. Though I was an East Coast girl, I never really had taken to the cold weather of the north east. There were quite a few very bitter Jersey winters growing up and even being here in Boston for a few days made me long immediately for the much more mild California weather.

As the driver drove onward, I reached into my purse and took out a compact, admiring myself in the small mirror. My hair had been pulled back in a pony tail and I only had the slightest bit of blush and lipstick on. I didn't want to look obvious as a celebrity - being dolled up completely would draw attention to myself. Still though, I had to at least look attractive enough to her when we were alone. Putting on a light shade of pink lipstick as a touch up, I smacked my lips together and put the compact back in my purse, settling back onto the seat, the stale air of the cab blowing on me. Well, I thought; at least it was warm.

Further into the city, I noticed that the cab driver - a middle aged black man - kept looking at me in the rear view mirror. When I caught his gaze during his quick looks, I held it, smiling at him.

"You're Mary Jane, aren't you?" he asked, his voice hard to make out over the low din of the radio.

"Yep, that's me," I said, smiling my best Hollywood smile at him. Since "Spiderman", the constant stream of fans of the movie had seemed to never end.

"Wow, I can't believe I'm giving a ride to you! What are you in town for, the sequel?"

"No, that's not shooting for a while yet," I replied. "I'm here on...business,"

"That's nice. I hope you enjoy Boston. Though to be honest, I would think someone like you would have a whole entourage and not need a cab driver like me to drive you around,"

"Well, I like to travel like other people sometimes," I said with a sigh. "How much further by the way?"

I had noticed that we were further into the city now, the streets lined with people coming and going like any other city. The buildings here were a mixture of old and new, which really wasn't surprising given the history of Boston.

"Yes ma'mm, almost there. Harvard Square you said, right?"

"Yes, thank you,"

We drove on in silence for another ten minutes or so before the car began to slow and then finally stop by the curb near a wide open courtyard like thing. Having traveled across the country on short notice, now I could really get to work. I got out of the cab and paid the man, who really was just a star struck joe whose day I probably made, and then scrawled on the back of my plane ticket stub an autograph for him. He waved good bye to me and I stepped onto the curb and zipped up my jacket, scanning the crowd as the bitter wind began to pick up, making my ears ache in pain from the cold.

I was in Boston in search of Natalie Portman. I knew that, with school still in, she would be somewhere on this side of town, attending classes at Harvard. Once I found her, it would probably take quite a bit of charm - something I felt confident that I could do - to get her to abandon her plans for the day and travel around with me.

Being short like her, it wasn't difficult to mingle in with the crowd and search her out. The hardest part however, was the fact that she really blended in with people because of her insistence on living a normal life away from all the spectacle of Hollywood. I remembered hearing her in an interview say that if she wasn't famous, she would be just another girl with brown hair, going about her life. This I very much doubted but as I strained to look for her as I walked around the Square and towards Harvard's campus, her words seemed all too truthful.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 06



I would recount my trek around the city, past seemingly endless amounts of students and professors and regular people as I tried to blend in with the crowd, but there really wasn't much to tell. After two hours of searching, having walked around in circles more than once (I couldn't stop and ask someone for directions on where to go for fear of being recognized), the sky was starting to get dark and the weather was turning more cold and my hopes of finding her today were growing more and more dim.

I was just about to give up and call Eliza, have her come pick me up, when something caught my eye. Wearing a long black trench coat and huddled over a cup of coffee, a book in her lap, I saw a short woman of Natalie's build and appearance sitting off on a park bench, a street light over head as a couple sat, arguing with one another, at the other end of the bitch. Lifting a mittened hand to turn the page of her book, Natalie seemed oblivious to the rest of the world around her, her body hunched over to try and keep warm as she read. 

Someone bumped into me from behind, suddenly jarring me out of my transfixed state of studying her as the quite rude person passed by, muttering something about "getting out of the way bitch". I let it go without incident but then slowly began to walk forward, out of the line of pedestrian traffic as I continued to observe the girl on the bench. Though I was standing across the street from her, with cars driving by between us, I quickly realized that my assumption had been right. There was something about the way she held herself, even the way she sipped her coffee that conveyed not only poise but also some unexplainable trait that made her stand out. With a growing realitization, I understood it to be grace: how someone like her could simply sit on a park bench and read a book and yet still make it look calculated and practiced, without any effort whatsoever.

You might think I was jealous of Natalie, and to be honest I think I was, at least professionally. Though we had both grown up somewhat the same: she from New York, me from New Jersey, both of us starting to act as children, part of me deep down resented how she had been able to hand pick her roles as an actress almost from day one while I had done many many many crummy movies and commercials. Still though, I knew that she was just another person and that fate had just dealt her a different hand than me. Neither of us were really struggling for work and we both had achieved huge success, so that was something to be proud of in spite of how we had done it. There was also something about Natalie's look that I resented - how she was so beautiful, so effortlessly and how even though I too was considered to be quite beautiful, her look was one that would turn heads, if given the right amount of attention.

Shrugging off this growing sense of jealousy, I focused my mind on more immediate tasks. Namely, getting myself over there and distracting her. Glancing around the street, there were no really big distractions that I could cause or anything to draw attention to myself. To pull this off would require some actual acting, with some very careful scripting.

Taking a deep breath, I moved to the crosswalk and crossed the street, my gaze focused on Natalie, who had not looked up once since I observed her. Once on the same side of the street as her, I quickly formulated a way to get her attention. It wasn't the most elegant thing, but it would certainly work. 

My heart beating in my chest more from excitement at what would (hopefully) come than fear of looking dumb, I slowly opened my purse, leaving the top flap open as I walked just a few feet from Natalie now, my purse on my arm. 

"Oops!" I said, dropping my purse to the ground in front of Natalie as I feigned tripping, the contents of the purse spilling out in front of her feet. Bending down to pick it up, I glanced up at Natalie, who had finally looked up from her book to see me down on the ground in front of her. At first her face did not register anything, but as our eyes met, it suddenly dawned on her who I was. Holding her place with her finger, Natalie closed the book around her hand.

"Kirsten Dunst?" she asked, studying me.

"Natalie Portman?" I replied, doing my best to act surprised at seeing her.

"Wow, it really is you!" Natalie said, a smile crossing her face. I felt my heart skip a beat as she smiled at me, a beautiful sight to behold without doubt.

"I guess it is me, though I am not always this clumsy," I said, gathering up the few contents of my purse and putting them back into it.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her attention now focused on me.

"Oh, I'm in town visiting some friends. I had some time to kill before they got back from work so I was just walking around the city," I said, now kneeling on my knees in front of her, my purse in my lap.

"Really? That's great. Wow, you know for two people who were all the rage this past summer, I think this is the first time we have actually met," Natalie said.

"I think so too. And talk about a weird circumstance, me just falling to my feet in front of you," I said with a smile.

"No doubt," Natalie said. She extended her hand. "Do you need some help?"

"I think I've got it alright, thank you," I replied. "But could you give me a hand up?"

Natalie nodded and I took her hand, lifting myself back up so that I was looking down at her. Natalie folded the corner on her book and put it beside her, looking up at me.

"So, what are you up to?" I asked, shifting my bag on my shoulder.

"Well, I just got done with finals yesterday so I've spent today doing some shopping and just relaxing. You wouldn't believe how much more tiring being in school is than actually being on a set,"

"I know. Sometimes I wish I had gone on to college, but since my career is really at a high point right now, I don't think my agent or parents would let me,"

Natalie laughed. "Yes, agents can be tricky. How long are you in town for?"

"Oh, just a few days. I have to get back to LA soon to do some screen testing and script reading,"

"What are you working on right now?"

"Well, I'm trying to decide on roles at the moment. I'm sure you know how that goes. I have Spiderman 2 coming soon to start shooting but until then, I'm just trying to pick a good role,"

"I understand," Natalie said. There was a pause in our conversation. "Hey Kirsten, would you like to go get a cup of coffee or something? You look pretty cold and I could go for a refill. If you have the time I mean,"

Bingo. Just the invite I was looking for.

"Sure Natalie, I'd love to. But you'll have to lead the way - I don't know my way around town at all,"

Natalie laughed. "Not a problem. I was lost when I first got here, thinking I would be okay since I knew New York real well, but Boston is laid out totally differently. There is a good coffee shop right around the corner though, if you don't mind walking a few blocks," 

"Not a problem. Besides, I could use the exercise. I think I'm getting fat," I said with a grin as I helped Natalie off of the bench, feeling the heat from her small hand through her mittens. Natalie giggled at my comment. 

"If you're getting fat, then I'm an orca,"

The humorously named coffee shop, Hot Black Injection, was only a few blocks away. Natalie held the door for me as I walked in, shaking off a small pile of snow that had collected on my shoulder. The place was filled with students and professors from Harvard and any of the other thirty or so colleges in Boston and despite my celebrity (and Natalie's), we fit right in as we took a booth near the back. A cute girl came over as our waitress, smiling at Natalie and then looking at me and realizing who I was. The girl's face lit up and I could tell she was about to bubble over with excitement, but Natalie quickly extended her hand on the girls arm.

"No Denise, it's alright. We really don't want a mob of people over here,"

"Sorry Natalie," Denise replied, a look of disappointment on her face. She turned to look at me. "I loved you in 'The Virgin Suicides' though,"

"Thank you," I said with a smile. As she walked away with our order, I breathed a sigh of relief at not getting mobbed by a store full of people. When I looked back over at Natalie, she was shaking her head in a grin as she looked down at the table.

"What's so funny?" I asked, kicking her lightly under the table. Natalie looked up at me with a smirk on her beautiful face, trying not to laugh too much.

"It's just...you should have seen the look on your face when she first recognized you," Natalie said, giggling quietly to herself.

"What, and that doesn't happen to you?" I said, blushing a little at Natalie's comment.

"It did when I first came in here, but all the waiters and waitresses know who I am now so they don't make a big deal out of it. To them, I'm just a student like them who happens to have acted in some movies,"

"'Some movies' of course being on of the biggest film franchises of all time," I shot back, giving Natalie a sly grin as I rolled my eyes.

"Hey, you aren't exactly in a whole bunch of indie films yourself. Remember, 'Spiderman' made more money than the last 'Star Wars' did. That's something to be proud of," 

"I know, you're right. But I have to say Natalie, you're modesty is amazing. I have never met someone from Hollywood who was as grounded as you are," I replied. And it was true - I knew that Natalie was modest, but even talking to her now, it wasn't that hard to believe that she really WAS another student who acted in some movies.

Denise arrived back at the table with our coffees, beaming at me as she set it down. I glanced over her shoulder and saw some waiters in the back chatting with themselve and pointing in our direction. Walking away from the table, I couldn't help but notice Denise's ass as it swished away in a pair of sheer black pants. 

Natalie and I sipped our coffee and talked for the next hour and a half, getting to know each other better. We quickly made a connection with each other, with both of us having had similar experiences in Hollywood - growing up around movie stars, memorizing lines while still trying to stay in school, being the youngest person often times on a movie set, dealing with obsessive fans...by the time we had finished our third cup (and what I presume to be Natalie's fourth), I felt an undeniable bond with Natalie, and I think she felt the same thing. There was just something about talking to her that made me feel like a better person. I can't really describe it, but as our conversation slowly began to wind down, the reality of what I was sent to Boston to do was starting to come back to me now. 

I hadn't really been looking to avoid it, but I was also not really looking forward to it that much. Besides the fact that I didn't think I would actually find her and it would work out that we got talking beyond just a casual hello, the thought of having an agenda when it came to seducing her and getting her to go along with the Rose Petals and their plans really didn't seem fair. Here Natalie was, just living her nice peaceful life, and Eliza and I were supposed to interrupt it. I felt a bit like a heel for having to do it, but I knew that now that the ball was rolling, there was really no stopping it.

Which is not to say that I wasn't attracted to her. I had always thought she was beautiful, but now that I had gotten to know her better, I had become quite intoxicated with her personality and her appearance and I could feel a growing wetness between my legs at the thought of getting her into bed. So innocent, yet so smart and seemingly so worldly...her beauty was pretty rare, as was someone of her intellect, and was something that I found myself sucked in by.

Setting her coffee cup down, Natalie glanced over my shoulder.

"Woah, look at that Kiki," she said, having already adopted my pet nickname earlier in the conversation. "The snow is really coming down hard,"

I turned around and Natalie was indeed right - though not a blizzard, the flakes were falling very fast as the wind blew snow down the street and onto cars and passersby trying to huddle away from the cold. It was a very formidable looking storm and I wasn't really looking forward to going back out in it. A plan on how to push things further with Natalie began to formulate in my head.

"I better call my friends. I don't think I can make it to their place in this weather," I said, looking down at my cell phone as I dialed Eliza's number. She picked up after one ring.

"What's the progress?"

"Hi! This is Kirsten!," I said, trying to keep the conversation from revealing too much. I noticed Natalie wasn't even watching me, instead staring out the window at the snow, her hand on her perfect chin.

"How goes the seduction?" Eliza asked.

"Oh no, I'm fine. Just fine,"

"Good, glad to hear it. When will you bring her to my hotel?"

"Any ways, the reason I called was to say that I can't stay with you tonight,"

Eliza's voice rose an octave. "What?"

"Yeah, I know, I really wanted to. But the weather is really bad outside and I can't get down to your part of town in this snow,"

"Kirsten, you know better than to screw this up!" Eliza hissed. "If the Mistress finds out..."

I, meanwhile, kept my cheery demeanor. "Well, let me give you the name and room of the hotel I'm staying at. Maybe you can come visit me,"

Eliza sighed. "Alright, let me get a pen and paper..."

I waited a few seconds and then said "Ok, ready?"

"Yes, ready. Will I be able to set up the video equipment like we are supposed to?"

"Uh-huh. I've stayed in this hotel before, so it should be all ready to go. I'm staying at the Hilton Boston, room 1119,"

"1119. Good. I will be in 1118, even if I have to kill someone to get that room. Good luck Kirsten and don't screw this up. The video will show everything,"

"Ok, so will I see you while I'm in town do you think?"

"Not till tomorrow. Shit, I really wish I could have you to myself tonight but I know the Rose petals come first,"

"Ok, that's good. Thank you. I'll see you later then?"

"Yes, I'll see you later Kirsten. Just remember no matter what happens, I still love you,"

Hearing those words from Eliza made a lump in my throat, but I managed to swallow it down before I hung up the phone. "You too. Bye,"

Natalie turned to look at me again. "When did you book a hotel room?" she asked, a totally innocent question but one that I now realized caught me in a bit of a trap. I thought real fast on my feet.

"Oh, just now. Didn't you hear me?" I said, lying through my teeth. I had actually reserved the hotel when I thought that I wouldn't be able to find Natalie at all. I had booked a nice fancy room for me and Eliza to share for ourselves, something far better than the cheap one that I knew she had rented to seem "incognito"

"No, I guess not," Natalie said, already a little bored with her own question. "I was just lost in watching the snow fall. It's so beautiful,"

"Not as beautiful as you," I whispered to myself as I continued to study and continued to be amazed by her overall. Eliza loved me, that I was certain. But I was already feeling something between Natalie and I that seemed BEYOND love. Natalie's ears perked up at my comment.

"What did you say?"

"I said 'I think so too'," I said, quickly correcting myself. "Well, I better be going before the weather gets any worse,"

I stood up from the table, putting my coat on and tying my scarf around my neck as Natalie rose with me. 

"Do you know where you're going?" she asked, not so much sounding like a doting mother as just a friend.

"Uh, yeah I think so. I go left and then umm...take a right on this street and then four...no, maybe five blocks east and then..." I said, my arms pointing out in different directions before dropping to my side as I resigned myself to admitting I was lost. "Yeah, I'm pretty much clueless,"

Natalie laughed. "Would you like me to walk you to your hotel Kirsten? I wouldn't trust a cab in this weather,"

"Sure Natalie, that would be great," I said, my heart beat growing faster as I tried to contain my excitement. I had finally discovered what I was feeling. In spite of myself and the overall intention of what things had been, I knew now that I had a crush on Natalie. An undeniable, purely physical attraction to her. And like so many crushees, she was totally clueless.

We left the coffee shop and stepped outside into the immediately blistering cold. I could feel the wind tearing at my cheeks immediately and Natalie, despite being accustomed to the climate, was gritting her teeth against the cold. We walked onward, chit chatting occasionally with an occasional joke or giggle or just casual remark, but for the most part we stayed silent, the wind whipping by us both as the snow began to pile up on street corners and parked cars. Besides a few cars on the road, their lights bright in the light of the dying day, there was hardly any one else out. We saw a pair of homeless people huddled in a doorway to stay out of the wind, both of them sharing a Grande coffee from Starbucks. Natalie reached into her pocket and handed them a small wad of bills, to which they thanked us and smiled as we moved onward.

After about fifteen minutes and 10 blocks (it was further than I thought), we arrived at the hotel, the doorman outside under the awning smiling weakly at us as a strong wind kicked up and almost tore off his hat. He opened the door for us and we stepped inside into the blessedly warm lobby of the hotel. 

Shaking snow off of our coats, Natalie and I rubbed our hands together to try and warm up as we giggled with each other, each laughing at the other and their attempt to get warm. I took off the wool hat that I wore and shook my hair free, the ends damp from the snow outside as Natalie removed her gloves and folded them neatly under her arm.

"Would you like to come up to my room to warm up a bit before going back out?" I asked. Natalie pondered the question for a moment, my eyes intently watching her, my heart secretly hoping she would say yes.

"Well, I do have some other errands to run but...I guess a few minutes wouldn't hurt," she said. I smiled at her, the excitement of taking her to my room running through my body and warming me up in all the right places.

"Ok, just one second. Let me go get checked in, ok?"

"Ok,"

I walked over to the concierge and, after paying for the room and getting my keys, walked back over to Natalie a few minutes later. She had taken a seat on a couch, her hands folded between her legs as she watched a couple across the room whisper and giggle with one another. I stood beside her and followed her vision.

"Isn't that cute? I sometimes wish I had time to date people, I really do,"

I had to bite my tongue as I nodded in agreement. "Yes, they are pretty cute. And don't worry, I'm sure you'll find someone. And when that happens, you'll simply make time for them,"

Natalie looked up at me and rolled her eyes. "Right, like where am I going to find a guy who isn't totally freaked out by me being a celebrity?"

"Who said it had to be a guy?" I said with a smile, poking her in the shoulder to let her know that I was joking, despite the fact that I really wasn't.

"Ha ha, very funny," Natalie said, poking me back as she played off the question. "All set?"

"Yep, follow me,"

We took the elevator up to the 11th floor where my room was. Stepping off, I glanced down the hall and saw nothing there except for a few empty room service trays sitting on the floor. Natalie walked behind me, her small feet barely making a noise on the carpeted floor. I swiped the key through the slot and opened the door, the room dark as I stepped inside.

Flicking on the light switch, the room suddenly lit up and revealed a massive king size bed in the middle of the room, as well as a large tv on a center dresser and the typical table and chairs off by the window and air conditioner. Natalie walked in behind me, shutting the door with a solid thud as she closed it. I stepped further into the room, kicking off my shoes.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 07



A little bit less sex this time around, but I promise the payoff will be very good by series end (I am ending it at Chapter 10). Please send me feedback on this chapter and all chapters of the series. Without your feedback, I have no clue as to whether or not I'm pleasing my readers. Thanks, and enjoy the chapter.

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Just last night, I was reminded of just how bad it had gotten. - Violent Femmes

ALEX'S STORY:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"When are you coming back?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

RACHAEL'S STORY:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

KIRSTEN'S STORY:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 07



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eliza looked over at me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What Kirsten?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

WILLIS' STORY:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

KATHERINE'S STORY:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why are they doing this Katherine?"

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




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 07



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JAIME'S STORY:

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

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

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

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

Opening the file cabinet, I pulled out a small black book with a lock on the side. Reaching into a secret compartment in the desk nearby, I fished out the key and undid the lock. Paging through the book, I quickly looked for a name for someone who could help me alleviate this sexual energy I had.

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

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

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

"Hello?"

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

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

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

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

"Really?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How are things Jaime? Good,"

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

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

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

"Vegas? How did you know about that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 07



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure, no problem,"

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

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

ALEX'S STORY:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 07



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And did they?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The ride was shorter than I thought, probably because traffic had thinned; all the people out now were kids in their souped up racers and girls standing outside of clubs, arguing with the bouncer as they tried to get in. When the car pulled up to the curb in front of a brightly lit bar with only a few people lingering outside, I wondered if this was the place.

Stepping out of the car, I noticed immediately that it was. Off to my right was a small group of photographers, reloading film and chatting amongst themselves as they talked about shots. Paparazzi. They must have known that Jessica was inside, but I guess the owner of the bar wouldn't let them in. Good for him.

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

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




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 08



Without a doubt, this chapter is probably the darkest piece I have ever written, in both theme and what transpires. It may be rough to those of you used to some of my other works but just bear with it...the ride will be worth it. 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.

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Whoever is unjust let him be unjust to
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around
- Johnny Cash


RACHAEL'S STORY:

Despite Alex's best advice, I couldn't really sleep that night. I felt somewhat comforted by the fact that he was coming back - to the US at least - immediately, but even with him on American soil I still felt troubled by the whole thing. My paranoia had gone down somewhat since that first night, but now whenever I thought about what all this meant, I still felt a surge of fear rush through me.

After tossing and turning for a few more hours, I got up around 10 and began my usual morning routine, hoping it would help me get prepared for the day ahead. I really didn't look forward to going to see Gordon Hapsboro in the flesh, but as Alex had said, it was very important that it get done. I changed into a t-shirt and some gym shorts and then went down to the workout room in my house. Doing a few light cardio exercises and a couple of weighted leg lifts, I returned upstairs and took a shower. I was going to fix myself something to eat, but as the growing apprehension began to creep into my psyche more and more, and my stomach began to turn knots a bit, I decided food would not be the best thing for me.

Ok Rachael, just do this thing, I thought to myself. 

Making myself comfortable, I took out my address book of names of stars and started going through alphabetically. The first number was Katherine Heigl's.

Picking up the phone, I listened to the dial-tone for a long moment before taking a deep breath and dialing the number. With each successive ring, I found myself growing more and more nervous, my heart thudding in my chest. It was true. After 10 rings or so and no one answering, I put the receiver down and with a trembling hand, paged over to Mila Kunis' number.

Again, no one was there. That made sense, since both of them had left together - if something was up, they were both in trouble. But what about Jamie Pressly? She was there that night too and after the fight that ensued between her and Alex, I still couldn't quite get over the idea that she might be involved as well. There was just something about the way that she was acting that stuck out in my mind.

I debated about calling her home to see if she was there, but then I realized that if she WAS involved, she could easily trace me back to my house (I didn't give my number to many people). Realizing this, I instead decided I would do the next best thing: scope her house out in person.

Grabbing my keys, I was on the highway in no time towards her small mansion on the outset of LA. As I exited and made my way down her street, I saw a car pull out quickly from what appeared to be her house. Someone was there! Keeping my distance, I waited for a few seconds before slowly starting to follow the green Porsche, its top down and two heads clearly visible.

I let one car get between us but then began to follow the car at a normal rate. At a stoplight, I rolled down my window and looked out. I could definetely make out a blonde head of hair behind the driver's wheel. The light changed and I quickly ducked back in the car - it was her alright, but where was she going?

Heading for the freeway, I decided to follow her. I felt nervous and excited at the same time, wondering what she was up to and why she hadn't been kidnapped or worse like Charlie and Katherine and Mila. Perhaps she really WAS in on it.

I put three car lengths between us as she cruised down the interstate, going at a pretty steady clip for a few miles. When she put her turn signal on, I resisted the immediate urge to do the same, waiting for a few seconds before following her lead and getting off the freeway. 

We were in a residential neighborhood almost immediately of apartment's and small homes. The houses were actually fairly nice (by LA standards any way) and Jamie's car did not look TOO out of place as it crusied the quiet streets. Keeping my distance, I watched as her car pulled to the curb and stopped in front of a complex. I hit my breaks and held my breath, waiting. I was thankful that the slight curve in the road hid me from plain sight.

From that distance, I saw Jamie get out of the car, followed by her passenger (another blonde) as they walked towards the complex. They were fairly close to each other and were obviously saying something given the way that their bodies were moving, but I couldn't even hope to make it out. When they vanished behind a gate leading to the complex, and thus out of sight, I inched my car forward a bit and stopped at the curb as well, about 100 feet from where they had parked.

Getting out of the car slowly, careful not to slam the door, I took a few cautious steps towards where I had seen them enter. This neighborhood looked familiar to me, and yet I couldn't place why. Glancing up at the sky, I noticed that it looked dark and forboding. The clouds were an ugly, bruised gray and it looked like they could break at any time. A strong wind had also picked up, which was especially unusual for a California day like today.

As I drew closer, I suddenly remembered that this was Katherine's neighborhood! Yes, there is the odd shaped bushes she had told me about once at a party...and over there was the sound of the noisy dog she had complained about at great length. Even though I had never been there, it fit her description perfectly. A thought struck me then, as to why Jamie was in Katherine's neighborhood - perhaps she really WAS involved in this thing, for what other reason would she have to go to her house in the middle of the day? My heart thudded in my chest as I approached the gate to Katherine's complex. Peaking my head around the fence post, I could just make out Jamie and another blonde standing there, knocking on the door of what I presume had to be Katherine's apartment. 

But then, if she was involved, why would she be knocking? I puzzled over this for a moment, but unfortunately it was a moment too long. Jamie's companion happened to look my direction and her eyes found me immediately. She raised her hand and pointed at me and now Jamie looked too. I froze with fear as they both began to run down the stairs and towards me. My mind panicked as I tried to think of what to do. I had been seen, but would running do any good? It certainly would look silly if they were just trying to help like I was...but then again, NOT running could be a dangerous mistake.

After a moment's pause, in which both women drew much closer to me than I would have liked, my legs finally began to work again and I bolted, running as fast as I could towards my car, which now seemed like it was miles away. The strong wind howling in my ears and my hair blowing wildly around my face, I heard the gate open with a crash and knew that they were right behind me almost now. Though all this seemed to happen in slow motion, it really only took a couple of seconds for me to reach my car. As I came to a thudding stop, pushing myself against it, the force of the impact made my keys fall from my hand and skid underneath my car.

Shit! I thought to myself as I dropped down on my knees quickly and tried to pull them out as fast as I could. I struggled to reach them with my arm, finally resorting to putting my head under there and snatching them up, but it was too late. When I rose to my feet, Jamie and her companion, who I could now see was a very sweaty and out of breath Sarah Michelle Gellar were mere feet from me.

I managed to get my key in the door before I suddenly felt Jamie's surprisingly strong arm on my shoulder, spinning me around painfully as she pushed me against the door of the car.

"What the fuck are you doing here Rachael?" she said, her face red from running. Sarah lingered behind her, grasping her side from the sudden burst of energy she had to use.

"I should ask you the same thing, shouldn't I Jamie? I went to your house to try and find you but when you were pulling out of your driveway, I decided to follow you. When you showed up here, I knew something was up,"

Jamie let go of my shoulder and groaned, spinning on her feet as she rolled her neck from side to side, an exasperatted look on her face.

"Jesus Rachael...don't scare me like that. I came here looking for Katherine because I was hoping that she would be alright,"

A conveinent answer, I thought to myself. I still wasn't certain.

"Why would Katherine not be alright?" I said, trying to play dumb.

Jamie stared at me for a second, but she wasn't buying my coyness. "Because of what happened, which I know you know all about. We all left Charlie's and the next thing I know, Gordon Hapsboro shows up at my door the next morning, reciting almost the entire conversation of the office. After he left, I knew I had to try and get in touch with everyone who was there. Katherine was just first on the list,"

"Don't bother with the rest of them," I said bitterly. "I couldn't reach Mila and obviously Katherine isn't here. I talked to Alex last night too and he said -- "

"Wait, you talked to Alex? When?"

"Last night. I freaked out because when I was leaving the office I heard a gun shot and knew that some real trouble was going down. I drove home as fast as I could and locked myself in. It was yesterday that I finally got the courage to call Alex. He thinks Charlie is dead,"

Jamie looked off wistfully towards the end of the street. "Yeah, I think so too,"

"And now I am on my way to go see Hapsboro, at the request of Alex," I replied. This caught Jamie off guard as she jerked her head back to look at me, her eyes going wide.

"What? Why?"

"Alex thinks we need to find out as much as we can about what Hapsboro knows. And I guess I am the lucky girl who gets to do that,"

Jamie's eyes narrowed. "Figures. He's off living it up in Japan and he sends the women to do the dangerous work. Are you sure you can trust him?"

I was miffed by this question, so I fired one equally as nasty back at her.

"How do I know I can even trust you? I'm still not sure you are totally ignorant about what happened after the office meeting,"

"Who else do you have to trust Rachael? I mean, it looks like it's just you and I here, and we both are after the same thing,"

"I'm not sure that we are Jamie. What is Sarah Gellar doing here any ways?"

Jamie turned her head and looked at Sarah. "She was at my place when Hapsboro showed up. I couldn't not tell her what was going on, so she came along for the ride,"

I looked at Sarah for a moment, then back at Jamie. "You can trust her?"

Sarah scoffed at this and spoke to me for the first time. "Yes, she can trust me. I don't know what the fuck kind of mess you two have gotten yourself into, but I'm trying to stay as far away from it as possible. Until yesterday, I thought a rose petal was just part of a flower. I didn't know it was this whole big Hollywood conspiracy,"

"Yeah, it's almost like some really badly written sexual fantasy or something," Jamie said offhandedly. "But any ways, Rachael, I think you can trust us. I think that, for now at least, I can trust you,"

"That's nice to know Jamie, but we will see if when the pitch comes across the plate, you are ready to swing," I replied. The whole thing still left a bad taste in my mouth, but Jamie was right. In times of crisis, allies were always good to have.

"Oh don't worry, I'll be ready," she replied. There was an intense pause between us, as I sensed that we were both holding back from saying what we really wanted to. The pause lasted for around 30 seconds and I knew that this conversation was pretty much over.

Without saying anything, I put my key in the door of the car and went to open it when I felt Jamie's hand on my shoulder once again. I turned my head to look at her.

"Rachael," she said, a bit of hesistation in her voice. "Here, take this,"

Looking down at what she held, I saw a small pistol in her hand. I gasped loudly at seeing the..the THING...in her hand, amazed that she actually expected me to take such a thing.

"I...I can't take that," I stammered at her.

"You need it," she said, handing it to me. I felt it's cold surface touch my hand. It felt heavier than I would have first thought, and yet there was a strange sense of power in holding it. I glanced up at Jamie.

"I'm not saying you have to use it, but if the situation warrants it..."

I smiled at her for her consideration. Oddly enough, holding the gun in my hand made me suddenly feel like it didn't matter if I trusted her or not. The thought chilled me to the core. To even imagine taking someone else's life was insane to me. But if it had to be done, it had to be done. I put the gun in my purse and pushed the thought away.

"Be careful Rachael," Jamie said, turning away from me. "And let me know what you find out,"

"I will Jamie, thanks," I said, my voice dry and raspy as it came out of my throat. I suddenly thought of something and called out to her.

"Hey Jamie, what are you going to do now?"

She looked back at me and smiled a very cold and very determined smile.

"I have some business to settle,"

ALEX'S STORY:

I left Jessica Alba sleeping soundly in the bed of her hotel, high above the bustling metropolis of Tokyo. Part of me longed to just stay in bed with her, to curl up and forget about what was going on in America. But as I rose out of bed, the sheets falling over her nude body with a delicate glide, I knew that people's lives depended on me now. That wasn't something I could easily back down from.

I dressed quickly and took the shuttle from the hotel to the airport. The flight was relatively uneventful, especially compared to the one from LA to Japan, and I used the time to try and rest. But because of the time difference and the heavy, heavy weight of things on my mind, sleep was impossible to come by. It was just as well, given that this flight (because of my stop in Miami) was going to be a longer one.

We flew through the clear blue sky for hours, passing slightly over the Pacific Ocean before encountering the land masses of Asia and Europe. My flight plan called for a stop in London's Heathrow airport, which I was actually looking forward to: I had never travelled this much in my entire life, and I never could have imagined being in the British Isles, nor the circumstances that would bring me there. As we touched down and I left the plane, I was glad to be back amongst people of my own height and who spoke English as a first language (if certainly a different VERSION of English).

Making my way to the ticket counter, I didn't even have to speak to the dumpy looking woman behind the desk, her hair frazzled and gray around her shoulders to the point of almost consuming her face. Instead, I merely looked up at the terminal screen and saw, with much disappointment, that the flight was delayed.

"Fucking terrorists," I heard someone behind me mutter, causing me to turn and look at them, hoping to catch what they said.

"I know. How bloody stupid do you have to be to run past all the damn check points? Damn wanker, he screwed us all!" another man said.

The terminal said that there would be a 3 hour delay in all flights, but my intuition told me otherwise - that I would be stuck here for at least 6 hours.

Grudingly, I walked away from the desk and approached the gate where my flight was supposed to take off, flopping down in one of the hard, plastic chairs that was the source of discomfort for my fellow travellers around me. Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes and listened to the soft voice of the overhead PA system, reading off flights that had been delayed and flights that had been cancelled.

I must have dozed off while waiting (my sleep patterns were really screwed up now, I knew for certain), because the next thing I know, when I opened my eyes I felt like time had really passed. Glancing at my watch, I had been asleep for close to 45 minutes, though I wouldn't really call it sleep since I felt just as tired and groggy as before. Standing up and stretching my legs, I smacked my lips together, my mouth dry and cottony from the doze.

My bag in tow, I walked down the concourse looking for a place to buy a drink. I passed by numerous stores and shops, but some how a Coke didn't really appeal to me at the moment. Towards the end of the concourse, I spotted a pub. My first inclination was to just keep going, knowing that the drinks would be way over priced, but as the thoughts of my future journey crept back into my mind, I decided that drink might be in order.

Walking into the small pub, its lighting dark and dim and just like I would have envisioned a bar on London's bustling streets to be like, I took a seat at the bar. The bartender noticed me, a tall balding man with a heavy gut and a stained undershirt passing for his attire and walked up to me.

"What can I get ya?"

"Just a beer please. Whatever the house recommends,"

He nodded and went to the tap, pouring me a massive glass of some of the darkest beer I had ever seen. I gave him a $10 bill and he brought me back change (surprisingly in US dollars, which I guess wasn't uncommon since it was an international airport). Setting the glass in front of me, I pulled it to my lips and took a long, full sip.

I immediately coughed - damn that was strong! and almost spit some of it out on the counter top. A few other travellers behind me chuckled to themselves as I grinned a bit sheepishly. I noticed a guy two seats down looking at me with a puzzled grin on his face, shaking his head.

"You Americans don't know what real beer is do you?" he said, smiling at me. He was rather lanky, probably around my height but a little shorter, with rather long dark brown hair and stubble on his chin and cheeks.

I shrugged, clearing my throat as I shook my head. "I guess not," 

"Well mate, this is England. If you plan on doing much drinking while you are here, you better get used to our beer," 

"Thanks, but I'm only here for a few hours,"

He continued to smile at me, a friendly smile. Standing up from his seat, he moved over next to me on the vacant bar stool.

"Same here. Well, not England but London I mean. The name is Rich," he said, extending his hand.

"Alex, nice to meet you," I said, shaking it back.

"So, what brings you to merry old England?"

"I just have a layover from my flight from Japan. I'm headed back to the States. Miami, more specifically,"

"Ah, Japan. Great place. I've been there a couple of times, I loved it. You have a good time while you were there?"

I hesitated for a moment, not really sure why this stranger was asking me all these questions.

"Yeah, it was ok. I'll be glad to get back home though, this time difference is killing me,"

He laughed. "You get used to it in my line of work. I'm a free lance writer,"




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 08



"That must be exciting. I always wanted to be a writer,"

"It has its ups and downs. What do you do?"

Again I hesitated. "Well, right now I'm between jobs. I've been having some...problems...with my former employers,"

He nodded, sipping his beer. "Yeah, that's what I love about being freelance. No boss to answer to. But hey, you seem like a good bloke. I'm sure you'll land on your feet,"

I ran my hands along the sweating glass of beer in front of me, lifting it and taking a much smaller sip this time.

"I hope so. Truthfully, I'm walking into a major hornet's nest when I get back to the States. And even though I know I could avoid it, something feels like it is compelling me to do it, to face the music,"

"I've been there. You can't run from your problems forever. They just become worse and the more you drag them out, the greater chance they will become someone ELSE'S problems too. My advice is to just go in, be strong and do what you have to do," Rich said, swallowing the last gulp of his beer.

"But what if your problems are already someone else's problems,"

He looked at me over the edge of his glass, a knowing look in his eye. "There's a girl involved I take it,"

"Yeah, a few actually," I replied.

He sighed at me as the bartender took his glass, filling it up halfway. 

"Well then mate, I would say that you just have to do what is best for you and them. I don't want to pry into your business too much, so forgive me, but in the few months that I've been married and the countless birds before her, I've learned that if you don't think of the lady in your life when you act, that creates a whole new set of problems. The key is to balance it out, handle things as best you can and hopefully get through it. When you do, and you have her smiling face waiting to greet you and take the load off your back, it will make it all worth it,"

"Thanks, that's pretty good advice,"

He smirked at me. "Yeah, I guess so. But then again, I've been drinking a bit and you know how writers get...we tend to be a bit long winded and real vague when it comes to dialog,"

I laughed, a laugh that felt surprisingly good given all the stress. "Well then maybe I am a writer after all. My whole life feels vague right now,"

"I'm sure you will pull through Alex," he said, downing the rest of his drink as he rose from the seat. "I've got a flight to catch. Nice meeting you mate, and good luck with your problems, however vague they may be,"

I nodded and watched him go, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he was consumed by the busy foot traffic outside the pub. Finishing my drink a few minutes later, I glanced at my watch and noticed that about two hours had now passed, which meant that with any luck, my flight would be leaving soon.

I was right. I boarded the plane and settled in, much more relaxed now that I had some beer in me to calm my nerves and thankfully the flight went smoothly and comfortably. Upon arriving back in the good old US of A, I grabbed my one piece of luggage and stepped outside of Miami's airport.

Miami hit me like a crashing ocean wave. Temperature wise, it was just as hot as Los Angeles in the summer, but the city still had a very real and strong ocean breeze to it, one that caressed your body for a moment before sending your hair fluttering in a million different directions. I had heard that the humidity could kill you in Florida, and Miami was no exception. 

Unlike my arrival in Japan, this time there was noone waiting for me to take me to my destination. All around me, people milled back and forth, many of them speaking in fluent Spanish, though a different dialect even than the Hispanics in Los Angeles. I hailed a cab - a pink, rusted looking thing with dirty windows and a magnetic sign on the door and gave the driver my directions. It was clear that he didn't speak much English, but as we set out I felt confident that he at least knew the general area where I was going.

Leaning back against the hot, sticky leather seat of the cab, I thought to myself about how many different places I had seen while travelling in the back of a cab. Los Angeles was hell in a cab, the drivers often trying to make the freeway and its non-existant scenery blur by as fast as possible, as if they were racing in some type of video game scenario. Tokyo on the other hand, was much more smooth and quiet, even though I think more people thronged the streets than anywhere else I had seen. The drivers were friendly and spoke better English sometimes than people I had known who knew it their whole life.

And what of Miami? Well, the city was certainly a spectacle to behold. There were two forces at work, architecture wise, in the layout of the city. There was the cold, modern design of high rise office buildings juxtaposed against the lingering, aging art deco feel of buildings bathed in pinks and blues and yellows. Palm trees swayed in the gulf breeze, their fronds often growing taller and larger than the street lights they neighbored next to. 

The beach weather also brought an unusual mix of people. From elderly couples dressed in their tackiest tourist clothes to absolutely gorgeous golden brown tanned senoritas walking by in the skimpiest of bathing suits, Miami was a city in flux. Just as I was beginning to enjoy the scenery though, I was startled to find that not only had the driver located the general area, but he had pulled to the curb right outside the condo I was looking for. Getting out and paying him generously for such a prompt arrival, he lazily pulled back into traffic before suddenly shooting off down the main drag, looking for his next fare.

I had arrived outside one of the more art deco of buildings, a huge 20 story condo with a massive palm tree painted onto the outside of its face. A girl on rollerblades skated by me, the scent of her suntan lotion and sweat making my nostrils tingle as I stepped inside of the lobby.

The floor beneath me felt gritty from sand and the lobby was hot - very hot. I suddenly felt very over dressed in my slacks and long sleeve shirt, and now noticed that a sizable sweat stain had formed on my back. There was a group of teenage girls who couldn't be more than 14 (but looked 20) sitting on a dark green leather couch in the middle of the room, chatting away on cell phones. As I passed them, it seemed as if they were actually talking to each other, preferring to run up their minutes rather than look at each other directly.

Standing in front of the directory, its old black backing and graying plastic letters listing out the tenants of the building, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the name that Kyokota had carefully written on the piece of paper, the sight of his penmanship bringing back the long, long days previous to the front of my thoughts. I read the paper: LIPSKY.

Glancing up at the directory, I found the name. He was on the 8th floor, condo A7. Putting the paper back in my pocket, I pushed the elevator button and waited for a couple of minutes as the old, creaky contraption finally came back to ground level. The doors opened and out stepped a wrinkled, very tan old woman, a purple plastic visor pushing her obviously-dyed blonde hair back. She gave me a quick glance and then stepped out of the elevator as I walked in around her.

As the doors closed, I could smell the overpowering scent of coconut sun tan lotion filling the air all around me. The elevator was stuffy and hot, though thankfully not as bad as the lobby. Making its ascent, I waited patiently for it to take me up.

Alone with my thoughts for the first time in a few hours, I wondered how I would broach the subject. Did Kyokota already call and tell this Lipsky guy that I was coming? If not, showing up at his door might not be the best idea in the world, especially given what I was planning on asking him. I trusted Kyokota, but I knew that my idea of trust as well as his, could vary significantly.

Stepping off the elevator, I walked down the hallway towards condo A7. I paused for a moment, collecting myself as I pulled my sticky shirt from off of my back, my heart racing and my mind doing laps around it as I tried to think of something to say that would get me in the door, should he not be expecting me.

Clearing my throat, I raised my hand to knock when suddenly the door opened. 

"Albert, I'll be back in 10 minutes. Don't try to get up to go to the bathroom, just use the bedpan," the woman who had now appeared in front of me yelled into the room. She wore a baggy turquoise shirt and pant suit that did nothing for her figure, but which I soon realized was some sort of nurses uniform. I had just a moment to notice her boyish blonde hair cut before she bumped directly into me.

"What the fuck?" she said, startled as she looked up at me, puzzlement on her face. I stuttered a bit, trying to apologize and explain myself.

"Sssorry, I was looking for Mmmmmmr. Lipskkkyy?" I said. She caught her footing and continued to stare at me, her face becoming hard.

"And who are you?"

"My name is Alex Hilt. I was sent here by a...business acquaintance of his. Is this his apartment?"

I must have seemed threatening to her in some way, because now her feet became firmly planted in the door way, her arms against the frame.

"Yes, this is his condo but I'm sorry, he isn't taking visitors right now,"

A voice came from deep within the condo. "GRACE! WHO IS AT THE DOOR?"

She ignored him and looked at me again. This woman, Grace, probably was quite a catch 10 years ago. But age had night been kind to her and she looked every bit the mid 30s that she seemed to be.

"You'll have to come back some other time, I'm afraid that -"

"GRACE! WHO IS AT THE GOD DAMNED DOOR?" the voice screamed.

"CALM DOWN AL, IT'S JUST SOME SALESMAN OR SOMETHING!" she yelled back. "I'M GETTING RID OF HIM RIGHT NOW!"

I leaned in close to her, my much larger frame knocking her back on her feet and for a moment, sending fear through her eyes. I didn't want trouble, but I had to see him and if taking matters into my own hands was the only way to do it, then so be it.

"MR. LIPSKY, I'M A FRIEND OF MR. KYOKOTA," I yelled into the condo, my deep voice making the walls shake a bit.

Grace eyed me cautiously, like a rat trapped in a corner. "Please Mr. Hilt, if you will just leave now I'm sure that Mr. Lipsky will see you when he is -"

"LET HIM IN GRACE, IT'S ALRIGHT," the voice yelled in response. I noticed that he seemed to be gasping for air a bit, his voice craggly and worn.

Grace sighed, defeated. Her gaze never left me though, and her eyes still burned with anger at being shown up. She lowered her arms from the door frame.

"Alright, look, you can see him but ONLY because he said it is ok. Make it quick though, he doesn't have the strength for an all day chit chat,"

I smiled politely at her. "Thank you,"

She didn't acknowledge me but instead, turned on her heel and walked into the condo. Waiting for a moment, I followed her as she disappeared down a hallway, my intuition telling me to keep a few feet distance from her. I saw her stop outside of a bedroom, her eyes telling me to stop right where I was, as she peeked her head in.

She said something to him for a moment before finally turning back to look at me.

"Make it quick. And don't think I'm leaving you alone with him. I'll respect his privacy but I'll be right in the kitchen, so don't try any funny stuff,"

Grace walked briskly past me as she went through the spacious living room, its furniture made up of white wicker chairs and a high ceiling fan that whirred and spun the humid heat of the room around and around.

I approached the bedroom, not sure exactly what I would find. The room was very dark, only a bit of sunlight peeking through the drawn venetian blinds against the far wall. The yellowish tint made the room seem murky and small, though as my eyes adjusted I could tell that it was much larger than it appeared.

As my pupils adjusted to the light, I saw that the room was very sparsely furnished. Against the wall, on a high dresser, was an old television, the bunny ears on it sticking off at weird angles. Near the blind drawn windows was a modern looking wheel chair, and directly in the center of the room was a bed with some medical equipment next to it, including what looked like an EKG monitor, its quiet hum filling the stillness of the room. Though hard to make out, lying on the center of the bed was a frail looking man, his long, pajama clad legs resting atop the sheets as he propped his head against the pillow.

"Come in," he croaked at me. I couldn't see the man's face but his voice was surprisingly loud for such a frail looking invalid.

I stepped into the room but paused just a few feet from the door, not sure exactly what to do or where to position myself. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, making the specs of dust dance as they fell to the ground, like ballerinas in some cosmicly condemned play.

I cleared my throat. "Mr. Lipsky, my name is Alex Hilt and I am an - "

"I heard your name when you were fighting with that devil woman in the door. Now what do you want?" he snapped.

"Well sir, I uh, was told to visit you by Mr. Kyokota. The business man in Tokyo?"

"That's horse shit. Kyokota died a few months ago in a plane crash. I read it in the paper," he barked. For a crippled man (whose handicap I couldn't quite determine), he had a lot of spunk in him.

"No sir, this was his son. Yasuo Kyokota. He took over the corporation after his father died," I replied, not sure if correcting him would be a wise idea.

"Ah yes, I forgot about young Yasou. He was just a boy when I last saw him," Lipsky said, his tone softening.

"Er, well yes I suppose so sir. Any ways, he said that you might be able to help me. I'm looking for something that you have that might help me in bringing down Wilton Willis,"

The room grew silent for a moment, as Lipsky didn't even breathe. After a long pause, he finally spoke again, his voice softer and more breathy this time.

"How did you get mixed up with Willis?"

"It's a long story sir, but right now I am on his bad side. But I know from Mr. Kyokota and Charlie -"

"You know Charlie?" he said, his voice now completely a whisper. "I'll be damned,"

"That's the thing Mr. Lipsky. I knew Charlie. I have not been to Los Angeles yet but I'm afraid that he may be dead,"

Another long pause, followed by a heavy sigh that sounded painful just to listen to.

"So if Charlie is gone, and Kyokota is gone, that just leaves me. Sonofabitch," he said. I noticed now that his words were a bit labored and that he was trying to lift himself up off the bed. I moved to help him but he stopped me.

"No Mr. Hilt, its alright. I've still got a bit of piss in me left,"

I took his word on it and watched as he slowly and methodically turned himself towards the edge of the bed, letting out a great sigh of relief as he lowered his legs over the edge. With great effort, he placed his feet on the ground and, on very very shaky legs, managed to shuffle over to the wheel chair by the window, collapsing into it with exhaustion. He panted loudly, a sickening noise coming from his nostrils that whistled and filled the room, but after a minute or two, he slowly began to turn the creaky wheels of the wheelchair and roll a few inches.

"Let me tell you something Mr. Hilt. I've wanted to take that sonofabitch Willis down for almost 5 years now. He used to be a real people person, always coming up to employees and asking how they were, how their bosses were treating them. Working for him was a dream and even though I started out at the bottom, with his help I soon became his head accountant," he said, wheeling himself ever so slowly to the dresser that held the television. I stayed where I was, not really sure if I should help him or keep my distance.

"Why, that bastard even bought me and Caroline a house about 10 years back," he said, his voice filled with bitter resentment. "And we took it from him too, even raising the boys for a few years there. How were we to suspect that he got it on the cheap? He was doing it for all the other employees, so it MUST have been fine right?"

I didn't say anything, just let him speak. As he reached the dresser, he reached his long, frail arms up and began working a combination lock that held the two cabinets closed.

"Things were fine until Carol started her coughing fits. First it was just a cold, then what we thought was the flu. Then, when it turned into blood, I knew something was not right," he said, pausing for a moment as he stared at the lock through squinted eyes. I could make out his face more clearly now. He must have been in his 60s, but like his nurse, age had not been too kind on him.

"Asbestosis. The worst kind, already in the most advanced stage. Can you believe that? Within three months, Carol was gone. She suffered too, just like I'm suffering now. As soon as I went to Willis, begging on my hands and knees for help with the fucking hospital bills, he just walked out of the office. Walked out! On me! The man who handled his finances perfectly and got him tax break after tax break. The old shit couldn't even do it himself. He had that weasel Gordon Hapsboro fire me,"

Things started to fall into place now, and as if to echo this, the lock on the dresser opened as he pulled it off of the doors.

"Well, with Carol gone and huge medical bills from all the therapy she went through, I just sold that god forsaken house and left in the middle of the night, moved down here. But things got bad pretty quick too. See what they don't tell ya is that when the vent leaking that stuff is over your bed every night of your life, you get problems from it real quick. Sure enough, when I got down here, the doctors said it had got to me too. Sometimes I wish I had had it as bad as Carol did, just so I could go quickly,"

"I..I'm so sorry," I said, my own voice now a whisper.

He waved a hand at me. "No need to be sorry, I knew I'd pay for my sins, for all those time I looked the other way when he gave 'auditions' to all those pretty young girls. No, God is making me pay and apparently he has a sense of humor, because he's doing it really slowly,"

Lipsky stopped talking for a moment as he reached up and pulled out a metal box, about the size of a shoe box. This too was locked and as he went to work on this new lock.

"But don't worry, I have a sense of humor too. I used one of those new copy machines before I left there and copied each and everything that the bastard had me do to cheat Uncle Sam. I wanted to have these opened and turned over to the government when I finally went to my eternity, but now that I know he's still hurting others, I might as well give them to you,"

This lock took him a bit longer, and watching him do it was a very wince inducing process, but after a minute or two more, the old lock finally sprung and he opened the creaky, rusted lid of the box. With a shaky, wrinkled hand, he shuffled through the papers inside for a moment before pulling out a group that had been rubber banded together.

Closing the box back, he set the tube of paper on his lap and put the box back in its dusty place on the shelf, repeating the process of locking it up all over again. With another tired sigh, he rolled his chair towards me.

"Mr. Hilt, these documents are exactly what you need to prove your point to the world. This is five years worth of transactions, both on the book and off. It's all there...extortion money, hush money, drug money...money money money! Ha, and they say that us Jews are real good with the stuff. Well, let me tell you something. I may be good at handling it, but I'm even better at making it look like it vanished,"

I took the documents from him and held them in my hand. There must have been at least 50 of them, all appearing to come from the same sort of payroll book. This could be pay dirt, but only if I got it in the right hands.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 08



"Who should I give this to?" I asked, looking at Albert Lipsky's tired, gray eyes beneath his balding comb-over.

"Give them to the press, give them to the government, give them to someone you trust. Of course, with just copies like that, you need to get your hands on the real thing, to nail him on anything at least,"

I glanced up from my hands, startled by his comment. "What did you say?"

"I said you need the originals. Copies will get you a search warrant, but it might be too late by then. With his kind of connections, he would be wise within five minutes. You'll need to go on the inside and get the originals before they can charge him with anything," Lipsky said, his voice wheezy now as the strain of moving around really began to take its toll on him.

"Mr. Lipsky...that's not going to be possible. I'm not allowed to set foot near his business or else security will have me arrested," I said, my voice clearly relaying my dissapointment at not having what I thought I had.

"Who said it had to be you? Look, is he still in that god awful fortress in the middle of LA?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure," I replied.

"Then it will be easy. All you do is wait till everyone is gone for the day. The security guards in the lobby take naps all the time, so just wait till they are asleep and then go up to his floor,"

"But where the hell will I find documents like that? The place is huge!"

"Not the accounting department. Look, a lot of the employees of his company are empty seats...they are just there to fill some sort of size requirement. They don't give two shits about him, or his money," he said. Though his body may have been weak, I could tell that the fire still burned in the eyes of Lipsky. It was a white hot flame of revenge.

"That may be, but that doesn't solve the problem of finding them, if they even still exist,"

"They exist, because he wouldn't let them get destroyed. Once you are in the accounting office, go to the far wall. There will be a ceiling tile above you that is heavily water stained and looks like it might fall in at any second. Lift that up and feel around a bit. If Antamount is in the same building I think they are, the book will be right there,"

There was a silence between us as all of it sank into me. It sounded like the plot of some really bad spy movie, but if he was telling the truth then this might actually work.

"And you are sure of this Mr. Lipsky?"

"Sure as the day is long, and as the thirst for the blood of Wilton Willis runs through me,"

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I simply nodded my head.

"Now, if you will excuse me young man, I believe that the devil woman will be coming in here any minute. Rather than have her bother me, could you wheel me over to the window and open the blinds for me?"

"It would be my pleasure Mr. Lipsky," I said, walking over towards him now, comfortable for the first time around his presence. Wheeling him to a stop in front of one of the windows, I pulled on the cord and was greeted by the beautiful sight of the Atlantic Ocean glimmering through the blindes, along with the mid-day sun and the reflective surface of the beach and its crashing waves.

"Open the window for me please. Those quack doctors say that the ocean air helps my breathing," he said. I did as he asked and now the breeze from the ocean filled the room, the pungent odor of sea water seeping into my skin. Lowering my hand from the window sill, I felt Lipsky's hand on mine.

"Good luck Alex," he said, a smile on his face as his hand patted me like a father touches his child. He slowly pulled it away and directed his gaze out the window, the wind rustling what little hair he had left. I stood for a long moment, taking a deep breath of the fresh, clean air as the sounds of Miami floated in from the front of the condo.

I left him there as I walked out of the room and, a few hours later, boarded a plane for home. As the plane touched down in Los Angeles, I was filled not with a sense of panic, but a sense of purpose. For the first time, I suddenly felt like things were going right; that I was somehow destined to be going down this path. That I might actually be able to do some good in this world. Forget moving people through a script, this was about moving real people and saving real lives.

This evil had to be faced, not just for me and Katherine or Kyokota and Charlie, or even for Albert Lipsky. Wilton Willis had to be stopped for the sake of all that was still good in this world. And I was determined to be the person to do it.

KATHERINE'S STORY:

I don't know how long I was out, but I was startled awake by some noise in the room where Mila and myself were being held. My mind was groggy and things seemed to be moving in slow motion a bit as my eyes adjusted once again to the little bit of light that was in the room. I heard cars going by outside, as well as people laughing way off in the distance. I knew that my problems were far from over.

Focusing my eyes, I saw the man who introduced himself as Clarence, standing in front of me. Behind him was a big screen TV on a small stand, the set probably costing at least ten times as much as the wood that it sat on. He smiled at me as I saw him move closer. I opened my mouth to scream, to speak, but nothing came out. I stared at him frightfully, my heart beating loudly in my chest, a light sheen of sweat coating my body. I noticed that my arms were still bolted down, as were my legs, though much to my horror, they were spread rather lewdly, exposing my nakedness to the room.

"Good, you are awake. I know your body is still adjusting to our little cocktail's mixture, but the grogginess will pass," he said in a smooth, comforting voice. "You may feel tired but I promise you, the sooner we start, the better off you will be,"

He walked over to the television and turned it on in the front. A blue glow immediately started to radiate from it's screen, the soft light illuminating more of the room than I had been able to see before. It was just as much of a shit hole as I had feared, but its contents seemed to be quite expensive and fairly new. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mila's body near me. She too was naked but it appeared from the shallow sound of her breathing that she was (luckily) still asleep.

Crouching down by the television, his face given a weird glow by the light of it, Clarence spoke again. I could see his features more clearly now - he was a fairly attractive man, very large and very bald, with a soft face that looked completely out of place, given the situation.

"Let me explain a few things to you now Katherine. What we gave you was, well, I can't really tell you its exact contents, but I can tell you what it will do to you. Your mind has been lulled into a very receptive state by our little friend in the needle. You are probably finding my words and my voice to be very soothing and comforting to you,"

He was right...there was something about the smooth way in which he was talking that made my heart beat a little more regularly. I hated him though, for putting me in this situation, for restraining me like this, and especially for the fact that everything he seemed to be saying was actually happening to me.

"In addition," he continued. "We have given you a triple dose of an aphrodesiac that is very hard to come by. Believe me when I say that my employers spared no expense when they stocked up on the stuff. The feelings that it will bring you should start momentarily, now that you are conscience of what is going on around you. As I said before your very unexpected drift off into sleep, we are here to recondition you. We are here to help you, to make you feel good and to make you stay loyal to my employers. You won't be hurt in any way, nor will you do anything that you don't want to do. Of course, we might help you do it, but that is beside the point. The real goal is to just make sure that you fully realize what it means when you cross or try to fool my employer,"

He stood up again, and walked behind where I lay on the table. I strained my neck to try and see him but it was of no use. I could hear his voice behind me.

"We also hope that you will be able to, upon satisfactory completion of your conditioning, be able to provide us information that we need to help us find your associate, a Mr. Hilt. I realize that right now you would never think of betraying his trust, but in due time, you will break. Everyone breaks,"

There was some rustling behind me, the sound of something heavy leaving what sounded like a metal table. As he drew very close to me now, my mouth open and panting as I tried to speak to him, tried to plead for him to let me go, I could feel his warm breath on the nape of my neck. It sent a surprising thrill down my body, one that I immediately tried to keep in check. I was able to suspend the feeling a bit before it spread to my lower half, but the battle was tough - I felt like my body was betraying me with each passing second, that my mind was losing control of my actions.

I suddenly felt something being placed on my head, something that seemed to resemble a metal crown. A rubber tube extended from it, resting against my right cheek as I tried to move my head to look up at it. Clarence placed his hands on my face and firmly but gently held me from moving around too much, thereby preventing me from looking up like I wanted to. A leather strap was slid under my chin, my mouth closing to accomodate the snug fit. I felt my heart beat wildly in my chest again as two prong like things were folded down by Clarence's big hands, the metal ends pointing directly towards my eyes.

In fear, I closed my eyes tightly, trying to keep them from snagging hold, but it was of no avail. With a surprising amount of tenderness, I felt the tiny metal clasps being fastened to my eyelids as Clarence pushed them up gently, pulling my eyes open against my will. The air dried them out instantly, but before they could water up too much, I felt a soothing liquid slide off of the prongs and into my exposed eyes, clearing my vision instantly.

Stepping back away from the table behind me, I adjusted myself to this new headgear thing that was attached to me. What little mobility I had with my head before was now gone, as my eyes were held open and I was forced essentially to look at nothing but the haunting blue screen in front of me. Everywhere I moved my eyes, I couldn't get the television out of my sight, no matter how much I tried, which seemed to be the point. Visions of "Clockwork Orange" filled my head as Clarence stood next to me on the table.

He seemed to sense my thoughts.

"I was told you are an actress, and a fairly talented one as well. You are no doubt aware then of the fictional world of movies. You act in them, you star in them, you watch them with friends on a Friday night. But I'm sorry to tell you Katherine, that this is not a movie. This is real life, and you are playing yourself. Movies can teach us so much, and they can make our troubled world seem so much better than before the first reel started or the play button was pushed. That's all that we want Katherine. We want you to watch our movie and to feel better and to learn about yourself, unleash what has long been pent up in you. Release what my employer saw in you and wants you to utilize in every possible way. Relax and don't fight it Katherine. Watch our film. It will change your life,"

With a slow, deliberate hand, I felt Clarence's fingers run across my belly. I tensed up my muscles as best I could, trying to block out the feel of his rough, pleasurable hand as it moved towards my breast. His thick fingers crested over the base of my breast, sliding upwards onto the top of it as he fondled my nipple with his thumb and forefinger. I felt a drop of sweat fall from my forehead, pleasure starting to course through my drugged body as we gently pulled and played with the nipple ring that had been put into me what seemed like a lifetime ago.

But just as quickly as he started, his hand left my flesh. My body felt on fire from his touch and part of me was seeming to beg for him to touch me again, to keep touching me all over. He chuckled to himself and smiled down at me, before moving over to the television again. He pushed a button down beneath the set and I heard the player kick to life. The blue screen went black for a few moments, just enough time for Clarence to speak once more.

"I'll come back when the time is right. Enjoy the show,"

He walked away then, just as the "film" on the screen was starting. As my eyes once again focused on the screen, I was startled at what I saw.

In what appeared to be a rapid series of shots, each containing a totally different scene, the film was nothing more than a porno. Blinking by and changing scenes from one film to the other almost every two or three seconds, it was almost hypnotic in rapidity. I laughed inwardly at what my fears had been over something as trivial as a bunch of porn flicks, but then I noticed something happening.

Even though I could not look away from the screen, my attention began to focus on it. The actions on screen - two women eating each other out with gusto and apparent delight, followed by a girl getting fucked in all three of her holes, followed by a series of long, sticky cum shots all over a cute blondes face were beginning to have the desired effect. Clarence's attention to my body, plus what I knew had to be the effect of the drugs on my body were beginning to make my nipples tingle and burn with pleasure as I became engaged in the film.

My thoughts start to drift away, jokes about the stupidity of it now becoming less and less in my mind as my defenses started to wear down and I began to - yes, as much as I hate to admit it - enjoy the video. My vision started to get very tunnel like and soon the room around me began to fade away as I started to anticipate and hope for the next scene to appear. 

I don't know how long it took but soon, I felt the juices between my legs start to work inside my body, feeling the heated stickiness as they slowly leaked from between my thighs and onto my legs. As a woman was fucked up the ass by a monsterous black cock, I felt my breathing become more and more rapid as my mind focused entirely on the scene. Soon I wasn't just watching it, I was actually beginning to imagine myself in the role of the girls on screen, the ones who were being used and loving it.

In the back of my mind, I heard a voice scream to resist, to think about other things and not get turned on by this lewd video in front of me. But the voice soon began to fade as I felt my whole body start to tingle while watching the video. Sweat that had already formed on my nude body was now flowing freely as my wide open eyes consumed just what it was supposed to. I couldn't look away from the screen but as I realized this, I started to understand that I didn't really even want to look away. That I wanted to watch this, that my body was begging the men on screen to fuck the girls harder, to make her cum and to cum all over her themselves.

To my surprise, a low moan started to escape my lips, the first sound I had been able to make in who knew how many hours. It was soft at first, but as the scene changed to something that actually mimicked my own situation - a girl tied to a bed, getting caressed by three other women, who were happily groping her breasts and pussy and kissing her beautiful face - the moan became a cry of lust. My throat still felt incredibly dry but I didn't really care...the action on screen was too hot to NOT illicit a reaction from me.

As more and more of my juices continued to flow from between my legs, my taut eyes and sweaty body now totally in the grasp of this film, a funny thing started to happen. What little bit of control I still had told me that it wasn't really happening, but like a wave cresting over long dried out rocks, there was no denying that I was on the verge of a monsterous orgasm - one that would come (or cum perhaps) without any help from anything but my mind and body.

Staring at the screen, breathlessly anticipating what was on it and putting myself mentally into each and every situation, wherein my body was being used and pleasured, my tits fucked hard with a large cock, my face coated with stream after stream of hot, sticky, delicious cum, my orgasm finally began and I pulled hard against the restraints as my back arched as much as it could, the release of sexual tension inside me like a small explosion.

My nipples felt like razor sharp points, the slight jostling of my body making the rings through them jingle against my body wonderfully as I hit the peak. Things started to get very dark and black and warm and comforting around me, all at once, my sexual energy amplified by the drugs that Clarence had given me.

Clarence, yes Clarence! Oh how I wished he was here right now! Fucking his cock deep and long and hard into my pussy, I was sure he had a wonderfully huge ebony cock that would make my orgasm all the better, I thought to myself as my eyes continued to feast on the delicious scene of flesh playing out before me, the cum gushing from between my legs like a river as the small inner explosions leading up to the big bang sent me to levels of orgasmic pleasure I never ever thought possible!

I continued to pull against the restraints, my body craving with its every fiber to be able to close my legs together and put spectacular pressure on my clit, to be able to release my hand and let it rub my pussy raw with my trembling fingers as the orgasm lasted for what seemed like hours. My hair had slid between my eyes and I angrily blew it out of my face, for fear of it blocking the view of this masterpiece playing on the screen in front of me, this wonderful film that had brought me to such incredible levels of pleasure.

Just when I thought the orgasm was over, one final monsterous wave of bliss hit me, making my pussy spasm inside as a strong gush of my surely sweet and hot girl cum coated my thighs and shaved pussy all around. It was too much to take though, and things once again started to get black before my eyes, only this time they stayed black. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head, the only place they could go thanks to Clarence's great attachment and I once again passed out, this time from pleasure and exhaustion.

I must have been out for a few minutes at least, because when I awoke things had changed. Oh, the film was still playing, and I was happy to see that I hadn't missed too much (though at this point, missing ANY would be like losing a family member, the loss that devestating) but the room was suddenly much more crowded. I could hear female pantings and moanings, these much closer and much more real than what was blasting through the speakers attached to the set. 

Mila. She must have awoken and must be viewing the same thing as me! Part of me was jealous that maybe she was watching a different version than I was but as I listened more closely to the screen off to my right I could already tell that she was getting the same wonderful show that I was. This made me happy. Mila was my friend and I wanted her to experience this as well...it was too wonderful an experience not to share.

But we weren't alone. Standing over me, I now noticed, was Clarence and two other men. They were all naked, their black bodies glistening with sweat or oil (I didn't really care, they just looked hot) as they loomed over me, smilingly devilishly at the fact that I was now awake. My thoughts earlier of Clarence fucking me with his big black cock suddenly rushed to the front of my mind. I continued to stare at them, hating myself for not being able to watch the movie.

"You like the movie so far, don't you Katherine?" Clarence asked.

I nodded my head, surprised to see that apparently my restraints had been loosened - either by them or by me with my own body movements.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 08



"It's alright, you should be able to talk now," Clarence said. I almost jumped out of my skin as I felt his hand move down and touch my naked belly, my hot flesh growing all the more hot by the sudden contact. I moaned in happiness at the feeling.

"I...I want..." I struggled to say, my throat dry from lack of anything to drink in God knew how long. But there was something else I wanted right then.

"You want what? What do you want?" Clarence said, smirking at me.

As much as I didn't want to admit to wanting it, and even though part of me was embarassed at having to say it, my body was simply screaming, burning with a passion from every hair and nerve cell in me for what I wanted.

"I want...your cock," I said, finally getting the words out.

The three men exploded in laughter for a moment, slapping each other on the back and joking with one another. I didn't find it funny at all however, as I was being sincere - I needed cock, and I needed it inside of my aching, burning pussy RIGHT NOW.

"I knew you'd come around Katherine," Clarence said. Moving his hand up from my belly, he glided it towards my nipple on my left breast, each wonderful second of his touch making me tingle and burn with anticipation. I gasped and cried out in absolute pleasure as I felt him brush over my aeraola, each little bump on my darkened, pierced nipples seemingly on fire from his touch. I didn't care whose touch it was, honestly...at that point it didn't matter, as long as I was BEING touched.

"So you say you want cock, huh?" he said casually, still playing with my breast. I felt his pinky slid in under the hoop of my nipple ring. "Well, which cock do you want? Do you want mine?"

Upon saying that, he stepped closer to me and stood on his tip toes, placing the shaft of his prick against my restrained hand. I immediately grabbed it tightly, caressing and feeling the ebony flesh beneath my fingers, its still somewhat flacid length growing more and more the longer I held it and the tighter I squeezed. Lowering himself back down to his feet, I moaned in disappointment as his dick slid out from my hand.

"Or maybe you want Marcus' long, hot stick plunging into you, huh?" Clarence said. Marcus, who was apparently the one standing to my right, stepped up between my legs. Holding his manhood in his hand, he smiled wickedly at me as he ran the thick, bulbous head against my dripping wet opening. I felt part of my outer lips open - ever so slightly - but it was only for a moment, a moment that was far far too fleeting.

At that point, I was now trembling with desire and anticipation and lust. There was a dull roar of arousal in my ears and though I heard Clarence talking, I couldn't make out the words. All I kept hearing in my head, running constantly through, was COCK COCK COCK COCK COCK COCK...

What happened next is hard to remember with much detail. Looking back, I feel that I was almost above my own body, watching it contort with passion and lust, my entire being focused solely on getting fucked, and getting fucked hard. Everything else is a blur, save for a few key elements. As Marcus stepped away, and the last man, who I later learned was, ironically enough, named Alex, towered over me, his toned and chiseled body glimmering in the light of the room, all attempts at civility on my part were dismissed.

Kneeling between my legs, I felt his thick hand caress my thigh for just a moment before he pressed his mouth and his steamy hot breath against my sex. My folds parted easily for him, the blood engorged outer lips betraying me as I felt his tongue make contact with my clit, causing me to orgasm within a split second.

I let out an ear piercing moan of pleasure as he jammed his tongue into me deep and hard (though not hard enough), the strong muscle licking into my deepest region, tasting my over excited juices as they soaked into his tastebuds. Bucking my hips towards his face, in a desperate attempt to get more of his tongue into me, I came harder than I can ever conciously remember, coating his face with my juices. This didn't deter him though, for he just moved his face deeper and closer into my pussy and licked away at me with a wonderful passion that echoed just how turned on everyone in the room seemed to be. 

Lewd, sucking noises filled the room as the dull roar in my ears was replaced by a long wail, one that I soon realized was coming from me as I felt my lips begin to move, some part of my primitive brain begging and urging this Alex to continue to pleasure me.

"YES! YES YES YES YESSSSSS!!!!" I hissed at him, able now to lift my head ever so slightly so that I could watch him. "Fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me like the dirty, sex crazed slut that I am," I said, gasping between each breath. Within moments, I felt another tremendous orgasm begin to build in me, as I felt his tongue caress and lick my inner walls so deeply that all I could see of his face was his eyes and his forehead.

"Oh GODDDDD!!!!" I cried out, thrusting my thighs against him, repeating the phrase "Fuck me fuck me fuck me" over and over and over again, its familiarity becoming my mantra as I gave my body and mind to this man, to these men who were pleasing me in ways that I never wanted to end. Ever.

I began to feel dizzy from the bliss that my body was feeling, sweat covering my face and dripping down between my eyes and my nose now as my hardened nipples pressed upwards into the air, desperately trying to come into contact with something, to FEEL something against them. Laying my head back down to catch my breath, another orgasm started as he worked his finger into me, opening me up more and more for his wicked, serpentine tongue. I came yet again, in an orgasm as equally hard as any I had experienced that night.

After an untold number of these, I heard Marcus and Clarence talking to one another in soft tones. Opening my eyes, I saw Clarence tap Alex on the shoulder, signaling for him to move from between my legs. I screamed in agony as his tongue left me, causing - even for that one fleeting moment - my pleasure and my exhausting series of orgasms to end.

"No! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" I said to them in a raspy voice. None of the men said anything, but Clarence once again moved towards me. I bit my lip in anticipation of his rubbing of my nipples (something I had already grown to love and cherish, even in the short time I had been there, my mind forever etched with the wonderful feeling that such attention gave me) but he instead moved to my head. With the same surprising tenderness that he had showed when applying it, Clarence undid the strap of the helmet device that I wore and lifted it off my head. My eyes immediately closed, the lids exhausted from being held open for so long, and I laid back against the chair, my breath still coming in irregular, panting gasps. 

I heard him set it down but quickly my mind returned to its primary goal of cock, and nothing else.

"Fuck me! Please please please fuck me oh please will one of you fuck me with your fat, hard pricks? Please please I NEEEEDDDDDDDD IT!" I cried out as Clarence moved next to the other men again. I stopped crying out for them and simply watched, my eyes wide and eager for the fucking that I so desperately wanted. Clarence nodded towards Marcus and as he moved between my legs, that same thick and engorged prick in his hand that he had so cruelly teased me with earlier, I held my breath and watched him.

Without saying a word, Marcus lined himself up between my cunt lips and pressed forward. The head of his cock was swallowed up immediately by my thirsty, needy pussy as he continued to push more and more of his length into me. I felt my body open up inside for him, amazed that something as thick and long as his cock could actually fit inside of my (what I had once thought was) well conditioned twat. Pushing himself all the way to the hilt inside of me, pausing for just a moment when he had reached his full depth and the heavy balls beneath his prick dangled against my ass, I could already feel an orgasm building once more.

Unlike the oral sex I had just received, feeling the thick veins of the cock that I had so desperately wanted inside of me was a completely different experience. Be it the drugs or my over worked sense of lust, I couldn't help but feel like we had bonded - become one - as every nerve in my pussy tightened and caressed and welcomed his penetration of me. I could actually feel the blood flowing through his rock hard dick, pumping through the veins as he held himself inside of me in that short, fleeting moment. When he began to move, I could feel it even more, but I could also feel something else: the flames of lust that had burned through me since that film had started now licking and devouring what it had wanted so badly.

Pulling out slightly, my over worked body came in a strong flood of juices as his thick shaft brushed over my clit, making me yelp in a pleasurable scream of passion. He thrust himself back in, getting a routine going in and out of me as he would pull out more and more each time, before savagely (and wonderfully) shoving himself back inside of my pussy as deep as he could. The effect was just what, I'm sure, Clarence had wanted. With each passing stroke, I began to grow hotter than I ever thought possible, the pleasure centers in my brain exploding in fireworks at having gotten what it wanted. I didn't want him to ever, ever, ever stop fucking me, and I couldn't think of how I possibly ever lived without his fat manhood deep inside my slutty, cock hungry pussy.

Still unable to move too much, all that I could do to meet Marcus' thrusts was roll my hips a bit for him, my ass sliding around on the table from the sweat and love juices that now seemed to cover my entire lower body. I could feel the sticky juices cling to his muscular thighs as he pumped me, touching deep inside of me in places I never thought possible. I felt the tip of his prick brush against the back of my inner wall many times and each time, especially when he would glide over my clit expertly and with the precision of a well oiled machine, I came just a little bit more, my exhausted body now just producing mini orgasms as opposed to too many massive ones. I had lost count of how many times I had cum, the whole effect now just a constant blur of pleasure that racked my brain and drove me insane with lust, my body heated and charged beyond anything I had ever felt.

Marcus spedu p his fucking of me and, as his balls slapped against my gaping, wet sex, I could sense, even in my drug and pleasure enduced state, that he was about to cum. Thrusting my hips against him as hard as I could, I clamped my pussy muscles tight around him, the velvet walls coaxing and begging him for more, as if trying to suck the hot, sticky cum from his balls. Burrowing deep inside me one last time, he gave a loud grunt and laid down on my chest, his heavy body brushing over my fiery hot nipples and triggering my own orgasm, as he exploded in white, sticky torrents deep in me.

I gave an animal cry of lust and pleasure as I felt the first few strands of his man juice hit my inner walls, his flood of love liquids splattering against my pussy wall, dripping down around his cock as he slowed his thrusts down, cum continuing to spurt out in long, ropy strands until I could feel its hot stickiness leaking out of my well fucked cunt. I shuddered in pleasure as Marcus lay panting on top of me, his hips giving a few final thrusting motions as I sapped his trunk like a tree, my body craving and desiring all the hot seed that he had to give me.

We laid like that for a few moments (not like I had much choice of course), the pleasant afterglow of a warm fucking just now starting to cool off my scorching hot body. I was covered in sweat from head to toe, my hair plastered to my red, flushed face as the steaming juices between my legs formed a bond between myself and Marcus. Coming out of the daze that I had been in, I felt exhausted and yet very refreshed...and yet despite having cum so much in such a short amount of time, I could feel my body reenergizing itself, getting ready to start craving like a fiend the precious cock that it so desperately wanted.

In the haze of bliss that I had been in, I didn't even notice until now the cries of pleasure coming from beside me. Turning my head ever so slightly, I saw the massive frame of the other man, Alex, pumping up and down on a small white body beneath him. Mila was screaming in ecstacy as she too was getting her tight pussy stuffed with the wonderful cock I knew she wanted. Marcus slowly pulled himself out of me, releasing a stream of cum that had been held in by his thick tool as he stood up, the clear white liquid pouring out anew from between my stretched gash like a well fucked whore. Grabbing a towel, Marcus wiped himself off as Clarence moved between my legs.

Rubbing his hands over my thighs for a moment before scooping up a fingerful of cum, Clarence looked down at me.

"Well, I'd say you got what you wanted Katherine. But you want more I bet, don't you?"

For a moment, I couldn't even possibly fathoming saying yes, but before I knew it, I was speaking with a lust tinged voice at him, answering his question. Again I felt the feeling of being outside of my own body as a strange itch - the sort that can only be scratched by getting a fix - began to course through my veins anew.

"Oh yes Clarence baby, YES!" I moaned at him as he smeared the glob of cum onto my thigh.

"Then say it," he said, his voice flat and serious, his dark face growing rather ashen as he spoke.

"I want cock. I want YOUR cock. Please please please fuck me again, please stick that fat, hot cock of yours deep into my tiny, tight white pussy. Please Clarence, fuck me hard and fuck me deep and then cum deep, deep, deep inside of me!" I cried out, hoping my words were what he wanted to hear.

"Excellent. I'm more than happy to," he said, clearly pleased by my response.

Lining himself up against my pussy for a brief second before thrusting all the way in, I began my quick ascent to heaven once more.

KIRSTEN'S STORY:

We were already on the plane to Los Angeles when the phone rang. The noise broke the relative quiet of the plane, startling a few passengers who were asleep. Natalie was staring out the window next to me and she turned her head as I fumbled in my purse for the phone. With her wide, deep brown velvet eyes, she watched me answer it.

"Hello?" I said, plugging my ear so that I could talk fairly quietly.

I don't remember the exact details of the conversation, so unfortunately I can't recount it all here right now. I do know this - it was Eliza, and she gave me the information I needed, the information to help Natalie and I do what we were being brought back to LA to do.

Hanging up a few minutes later, a name and some directions scribbled down on a cocktail napkin, Natalie looked at me for an explanation.

"I heard my name mentioned a few times," she said softly, her face eager to hear what I had to say. "What's going on?"

Holding the napkin in my hand, I played with it aimlessly for a moment, thinking about how to best explain things to Natalie. My heart wrenched up in my chest everytime I thought of having to share her with someone else, of having to use her to meet the goals of some very powerful people in Hollywood. Part of my hesitation, I knew, came from not knowing exactly who these people were. I knew Eliza was involved with some important people, and that she sometimes took orders from someone she called "The Mistress", but beyond that I really didn't know the whole agenda. That bothered me, not because such a secret society actually existed, but because I didn't like having to send Natalie off into the "wild" like that. She was supposed to be mine - I had done the dirty work, the seduction and the lying and convincing and twisting of things to get her to be with me and help me. But I hadn't anticipated falling in love with her, not in the way that I had.

"That was my, er, friend Eliza," I said.

"You mean your LUVA," Natalie said with a smirk, accenting the last few syllables of the word like Will Ferrell did on that old Saturday Night Live sketch.

I blushed. 

"You know, you are my LUVA too," I said playfully. "But yes, Eliza and I have been together before. She was calling to tell me where to go when we get to Los Angeles,"

"Oh yeah?" Natalie said. Her bright eyed exuberance made me love more, but hate myself even more for what I had to do. "What is it that we are doing out in LA? You were a bit vague on the details,"

"Well, you were a bit naked at the time. I think it is a forgiveable crime," I said to her in a whisper. Natalie giggled.

"That IS true," she said.

"We are being sent to LA to deal with a man," I said, my voice getting serious. It was the only way that I knew I would get through what I needed to say. "Specifically, a man who has caused a lot of pain and heartache to Eliza and the people she is associated with,"

"What people?" Natalie asked. Being an occasional actress, she clearly was not totally up on the politics of Hollywood.

"I can't really get into it right now, but lets just say that they aren't the type of people you want mad at you," I replied. Natalie's smile faded a bit and she nodded her head, signalling for me to continue.

"We need to find him at his house and get him to tell us something, something very important," I said.

"Oh, do we get to get like, all Sydney Bristow on his ass?" Natalie said with another smirk. God, even as a goofball she was beautiful. I shook the thought away.

"No, not exactly. And that is the other thing. It isn't a 'we' thing Nat, it is a 'you' thing," I said, nervous to see her response. Natalie's face became a look of confusion for a moment as she furrowed her brow, unclear what exactly I meant. To reassure her, I took her hand in my own and held it tightly as I leaned close to her ear to whisper.

"Don't worry Natalie, I'll be right there with you, just outside, to guide you and help you out. I'd never leave you alone,"

"O...K...Kiki, but what exactly do I have to do?" Natalie said, some trepidation in her voice.

Our eyes met and I held her gaze, staring straight into what seemed like her soul as I made sure my words came out carefully and clearly.

"Eliza's informant, someone who is close to him, said that he has some urgent business to take care of as soon as he gets back in town. What we need to do is just wait for him when we get to LA and then follow him to whereever he is going. Once we know he is alone, you'll need to go in and...uh, well use whatever means possible to get what we need to know from him,"

"You mean sleep with him?" Natalie said, recoiling in her seat.

"Not exactly! Keep your voice down Nat! Listen, it isn't going to be as difficult as it sounds. Both Eliza and the people supporting her think that he will crack very easily. Once you find out what we need, they will take care of the rest," I said.

"Why can't you come with me though Kiki?"

"Don't you think it would be a bit weird if two celebrities just showed up outside his door?"

"And one celebrity isn't weird?" Natalie countered.

"We have that part covered, you have an alibi that I'll rehearse with you when we land. It won't take you long and it won't be difficult,"

Natalie still seemed reluctant. "I'm not sure about this Kirsten, it all sounds really odd and more than a little sinister to me,"

What I did next, I will forever regret. When working with someone you love, you should never mix that love in with what your goals. It's a dangerous combination, and one that I should have done everything possible to avoid.

Swallowing the lump in my throat hard, I continued to stare into Natalie's deep eyes. 




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 08



"I need you to do this Nat. For me," I said, brushing her hand with my fingertips. Natalie glanced down at my hand and then back at my eyes. For a long moment, we just stared at each other. Then a slow smile began to form on her lips, breaking into a wide grin.

"Ok Kiki. I said I would do anything for you, and now it's time for me to prove it,"

I sighed inwardly at the passing of the storm as I returned Natalie's rainbow like smile with one of my own. I leaned in towards her and kissed her forehead in gratitude.

"Thank you Natalie,"

Lifting up the armrest between us, Natalie leaned her head against my shoulder as we snuggled close together in the seat. Reaching her hand out to take the cocktail napkin from the tray, she picked it up and examined the name and address. Again her brow furrowed a bit.

"Hmmm, never heard of him. Who is Alex Hilt?"

PETTY'S STORY:

"MOVE BITCH!" the man holding onto my arm spat at me, shoving my back roughly as I stumbled a step or so ahead of him. I was being led out of the black car that had picked me up, some beat up old Lincoln or something, and into the door of a room at one of the sleaziest motels I'd ever seen.

Pressing me against the door frame, the man guiding me - one of Gordon Hapsboro's personal bodyguards, and a rough one at that - turned the door knob and half kicked the door open.

The smell of the room was dizzying. Reeking of stale sex, pot and spilled beer, I couldn't even count the number of stains on the floor, nor tell exactly how the cracked and crumbling walls were still holding together. Where the normal chest of drawers would have been, a small three legged table (which was once a four legged one, I noticed) rested, an old rotary phone and an ashtray wobbling on top of it. A cracked mirror hung over the solitary, sheetless bed in the room, the matress frame and box springs long gone, leaving a yellowing matress that was surrounded by spent condoms and what looked like old needles.

My head was spinning, the high from that wonderful coke that Hapsboro had given me had worn off, replaced by the more natural element of fear. I stumbled on wobbly legs towards the bed, repulsed by the overpowering scent of urine as I fell on top of it, catching myself with my wrists just in time before my face fell flat into it. Regaining my balance, I spun around on the bed, trying not to touch it as much as possible as I looked at the man who put me here.

But it was too late. In the split second I had fallen and been able to spin back around, he had already reached the door. Sprinting with all my strength to try and catch him before he made it out, it was too late. Just as my hand reached the heavy wood (probably the most expensive thing in the room) of the door, he slammed it shut, locking it from the outside.

Banging uselessly on it, I screamed and cried to be let out. The sun was going down and through the lone window in the bathroom, I was already starting to lose what little light I had in the room, making it harder to tell what to touch and what not to touch. After about five minutes of banging, I leaned against the door and began sobbing - what had I become? What was going to happen to me?

Closing my eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks, I heard laughter outside the room. Lifting my head with a start, I heard a set of keys in the lock and what sounded like the bolts falling into place as the door was about to be opened. Now was my chance!

Stepping back from the door, I crouched halfway down and prepared to pounce on whoever walked through the door, doing whatever I had to in order to get out. Whatever Hapsboro had said about "earning my keep" before was now scaring the living hell out of me and I didn't want to be around to see what he had really meant.

As the door opened, my heart thudding in my chest, I leaped towards the door and managed to make it towards the small crevice that had started to open before coming to a screaching halt. Wedged against the door as he pushed it open, was another man of monsterous proportions. Luckily, small as I was, I caught him off guard a bit and he looked like he was about to lose his footing, had it not been for the giant meatfist of a hand he had, which held an even larger gun.

We collided in the doorway, me pushing against him with all my might, he caught off guard but able to only stagger back a step or two. For one fleeting moment, I felt that I had made it out of the room, as I could see the freeway off in the hazy distance behind where we were. But as soon as I pushed, he pushed back, this time with his hand and his gun. Using the brunt of his fist, he shoved me back savagely by the shoulder, throwing ME off balance as I comically bounced off him like a cartoon character, stumbling back into the room. 

His footing now regained, the man held his gun out at arm's length, its dark and cavernous barrel pointing directly at my head. I stopped in my tracks as he advanced into the room, followed by two other men - one near his height and one much shorter. The two big men wore navy blue slacks and muscle shirts and looked to be of Hispanic origin, while the other man - shorter and dressed more in a Miami Vice style, was definetely Hispanic and definetely pissed by my attempt at escape.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?" the short one said to me with a snarl. I fell backwards and my ass hit the ground as I scrambled backwards, my back hitting the dirty bed as the three of them advanced on me, the door (and my last chance at freedom) closing with a slam behind them.

"I...I was..."

The one with the gun reared his hand back and slapped me - hard - across the face. The blow caught me off guard and I crumpled onto the floor, tears falling almost instantly from the futility and exhaustion of the whole ordeal. I certainly wasn't high on anything right then, but I would have given almost anything to have been.

They stood over me for a few moments as I managed to stop my tears and sit up hesitantly, positioning myself in a sort of fetal position against the wall and the bed. I stared at them with fear in my eyes, my mind and body reeling as I lost complete control of the situation.

"You were trying to escape eh? Well no one leaves Rocco's till they have paid their debt, si?"

Functioning on autopilot now, I nodded quickly in response.

"Good. Now Petty, we don't want to hurt you. Believe me of that - you are worth much more to us looking good than looking bad, at least for the time being. But we aren't your mommy or your daddy either. Our clients might want to be your daddy, but we are not,"

The two big men chuckled at this and Rocco smiled. In the dim light of the room, I could tell he was ugly. Puberty had not been kind to him, and he had deep pock marks all in his cheeks. Across the right side of his face, a long scar extended from his hair line (his hair oily and sweaty, pulled back tightly against his head) all the way down below his chin. His eyes were set inside of his face high above his nose, giving him the appearance of a flattened bird as he glared at you. His teeth were yellow and one was completely brown - a canine, I remember - and his smile was just as disturbing as the rest of him appeared to be. The suit that he wore (if you could even call it that) was a lavendar color, the pants striped with a series of thick blue lines that ran vertically down his short legs. The sports coat was the same pattern, but beneath it all he wore was a very dingy wifebeater t-shirt, the curly hair of his chest sticking out over the collar.

"What do you want from me," I said meekly, averting my eyes from their lecherous gaze.

"You are here to prove yourself to our esteemed client, Mr. Hapsboro. He believes that you do not have the talent that it takes to succeed in his line of work, so he wants you to prove him wrong, if you can. Think of it as being sent down to the minors, only here we don't treat you like anything than what you are - a cunt," Rocco said, lowering himself onto his haunches, his rancid breath seeming to ooze out of his mouth like a wafting sewer grate.

"See Petty, we are what you fancy Hollwood types might call an 'escort service' - we escort the men in, you escort them out," he said, getting another snicker from the other men. "And when they are here, you are theirs to do whatever they want to you. And you will do it, won't you Petty?"

I couldn't even believe what I was hearing. This couldn't be real, this couldn't be real, this couldn't be real...

"Hey! Bitch! I'm talking to you!" Rocco said, lifting his hand back as if to slap me again.

I cringed again in fear, my body already starting to respond to what he wanted me to do.

"I said, you will do what we want, won't you Petty?"

"I...I don't..."

"You don't what? Don't want to die? Good, because I don't want you to die either. But that's what will happen if you don't treat your pal Rocco and his business friends with every bit of respect you can find in that sweet ass of yours. It would be a terrible shame to see an up and coming singer like you, albeit one with a bit of a drug problem, found dead in a dumpster with a needle in her arm. But that can happen Petty, it happens every day,"

I nodded dumbly, my body in a state of shock over what was going on.

"Excellent. Then here's the house rules. You do whatever the client asks, for as long as he asks. You don't say no and you don't try to resist him, unless that's the sort of thing he is in to. You'll get four hours during the day to sleep and eat some food that the boys will bring you. Oh, and every other day is your turn on the street. If you need a pick me up, there's a fresh set of needles and some H in the drawer. Use it wisely though cuz until you really start earning, that's gotta last you,"

I glanced over at the drawer where he had indicated. This was a whole new level of depravity, I could already tell. Blow and some pot were one thing, but heroin freaked me out. I hoped I wouldn't have to use it. Unfortunately, it turned out that I didn't have much of a choice.

"Now Petty, be a good girl. Stand up and take off your clothes. You won't be needing them for much longer,"

On trembling legs, I stood up. My hands shook as I reached down and lifted my t-shirt off my head, my bare breasts (in my haste to meet Hapsboro, I had neglected a bra) and nipples growing hard in the slight cool of the room. I covered my chest with one hand as I hooked my thumb on my sweatpants. For a moment, I hesitated, not wanting to pull them down and fully expose myself to these wicked men. I looked up at Rocco with that same hesitation. But rather than sympathy, he took it as an act of defiance.

"Don't want to do it eh? Fellas, help Petty out of her clothes please," he said, his voice flat and dark in tone.

They moved towards me and I turned to run, trying to get past them if only I could. Catching my shaking arms, they held me still. One of them, I still don't know which, yanked at the waist of my pants and pulled them down, the stretchy material sliding down over my thighs slowly as I kicked and tried to fight them. It was no use though, for the pants came off and I was naked and exposed totally now before the three of them.

Still struggling, they held my body tightly as Rocco moved towards me. I tried to kick at him but was restrained immediately by the two other men. 

Reaching his hand out, Rocco savagely grabbed my breast. I cried out more in pain than surprise - it hurt, but not as bad as I would have expected. 

"Listen Petty, don't try any of this shit with my customers. The boys will be waiting outside and if they hear a man scream in anything other than pleasure, they will be in here so fast it will make your head spin," he said, his stale breath and oily face just inches away as he whispered at me.

In my distraction at looking at him, I didn't notice that one of the men had removed a needle from his coat and was holding my arm still. It wasn't until I felt the prick of the point against my inner arm - he was shooting me up with something! - that I realized how truly screwed I was. For as soon as the needle was in and the plunger pushed, the grip on my arms relaxed and Rocco stepped back, smiling.

"There, now you should be in a more receptive mood to my customers. The first one is already waiting to break you in outside, I'll go get him,"

Giving one last push, I tried to get away but the contents of the needle, which clearly was some form of heroin or something of that strength were already taking an effect on me. My vision blurred slightly as the drug coursed through my veins and I had the sensation of falling - falling slowly at first, then much more rapidly as I landed on my back atop the disgusting bed. 

Laying on the bed, my mind began to twirl and swirl in ways I can't even begin to describe. The room spun, but in a pleasant way as I seemed to feel every blood cell in my body responding to the euphoria that was rushing through me like a tidal wave of bliss. I was high, and WHAT a high it was. In the back of my mind I knew that they had probably given me heroin or something to that effect, as whatever it was made every other drug I had tried or encountered pale in comparison. Rational thought faded away and I began to lose myself in my minds own amusements, a pleasing calm coming over me.

I heard voices around me, and I knew they were Rocco and his men, but I didn't care. The whirlwind I was experiencing made me forget about any danger or hang ups I had before, as I ran my hands over my nude body and caressed and played with my own skin, my mind creating all sorts of games and tricks to amuse itself with.

Sometime later, for I really don't know when, I sensed other people in the room. I had been fascinated with the light blonde hair on my arm, staring at it intently as I lifted it up strand by strand, letting it fall back in place in a wild sense of amusement that made me happy on virtually every level, until I was interrupted by these people back in the room. Reluctantly I looked away from my arm and saw one of Rocco's guys standing by the door of the room, its distance from me appearing as if an ocean away. Near him was another man, a young looking college age guy, who seemed to be handing the larger bodyguard/thug money, only doing it very very slowly.

I couldn't help but laugh at the slow speed in which they were going and that caused them to look at me for a moment.

"Shit, that really IS her!" the younger man said. "I so can not believe I actually am going to fuck her!"

It took a moment for the words to sink in, and my brow furrowed as I grasped onto the thought. But again time was moving slowly and before I knew it, the young guy (who, I must say, was fairly muscular and attractive) was standing naked by me, pushing me down back onto the bed as he crawled up my body.

I moaned in pleasure as I felt his hands touch my skin, the wonderful human contact making me shudder and practically cum all over myself in enjoyment. He roughly groped my breasts, rubbing my nipples under his hands as they grew hard upon his minstrations. But just as soon as he started playing with them, he stopped, causing me to cry out in anguish at the missing feeling of his hands. However, the pleasure was quickly brought back on as I felt my pussy opening up around his seemingly huge cock.

Glancing down, the effects of the drug gave me a weird perspective. I could see him thrusting in and out of me, only it was somewhat like a hallucination, as his cock throbbed and seemed to grow and expand in size beneath me. My reaction time was also slowed, but I could feel waves of pleasure gently gliding over my body like a calm surf, the lazy strokes of water touching every fiber in my body. That was how I felt now, with this anonymous guy on top of me.

As I said before, time was slowed and I really lost complete track of it. I don't know when it all began and when it all stopped - the original guy was replaced by many more guys, each different enough for me to notice that they had moved atop me and were fucking me with gusto, but little more than that. Faces became a blur of colors and shapes as I drifted in and out of an aware state, small orgasms from my spasming, oversexed body breaking into the high like tiny firecrackers. Eventually however, as I started to come down many untold hours later, I passed out.

I was awakened sometime later by a bunch of voices in the room. My head throbbed and my pussy felt raw and sore. With a stiff neck, I lifted my head up and looked down at myself. My breasts and stomach were splattered with dried cum, and my pussy lips were red and slightly swollen from all the fucking I had had. Smacking my lips together, I tasted bitter semen in my mouth - apparently only my ass had been left unviolated. Struggling to sit up (I felt exhausted), I focused my bleary eyes towards the voices at the foot of the bed.

A mixture of men of all races, some totally naked and some fully clothed, were drinking beer and smoking pot as they stood around a small card table that had been setup in the room. They were laughing and joking with one another, and I noticed a small stereo on the floor off to the side. It seemed like they were waiting for something.

Opening my mouth to speak, I voice was scratchy and dry, words seeming to come from some aged version of myself, not the woman that I was.

"What is...what the hell is going on?" I croaked, my words causing a few of the men to glance over at me. They studied me for a moment, a few smiling slightly, before returning to the "party" they were engaging in. I lay my head back down on the nasty bed, frustrated at being ignored yet too worn out to even bother getting up and trying again.

I closed my eyes and laid there, listening to the music and voices as they moved in and out of my ears, none really registering or making much sense to me. About thirty minutes later, I heard the door to the room open and the voices suddenly became louder, more excited and certainly more carnal.

Lifting my head again, I saw two big men entering, followed by a very short girl, her blonde hair the most striking thing about her. She wore a corset of deep blue leather that pushed her ample breasts up towards her throat, and a pair of fuck me pumps as she walked into the room, the confidence with which she walked making everyone pay attention. I noticed too that she wore a barely there thong like piece of clothing between her legs, the narrow strip of fabric barely concealing her shaved mound.

"X-Tina!" one of the men yelled in an excited voice as he ran over to her. His massive arms embraced her and lifted her off the ground, their faces meshing into one another as they kissed. X-Tina? Surely it couldn't be...

"Hey baby, how are my walking fuck sticks doing today?" the girl said. I blinked my eyes a few times before realizing that indeed, it really was Christina Aguilera.

I knew that she had undergone an "image change" over the past few months, tarting herself up into a walking sex object. She had emerged into the public eye with piercings galore, a sultry manner in which she carried herself and of course, incredibly erotic videos and performances. But to think that she was here, right now, in this shithole that I was forcibly being held in, was almost unfathomable. She really couldn't be as spit out and used by Hollywood as I was, could she?

The man released her and the other members of the room still crowded around her, some lewdly groping and touching her as she giggled and laughed and shared a joint that was passed to her. I took all of this in, waiting to see where it would go, knowing that for whatever reason, she had walked into this room and that I would somehow be involved with whatever those Antamount fuckers had planned.

Pulling a breast out of her corset, one of the men - tall, with blonde hair and a chiseled, sexy jaw, put his mouth to her nipple, sucking voraciously on the ringed tip of it as he used his hands to caress and stroke her frame. The rest of the men backed off from her for the most part, but I did notice that one seemed to be fascinated with her ass, as he was stroking and rubbing it while standing behind her, Christina (or X-Tina)'s head resting on his shoulder.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 09



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.

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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,"




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 09



"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.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 09



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.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 09



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,"

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Hollywood After Dark Ch. 10



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.

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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.

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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 whatÕs 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.




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 10



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,"




Hollywood After Dark Ch. 10



"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